Greyson's Obsession

Chapter 7

Hey guys, forgive me if Greyson is talking way too much. He has a lot to talk about right now so he's basically ranting.

The good thing is you're getting to know him as a character and person overall. Don't judge him. He's broken and needs to be fixed. He's really convinced Riley will do the trick. Hehe!!! 😁😋🤭😉😎🤫

Again sorry for the long rant by Greyson. Riley will talk soon after all of this. In the meantime, what do you expect Riley to say? What is he supposed to say? Tell me what you think.

Matt.

Greyson

"Okay." Chase replied nomchalantly. He sat up from hunching over with clasped hands like me. His back was erect like a straight line drawn out. "Tell me about him."

Chase was intrigued otherwise he wouldn't grill me.

"He's a twink, not exactly." I began rattling details. "He has a tiny, graceful body I want to hold against me."

"Hmmm.." Chase studied me, my words and my tone. He noted everything he observed and shared with me. "Sounds like you're taken with him."

Chase stated the obvious. He was lucky I didn't go into full-on smut mode. He knew I would go there.

I didn't have to answer. Chase knew what to expect and fired my plane out of the sky.

"Look. Don't give me the gore about how you wanna turn him out."

I rolled my eyes. "So much for honesty."
I was sarcastic when the words spewed out of my mouth without a filter.

"Fuck you," he spat.

"You know I would," I replied just as smartly.
For good measure, I gave him a once-over with non-visibly hungry eyes.

Chased looked the same way at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling. He was like a maze I couldn't go through seamlessly without getting lost.

"Seriously Man," Chase demanded.

"Fine. I like him."

"I know." He smiled knowingly.

I groaned, a hand covering half my face. I mirrored my distress inside on the outside.

"I swear you're like an oracle or something."

"Just call it good perception and perspective."

I snorted. "It's like you can read minds."

"Too bad." He chimed. "You wouldn't want me to."

"Good." I teased with a straight face. "Let's keep it that way.

"Let's blow this popstand."

I smirked, finding it interesting he wanted to leave where he was used to. He devoted his own life to fitness. I had to part time because I have a subsantive post.

"Can't." I was nonchalant. "Got work."

"Dude. You always gotta go to work."