Out for the night. Leo's at Janelle's, Bree at slumber party. Sandwiches are in fridge. xx

"Yes," Chase grinned ecstatically as he read, pumping his arm and gleefully leaping around the kitchen. Time to himself was rare- usually there was at least one other person at home with him. No privacy at all in this house, so tonight he would treat with the ultimate joy.

Then his eyes fell upon the note once more.

Did Adam leave, too?

"Sup, Chase," he burped, entering the kitchen as if on cue. "Miss me?"

Chase nearly choked with anger. Great, so Adam was home as well? Why didn't he go off to the bowling alley or something? Now his perfect night would be filled with useless, random questions on how to operate a pencil sharpener or how to use a radio or something like that. Adam was usually one to count on for that sort of thing.

"I thought you'd be out, too!" Chase admitted, slumping down on the couch. "It's just us for the night, Adam. Everyone else is out."

The ends of Adam's mouth curved up in a smile. "For real? That means a marathon of video games and snacks!"

Chase began to see this in a new light- Adam was persuasive, if not much else. "Hey, you're right. I guess it could be pretty fun, just us, the X-Box, and a bunch of popcorn."

Adam cocked an eyebrow, leaping over to the couch. "You set it up first!"

For hours, Chase and Adam did nothing but stare at the screen mindlessly, once in a while cracking a joke or voicing their complaints about some virtual guy on their team, but not much else. At one point there was popcorn, quickly devoured by Adam. He reached into the bowl for another handful, but felt only plastic...

"Chase, it ran out," he said gruffly. "Go make some more."

Chase shrugged, pausing the game and hopping up to the microwave. He didn't blame Adam for not knowing how, it was in his nature. When Adam swaggered past him to the bathroom, he didn't think much of it until he got back to the couch, and he still wasn't there.

"Adam?"

His voice echoed softly around the house. Chase furrowed his brow, suddenly overcome with images of Adam getting stuck in the cabinet or something in the bathroom. Did he stick his finger up a pipe? Dashing to the restroom, he was just about to knock when he heard... a whimper.

A whimper of pain?!

"Adam?"

"Chase..."

Some very familiar and embarrassing sounds alerted Chase that he should probably vamoose. Scooting towards the couch, he called to him awkwardly, "Um, whenever you're ready, big guy."

A couple seconds later, the bathroom door flew open and Adam emerged, looking sweaty and pained. The first thing Chase noticed was his lack of clothing- he still wore the brick red wife-beater he was wearing before, but his jeans were gone, replaced by some tight black briefs. Adam strode to the couch, black hair bristling, and... and he started grinding onto the sofa arm.

"Chase, can you help me?" Adam whimpered, gyrating his hips. A bead of sweat rolled down his ruddy cheek.

Chase's eyes were huge with surprise, fear, and ultimate confusion. "Adam! That is so... wrong." His eyes fell upon the black briefs, which were concealing a terribly large bump.

Adam hissed, his hips picking up speed. "Come on, Chase. We're not related by blood or anything, I don't think, and it's okay to be gay." He stopped his movements for a split second, as if considering something, before returning. "Well, I'm not, of course, but if you are, that's cool with me."

"If you're not gay, why are you asking for my help?" Chase couldn't tear his eyes away.

Adam sighed loudly. "C'mon, people do this all the time. Friends with *groan* benefits, you know?"

Chase swallowed thickly. To be honest, he was a bit curious about sex. He'd never been in a serious relationship before, though he seriously doubted Adam had, either, and he'd read all about the mind-blowing experiences people experienced with it.

And if it was just going to be quick, with nothing more, then why was he holding back?

"Um, okay," Chase agreed quietly, making eye contact with the older boy. "B-But don't tell anybody about this, ever, or I will end you, okay?"

Adam rolled his eyes. "I was just gonna make you agree to the same thing," he murmured, rubbing his pelvis up against the sofa greedily.

Chase sat down, but before he could begin to wonder who would start what, Adam was straddling him, grinding their bodies together. His lips mashed into Chase's, creating some sort of rhythm.

Adam's lips were so, so soft and fleshy, while Chase's were more rough and chapped. But Adam didn't seem to mind; he only increased the amount of tongue he was putting in, licking at Chase's lips with great interest. Chase was unsure where to put his hands, too, since Adam's kept roaming everywhere- anywhere there was exposed skin, basically. He decided on working them from his hips up to his shirt, and he had a feeling that Adam wouldn't protest.

He didn't.

Melting into the kiss, both boys soon became animalistic, their actions hungry and needy. Every new time their kiss broke and they made eye contact, Adam's eyes darkened with lust. Chase felt extremely lucky, even if he wasn't necessarily gay, to get this... incredibly fit, toned, and hot guy with him. Even if, just a day ago, he was insulting him with short jokes and random insults.

Out of nowhere, Adam's hips bucked, reminding them both of the hunger that Adam needed to be rid of. Breaking the kiss somewhat reluctantly, Chase began peeling up the bottom of his shirt, but Adam's larger hands quickly folded over his own.

"Let me," came his voice.

Chase's shirt was peeled off with no effort at all, and even just shirtless, he felt rather naked. Adam's hands were fumbling with the zipper of his skinny jeans. It all seemed to be moving too fast...

Adam practically drooled as he ripped Chase's jeans off, revealing his own small bulge concealed inside navy boxers. Chase himself couldn't help but giggle at the older boy's obvious desire. Their eyes connected. Adam threw his arms around Chase's neck, lacing his fingers together, before rather abruptly and unceremoniously shoving Chase's head downward. "Just make it happen," he breathed. Chase couldn't blame him for rudeness, not when the obvious cause was, quite literally, staring him in the face.

His heart rate increased as he slowly hooked a finger in the top of Adam's briefs and pulled downwards, his finger lightly touching skin as it went. An erection, at least eight or nine inches in size, popped up, and Adam whimpered, quivering with need.

Chase took a hold around the bottom, eyeing up the massive cock, before slowly and fearfully enveloping the capped top into his mouth. It was... soft, and even a bit savory with saltiness. Out of the blue, he felt fingers, hooking into the tight hoops of his boxers. Adam was obviously trying to contain himself from bucking his hips, though it seemed to be the thing he wanted to do most at the moment.

Slowly Chase's lips slid down the shaft, jaw stretched as far as it would go. Adam's rhythmic moans and whimpers become the background music, and with each new sound Chase bobbed his head, teasing him with flicks of his tongue.

"God," Adam grunted.

Chase slid his hands onto the bottom where his mouth couldn't reach, stroking and playing with the tight balls. Stiffening, Adam was newly prone to an array of entirely new pleasurable sounds.

"Chase..." the younger boy tilted his head, watching Adam carefully as he tilted his own head back in ecstasy. "Fuck... yes..."

Going down for one more quick suck, Chase popped his head back up off of him. Still writhing with his eyes screwed shut, Adam looked so... so vulnerable. Chase smiled softly, still working his hands over the shaft, faster and faster...

"Chaaaase..." Adam moaned, his hips bucking into Chase's skillful hands. "D-Don't stop... God..."

All that was visible of Adam's erection was the blur of Chase's hands, working and working at it, and sometimes his mouth, enveloping the head into his mouth. The glistening head twitched, and then Adam whimpered out "Chase, I..." before it exploded onto Chase's face, over and over again.

"Adam," whispered Chase, staring at the rod with a small sense of bewilderment. His heart was pounding out of his chest, and his own boner was starting to make a serious appearance.

The older boy, dumb as he might seem, was quick to notice this. Using his strength he hauled Chase off of his kneeling position on the floor and flipped him onto the couch, his head resting on the arm of the sofa and the rest of his body splayed lengthwise across the couch, on his lap.

"Adam, what are you-" Chase begun, but his brother cut him off.

"For once, could you put a cork in it?" Adam replied, his intense brown eyes locking with Chase's. The younger boy nodded stupidly, a slow grin spreading like a virus across his lips.

The black-haired boy turned his full attention to Chase's own hard-on, which was straining against the boxers to form a tent. Adam smirked curiously, inspecting it and poking it.

"Um, what are you doing?" Chase was quick to ask.

Adam glanced over at him. "I've never seen another guy's boner, okay?" He shrugged, averting his eyes to the masked tent. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Adam hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Chase's boxers and slowly slid them down.

He stared at it for a second, then slowly wrapped his hand around it, sort of getting a feel of what was Chase. Adam kept running his fingers over the head, and Chase had to ask what he was doing.

"It's so soft," was Adam's reply. "Like a piece of fabric or something."

Chase's breath hitched, feeling extremely exposed, as Adam explored his boner with both hands, pulling and stroking and even massaging the thing better than Chase would ever know how. Stars exploded in his vision. He didn't know how Adam managed to stay under control under these circumstances.

With a sly look to the side, Adam hunched over him, his mouth wrapping the rod in all its soft, wet, hot interior. Chase's heart thumped, and he couldn't help but let out a moan. His fingers gripped the couch cushions numbly, overcome by this incredible, sensual feeling.

And he seemed to know how to do it exactly right- covering his teeth carefully, drawing it out, and slipping his tongue to who-knows-where. Chase gulped, taking care to watch Adam's every move.

Adam soon made eye contact with the younger boy, and Chase had to admit, it was sheer bliss to watch him, on top of his erection. It was so... so dirty, and yet so amazing.

It was over all too fast, and Chase didn't think to warn Adam when he was coming- but then again, Adam didn't seem to mind. He lapped up every bit of it warmly.

"Adam, you are amazing," Chase gasped as Adam finished him off. "It's never felt that good..."

He got a wink and a shrug in reply, and before soon Adam was topping Chase again, their lips melting into each other's. Adam sure was big into grinding, and he did it with glee.

This time, when they made out, Adam's hands explored not just to his chest and arms and neck, but to his lower back, and eventually his soft cheeks. Chase shivered whenever Adam's hands squeezed onto them. All Adam let onto was the occasional toothy grin that caused him to slip up in kissing.

After a couple minutes of heavy making out, Chase eyed up Adam's thick erection again. He was curious, sure, but rather unsure of how far Adam intended on going with this.

"You want it?" Adam breathed hotly into Chase's ear. "Do you, Chase?"

Swallowing thickly, Chase nodded. This wasn't enough for Adam.

"Tell me how much you want it," he hissed.

Chase could barely bleat out a "I really want you, Adam" before the dominant boy grew more ferocious and hungry with his kisses, licking along his jawline and eventually dropping to the supple skin of Chase's neck. Chase himself was so horny, he could barely stand it. And while he was completely naked, Adam still wore the wife-beater.

Allowing himself to be kissed a bit more, he attempted to push Adam off him. Though he failed, Adam got the clue and slumped back onto the sofa, off of Chase. Rather shyly, Chase straddled Adam and started working his hands at the bottom of Adam's brick red shirt.

"About damn time," Adam hissed happily, helping him out.

Now his sculpted and clearly defined chest was all his for the taking. Chase didn't know where to start- his pecs? Abs? Adam's entire chest was something to be explored.

"Mm," whimpered Adam just before Chase decided on the abs, "Chase, let's hurry up, I'm... so..." he hissed again in discontent, trying to buck his hips.

Adam's torso would have to be taken care of later. Chase was perfectly happy when Adam ordered him to get on all fours, which allowed the older boy ample access to his backside. Something cold spread over the hole- lube? One of Adam's fingers- or maybe not just a finger- was rubbing furiously over the outside of it, creating intense friction that Chase personally loved. He bent his hips back a little, sort of grinding into the thing.

Something cold slipped in.

"Ouch," Chase whispered, more surprised than hurt, and was pleasantly surprised when the thing started thrusting gently.

It must have been a finger, for a couple more slid in to join, and the pressure increased steadily on his hole. Chase's eyeballs bugged out for a moment, and he couldn't stop panting.

Then Adam's fingers were gone.

"Ready, buddy?" his hot breath on Chase's ear was so arousing.

Chase swallowed thickly, knowing that it was too late to back out now. "Okay," he made out shakily.

"Okay," Chase replied, his tone sounding a bit apprehensive.

Adam grabbed onto the end of his shaft, guiding the tip to the tight hole. Chase inhaled sharply as the soft head started pushing in, and once the head alone was in Adam stopped for a moment. He knew that Chase was uncomfortable, and he wasn't going to push it. Sex just wasn't fun if both sides weren't enjoying it, right?

Chase shakily let out a breath, his back arching. Adam seriously had to restrain himself from grabbing onto Chase's hips and fucking him senseless. It was especially hard since, with his certain bionics, horniness came at random, sporadic times, and right now there was a downright downpour of arousal.

"Why'd you stop?" Chase managed to say.

Adam tried to lean onto Chase, or at the least hover over him, but he couldn't do that without injecting his entire cock into him. Instead, he sighed heavily. "D's it hurt any more?"

"No," Chase's nasal voice replied. "Keep going, Adam."

In Adam's eyes, this green light was all he needed. He thrusted in, forgetting his strength for a minute, and letting himself be wild for a moment. Chase moaned under his heavy touches. Adam could think of nothing but jabbing his rock-hard cock into Chase... into his brother...

In heavy situations, Adam couldn't stop his mouth from running wild. And that's exactly what it did, but he made no attempt to stop it. "Do you like me like this, Chase?" he breathed, pushing in harder. "Fucking you like this? Do you like my cock, Chase?" he thrusted rapidly, tilting his head back and muttering more dirty language to Chase under his breath.

To his ultimate surprise, Chase spoke back in a whiny, submissive, all-around sexy voice. "Y-Yes, Adam, I like your c-cock," he panted. "Keep... going... I'm so close, Adam!"

Encouraged, the older boy tightened his grip on his little brother's hips. "Fuck," he chanted under his breath as his erection pistoned in and out of Chase. "I'm going to..."

He came, spurt after spurt driving into Chase, and all the while Chase himself kept whining like nothing more than a dog, even pushing back a bit on Adam's cock.

"Adam-"

"Chase-"

They moaned each others' names as Adam came to his completion and Chase was driven to the brink. Tired out, Adam slowly withdrew his flaccid cock out of Chase, his heart beating like a drum. Chase, on the other hand, was not satisfied and was actually rather mad.

"Adam," he whined, "You forgot to finish me off, too!"

"Sorry," his brother replied, moving over to Chase and quickly pumping his still-hard erection, hand flying wildly until Chase finally came with a shudder, and just like before, Adam licked up every drop.

"You okay, now, bro?" Adam smiled.

Chase grinned back, his eyes alight with sheer joy. "I'm better than alright, Adam. How did you never tell me that sex is just so awesome?"

Adam shrugged. "Never done it with a guy before, how would I have known?"

Still naked, Chase sighed happily and reached for the video game controller. "Next time they're all out of the house, can we...?"

"Definitely," Adam replied cheekily, his heart set aflutter. "Or, you know, even at night we could just fuck like animals."

In response, Chase rolled his eyes.

First smut story, you like? Drop a review and I'll continue this story. Guests can review as well. I'm open to suggestions, too, but staying strictly Adam/Chase. No Bree, no Leo, no Marcus. Just the two main men :)