Love Is Always Write Volume 4

inching his shirt out of his jeans and up his torso. Owen raised his arms as Chase slipped his shirt over his head. Chase tucked the shirt into the back of Owen's jeans.
    Owen turned around and raised Chase's arms in the air. He slid his hands along the length of Chase's arms, down his sides, and pushed his shirt up slowly. Over his stomach, his abs, revealing his chest and nipple rings. Owen sucked one ring into his mouth as he inched the shirt higher. Chase yanked his shirt over his head.
    They kissed. Owen ran his hands through Chase's hair. The music was pounding, and Owen's heart matched the beat. They had danced to a few more songs before Owen noticed that he hadn't been looking around at all. He was completely focused on the man in front of him. He laughed.
    Chase moved closer and ground their hips together. A hand slipped into the back of Owen's jeans. Owen didn't know how much more of this he could take. He ran his hands up to Chase's neck, they started kissing again. This time, Chase pushed up against him harder, Owen held on tight to Chase's neck as he pushed back. Chase's arms slid down and grabbed his ass. Owen groaned.
    "Time to go," Chase said, as they came up for air.
    "Definitely," Owen nodded.
    They didn't see Stuart until they left the dance floor. He was chatting up some hottie at a table. "Bunny!" he called out and waved them over.
    Chase grabbed Owen's shirt out of the back of his jeans and handed it to him. Owen grinned and pulled his shirt over his head as they joined Stuart. Chase didn't put his shirt on. He stood right behind Owen and wrapped an arm across the front of his chest.
    "You two have been burning up the dance floor," Stuart said.
    Chase leaned over and spoke in French. He thanked Stuart for the celebration dinner and told him that he'd see him in the morning. Stuart smiled and hugged his brother with Owen sandwiched in the middle. Owen half expected Stuart to cop a feel, but he didn’t. Stuart stepped back and stared at them.
    "I knew this move to Wildwood was going to be good for you," Stuart said. He waved them off and returned to hooking up with the hottie.
    Owen followed Chase as he dragged him through the crowd. He looked back over his shoulder at Stuart. That could be him in a few years, he thought. He turned his head back and looked at Chase in front of him. Or he could try a different path.
    He imagined coming to Richard's regularly as a couple. Hanging on his man as they danced and giving other guys the evil eye. They were outside when Owen looked around. Chase was slipping his shirt over his head. Cat calls and whistles erupted from the line waiters. Owen smiled when Chase tossed his arm over his shoulder. They walked past the line to the garage park. Several guys propositioned them.
    Chase pointed over at a deliciously hot one. "Interested?"
    "Not tonight," Owen said.
    "Not opposed?" Chase raised his brows.
    "Not opposed." Owen winked.
    "Well then, a three way is in your future," Chase laughed.
    "We seem to be making a list of future plans," Owen commented as they reached the car.
    "Is that a problem?" Chase clicked the car alarm off and opened the passenger door.
    "No, actually it's a solution." Owen picked up the dress shirts and got in the car.
    Chase shut the door and was in the driver's seat before Owen had time to think. Chase quickly drove to the stoplight. "My apartment is right around the corner," Chase said and turned right. He stopped in front of a renovated building that had been converted to loft apartments a few years ago. He steered the car into another parking garage. As soon as Chase put the car in park Owen was out of the car. He was too keyed up to sit still.
    They got in the elevator. Taking opposite sides they stared at each other. Chase pressed a button. The elevator started going up. Owen leaned against the wall and ran a hand through his hair. Chase tilted his head to the side and smiled. "Elevator sex is going on the list."
    Owen was about to burst out of his jeans. He let his head fall back, and the elevator stopped. He sent up a silent thanks to the gods of elevators. Chase grabbed his arm and towed him into the hallway. Owen looked around. The hallway was fairly standard and plain.
    Chase was unlocking a door. It swung open, and Owen was pushed through it. Chase was pulling Owen's shirt over his head. He kicked the door shut with his foot. His mouth fell over Owen's, and they were kissing. Chase backed him against the door and locked it