Welcome Home (Jacksepticeye x Egos)

Chapter 14

"You really suck at swimming laps, bro. Best five out of seven?"

Jack laughs as he heaves himself out of the pool, his face red from a mixture of too much sun and not enough air in his lungs. Chase hands the Irishman a cold bottle of water and waits to jump in the pool again.

"No way," Jack huffs, inhaling as deep as he can. "I know when I'm fucking beat. I'll just take the push up punishment."

The jock smirks as Jack settles on the ground and begins to push himself up until his arms almost lock, and then back down to the ground again. He only gets to twenty before he starts to struggle, even with loud encouragement from Chase off to the side.

After number thirty two Jack falls to the soft grass and this time it's for good.

"I'm really out of shape, both in and out of the water."

"No prob, man. Good effort anyway," Chase replies holding out his hand for the other man to take. "How about we call it an afternoon and both grab a shower and beer?"

Jack's eyes connect with the other baby blues and nods as quickly as he can. A shower and a drink sounded amazing to him at the moment. Both of the men head in after grabbing a couple of towels from the patio. Chase turns into his room with a backwards smile to Jack.

"Meet you in the living room in about an hour?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Jack hears Chase's door close behind him with a snap and enters his own new bedroom. Even now it's too good to be true. The dazzling picture window, and his fluffy new bed were still here. He inhales again, and smiles again at his wonderful luck. His dark green swimming trunks are sticking to his calves badly at this point. The refreshing air conditioning is now having the opposite effect on his relaxation. He shivers a bit and moves quickly to the bathroom. It's only them with a grumble that he notices soap and shampoo, but absolutely no towels.

Shit.

It's only been a few minutes or so since he talking to Chase. Maybe he would have a towel that he could borrow. Turning on his heels he heads back to the room with Chase's name in the front, then curling his fingers, gives a short knock.

The door opens up at his touch. It must have been not latched all the way after all. Biting his lip he pushes the door opened even wider, and steps in. Chase's room is full of sporting and game show memorabilia. The wall to the left has a huge big screen television and instead of chairs there are plump looking bean bags of all shapes and sizes littering the carpeted floor.

"Chase? Can I borrow a..."

His voice trails off to the soft sounds of splashing in the private bathroom. The lights are off, but the late afternoon bathes the area in warm rays of the sun. Jack moves slowly towards the next opened door and leans in his head just enough to see that Chase is in the shower. His eyes are closed, and his light hair is being soaked by the cascading water. His mouth is opened and he's moaning as he's pleasuring himself.

Jack is almost rooted to the spot. It's as if he's transfixed by what he's watching. The soft moans are so delicate and lovely in his ears. In the back of his mind he knows that he should leave. Just try to find a towel elsewhere, or just wait until later to take his needed shower. It takes effort but finally his left foot steps backwards, but it's too late. Chase has opened his eyes and sees Jack watching him.

"Fuck, I'm sorry!" Jack mutters quickly. "I needed a towel and...I didn't mean to interrupt..."

"No, bro it's cool," the jock replies, his tone breathless and blue eyes slightly glazed over. "There's extra towels in here. Take whatever you need."

The casual tone of the way that Chase seems about someone he really just met walking in on him both terrifies and excites Jack. The blue eyes move towards the top of the closed toilet lid where there are indeed three or four fluffy blue towels. His bare feet move quickly as does his racing hear. Chase's eyes are closed again. His hands are stroking himself gently up and down in almost an hypnotic pace. The breathy moans are back in full and it's as if he doesn't care that Jack is in the same room. It's almost as if he likes him being in there.

Jack can feel his own length twitch inside of his swimming trunks. He pauses again, and settles in to glance at the slender chest and rounded thighs of the man in the shower. The way his jaw tenses up as the chin tilts back. The long eyelashes sparkling with water from the heated shower.

The shower door opens and with a skip of his heart, Chase grabs him by the arm and pulls him inside. Jack can feel a groan bubble up in his chest as the hazy blue eyes look at him. The soft lips placing themselves closer to his, and slender fingers hooking into his swimming trunks and pulling them off of his hips.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his skin on fire as Chase begins to wrap his fingers around his throbbing member.

"You want me to stop?"

Jack feels the ghosting breath of the first person whose touched him for months on his heated cheek. The emotions of just wanting to feel good the only action in his cloudy mind.

"No..don't stop."