He should be asleep right now. He drove from Dawsonville to Mooresville through the night, took some stops in-between, then drove around NC for most of the day and ended up in a bar.
Now he's at Ryan's, which is the reason why he's not asleep.
Right before they got dinner, things got tense, but so close to the reason why Chase is even here in the first place.
Ryan...could be into guys.
1. He called a guy hot (and owned it), and 2. he kept a PRIDE flyer from a month back (and got suspiciously defensive about it).
Chase really wouldn't have thought much about the flyer, as he's sure he has stuff laying around his kitchen that people gave him months back...but this is different. Ryan's reaction said so much and so little at the same time. Chase needs to get to the bottom of this.
Right as Chase is thinking about all of this, Ryan comes back into the kitchen.
"Hey, I'm feeling gross so I'm gonna go take a shower—I'm gonna stay up afterwards and either watch something or play some video games if you wanna join. If you're too tired you can crash in the guest room."
"Okay. I'm too wired to go to bed, so I'll just stay up with you after your shower," he tells him.
"Cool, be back soon," Ryan says, taking off toward the bathroom.
Ryan. Shower. Naked. Cool. Cool cool. Cool cool cool.
Chase totally isn't freaking out. Nope. He's totally not thinking about Ryan's naked body under the hot spray of the shower. And he's definitely not thinking about the way his toned abdomen would look with water streaming down it, nor just how fucking hot he'd look washing himself, putting his hands all over his wet, fit—Chase needs to calm down.
"Fuck," he says to himself, carding one hand through his hair.
He managed to work himself up to the point of actually getting hard. Fantastic. What the hell is he gonna do when Ryan gets back? He doesn't see his erection going down soon, and it's not like Ryan'll even be that long.
He could jerk off really quick. He's confident enough in his abilities that he'd be able to get the job done before Ryan comes back out of the shower, but he's not about to rub one out on his couch. He has standards, you know.
He really needs to figure out something soon, or he's gonna have to watch a movie with a pillow over his crotch, because his dick is only gonna get harder. He knows he's gonna lose his shit when he gets back smelling all clean with his hair wet. Also, if he's not mistaken, he thinks Ryan puts on this cologne post-shower that's absolutely intoxicating to him. So yeah. Chase is fucked.
And, again, not in the way he wants to be, even though in his own fantasy world, he'd be the one doing the fucking, not Ryan. Although he certainly wouldn't be opposed...Fuck.
He can't afford to think about he and Ryan fucking. He just can't. He can't get his hopes up like that.
But he's not going to act like he hasn't thought about how Ryan would look under him, moaning and writhing on his cock. Or how tight Ryan would feel around his dick—surely tighter than any girl he's ever been with.
Motherfucker. Here he goes again. Ryan needs to get out of the damn shower so they can get watching another movie or show over with so he can go to fucking bed and jerk off in peace. This is getting ridiculous.
Too busy spiraling, he doesn't notice Ryan walk back into the room.
"Have you been sitting here doing nothing this whole time?" Ryan asks him, startling Chase.
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Romantizmchase has a terrible, horrible, no good, Very Gay realization about his best friend ryan. but is it as bad and unreciprocated as he thinks?
