No, the Chris in my story is not Chris Bang. I don't even know who who the hell he is lol. The Chris in this story is completely my own character.
Jackson and I took a long shower together. We would've taken much less time, but I had decided to kiss him and then things escalated from there.
Having to cum four times in 45 minutes is exhausting to the human body, but what can you do.
I desperately wanted to catch some sleep, but I had to go to dinner with Jackson and Chris.
I kept looking at myself from the mirror, always searching for something to fix. For the hundreth time I tried to get the wild hairs on the back of my head to behave with endless amounts of stroking, with little to no success.
"You look good", Jackson smiled as I was beginning to get frustrated. "It looks cute."
"Thanks, baby" I mumbled and finally took my eyes off the mirror.
"Let's go"
I opened the door for him and locked the door behind us.
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"Hello, Jackson and Mark!" Chris greeted us with a wide smile.
We had come to his studio by foot, because both of us agreed it was too hot outside to hop into our car.
"Hi", I smiled and Jackson gave him a hug.
We stepped inside and Chris quided us through the confusing building. He lives above his studio, and after walking through three different hallways we finally got to his door.
He opened the door and a delicious smell of freshly cooked food met us. My stomach grumbled, and suddenly I was really glad we came to eat with Chris.
"I cooked us some pork with rice", he smiled as we stepped into the small kitchen. "I didn't have the time to cook anything super fancy but I hope it'll taste good anyways."
"No it's fine. It looks really good." Jackson smiled.
We ate the food and chilled on the living room floor for hours, talking and watching TV.
The clock was nearing 9PM, when Chris started receving texts.
I didn't think about it too much, maybe his girlfriend or something wanted to catch up with her boyfriend.
Chris' gaze met my eyes and started typing.
I raised my eyebrows in a questioning way, but before he could say anything, Jackson tapped my shoulder.
"Hey uh, should we head back? It's getting dark outside."
"Yeah maybe... I'll just use the bathroom real quick." I mumbled and got up, and so did Chris.
"It's the first door to the right." He smiled and I left.
I opened the white bathroom door and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was kind of pink from all the wine we had drunk and I was feeling almost tipsy, but not quite.
I did my thing and headed back.
When I walked through the small kitchen, I could hear Jackson's low voice. I couldn't make out what he said, it sounded way more like grunt than a word.
I furrowed my eyebrows and stepped into the living room.
And right as I stepped in, I had to face my biggest nightmare. My worst fear. Something that I never, never would want to see.
My fianceé, Jackson Wang, was kissing Chris.
