30 Day OTP Challenge-Day Seventeen

Spooning

Chase had always thought that spooning was such a sickly sweet thing to do with one's lover, so he'd never tried it, finding to be far too intimate of an activity.

Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on falling head-over-heels for Jack Spicer.

He wasn't entirely sure when, where, or how it happened, but he couldn't deny that he loved the evil genius. He loved his intellect, his sense of humor, his looks, his energy, his loyalty and devotion, his submissiveness, and his worshiping praise towards the warlord.

When the two woke up the morning after engaging in sex the night before (the both of them having fallen asleep immediately afterwards), Chase felt strange to be holding his lover so close to him, since he would normally dispose of a lover when morning came.

The red-head was turned towards him with his face pressed up against Chase's neck. He eventually glanced up at him, smiling dopily. "Mornin'."

"Good morning," Chase said in reply, a small grin on his own face. "How did you sleep?"

"Pretty good. Although, I think it would have been impossible to not sleep well after…y'know." The teen blushed hotly at his own words and averted his eyes.

Chase smirked and ran a hand down the goth's back. "Quite. Do you feel sore?" Jack had admitted to his master the night before about his virginity and the man, in turn, was graciously gentle with him.

Jack shook his head. "Not really. A little weird, though. My body feels…" His voice trailed off.

"Content?" Chase offered.

Jack laughed a little. "Yeah, I think so. Kinda like it."

"Hmm," Chase hummed. "Well, I highly suggest you get used to the feeling."

Jack's blush seemed to become worse after Chase's implication, but the boy grinned happily. Feeling a little uncomfortable in their current position, especially because he couldn't stop blushing, Jack turned his body around so that his back was to the warlord. Chase kept his arms wrapped possessively around the goth as if he feared that if they stopped touching for even a moment, Jack would disappear.

Jack found that he greatly enjoyed the hold that Chase had on him and brought his hands down to intertwine with Chase's that were settled on his stomach. The warlord grinned and pressed his face up against the back of Jack's neck.

Oh, yes. He could get used to this.