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to pretend he hadn't heard the double meaning. He nodded. "Yeah. I'll follow. Where?"
    "I live over on Chestnut."
    "Not far. I'd walk if I lived that close."
    Jace got up. "Yeah, but work is seven miles in the other direction. I was almost late because one old geezer didn't like the way I rotated his tires."
    Surely he hadn't meant it to come out quite like that. Chad hid his grin and followed Jace. "I'm parked in the faculty lot. Let me come around and follow you. The blue bug, right?"
    Jace nodded. "I saw you watching for me."
    They parted outside the grill and Chad walked to his little Honda. His stomach had gone all shivery with anticipation and he kept licking his lips. He could still feel where Jace had kissed him the day before. The bracelet weighed his wrist and he turned it as he walked. He wondered if Jace made collars and imagined how those strong, cut up hands would feel fastening one around his neck, whether the touch would be as light as when he'd fastened the bracelet.
    He wondered how Jace would look with a chain mail cock-ring attached to the leather harness of his fantasy. He shook himself. Driving while horny--again--would distract him. He pulled around to the student lot and followed Jason home.
    Jason parked under a rusting canopy outside a cheap apartment building. Chad found a visitor's slot and joined him on the sidewalk. Jace let them into the basement apartment. It was picked up and vacuumed, but a strong metallic odor permeated it. It wasn't clean, not like Chad's mom's house, but it wasn't a rat-hole like a lot of student apartments. It reminded Chad a lot of his own place. He glanced around, discreetly looking for the source of the smell.
    Some half-finished mail, with pliers beside it, lay on the end table. Chad figured that was part of the source. A stack of DVDs stood beside the laptop that sat on the coffee table. Jace had no television.
    "I kinda shoved all the work in progress into the spare room. Hope you don't mind. I make more selling mail than I do changing oil and tires at Wal-Mart."
    "I'm cool. Can I take a look later? I might want to buy something. I love your bracelet." Chad made as if to unfasten it and Jace stopped his hand.
    "Keep it."
    Chad had a fit of daring and stroked Jace's hand. Jace smiled at him. "Thank you," Chad said.
    Jace moved in a little closer, whispering, "You're welcome" over Chad's lips just before he kissed them.
    Chad's mind blathered, Oh God, oh God, oh God oh God, now what! as Jace's lips moved on his own, warm and tasting faintly of coffee. He had the presence of mind to open his mouth when Jace flicked his tongue over it. Then Jace was in his mouth, warm and slick and hitting every button he had.
    Jace kissed him softly a couple of times and then smiled at him.
    "That...holy fuck. That was better than I imagined." Chad felt his mouth getting away from him. He wanted Jace to kiss him again and shut him up.
    "Imagined?" Jace looked a little surprised. "You've never been kissed? How'd you get through college without even a kiss?"
    "Spent it buried in books. Am I that obvious?" Chad blushed.
    Jace led him to a battered secondhand couch. "A little. I can fix that for you." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
    "You're off to a great start so far."
    "A good beginning. Let's see how the middle goes." Jace kissed him again, leaning into him, pressing him backward to lie on the sofa. The kiss went longer until they were breathing for each other, their mouths sealed together as their tongues met, twined and released. Chad could feel the erection through Jace's jeans to match his own.
    Shamelessly, he ground up against Jace's hips, thrusting to match the tongue shoving into his mouth. The smell of Jace, a little sweat, a little oil, shampoo and coffee made his head spin. Just a few more thrusts and he'd...
    Jace quit kissing him and sat up. Chad whimpered and reached for him. Jace kissed his fingers and opened both of their jeans.
    "This will feel a lot better skin