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CHASE'S POV

Chase's gaze was tense on the road ahead as his best friend, Jason, stroked his cock. Who would've known getting a handjob and driving would be so hard?Jason drew closer to Chase's ears, licking his lips to whisper, "All you have to do is keep your eyes on the road." Chase glanced over to see his friend smirking. "We're nearly there."Chase's grip on the wheel tightened as Jason's did. It was getting harder for Chase to remain focused, especially as they were now entering a gravel road.Chase swallowed hard, eyes descending. "Whoa, calm down, man.""Eyes up." Chase did as he was told and Jason continued, "You know what we say..."Chase took the cue to recite, "If you want to buss, look for a girl, but if you want the male's equivalent to an orgasm, I'm right here.""Good." He kept his friend's gaze as he continued. Chase bit onto his lower lip until it drew blood. This amused Jason. "You like that, pretty boy?"Chase didn't answer. He was far too busy trying to keep his brand-new SUV out of the garage. Jason allowed the heat of his breath to tantalize Chase at his most sensitive spot, gliding his tongue around the tip.Chase's body quivered under Jason's touch. It was so uncontrollable that he tried to pull over. Jason wouldn't allow that. He gripped the nape of Chase's shirt. His other hand was still firm around his dick as he commanded his friend to keep driving. Chase obliged as he neared his peak, trying to draw it out.Jason edged his friend off, bringing him to the brink before allowing him to catch his breath. He did this multiple times before figuring it was enough. Jason peered up at Chase, prepared to say the word, when suddenly, the car jolted up and then down. They ran over something.Jason leaped out of the car to see what it was and soon Chase came huddling over, clutching his jeans in discomfort."What is it?" Chase groaned, barely concerned. Jason, on the other hand, looked a little too interested."It's a squirrel.""Shit, I swear I didn't see it coming." Chase tried to fix the discomfort in his pants before peering over at his friend. "Why are you smiling?"Jason knelt down before it, scanning its unmoving body with intrigue. "Ergh, look at its little guts.""Ew~, why do you have to pick it up?" Chase asked, taking a few steps back."Come on, buddy." He said with a crusty voice. "We've touched way worse.""Yeah, but not with our bare hands.""You haven't," Jason replied while jiggling the guts and bringing them to Chase. "Tsk! It's so gross."Chase assembled a neutral visage but couldn't control his wrinkling nose. When he finally broke, he left for the safety of his precious car.When Jason lost interest, he joined his friend. Chase reached into the backseat and got his friend a small towel.Jason tossed the then-blotched towel back onto the backseat. "Want me to continue?"Chase only sighed and drove off. They found themselves lost in an idle conversation before they met Peyton's home where Chase just had to comment, "Imagine being the Mayor of Hudsonville and living in this lump of shit.""I actually think it's pretty nice.""Yeah, of course, you'd think that. Broke people like anything." Jason punched Chase on his arm in response as he chuckled. Chase continued, "Nah, I'm just being real 'cause you don't have the opportunity to have taste.""Shut up." Jason returned before leaving the car.He jogged up to the front door and rang the bell, listening to it as it echoed throughout the walls of the mansion. The home was stunning, its design entangled with a beautiful contrast; antique and modern. The product was as unique as it was breathtaking.Jason heard footsteps leading behind him. When he turned around, he saw Chase.Jason's eyebrows creased. "What are you doing?"Chase slowed his pace into a walk as he trenched up the short steps, "I'm not here to mess with your bitch, don't worry. I'm here for her Mami." He said the last part, emphasizing his Spanish accent. Jason chuckled in response, grasping Chase's shoulder and shaking him as if he were proud. Chase grinned.Suddenly, there came a voice from inside, "It's for me!" This captured their attention because of its bratty and loud tone; it was clearly from Peyton."Man, she's so annoying."Jason didn't say a word.The door swung open, and there was a bright smile on her face. She threw her arms around Jason's shoulders and started kissing his cheeks. He smiled and they followed her inside.•

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PEYTON'S POVPeyton held onto Jason's wrist and tried to lead him to her room, but his mind was elsewhere. He was focused on his friend.She sighed before distracting Chase with chocolate-covered strawberries and tv. He merrily went to the couch and made himself more than comfortable.She ignored him, taking Jason up to her room and slamming the door shut.They gazed at each other, nothing else but lust pouring into the atmosphere. She acted first, placing her palm on his chest and gently pushing him back. She could feel his toned body even through the thick, black sweater. She trailed lower to feel his abs. The smirk on his face was reflected on hers before she shoved him onto her bed.He took off the sweater and propped himself up for her. A few moments passed and her silk top was undone, barely concealing the pink erect nipples as the white material hung on her shoulders. She eased closer, prompting his smile to widen as she slivered onto his lap.His hands were tight around her waist as he smothered her warm neck in wet kisses, trailing his way to her breasts. Her body involuntarily twitched. He found it so sexy when that happened. It stimulated him so much that he picked her up and threw her back onto the bed. He hovered over her, gazing into her eyes. They were silver, and, well, silver. They lacked any kind of depth whatsoever. He mentally shrugged it off, diving in for more.Jason bit onto rose-tinted lips, absolving the girl of any sexual repression in the form of tight moans, his fingers clutching and squeezing at her slender body. He ran his nose down her chest to her sensitive spot."Mmmm..." she cried as she clutched onto his thick stands of ebony.He pulled down her silk trousers before pulling aside her lace-red panty to insert his finger. She unexpectedly stopped his hands."Oh, Jase." She cried, a smile evident on her face. "You're so naughty." A line found itself between Jason's brows. "My dad could be home any minute and you know my mother's home.""Don't say that." He returned, head still between her legs and kneeling against the bed."But she is?""No, not that..."She waited a moment. "Then what?""Naughty."She paused, "Why?""It makes me cringe... real bad."There was a beat. "Uh... okay?" They stared blankly at each other. "Okay, Pookie! Let's move on.""Aw... jeez."•

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CHASE'S POVChase—despite common belief—remained on the couch, but only because Peyton put on 'Too Hot To Handle' for him."This shit is mad," he chuckled, licking chocolate from his fingers and placing the plate behind him."Who are you?" Someone asked carefully, maturity and womanhood interlacing each word.Chase turned around and a gust of wind sliced through his lips. He heard Peyton's mother was hot, but he never expected this.He thought about the reason he told Jason he came for, knowing he was going to fulfill it no matter what.✩✩✩