Lab Rats: Glitching Hearts (Chase x Adam)

Not a Surprise Party

Before Chase could protest, Adam leaned in and captured his lips in another searing kiss, his hands tangling in Chase's hair as he deepened the embrace. Their mouths moved together in a frenzied dance, tongues tangling in a desperate search for release. Adam's hands found their way to Chase's hips, fingers fumbling with the tight mission suit as he sought to rid him of the barriers that stood between them.

But just as Adam's fingers grazed the waistband, a loud knock echoed through the room, shattering the moment of passion with brutal efficiency.

"Guys, seriously, open up! I gotta grab my tablet!" Leo's voice called from the other side of the door, his tone impatient.

Chase bit back a smile as he kicked off his combat boots and the one piece base layer, leaving behind his green boxers. He knelt back down in front of Adam, right in front of the door, and yanked down the black briefs once more, this time making sure they were tossed aside.

"Seriously Leo, you do n-not want to come in h-here we are...planning your s-surprise party" Adam stuttered as best he could as he felt Chase take his length in his warm mouth.

"OOOOhh okay why didnt you say so? Dont worry, I promise to still act surprised!" Leo made the promise and quickly retreated. Once his footsteps couldnt be heard, Adam let out a huge groan.

"God, fuck, Chasey..." Adam looked down to see Chase using his tongue in the most despicable ways, one hand supporting the base of his shaft and the other inside his own green boxers pleasuring himself.

As Chase took Adam into his mouth, he couldn't help but marvel at the taste and texture. It was as if every nerve in his body came alive with the sensation, and he found himself lost in the moment, consumed by the overwhelming desire for more. His mind raced with a flurry of thoughts and emotions, each one competing for his attention as he surrendered himself to the pleasure.

'Damn, he tastes so good,' Chase thought, his tongue tracing patterns along Adam's length. He couldn't get enough of the way Adam's skin felt against his lips, the way his body responded to every touch and caress. It was intoxicating, addicting, and Chase found himself craving more with each passing second.

"F-fuck, Chasey...dirty...s-slut...bitch"

Despite his best efforts, Adam's attempt at dirty talk came out in a jumble of half-formed sentences and stumbling phrases, leaving Chase unable to contain a soft chuckle.

'Nice try, Adam,' he thought, his lips curling into a smile around Adam's shaft. He couldn't help but find the whole situation endearing, the way Adam tried so earnestly to add a bit of spice to their encounter. Chase could sense the tension building in Adam's body, the telltale signs of his impending release. He redoubled his efforts, eager to bring Adam to the brink and beyond, his own desire driving him forward with renewed urgency.

"CHAAASE" In a sudden rush of sensation, Adam's body tensed, his knees buckling and his grip on Chase's hair tightening as he spilled over the edge. Chase could feel the warmth spreading across his face, the sticky heat of Adam's release painting his skin in a sinful cascade of ecstasy.

In that moment, as Adam's essence coated his skin, Chase felt an overwhelming rush of arousal, his own desire surging to new heights. It was messy, it was raw, and it was undeniably erotic—a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure that left Chase breathless and wanting more.

As the last tremors of Adam's climax subsided, Chase couldn't help but savor the taste of him, the salty tang lingering on his lips.  He stood up and bit his lip as a drop of white trickled down his cheek.

"Well, Adam, aren't you going to clean me up?"

Adam hungrily took the invitation. "Gladly," he said huskily before cupping Chase's face and pulling him close, using his tongue to lap up all of the mess he made.