A/N: this chapter features some pretty graphic, rough sex. Well, for me anyway. I guess it's subjective. Readers beware ;)
"Yeah, I did," Wyatt coolly replied as he continued to walk into the house. The first floor was an open concept, allowing a person to socialize with other people in the house and be seen from any room. Wyatt went into the kitchen and threw his empty water bottle in the trash before grabbing another from the fridge. "Want one?" He asked.
Chris ignored the offer and stood up. He walked across the den to the counter that separated the den from the kitchen. He laid his hands on it and leaned forward. "I tried to call you a dozen times."
"I saw," Wyatt replied.
"You need to tell me what's going on, Wyatt," Chris said in a low, angry voice.
Wyatt shrugged his shoulders. "Um. It's my birthday so I went out? And why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't I go out and celebrate my birthday? It's better than sitting here alone waiting for you to finish your date with Tara Harrington."
Chris closed his eyes in frustration. "That wasn't a date, Wyatt."
"It looked like one to me."
Chris walked around the counter until he was standing in front of Wyatt. "Yeah? And do you want to know what your little dance with Gus Kenworthy looked like?"
"I don't care how it looked," Wyatt said with a shrug. "Why should I?"
"Because it hurt me, alright?" Chris shouted. "Is that what you wanted to hear? It fucking hurt me, Wyatt!"
Wyatt was now standing against the counter in the corner of the kitchen. Chris walked and stood in front of him, his hands at his side. Wyatt felt boxed in and as he weighed the situation he felt the urge to start crying. Not wanting to break down in front of Chris, he tried to walk past him.
"Answer me!" Chris shouted as he grabbed Wyatt by his upper arm and moved closer, preventing him from walking away.
"I don't want to talk right now," Wyatt muttered as he attempted to pull away.
"And I'll tell you what I don't want- I don't want to see another man's hands on you!"
"And you think I liked seeing you on the beach with Jasmine hanging all over you? Or tonight? Seeing you with Tara on your arm and everyone speculating on this hot new romance of yours?"
Chris shook his head. "That's all different, Wyatt."
"How? How is it different?"
"I'm not attracted to them! There's not even a chance of me wanting to be with them!"
Wyatt glared up at Chris. "What? So because Gus and I are both gay it's different?"
Chris shook his head and smiled. "Oh, so it's Gus now, is it? First name basis already?"
"It was a dance, Chris. That's all. Just keeping up appearances. Isn't that what you're doing? Just keeping up appearances?"
Chris felt the slap of Greg's earlier words and faltered. Wyatt took advantage of Chris being stunned by his words and pulled his arm out of his grip. He stormed out of the kitchen, his entire body trembling. As he walked through the house and toward the stairs, Chris regained his composure and went after him. Wyatt made it to the bedroom when Chris caught up and came in behind him.
"Wyatt, what I saw tonight hurt me," he repeated in an attempt at a calmer voice.
"Good!" Wyatt screamed as he spun around. "Good! I'm glad it hurt you!"
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A Chance Encounter (Chris Hemsworth X OMC)
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