SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 91 - "You were gone."

CHASE

I've never been a runner. Not in the physical sense at least. Emotionally, I'd tell you that it's a definite yes. I believe I'm grown enough that I can admit to that now. I ran away from my sexuality and dealing with all of the emotions when Dad passed away. Ran away from responsibilities, like manning up and looking after Mom and Jen when I should have.
But that's not my point right now. I'm speaking of the physical exertion people willingly choose to drown themselves with. Again, we're speaking physically. Maybe it is an emotional thing too.
It has always confused the hell out of me why people actually enjoy doing it. There's no competition, therefore there is no winner. Especially when you're running alone. So what's the point? You're not going anywhere with it, are you? There's no destination, because eventually you go home, or right back to where you came from. You're right back at the start.
So why am I running right now?!
And why does it feel so fucking good?

My theory is, I woke up once again, next to the sexiest piece of man I've ever seen. Dylan looked so peaceful in his sleep, and once I'd freed myself from his strong arms wrapped around me, I didn't really know what to do with myself. After five minutes of watching (and smiling at) him sleeping, I couldn't help but think how weird that was. To be watching someone sleep. It sounds like something a psychopath would do. It would freak me the fuck out if I woke up under someones intense gaze, let alone have them smiling back at me like some kind of fucking weirdo.
I was tempted to wake him up. He sure could have given a helping hand taking care of my morning wood, but he looked far too peaceful. Far too beautiful.

Last night, I made love to him.
Even as I'm running, I'm smiling. At least I blend in with all of the other fucking weirdos that are out here running at 8:15 on a Sunday morning and smiling about it. Maybe they too are thinking about the amazing sex they had last night. Can't have been as good as my night. Nothing could ever be as good as last night.
He felt so fucking good and looked so beautiful beneath me. I just never realised I could be this happy.
I take a look at my watch and see that it's 9:45. I left home at 8:15. Where in the hell did that ninety minutes go?!
I feel good. Fucking fantastic actually. Invigorated. I snort to myself. Chase fucking Summers feels invigorated. Let me not say that word out loud. People might start thinking that I have half a brain and actually paid attention in school.
As I make my way back home, ready to cover my sexy boyfriend in my sweat, I make a promise to myself to run more often. Maybe I should get them running-legging-things that everyone seems to be wearing. I don't want to look like an amateur. I wonder if Dylan likes running? His ass would look fucking amazing in those running-legging-things. We're going shopping later. I want new running shoes and some of those running-legging-things. Next time I'm pounding the pavement I want to look like a fucking pro. Like I do this shit in my sleep. Yeah, this might actually be one thing I could be good at.

I round the corner of my street and pick up my pace, from a jog to a run, for the final sprint. I'm suddenly desperate to be back in Dylan's arms. If he's not awake yet, I'm going to cover him with my sweaty body and stink him out of bed.
I stop to check the letterbox quickly, before climbing the front steps. Now with water so near, I'm suddenly dying of thirst. I open the front door and fight the need to yell out "honey, I'm home". Again, I snort to myself. I close the door quietly. I don't want to wake him by slamming the door. That's not how I've planned this.
Water, water, water...
"Oh fuck, you scared me!" I laugh, grabbing hold of my bare chest when I see Dylan sitting on the stairs, third from the bottom.
He lifts his head slowly, and my smile disappears.
"What's wrong?" I ask, walking over and kneeling between his legs. I wipe the tears from his face and my heart breaks when I notice his red-rimmed eyes.
"You left me." He sniffs, twisting his fingers.
"No baby, I didn't leave. I went for a run." I tell him, running my hands over his bare thighs.
He's naked. He must have jumped straight out of bed and searched the house for me. Guilt rushes through me.
"A run?" He frowns.
"Yeah," I laugh, "what the fuck right?"
"You were gone." He whispers.
"Not for long babe. I just, you were sleeping and you looked so peaceful...I thought I'd go for a run."
"Since when do you run?" He asks me, that adorable frown still on his face.
"Since this morning when I thought you'd freak out and think it was weird that I was laying there and watching you sleep."
"That's not weird, that's fucking adorable." He says with a cute little smile. It disappears just as quick as it came. "You can't just leave me Chase. I thought you were gone."
"Of course I wasn't gone-gone." I laugh.
"It's not funny. I have issues Chase. My brain tells me you've left me, just like everyone else leaves me."
Realisation hits me, and my stomach drops. Abandonment issues. Can't blame him.
"Did we not talk about this last night?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
He looks so fucking vulnerable. Where has the cocky beast I stuck my dick in just last night disappeared to?
"I told you I'm not going anywhere." I remind him.
"I know you said that, but..."
"No buts. I am not going anywhere babe, okay? Especially since I know what you feel like wrapped around my cock. I now know what heaven feels like. You couldn't get rid of me if you tried."
He lifts his eyes to mine, bites down on his lip and smiles. Fucking beautiful.
"Okay?" I question again, smiling back at him.
"Yep." He nods, before I pull him into my arms.
I hold him there, against my sweaty chest, before pulling away slightly.
"I love you." I whisper.
"I love you too." He replies, just as soft.
"Good." I grin, standing up and pulling him with me. "We're going to have a shower. You're going to wash this sweat off me, and you're going to wash my hair for me. Then you're going to drop to your knees and suck my dick dry."
"Is that right?" He laughs, staring back at me, his eyes shining.
"Yup." I grin, pulling him up the stairs towards the bathroom.
"And what if I want my dick sucked?" He questions.
"I asked first." I reply with a shrug, pulling him in front of me and wrapping my arms around him.
I nibble on his neck, while grinding my cock against his bare ass.
"You didn't ask, you demanded." He replies with a little growl mixed into a groan.
"Well then, consider yourself warned." I grin, gently pushing him into the bathroom before slapping his perky ass and slamming the door behind us.