o. FUTURE NOSTALGIA ❝ I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT. MY NAMES ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE.❞
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˙ ˖ ✩ ━━━ chet.
𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨. ▍icylangdon on tumblr.
( this was iconic. )
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𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞. ▍you sneak out to meet chet in the showers while the other counselors are asleep.
you had almost wished he had a small dick, something to prove all hyper-masculinity was compensating for something, but of-course that'd be too predictable.
if you were being honest with yourself, his dick wasn't small at all. if you were being honest with yourself, his dick was probably the biggest you'd ever seen in person. you almost scoff when he pulls off his towel in front of you, his pelvis dotted with crystalline droplets from the shower that you'd snuck off to meet him at.
his hair hangs dark and wet down his forehead as he tilts his head down to get a good look at your face, surveying you.
"so i guess it's not true, then." you mutter under your breath, taking his thick erection into your hand and experimentally moving your fist up and down it.
his jaw clenches. god damn, this dude is sensitive, you think. "what's not true?"
"that steroids make your dick stop working."
"the fuck did you just say?" chet reaches down to where you're knelt in front of him, gripping your hair with calloused fingers and tugging your head back to look at him.
"nothing." you swallow.
his lips pull taut into a thin line, letting out a ragged breath before pulling you forward by the root of your hair. "so are you gonna suck my dick or not?"
you roll your eyes. you feel like an idiot, agreeing to meet and hook up with such a complete and utter tool, but could you really be blamed? he was fucking hot. plus, he'd been in the olympics, which made him kind of a celebrity, right?
who turns down dick from a celebrity?
god you're pathetic, trying to justify this to yourself.
you don't respond to his question, instead licking a dainty stripe up the side of his length, following a protruding purple vein that travels all the way to the tip.
chet sputters before composing himself, threading his fingers through your hair and easing your head all the way down. "s'what I thought."
