Corbin House Chronicles: Brotherhood Unbound

Chapter 33: Kent Hanging Out With Chuck's Doggie

Kent had decided to go for a jog around the neighborhood to clear his mind. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow across the street as he moved down the familiar path. He had been running for a while, his muscles warmed and his mind relaxed, when he noticed someone walking a dog nearby. The man was tall, with a nice build, and there was something magnetic about his presence. He couldn't help but smile as he slowed down to approach.

"Hey there," Kent greeted with a friendly wave.

The man looked up, offering a warm smile in return. "Hey," he replied. "I'm Chuck."

Kent nodded, his eyes briefly moving to the dog, whose joyful energy was infectious. "Nice to meet you, Chuck. I'm Kent. And who's this little guy?" he asked, gesturing to the dog.

Chuck chuckled, glancing down at the golden retriever. "This is Rocky," he said. "He's a bit of a handful, but he's got a good heart."

Kent crouched slightly, holding out his hand as Rocky eagerly sniffed it. "Well, hey there, Rocky. You're a cute one, aren't you?" Kent said with a laugh, scratching behind the dog's ears. Rocky barked in agreement, his tail wagging even faster.

Chuck watched the interaction with a smile, clearly pleased. "Looks like you've got a new fan."

"What can I say? I've got a way with dogs," Kent replied, standing back up. "So, what brings you two out here?"

"Just getting Rocky some exercise," Chuck explained. "And trying to keep myself in shape, too. I used to play baseball, so staying active's kind of a habit."

"That explains the build," Kent said with a grin, his tone light but appreciative.

Chuck shrugged, his smile turning a little shy. "What about you? You a runner?"

"Yeah, I like to jog. Clears my head and keeps me sane," Kent replied.

The two of them continued chatting, the conversation flowing easily. Chuck mentioned that he had dabbled with different experiences in the past, but he wasn't one to share too much right away. Kent liked that—there was a certain mystery to Chuck that made him even more intriguing.

After a while, the conversation took a more relaxed turn, with both of them feeling a natural connection. "You want to hang out for a bit?" Chuck asked. "I'm just around the corner. I could use some company."

Kent thought for a moment. "Sure, why not? But let's keep it quick. I've got a few things to take care of later."

The two of them walked side by side to Chuck's place, enjoying the easy companionship. When they entered, Chuck wasted no time in making Kent feel at ease, offering him a seat on the couch and taking off his shirt to cool down. Kent could tell Chuck took pride in his physique—his arms and chest were defined, his posture still radiating strength.

Kent followed Chuck's lead and took off his own jacket, feeling comfortable in the laid-back atmosphere. The two of them began talking about their favorite workouts and joking about what moves they were best at, all while the casual banter made them both laugh.

Chuck eventually stood up, heading to the kitchen to grab Kent a glass of water. However, in his excitement, he accidentally spilled some of the water on Kent's shorts. "Oh no! I'm sorry about that," Chuck said, quickly grabbing a towel to help clean up the mess. As he did, his hand brushed against Kent's leg, and he paused, feeling the unexpected tension between them.

Kent smiled softly, feeling the heat of the situation but not pulling away. "It's fine. Really, don't worry about it."

Chuck's hands lingered a little longer as he carefully dried the fabric, his fingers brushing over Kent's legs with an intent that didn't go unnoticed. There was an undeniable energy in the air now, a connection that was building between them with every passing moment. Kent didn't feel rushed, and he didn't resist when Chuck's touch lingered a bit longer than necessary.