Gay Chicken

4.

-warning⚠️ not edited. but it will be soon

The hands on the clock that rested on the wall above the whiteboard seemed to click louder than normal. Alex constantly flicked his wrist toward him to check the time on his apple watch. He calculated a total of three hours passed before his watch changed from 10:30 to 10:31.

With a sigh, Alex decide the best way to past time was to plan his swift escape. Since Chris was closer to the door, he planned to whoosh past the boy and make his way out. A Barry Allen type of deal. Alex checked his watch once more. There was five minutes left of class so he decided to pack. It's almost time to execute the plan.

"See you guys on Mon-"

Before the instructor could finish his sentence, the whooshing began. Alex swiftly threw his backpack over his shoulder and booked it to the door. His legs has never moved that fast in his life. He managed to make his way down the hall and the stairs. It soon dawned on him that Chris has to come this way too. Duh. It's the exit.

Alex realized his lack of physical skill is backfiring. His legs are getting tired causing him to slower his movements without realizing.

"Ayoooo! Alex from the party!"

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuck.

Alex froze, contemplating whether he should take off in a sprint or walk away  causally like he didn't hear anything. A hand on his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts.

"You are Alex, right?" Chris leaned back to look at Alex with a quirked eyebrow.

Alex could say he doesn't do parties to get the boy off his case which, technically, isn't a lie. That sounds like a good plan.

"Yeah," Alex manages to push out and awkward laugh, "I guess." What happened to the plan?

Alex put a hand behind his head and shrugged. "You're Chris, right?" Of course it's him. Alex remembered those plump lips and gorgeous eyes. Chris's playful manners are damn near contagious and Alex couldn't get enough of it. It makes him feel all giddy inside like a toddler on Christmas morning.

"Which dorm you headed to?" Chris inquired. The hand that was previously on Alex's shoulder smoothly snakes around his neck, "I'm going to visit a friend so it might be on the way."

"I- oh um Beta 3." Alex tries to ignore the arm and act as any hetero would in this situation. Calm, cool and collected.

Chris then informed Alex that he too was headed in the Beta direction. A friend of his was staying in Beta 1. That's just great. Alex was hoping that maybe just maybe Chris's friend lived in the Elm dorms that resided in the opposite direction.

Chris doesn't let go of Alex as they walk toward the dorms while having a mild conversation about why Chris switched his Chem class which then evolved into how much Chris loves lacrosse and wouldn't trade it for the world. Instead of it being around his neck, Chris arm makes his way around Alex's waist and Alex tries not to panic. He feels hot and bothered even though it's a good 62 degrees outside.

A/N:
(in Fahrenheit but about 17 degrees Celsius)

The conversation switched from Lacrosse to the party as they approached Alex's dorm.

"You know, you gave me a pretty good run for my money last night." Chris caught his bottom lip between his teeth while his eyes scanned over Alex since he was now standing directly in front of the male.

"It was the alcohol taking over,"Alex shook his head, "I would've acted differently without it."

Chris scoffed, "Says the one who only sipped on a beer." Alex froze and his eyes grew wide. His cover had been blown and he could've figure out how to cover it up.

Alex was standing in front of his door since his dorm was made like those motels randomly seen in towns. His words began to trip over each other as Chris stepped close to him.

Chris leaned into Alex closing the space between their bodies. Their lips were mere centimeters away from each other since they were about the same height. Chris being only a tiny bit shorter.

"Just so you know," Chris licked his lips, eyes never leaving Alex's, "the game's not over yet."
Alex's breathing grew heavier, forgetting the world around him. He shivered as Chris's cool hand found its way under his shirt brushing against abs before roughly grabbing Alex's waist and pulling him impossibly close to whisper in his ear. That must be his thing.

"The party won't stop til you make it stop." Chris punctuated his statement with a kiss on the shell of Alex's ear.

He quickly pulled away like he didn't just commit three different acts of homosexuality.

"See you around, Curly."
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sorry for the wait. 😞 i'm tryna get back in my writing mindset.