She Walked In Without Knocking. [BoyXBoy]

SWIWOK: 2

:D chapter 2!

So... I had a couple people last chapter ask what was going on, and honestly? I have no clue:D this story hasn't been planned whatsoever, so uploads will be a bit sketchy and random(:

Chapters will always be in Chance's POV unless I say otherwise(:

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I groaned, rolling over on the hard surface I'd been sleeping on. Where was I?

Running my hand over my face, I pushed myself up off the ground. I was in the middle of the kitchen floor, curled up on the tile.

Well. No wonder my back hurt. I still couldn't remember why I was on the kitchen floor, though.

I struggled to my feet, using the doorframe to brace myself. Shelia should be coming over today, if I remembered correctly. I groaned at my stupidity. I really didn't want to see her today.

Patting myself down, I found my phone in my pocket, and I checked the calander.

Yep, Sheila at 1:00.

Smartphones saved my life. I sighed as I heard the doorbell ring. Was it one o'clock already?

Stumbling to the door, I opened it to see Tate standing there. Every time I saw him, my heart fluttered. He still didn't know I was in love with him, even if he did know I was gay.

"Hey," I said, opening the door wider to let him in. Tate stood there, looking confused as I turned away from him and walked into the kitchen. I went to the dishwasher, and began to unload the clean dishes.

"Uh, Chance? Don't we have something we need to talk about?" Tate questioned me, following me as I did my chores, and I stopped, looking back as I was putting a glass away.

"I dunno... What'd you do?" I chuckled; it was a running joke that Tate would always do something he had to explain to me.

Tate was silent, and I turned to look at him. He had a horrified look on his face, staring at me.

"You mean... You don't remember yesterday? At all?" He whispered, moving closer to my side. I shuddered slightly; Tate still had no idea of the effect he had on me.

"Well, I'm not sure. It was like a dream... And I think Sheila is coming over today?" I didn't want to tell him about my explicit dreams, worried that he would figure out he starred in all of them. Plus, how could it be real, seeing as I had those types of dreams nearly every day?

Tate gazed at me, unblinking. "Chance, I don't think Sheila will be wanting to come over any time soon. Not after what happened yesterday."

Now I was confused. What happened yesterday?

Turning my back on him, I rubbed my face. Why couldn't I remember yesterday? I could remember every other day before that, but not yesterday.

Suddenly, I felt Tate's arms wrap around my waist from behind, and I froze as he licked my ear, tracing the shell with his hot tongue.

Shivering, I drew a ragged breath. What was happening?

"Yesterday, Chance. Yesterday, I almost made love to you." Tate hissed into my ear as he pulled my back to his chest. I could feel his erection pressing into the small of my back, and I licked my suddenly dry lips.

Closing my eyes, I moaned. I didn't believe him about yesterday, but I knew I was awake now.

Ignoring my burning passion, I stilled my body against his.