"Can you help me get my back?'' Kristoff held out the sunscreen for Chance to grease him up.
"No funny business.'' Chance took it from him.
"When have I ever tried anything?'' Kristoff tried to play dumb.
"You are not cute.'' Chance whispered in his ears, causing him to shiver and lean into him.
Chance pushed him away. ''That's exactly what I am talking about.''
"Sorry, but you smell nice.''
''It's the Tom F-. Listen, can you stop with all this? I told you plenty of times that I'm not interested in men and especially not when that man is you.'' Chance pushed him again.
"Chance, as much as I would love to kill my feelings for you, I can't.''
"You don't have feelings for me Kristoff, and I suggest that whatever is going on in that thick head of yours, you let it go.''
"It's not so easy.''
"Are you two coming or not?'' Crystal asked, cutting off whatever Chance had to say.
Chance cut his eyes
"We never speak of this.'' Kristoff said, on their drive back to their hotel."What? That you didn't know what couch is, how can you not know though?''"I just always thought it was a fancy name for a fish.''Chance let out a laugh. ''And what about caviar? Do you know what that is?''Kristoff paused. "of course. Fish eggs.''"You had to think about it.''"I'm driving Chance.''Chance scoffed, then tickled Kristoff, causing him to swerve."Don't do that. I'm driving.'' Kristoff straighten in his seat.
3 years, and 4 months. That was how long Kristoff hadn't seen or heard from Chance. It was as if he had vanished completely from the face of the earth. He spent days thinking nothing of Chance, trying to find him or contact him.While Chance's mind would drift to Kristoff only once in a while, which he hated, hated what Kristoff had done to him. He tried his hardest to forget, forget the kiss, the sensation, the pleasure.But Kristoff refused to let that night go. He wanted more, more of Chance and for their relationship to take off.'Where are you?' Kristoff would wonder, searching collage after collage. Campus, after campus, to find Chance.Their separation had gone on long enough. It was as if his other half was missing, or a part
"Don't tell me I have to chase after you again?'' Chance glanced back at his former friend, wondering how he found him and why he even came after him. "Chance, can you please just give me a chance.'' Kristoff yelled then laughed. "No, but seriously,. can you please forgive me? I know that I have violated you and I'm sorry, I miss our friendship and you.'' "No, you miss always trying to fu*ck me, now get lost.'' "No, my friend. We have lost each other for far too long.'' Chance paused at another cross sign, giving Kristoff enough opportunity to catch up. Where he rested one hand on Chance's shoulder and the other on his hip. Chance shrugged him off. ''Why are you here?'' "For you, Chance, don't you miss me?'' "I miss not seeing your face and having your annoyance around.'' "You're just saying that.'' "Jesus, can you just leave me alone. Haven't you had enough already? You have the entire world in your han
Chance lay in his bed thinking back to seeing Kristoff for the first time in so long. He didn't know how to react. First, he was taken aback by his killer good looks. He knew that handsome men were in Colombia, but Kristoff's beauty was incomparable. He hated that Kristoff had an effect on him, and all those years, he thought he got him out of his head. But no, just that first glimpse of Kristoff brought back those feelings he tried his hardest to hide. He didn't know if it was the playfulness in his eyes, that damn smirk he always wore when he knew he was right, or just him, everything about him. Change sighed, then rolled to his side. He just couldn't help but think of Kristoff. The arrogant prick had got way under his skin, wormed his way into his heart and consumed his mind. Almost taking over his life, for the first few months Kristoff was all he could think of and every day for that time, to almost a year, he was all he saw. 'Could I really be with a ma
"Can we go again? I think I faintly heard you asking for more. I could be wrong, but I'm never wrong." Kristoff gave a lopsided grin. "You fucking asshole, you just forced me into doing something I didn't want to. Isn't that enough?" "Now, now my dare, Chance, I didn't force you. You gave yourself to me, you want me, so stop hiding it." "Leave!" "No, I have nowhere to go." "Fine, stay, but the bed is yours." "Where will you sleep?" "On the street, I'm used to it." Chance declared, pulling his shirt down and searched for his shoes.
The last thing Chance remembered was telling Kristoff to get off him, before he felt himself growing dizzy as he fell into sleep.Instantly dreaming about the day his mother allowed her pimp to abuse him and set his pit bull on him after.He was out doing things for Dwayne, things he hated doing.Dwayne would always send him on drug exchange for money from people that owed him. And to rob the convenient store so that Dwayne could eat.Chance would get beat up each time, go back to the almost fallen apart house with no money or food, and get beat up again.He hated his mother, always blaming her for the life he lived.He was seen as
Chance woke to something caressing his face. At first he moaned and mumbled, then swat at what it was. He opened his eyes to see Kristoff smiling face. There was shock, hatred, and annoyance flashing across his face all at once."You sick fuck." Chance gritted out, punching Kristoff in the chest so hard that he almost fell off the bed.Kristoff made a huff sound, rubbing at the spot. "Well, good morning to you too, sweetheart. By the way, what were you dreaming about? Who died?"A horrified look flashed across Chance's face, which quickly turned to anger."Never call me that! And mind your own damn business!" Another punch landed in Kristoff's face, drawing blood.Chance climbed on top of Kristoff, wrapping his hand around his neck, squeezing with all his might. But that seem to only turn Kristoff on as he was grinning up at him, with a glint in his eyes."Ready for round two, I see." Kristoff rocked his hips, grinding his already stif
Chance walked round, confused as ever and ignoring the hungry pangs he was feeling. He hadn't had breakfast as yet and going to a whorehouse so early in the morning wasn't such a good idea. Chance stuffed his hands in his pocket, walking around in a daze until he found himself at the beach. He sucked in a breath, tasting the salty air which immediately take him back to his journey from Detroit to New Hampshire. (It wasn't an easy one, with police on the lookout for a crazy killer boy. Which they almost caught him, simply because he had foolishly broken into a house looking for a hot meal and a safe place to rest his head. But was he wrong, instead the old couple attacked him then called the police. From there, Chance ran. Hitching rides and walking until he came to Buffalo, where he was placed in an orphanage and was transported to New York. There, he spent most of his teenage life, bouncing from foster home to foster h
A naked Chance looked down at the beach below the balcony to the room he and Kristoff were staying in. As they honeymooned in Sardina, Italy. He watched Kristoff as he walked up the shore, with his surfboard in hand, flipping his hair out of his eyes. Chance stayed like that as he took a deep breath, drinking in the salty sea air and staring out of the beautiful clear water. "Missed me? Sexy." Kristoff said, slapping Chance on the bare ass. Chance turned to him, "maybe." Kristoff kissed Chance’s chest, then wrapped his hands around him "I sure wish you would come surfing with me, but you can't swim." Kristoff teased. "Have you ever seen a fish walking on land?" Kristoff laughed, "no but I'm sure if they could grow legs, they wouldn't leave the surface." "I'm sure there would be one who wouldn't want to venture." Kristoff rolled his eyes, "so what are you going to do today?" "Let me show you." Cha
"I feel so nervous." Kristoff said, while he put on his white jacket. "I know man, this must be tough. Last day of being a free man. I don't think I could do it." Duncan said. "Can you shut up for once? This is a special day for Kristoff and Chance. There is no need to talk shit." Justin snapped at him, pushing up his glasses. "No need to get your panties in a twist, I'm just saying." "Well, say less!" Justin snapped again. There was a knock on the door, then Chance's voice came. "Kristoff, can I talk to you for a minute?" "Chance, don't you know it is bad luck to see the bride, rather groom, before the wedding?" Duncan asked, while struggling to do his cuffs. "Can you shut up!" Justin yelled. He was getting annoyed with Duncan's nonsense, trying to freak them out before the big moment. Kristoff stepped out of the room. “Yeah. What is-" Kristoff stopped what he was about to ask, to smile at Chance. "You look ama
Just as Kristoff rolled over, ready to enjoy the warmth of Chance, the alarm went off.Kristoff groaned, kicking his legs in frustration."How come on, can we get a little lay in?""We can relax all we want after the wedding and when we are on our honeymoon." Chance mumbled."You're right, but I miss our little cuddles where people call our phones and yell at us for being late. But can't do anything about it because we are their bosses."Chance chuckled, pulling him close to him. "I miss it too, but we have a wedding to plan.""I know and I can't wait to get my last name changed."After the two finally got out of bed, they head to Loey's planning services. Where Loey was waiting to take them cake tasting, because she was right. Neither of them like the cakes Chance suggested."Good, you two are on time. So, I know that you both are excited about your wedding but, I have some sad news. Someone has booked the garden."
"Kris, over here!" Chance called out, waving for his fiancé to come over. They exchanged a kiss when Kristoff got over to him. "What took you so long?" Chance asked. "Meeting after meeting, and lunch rush hour." Kristoff rolled his eyes, taking his coat off, and throwing it on the back of a chair. "Don't let him bully you. The wedding planner isn't even here yet. She is having car trouble." Aurora told Kristoff, skipping through the catalog of a fashion magazine. Kristoff flopped down in the chair, pouring himself some champagne then kicked his leg up on the small stool before him. "How can a wedding planner be late? Shouldn't she be the first one here? Or at least, have someone here to help her out?" Kristoff asked, taking a sip from his drink. "I was wondering the same thing, we have been waiting for a while now." Chance said, as he sat around a decorated table, scrolling through his phone. "What are you looking at?"
"Is everything all set?" Chance asked, looking himself over in the mirror, while fixing his tie, even though nothing was wrong with it. "Yes, everything was ready to go since this morning, and was only waiting for the guests to arrive." Aurora said, smiling brightly. "Why do I feel so nervous?" Chance asked, shaking his hands to get rid of the weak feeling they had. "I don't know, I feel happy. I can't wait for you to announce the wedding date." Aurora clapped, fixing her brother's hair so that it was no longer in his eyes. "Thanks." Aurora hugged him, "I so happy for you, but come. Let's go. I'm sure Kristoff and everyone else are waiting for you. This is a big deal after all." When Chance got to the top of the stairs, he saw Kristoff looking dashing in a well tailored white suit waiting for him. "Good luck." Aurora winked at Kristoff, then gave Kristoff a small hug as she passed him to go down the stairs. "Finally." K
"Hey there." Kristoff went up behind Chance, carrying a brown bag and two cups of coffee."Hey." Chance smiled at him, taking one of the coffee."How are things going?""With all the interviews, it's boring and I haven't found the suitable candidates to help me run this place or even carry out a simple field research. I'm starting to think that all these people only came just because they it’s me.""Don't worry, the right people will come your way soon enough.""Still haven't heard from your sister?""No, after a week and with the company depleting more and more, I would think she would have sold the company, but she is trying to be a hard ball. I give her another week.""I need help to carry out all these interviews, its getting annoying and working my head in." Chance said, before taking a bite out of his sandwich."I think I know what can help." Kristoff told him, then left to lock the doors.When he entered the
"Chance, you are not going to like this." Kristoff said, as he scrolled through his Instagram page."Like what?" Chance asked, as he backed out of the driveway.Kristoff held up his phone for Chance to see when he stalled the car."The secret son of Donavon Spence." Chance read the headlines aloud. Then looked at Kristoff."What?" Kristoff asked."This has Tamara written all over it, but maybe if you didn't tell her.""Everyone would have known, eventually."Chance took the phone, reading the article for Kristoff to hear.'It seems as if Chance, the boyfriend to Kristoff Pantovic, is living a fairy-tale life. Going from nothing but a street kid to Kristoff's soon to be husband, now it's alleged that he is the son of Donavon Spence, business tycoon.''What's next is for this twenty-plus years old, living a Cinderella life?'"Fairy-tale? Cinderella?" Chance scoffed."Seems as if we both had people in our live
Kristoff rolled to his back, now becoming awake. He looked at the time to see that I was only four-fifteen in the morning.He then rolled to his side to look at Chance, who was sleeping peacefully. He touched his face, then ran his hand down to his chest before forcing him to his back.Chance groaned in his sleep as he felt something on his hips. His groans soon turned to moans in his half awake sleep as he felt something wet and warm sucking on him.Chance's toes curled as it moved to his balls, then back to his cock."Damn." The sucking caused him to jerk fully from his sleep, trying to push the person away."Will you stop and enjoy?" Kristoff grumbled."Kris?" Chance said in a husky voice."Who else were you expecting, the tooth fairy?" Kristoff pushed his hand away to go back to his task of pleasing Chance.Chance opened his legs wider, giving Kristoff a better access.When Kristoff circled his tongue around the tip
"How do I look?" Kristoff asked, as he turned this way and that, looking at himself in the mirror."Like you always do, handsome." Chance went up behind him and enfold him into a hug."I'm so nervous about this dinner." Kristoff said, turning around to face Chance."Why?""Because Mr Spence is my business partner. What if I fuck this up?""Well, tonight you are my boyfriend and a friend of the family. So relax." Chance told him, while fixing his gold studded cuff links."Thanks." Kristoff kissed him."Good, now. Let's go so we aren't late."When Chance got in the car, after debating about how should drive. Kristoff stared at him from the passenger's side."There is something you should know. I have a son and a wife."It was a good thing Chance hadn’t started driving, because he knew he would crash.“My son came about after college. I had a fling with the dean's daughter and I married my wife onl