Chelsea Lily's parting shot still echoed in his mind: "You're not gonna let your ex get all the glory after he cheated, right?" She'd sped off to zoom with her wife, which didn't remind Chelsea of his non-existent love life. His ex's player ways and sympathy fest weren't even on his radar. He had something pertaining to look forward to anyways. He still hadn't forgotten about Sarge's invite and he was going to have to take him up on it since it'd been too long he'd rolled in the hay with someone. Chelsea was a pro at one-night stands when he was single and needed a hook-up. Toys were an option, but he craved human touch – the warmth, the intimacy. And he was determined to drag Arc, kicking and screaming along, if he had to. Arc's perpetual grumpiness had Chelsea wondering if he was overdue for some action too. But then there was that laugh last night... the one that still had Chelsea feeling a thrill in his gut. He couldn't help but feel a little smug about i
Arc As Pete knelt before her, Lady Legasus's gaze softened, and she reached out a hand to gently stroke his hair. The soft whisper of her fingers through his locks sent shivers down his spine. Her touch seemed almost maternal, yet hinted at deeper, more complicated emotions. The sweet scent of blooming flowers wafted from her perfume, reaching for them, entrancing them all. "Rise, dear subject," she said, her voice husky and seductive, like velvet caressing their skin. The warm glow of candles flickered, casting a golden light on her face. Grey, still seated, looked like he'd been punched in the gut. His face was pale, and his eyes seemed to plead with Lady Leggy to notice him again. The air was thick with tension as he seemed to struggle with breathing, his chest constricted. Lady Leggy's focus remained on Pete, her gaze burning with an intensity that seemed to hold secrets and promises. The soft rustle of her gown as
Chelsea As Chelsea stepped into Harry Waters's office, the warmth and sophistication enveloped him. The room, a testament to the esteemed actor's success, exuded classic Hollywood glamour. Rich mahogany woodworks adorned the walls, floor, and furniture, while the scent of polished wood and leather wafted through the air. Waters's desk, crafted from a single piece of majestic mahogany, commanded attention. Intricate carvings danced across its surface, echoing the opulence of a bygone era. A plush, burgundy leather chair sat behind, inviting relaxation. Floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, housing Oscar statuettes, rare scripts, and vintage photographs. The room's centerpiece was a stunning mahogany fireplace, its mantle adorned with golden awards and personalized plaques. Chelsea's gaze swept the room, lingering on unfamiliar treasures: a framed poster of his father's breakout film - Dark Hat-mattan, the bespoke mahogany
Arc Arc lay on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling as his mind wandered. One name echoed through his thoughts: Chelsea. His feelings were a tangled mess as he struggled to grasp why Chelsea insisted on being friends. The memory of their third encounter resurfaced - Chelsea showing up on his doorstep having with what had looked like a heated argument Penelope, fiery and determined, before proposing a pretend friendship to him. At the time, Chelsea had mentioned irate fans, furious about their kiss that had seemed to spark controversy. Arc hadn't pressed for details, dismissing Chelsea's words as mere drama. Now, curiosity gnawed at him. What had driven Chelsea to seek refuge in this charade? The mention of money had been the tipping point. Arc's financial burdens weighed heavily on him, particularly with Penelope's college tuition looming and the crushing debt that came with it. Lately, his thoughts had shifted away from his sister's ne
Chelsea Chelsea slowly opened his eyes, grogginess clinging to his mind. The soft morning light streaming through the window highlighted the gentle contours of Arc's living room. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and that's when he saw him.Arc stood by the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee, his gaze lost in the window's vista. The morning light danced across his features, accentuating the stark asymmetry of his face. The right side, with its sunken eye and twisted contours, seemed to pull his entire visage into a perpetual scowl.Yet, as Chelsea's gaze lingered, the sun's rays caught the dark strands of Arc's wispy hair, casting a warm glow that softened the jarring lines. His tall, broad, lanky frame appeared almost majestic, like a weathered statue reclaimed by nature. The contrast between Arc's rough, imperfect exterior and the gentle morning light was captivating. Chelsea's heart skipped a beat as memories of last night flooded back
ArcArc didn't understand, but his irritation simmered, threatening to boil over and unleash hell on anyone in his path. As he bent to muck out the pigpen, a gruff voice growled from behind him."Something wrong with you, boy?"Arc didn't need to turn; the tone was unmistakably Bill's."Fine," Arc replied, his curt response a warning.A grunt sounded, followed by the unmistakable sound of Bill spitting. "You don't look it.""I'm doing my job, aren't I?" Arc retorted."Well, you're doing it with an attitude," Bill snapped. "You'll scare my sweet piggies away with that long face of yours."Arc clenched his jaw, choosing silence."Don't care how you're feeling, boy," Bill continued. "As long as you get your work done. No work, no pay."Bill's crunching footsteps faded into the distance, leaving Arc with the unspoken threat.Hours later, Arc discovered he'd be working overtime. One of the other workers had fallen ill with severe diarrhea. The ext
ChelseaChelsea seethed, resisting the urge to visit Arc. Hurt and anger warred within him, but anger dominated.He thought gaining 20,000+ new followers after posting the picture with Penelope would lift his spirits. His total now stood at 55,000+, but the milestone felt hollow. He craved the rush of his previous millions-strong following. Nothing seemed to work: Chelsea's frustration simmered. Why couldn't he regain his online momentum? "You've been too busy with distractions to focus on reclaiming your old life," his subconscious taunted. Why did Arc's approval mean more to him than thousands of adoring fans?But Chelsea hesitated. Did he truly want his old life back? He'd built his identity around being Chelsea Waters: the gay influencer son of a wealthy actor and modeling mom, the "fucked-up twink hottie" with daddy issues.Who was he without that persona? Chelsea's thoughts swirled with uncertainty. Had he ever known himself outside of his curate
Arc Thursday was not looking to be a good day for him. His leg was a throbbing mess and even though the weather was warm, his skin was beginning to feel irritable. And he still wasn't able to take his mind off Chelsea. How was he even sure the thing he was feeling for Chelsea was love? The fairytales his momma used to read to him offered no clarity. Nightly, he scoured those worn pages, seeking answers, before collapsing from exhaustion. To make matters worse, his workmate's diarrhea persisted, and the pigs' sty had become a messier nightmare. Arc gazed out at the sprawling pig farm, Bill's pride and joy. the numerous sties, tucked away in every corner, seemed to stretch on forever. his task was daunting: cleaning each one to Bill's meticulous standards. viruses and diseases lurked around every corner, or so Bill's wikipedia research claimed. Arc's workdays blurred together: 7 am starts, 9 pm finishes. little extra pay, but he could