"Hey," he complains with a slow smile as Chase tugs him closer by the shirt, "Watch it, kid..."

He's teasing, but the charade doesn't last long before his hands are on him, and he's giving in, not just kissing him but walking him back up against the nearest wall. Maybe it's cliched, the kind of shit you see in movies, but he can't keep his hands off him and he doesn't think that Chase minds. One hand slips up beneath his shirt and brushes along his belly and up his side, slow and teasing as he deepens the kiss.