"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.

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

Even after all this time away, Chance was still helpless against Kristoff and even after the two hours he had spent thinking, he could never truly walk away. He knew now it was as clear as day to him.Even if he was filled with lust and fury and confusion.One thing played in his mind.Did Kristoff truly loved him?There was only one way to find out. He had to go back to Kristoff. Put him to the test and see how far any of them would go. Then again, he was a bit hesitant. He didn't want to get hurt. He didn't know how he would cope if a man should break his heart.Chance got up, dust the sand off his shorts and went back to th

"I--""Just shut the fuck up and go to sleep, Kris." Chance pulled a pillow from under Kristoff's head, threw it at the foot of the bed and landed with a groan."Why are you all the way down there? Come on, let's cuddle.''"Can you not talk for two minutes?''After a long pause, Kristoff spoke again. "Is two minutes up yet?''''Good night Kris.''''I like it when you call me Kris.''Chance didn't reply, instead he laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Thinking about his next move. while Kristoff talked on until he fell asleep.

"So, are you going to fuck or not?'' Kristoff asked, rolling over on his stomach, looking up at Chance with his ankles crossed.''Do you want to?''"Well, yes. Ever since the first day we met, remember? But you are being a hardass.''"A hardass, huh?''''Can you shut up and get on the bed, can't you see that I have the hots for you.''Chance gave a sexy smirk, then licked his lips.Kristoff raised a brow, wondering if this was just a game and he wouldn't get anywhere.''We going to fuck?''There was a pause and an intense stare down between the two."We'll do something, but my way." Chance finally said.Kristoff shot up at that. “What do you have in mind? I am ready and willing to submit," He said, eager, dying even, to feel Chance's body pressing onto him.''Can you handle me?''"Can we cut this shit and get to it?'' "Fine. Come here, pull my pants down and have a taste." Chance d