Tommy saying exactly what he thought, consequences be damned.
Back then, everyone had called Chase the easy one. The good kid. The reliable one.
Perfect.
He almost laughed at that now.
Perfect had never felt effortless.
Perfect meant schedules. Expectations. Performing well enough that no one asked questions. It meant becoming whatever version of himself made other people comfortable.
Tommy had never done that.
Tommy moved through the world like rules were suggestions instead of requirements, messy, honest, unapologetically himself.
Chase had admired that long before he understood why.
He didn’t want to win Tommy. He wanted to stand where he was standing and not be pushed out of it.
Being around Tommy always made things feel simpler. Like life didn’t have to be negotiated so carefully. Like maybe you could just… want something and reach for it.
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
Tonight, for a few brief moments, it had felt like that again.
Uncomplicated.
Real.
He pulled into the nearly empty parking lot of his gym, neon lights glowing against the dark windows. The familiar sight grounded him immediately, routine, control, something he understood.
He killed the engine but didn’t get out right away.
Tommy’s voice echoed in his head.
Chase is perfect.
Chase shook his head softly.
Tommy had never understood.
Or maybe Chase had just never let anyone see enough of him to know better.
He exhaled slowly, tension still humming under his skin. unfinished energy with nowhere to settle.
And did he cum hands free.Chase knew gay men loved his body, loved his cock, but most guy say they want it, think they want to try it:
It’s to big.
It hurts.
Or they try to suffer through the pain. And Chase never liked fucking someone who couldn’t wait for it to be over.
Tonight what he saw was none of that. He was connected to someone who was overwhelmed by pleasure.
Chase definitely needed a cold shower first.
Then lifting until his thoughts finally quieted.
