John's already had him twice, but Chad still reacts as if it's the first time. He clutches at the sheets with one hand, uses the other to speed-dial Jared, trembling, aching, pushing back when John pushes forward. A muscled body moves over his, owning him, gentle lips skim across the back of his neck, and Chad swallows the low moan in his throat. It takes every ounce of concentration within him to leave Jared a voicemail, to tell him that he's coming up to Vancouver for a few days to visit.
The second he's done, he sweeps the phone aside, arches into John's hard thrust. "Good boy," John murmurs, and tilts Chad's head back for a soft kiss. "We'll drive by your place in the morning to get you packed." John thrusts deep again and again, balls slapping rhythmically against Chad's ass. "What else would you like to learn?"
"Everything," Chad moans, and tries to concentrate on the way John moves inside him. Tries to memorize everything for Vancouver.