Rouse

The first time Jaden ever woke up to Chaz, it was the single most arousing thing Chaz had ever done, so far.

He woke up himself, he guessed, by whimpering. Chaz had his hand down Jaden's pants, halfway, and an arm wrapped around Jaden's middle, and was comfortably nestled behind Jaden, nuzzling the soft hairs behind Jaden's ear, as well as the lenthlier hairs along his hairline. He also had the tip of his middle finger resting right at the base of Jaden's cock, and was just barley moving it back and forth. Jaden was pressed against Chaz, but that didn't stop him from pressing against Chaz even more, and groaning.

Chaz drew his moan into an exquisite gasp by nipping his earlobe, and wriggling his hand further into Jaden's pants, causing delicious friction.

Chaz rubbed his pelvis against Jaden's ass, and chuckled in a hoarse voice, raising the hairs on the back of Jaden's neck, and whispered, "If only I could make you make these sounds when dueling..."

And then in one swift motion, he wrapped his hand around Jaden and pulled.

The swift change in pace, the friction of Chaz and his own jeans, Chaz's talented hand, and the devine restraint of Chaz's arm when he arched against it, brought Jaden riding a razorblade of sensation over the figurative edge.

Lying there wiped out, even after twelve hours of sleep, covered in sweat, relishing the feel of the cool puzzle keys, (one pressed against his back, another lying askew on his chest) and Chaz's heaving chest, Jaden heard;

"But, nothing tops that noise."

Jaden gave a short laugh.

"Slacker."