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Dec. 11th, 2014
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Connor didn't date. He didn't date, and he certainly didn't do boyfriends, and when things progressed beyond a casual fuck or a random hookup, it usually scared the fuck out of him. He'd grown a sort of fondness for Oliver at one point, but the truth was, they were ultimately too different, and Connor ultimately felt that he couldn't trust Oliver as much as he needed to trust someone after what had happened. If he were honest, though, he wasn't sure how the fuck he'd come to trust Chase so quickly. Maybe it was the fact that, instead of the clean-as-a-whistle persona that Oliver wore so well, Chase had a thread of darkness about him. A hint of something dangerous that Connor had picked up on right away, and had thrived on and trusted ever since.
So when Chase had asked Connor out to dinner, something that was very much not something he'd usually say yes to, Connor had grudgingly agreed, but not without insisting that they plan on a raunchy quickie in the bathroom of the restaurant, a caveat that Chase was all too willing to agree to. So here they were, zipping their pants in the tiny restroom of the restaurant where Chase had just taken Connor roughly against the wall... just how Connor liked it. Rough and hard. That he understood. Fucking he got... Fucking hard and fast and making each other come, those were the things that made sense. It only got complicated when things like fears, failures, secrets, and dinner began to come into the equation, and they very much had here.
For what seemed like the millionth time, Connor asked himself what he was doing here. And after only a moment or so, he realized it didn't fucking matter. At the moment, it worked, and that was all that mattered to him. With one hand trying to straighten out the front of his smart blue button-down, Connor reached out with the other to grab Chase's collar and pull him close for a very hot kiss. "Let's get back out there before they think you're not intending to buy me dessert and the most expensive dessert wine on the menu," he teased, running his tongue lightly over Chase's lip. "We'll pick this up again in the car."
So when Chase had asked Connor out to dinner, something that was very much not something he'd usually say yes to, Connor had grudgingly agreed, but not without insisting that they plan on a raunchy quickie in the bathroom of the restaurant, a caveat that Chase was all too willing to agree to. So here they were, zipping their pants in the tiny restroom of the restaurant where Chase had just taken Connor roughly against the wall... just how Connor liked it. Rough and hard. That he understood. Fucking he got... Fucking hard and fast and making each other come, those were the things that made sense. It only got complicated when things like fears, failures, secrets, and dinner began to come into the equation, and they very much had here.
For what seemed like the millionth time, Connor asked himself what he was doing here. And after only a moment or so, he realized it didn't fucking matter. At the moment, it worked, and that was all that mattered to him. With one hand trying to straighten out the front of his smart blue button-down, Connor reached out with the other to grab Chase's collar and pull him close for a very hot kiss. "Let's get back out there before they think you're not intending to buy me dessert and the most expensive dessert wine on the menu," he teased, running his tongue lightly over Chase's lip. "We'll pick this up again in the car."