When Chance finally opened his eyes, he noticed he was lying on the floor, mostly naked with a shirt or something covering his private areas. There were two things he could tell immediately. He was uncomfortable as hell with body aches all over from sleeping on the floor, and that it was way too early in the morning.
He remembered last night offering the bed, yet again, but Terrence claimed to be too tired, so he simply offered Dr. T the couch while he slept on the floor. Yes, after going on about four to five rounds, he was that tired. But now that he woke up groggy and uncomfortable, all he really wanted was to sleep in bed.
This was one of those days where he didn’t have to dread his alarm going off as it was his day off in the ER department. He headed back to the bedroom, and collapsed right on
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"Kara?" Chance was shocked to see his best friend at his doorstep. Mainly because Kara usually avoided coming to Chance's house because it was quite far from the hub, citing that returning from this area has always been a hustle. Which is why her presence at this hour was surprising. "What a… surprise" he tried to hide his shock. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I need your help". She groaned. "And you dressed up for that"? Chance teased to receive a glare from Kara. "I had a date," She spat. "It blew up, and now I am stuck here without my car". She sighed, almost at her edge. "You… date"? Chance tried to appear shocked. "Yes, Chance Lopez, I date. Despite my out of the world beauty, I do give p
“Whoa? What did the Table ever do to you”? Dr. McGrath asked as he noticed his junior almost dig a hole with an instrument kept on the table. Dr. Tyson blinked and noticed how much he had scraped the table. He looked at his senior apologetically and with puzzled eyes, evoking concern in the former, “Are you alright?” He sat down next to Dr. Tyson. “I haven’t seen you do this for over a month. Is he… back”? Dr. Tyson asked. “No”! Dr. Tyson denied immediately. “It’s not that.” “Well, if you wanna share, I am here.” Dr. McGrath asked. After an uncomfortable pause, Dr. Tysos asked, “If I tell you, promise me that you won't judge me?” “When have I ever judged you”. With Pride, Dr. McGrath declared.
Dr. Tyson froze the moment he noticed Chance. The audacity he must have had to try the look, and pull it off splendidly. It was hard for Dr. Tyson to look at Chance at the moment, but it was even harder to look away. Seeing his jaw dropped like that, Dr. McGrath followed his gaze to see Chance dancing around to music. "Yeah, in this weather I didn't expect him to go to Tarzan either. He has a high heat tolerance or something." Dr. McGrath shrugged. "He is practically naked." Dr. Tyson pointed out with a gulp. "And here I thought there were no strippers." And with that Dr. Tyson turned around to get his gun. "He is not a stripper"! Dr. McGrath shouted before he headed back to warn Chance about the incoming strippers jokes he mig
Sure there had been plenty of times, Dr. Tyson rode him like anything, but this was the first time it seemed as if there was a bullet to his head if Chance didn’t comply. It was like getting mauled by an insatiable beast, except this one Chance didn’t mind. Chance finally got comfortable enough in the cooped up backseat. When Dr. Tyson pulled away after leaving a string of marks on his chest, he smirked. “Looks like you can’t pull off this look anymore.” “Or course I can. I look like a Tarzan that scores,'' Chance winked and tugged on the Doctor's bow tie once more. “Why the hell do you put this thing? It’s irritating to take it off.” “Had I known this would happen, I wouldn’t have worn it.” Dr. Tyson scoffed and in a swift motion removed the bow tie and threw it near the glove compartment. In that sa
There was a moment of awkward silence and peace in the car where no one said anything. While they laid there simply catching their breaths and taking in the fresh breezy air from the window that was open just a little bit. “You let your car get messy huh”? Chance chuckled as he laid on his back as Dr. Tyson laid above him due to lack of space. “Shut up.” Dr. Tyson snickered. After a moment of silence he mumbled, "Sorry I tore your... costume." He mumbled. "You might not get your refund." "I was never gonna get a refund in the first place." Chance scoffed at Dr. Tyson. "Why"? Dr. Tyson frowned. "Because, I didn't rent it" Chance shrugged.
"Chance? What are you doing here? I thought you had the day off". As soon as Dr. Tyson noticed him, he uttered. "I forgot my phone" Chance shrugged simply, as he put his phone inside his pocket. "How did you know he had his day off"? Dr. McGrath asked. Chance’s eyes widened while Dr. Tyson retained his calm. "He mentioned yesterday." He shrugged simply. "Oh." Dr. McGrath nodded, without putting much thought into it. "Anyways, have a great trip" Dr. McGrath wished Chance before Chance nodded and exited the scene. "Trip"? As soon as Chance was out of the door, Dr. Tyson couldn't help himself but ask. "Yeah, I think he is going back to his hometown for a coupl
It was around eight when the duo finally reached their destination. On the way, Chance offered to switch with Dr. Tyson to which Dr. Tyson reluctantly agreed to. After a certain amount of time not driving, Dr. Tyson was the one who fell asleep. Moreover, he even started to snore, indicating how tired Dr Tyson must have been to sleep thus peacefully in the car.Suddenly, Chance found the gesture by the doctor even more endearing. What he couldn't stop wondering was why Dr Tyson was going at such lengths? Sure, he had received Dr. Tyson’s explanation, but Chance couldn't help but feel like this wasn't enough. Moreover, his repeated act of kindness was followed by distancing from the former, so Chance was almost certain that Dr Tyson would try to push him away once more.Chance shook Dr Tyson gently as they wer
Eventually the duo did move to the bed and remained there for quite a while, naked and awake after the session they just had. Staring at the ceiling, questioning almost everything at the moment. “You are gonna ignore me again?” Chane couldn’t help but ask. Dr Tyson was quiet for a moment, before he whispered, “Again”? “Everytime, you do something remotely nice for me… you avoid me. As if you are trying to balance your behavior.” “Nice”? “You brought me here.” Chance clarified. “I didn’t mean to ignore you.” Dr Tyson mumbled, “It’s just… you can be a lot sometimes.” “Says the one who constantly berated me when I was working with him.” Chance scowled.