Stress Relief

Aftershocks

WARNING
This chapter contains the following themes:
- sexual assault
- forced consent

Read at your own discretion.
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Chase was practically bursting at the seams as he pulled up in front of a familiar mailbox and put his Corvette in park. If anyone asked, he wouldn't be able to explain why he was so excited. It was just the idea that the two of them would be alone in Elijah's bedroom sitting with the very high possibility of making out, and Chase couldn't seem to come back down from the high both that and their kiss had put him on. He had finished all of his homework at school for probably the first time ever, just so he could see Elijah's face when he'd say he'd finished it all already. Maybe he would be impressed.

Walking up to his door, he knocked twice, practically buzzing with excitement. For the whole school day, he couldn't get Elijah's lips out of his head. Practice was absolute hell that afternoon because all he could think about was how his teeth felt against his lip as he nearly pulled a groan right out of him. Literally just the smallest tug of his lip had him reeling for over eight hours straight today and he'd be damned if he couldn't kiss those lips again before he knocked out tonight.

The door opened, and he held his breath seeing Elijah standing there in a lot more comfortable clothes. Just a simple t-shirt and shorts that reached just above his knees. "Hey." He smiled, letting him in.

"Hey." He looked around the house briefly as he came inside and shut the door behind him. "So, you finish your homework?" Following him up the stairs, Chase couldn't seem to take his eyes off of him.

"Yeah, few minutes before you got here." As they reached his door, Chase felt his heart skip a beat seeing him look over his shoulder. "You?"

"Yeah, I did it at school." He said, mind elsewhere.

Elijah's brows raised and his smile widened as he opened the door. "Wow Chase, that's awesome." As they walked in, Chase left his bag by the door. "I'm impressed, that's a first right?" He asked, closing the door behind them.

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling way too flattered all of a sudden. "Uh, yeah. It is."

There was an odd raise in the corner of his lip, like he knew something. "You're awfully red." The comment made him aware of just how hot his face was, and he rubbed his cheek in an attempt to get his burning blush to cool down. "Was it the kiss this morning?"

"It was the uh..." he cleared his throat, unable to meet his eyes, "the lip thing."

"Oh really?" He mused, voice silky smooth as he crossed his arms and leaned against his mahogany painted door. "Want me to do it again?" He was all tease, like the day he called him sweet prince. The little mischievous glint in his eyes pulling at his heartstrings. Or maybe it was something lower, he couldn't tell.

Chase bit his lip a little to conceal his smile as he leaned up against the wall maybe half a foot from the door. Unsure what to do with his hands, he took to running a finger along the hem of his short sleeved shirt. It took him a moment to realize Elijah was waiting for an answer, and it made his skin feel like it was on fire.

Did he want him to do it again? "Yeah."

Elijah pushed off of his door, and walked over to him. Every step providing a steady increase in his heart rate. As he stood in front of him, a warm hand touched against his clothed stomach and caused the rhythm in his chest to skip a beat. He swallowed his nerves, but the minor amount of effort to keep cool was fruitless, as Elijah's hand twisted and slid around his waist, and his head tilted to the side just inches between them. He leaned in, desire overpowering, until Elijah tilted away an extra inch. "Say please."