Is Chris Motionless Gay Novels & Stories

“You make it sound like it's a bad thing…?” “It's not— I'm just surprised.” His eyes narrow. “You've not being to one?” I haven't. Chris had morals to uphold. An image he so desperately wanted to protect. He's from this deep rooted religious family— I wasn't. And perhaps that's the reason I wasn't good enough for him. I cross my arms. “Yeah,” I say. “Chris didn't like it,” His smile doesn't fade. “Great. That ship has sailed. It's time to explore.”

They had spent the last hour teasing him mercilessly about his lack of experience. “I really want to have sex with Sheryl,” Chris admitted quietly once the others had left, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “But I’m kinda shy about it. I don’t even know how to kiss properly. I always freeze up.” His friends had laughed even harder, clapped him on the back, and eventually headed out for the night, still teasing him as they left. Only Ryan stayed behind. He was Chris’s closest friend since high school, calm, confident, and openly gay. Ryan sat on the couch beside him, watching him with a soft, amused smile.

"Jesus, how do you know I like- Wait, what?" "Sebastian Keates," Sophia smiled at him. "I keep on telling you I'm your best friend and I literally know you a lot more than you can imagine. It's so freaking obvious you like him." "Oh." "Yeah, duh," she rolled her eyes. "But I do have a question though. Are you sure you're gay? I mean, you have a girlfriend?" "I'm gay, Sophie. I've always known it," he bit his lip. "And about Madison, it's a bit complicated. Yeah, we're dating but I don't actually like her that way."

Chris laughed, "But really, I'm starting to get scared for you. I know that Dean was your first love and a part of you might still want to hold on to that but Grace, even he has moved on and-" "Wait, hold up, you think this is about Dean?" I frowned. Not everything had to be about Dean Ryan, Jesus. "Is it?" He quirked his brows. "No!" I exclaimed, a frown still on my face. "I'm not holding on to Dean, I haven't shut out men since we broke up or sworn myself to celibacy and loneliness. I just don't feel the need to discuss details of my sex life with you." Chris' face fell in a matter of seconds.

She began feeling like something wasn't right. But Chris chuckled. “She is crazy. Mom, to be honest, I love Abby. And if I can't be with her, I won't marry anyone else,” he said, his expression so serious. “And that night, I didn't sleep in the hotel room with Trisha. I will never do that.“ His mom was shocked. “Son, are you serious about it?“ She asked. She didn't know what was happening any more. But Chris rubbed her back. “I would never lie to you,mom. I have to go now. When I come back, I will try to find out the truth. Just know that I didn't touch Trisha! If she is pregnant, it is not my child.“

I sneered at her, unable to make eye contact with her, I gazed towards the floor. She chuckled lightly. "Jake, I know for a fact he doesn't see her with lustful eyes. Do you want to know why?" She asked. "Why? Don't tell me.... he's gay right? I've heard that before. Not buying it." She laughed out loud. "No, he's not gay. He is as straight as they can be.... but no Jake, he doesn't see her like that, he never has because Chris is my husband. He only sees her as what she is, my little sister. " she said, making me feel like an idiot. I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw tighter. I felt like a complete idiot right now.

Yes, women drooled over Mark, but seeing that it was impossible to take him to bed, there was always Chris with his almost six feet tall and very muscular body. As a man sure of his sexuality, I could tell that Royce was a very good looking man; I mean, the man looked tough and his features were rough and dark, his nose bent painfully from the kidnapping years ago, but putting his green eyes and black hair together, I suppose they made him exotic for the females eyes. But after that event, Chris became even more withdrawn and all he did was work and exercise, so we didn't see him much anymore. On my phone his number was stored under the name The Hermit, because, well, that word described him

"Chris Alessandro is a gAriana. That's why he didn't want to stay in Indonesia, because he's avoiding his father. He doesn't want his family and his father's clients to hear about that scandal." "Don't joke!" Gerald said, irritated. Sexual deviation wasn't something to joke about. "I'm not joking," Max said. "One of our friends saw him sleeping naked with another man in his flat. What do you think they were doing? You and I have never slept naked together, right?" Gerald shuddered in disgust. Imagining being with a naked man next to him made him feel nauseous and want to vomit immediately. "Chris is a gAriana. People assumed he liked you, that's why he always bothered you. I thought you knew

If this man doesn’t learn to keep some of his thoughts to himself at this point, I was going to end up beating his ass up before the end of tonight. “I’m not in any stupid closet, I’m not even gay,” I argued vehemently as I returned to glaring at my tumbler. “But you want a man, do you not? But you want me.” Annoying Chris continued and I breathed out a sigh before turning around in my seat until I was completely facing him.

He was going to find out eventually, given how nosy he was, so why delay the inevitable? His eyes lit up with amusement. “Dude, that’s awesome! Unless… wait, you’re not gay and secretly into me, are you? I mean, I don’t swing that way, but for you, maybe I’d give it a shot,” he teased, flashing a wicked grin. I glared at him, briefly considering throwing something at his head but decided against wasting a perfectly good office phone. “Piss off, Chris. I’m not gay. My problem is that my mate is a witch.”