"Can you help me get my back?'' Kristoff held out the sunscreen for Chance to grease him up.
"No funny business.'' Chance took it from him.
"When have I ever tried anything?'' Kristoff tried to play dumb.
"You are not cute.'' Chance whispered in his ears, causing him to shiver and lean into him.
Chance pushed him away. ''That's exactly what I am talking about.''
"Sorry, but you smell nice.''
''It's the Tom F-. Listen, can you stop with all this? I told you plenty of times that I'm not interested in men and especially not when that man is you.'' Chance pushed him again.
"Chance, as much as I would love to kill my feelings for you, I can't.''
"You don't have feelings for me Kristoff, and I suggest that whatever is going on in that thick head of yours, you let it go.''
"It's not so easy.''
"Are you two coming or not?'' Crystal asked, cutting off whatever Chance had to say.
Chance cut his eyes
"We never speak of this.'' Kristoff said, on their drive back to their hotel."What? That you didn't know what couch is, how can you not know though?''"I just always thought it was a fancy name for a fish.''Chance let out a laugh. ''And what about caviar? Do you know what that is?''Kristoff paused. "of course. Fish eggs.''"You had to think about it.''"I'm driving Chance.''Chance scoffed, then tickled Kristoff, causing him to swerve."Don't do that. I'm driving.'' Kristoff straighten in his seat.
3 years, and 4 months. That was how long Kristoff hadn't seen or heard from Chance. It was as if he had vanished completely from the face of the earth. He spent days thinking nothing of Chance, trying to find him or contact him.While Chance's mind would drift to Kristoff only once in a while, which he hated, hated what Kristoff had done to him. He tried his hardest to forget, forget the kiss, the sensation, the pleasure.But Kristoff refused to let that night go. He wanted more, more of Chance and for their relationship to take off.'Where are you?' Kristoff would wonder, searching collage after collage. Campus, after campus, to find Chance.Their separation had gone on long enough. It was as if his other half was missing, or a part
"Don't tell me I have to chase after you again?'' Chance glanced back at his former friend, wondering how he found him and why he even came after him. "Chance, can you please just give me a chance.'' Kristoff yelled then laughed. "No, but seriously,. can you please forgive me? I know that I have violated you and I'm sorry, I miss our friendship and you.'' "No, you miss always trying to fu*ck me, now get lost.'' "No, my friend. We have lost each other for far too long.'' Chance paused at another cross sign, giving Kristoff enough opportunity to catch up. Where he rested one hand on Chance's shoulder and the other on his hip. Chance shrugged him off. ''Why are you here?'' "For you, Chance, don't you miss me?'' "I miss not seeing your face and having your annoyance around.'' "You're just saying that.'' "Jesus, can you just leave me alone. Haven't you had enough already? You have the entire world in your han
Chance lay in his bed thinking back to seeing Kristoff for the first time in so long. He didn't know how to react. First, he was taken aback by his killer good looks. He knew that handsome men were in Colombia, but Kristoff's beauty was incomparable. He hated that Kristoff had an effect on him, and all those years, he thought he got him out of his head. But no, just that first glimpse of Kristoff brought back those feelings he tried his hardest to hide. He didn't know if it was the playfulness in his eyes, that damn smirk he always wore when he knew he was right, or just him, everything about him. Change sighed, then rolled to his side. He just couldn't help but think of Kristoff. The arrogant prick had got way under his skin, wormed his way into his heart and consumed his mind. Almost taking over his life, for the first few months Kristoff was all he could think of and every day for that time, to almost a year, he was all he saw. 'Could I really be with a ma
"Can we go again? I think I faintly heard you asking for more. I could be wrong, but I'm never wrong." Kristoff gave a lopsided grin. "You fucking asshole, you just forced me into doing something I didn't want to. Isn't that enough?" "Now, now my dare, Chance, I didn't force you. You gave yourself to me, you want me, so stop hiding it." "Leave!" "No, I have nowhere to go." "Fine, stay, but the bed is yours." "Where will you sleep?" "On the street, I'm used to it." Chance declared, pulling his shirt down and searched for his shoes.
The last thing Chance remembered was telling Kristoff to get off him, before he felt himself growing dizzy as he fell into sleep.Instantly dreaming about the day his mother allowed her pimp to abuse him and set his pit bull on him after.He was out doing things for Dwayne, things he hated doing.Dwayne would always send him on drug exchange for money from people that owed him. And to rob the convenient store so that Dwayne could eat.Chance would get beat up each time, go back to the almost fallen apart house with no money or food, and get beat up again.He hated his mother, always blaming her for the life he lived.He was seen as
Chance woke to something caressing his face. At first he moaned and mumbled, then swat at what it was. He opened his eyes to see Kristoff smiling face. There was shock, hatred, and annoyance flashing across his face all at once."You sick fuck." Chance gritted out, punching Kristoff in the chest so hard that he almost fell off the bed.Kristoff made a huff sound, rubbing at the spot. "Well, good morning to you too, sweetheart. By the way, what were you dreaming about? Who died?"A horrified look flashed across Chance's face, which quickly turned to anger."Never call me that! And mind your own damn business!" Another punch landed in Kristoff's face, drawing blood.Chance climbed on top of Kristoff, wrapping his hand around his neck, squeezing with all his might. But that seem to only turn Kristoff on as he was grinning up at him, with a glint in his eyes."Ready for round two, I see." Kristoff rocked his hips, grinding his already stif
Chance walked round, confused as ever and ignoring the hungry pangs he was feeling. He hadn't had breakfast as yet and going to a whorehouse so early in the morning wasn't such a good idea. Chance stuffed his hands in his pocket, walking around in a daze until he found himself at the beach. He sucked in a breath, tasting the salty air which immediately take him back to his journey from Detroit to New Hampshire. (It wasn't an easy one, with police on the lookout for a crazy killer boy. Which they almost caught him, simply because he had foolishly broken into a house looking for a hot meal and a safe place to rest his head. But was he wrong, instead the old couple attacked him then called the police. From there, Chance ran. Hitching rides and walking until he came to Buffalo, where he was placed in an orphanage and was transported to New York. There, he spent most of his teenage life, bouncing from foster home to foster h