Lab Rats: Glitching Hearts (Chase x Adam)

Heat of the Moment

Adam hurriedly left the training room where he left Chase a crumpled heap on the floor. Fuck he was hard. He entered the mentor quarters and stripped the rest of his mission suit until he was down to his black briefs.

'Shit, really?' Adam scolded himself, seeing the dribbled stain on the fabric.

Adam locked the sliding door with a pin code, turned down the lights, and dropped unceremoniously onto the couch. If he hurried, no one would suspect anything.

His mind raced with images of Chase, the memory of their sparring match igniting a firestorm of desire within him. Adam groaned as he felt another stain form between his legs. Closing his eyes, he quickly allowed himself to succumb to the overwhelming sensations washing over him. His hand traced a path down his chest, fingers dancing lightly over the smooth planes of his skin. Adam could feel the heat building in the pit of his stomach, a primal urge egging him onward.

With a deep breath, Adam allowed his hand to wander lower, fingers trailing teasingly along the waistband of his briefs. He hesitated for a moment, savoring the anticipation that hung in the air before finally giving in to the irresistible pull.

As he slipped his hand beneath the fabric, a moan escaped his lips, the sound echoing softly in the confines of the room. Heat coursed through him, igniting every nerve ending in his body as he lost himself in the pleasure of his own touch.

"Ugh, Chasey..." he panted gruffly, picking up speed as the hot glow in his eyes grew brighter. Adam pictured using his strength to pick Chase up and absolutely ravish him after a playfully unfair wrestling match, just as he had imagined during their training session.

He needed Chase here talking about responsibility and teamwork or some other nerdy shit just so he could shut that arrogant mouth up with his cock. Adam's muscular body shuddered as he got closer and closer. He surrendered to the intoxicating rush of sensation, his mind awash with images of Chase, his brother's lithe form twisting and turning beneath him. He imagined the taste of Chase's lips, the feel of his skin against his own, the sound of his name slipping from his mouth in a nasally moan. Fuck yeah, that was good.

With each stroke of his hand, Adam felt himself edging closer to the precipice, teetering on the brink of ecstasy. He lost himself in the moment, lost in the overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to consume him whole. He didn't even hear the beep of the unlocked passcode and hydraulic hiss of the room door opening.

And as he finally succumbed to the tidal wave of sensation, Adam cried out, his voice a raw, guttural sound that echoed through the empty room.

"CHaaaasseeeee!" he cried desperately, shooting rope after rope of white onto his torso. He shuddered with release, waves of ecstasy crashing over him relentlessly, until he was left spent and trembling, his body awash with the aftermath of his pleasure.

But even as he lay there, breathless with eyes still shut, Adam knew that his desires had only been temporarily sated. The inferno that burned within him still raged on, an unquenchable flame that refused to be extinguished. He needed Chase. No denying it.

Speak of the devil.