You're a Regular Decorated Emergency [CHASE]

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] of the time - if he had classes or meetings.

Before he could stop himself, Brent was outside Chase's door. After a moments' hesitation, he knocked before calling out nervously; "Ch-Chase? Can I come in?"[/color][/font][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase was sitting at his desk in his office, not really doing anything. He had essays in front of him on the desk, but he wasn't in the mood to grade them, honestly. He'd do them later. Right now he had his feet up on his desk and his hand wrapped around a can of beer. Chase never drank unless he was out with his friends partying. He was never one to just drink. But he couldn't stop himself, he had to. He had to make himself forget about Brent for the night.

Just as his mind thought that, a knock sounded on his door and he heard Brent's voice call from outside. He rolled his eyes in his drunken state, but called back to him none-the-less. "Sure." He said as Chase quickly finished off his can and grabbed another one from the 24 pack that was next to him.

Chase didn't like getting drunk, it reminded him of his childhood and his father. He didn't say anything about it when he was out with friends since it was different than what his father did. He just drank to drink. Like Chase was doing right now, sort of.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase watched Brent walk in with a pained look on his face. Brent... wasn't drunk? Chase was? This... didn't make sense. Not at all. And it wasn't because Chases brain was.moving far slower that normally right now. He just couldn't believe it. "What's the point... not like it matters anymore." Chase mumbled.

His eyes focused on the man he was in love with. The man that had broke his heart. Chase took another long drink of his beer and put it down on the table before getting up and walking over to Brent. Stumbling along the way. He had to have gone through at least half of the 24 pack. Maybe more.

"Whudd are you doin here." Chase slurred with a glare toward Brent, who was now right in front of him. "Shuddnt you be like... snogging a student." Chase said, which he probably shouldn't have. He didn't want to fight with Brent, but his drunken mind wasn't thinking properly. It wasn't his fault.

"Where's my beer." Chase thought out loud before snapping his head around to look, almost falling over in the process.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase obey'd what Brent had told him and followed the shove toward the chair, sitting down with a pout. That pout changed into a scream of "Hey!" When Brent took his beer and threw it out the window. "Why did you throw that out the window! I was drinking that!" Chase said with a glare towards Brent. "Since when do you throw beer!" Chase asked him. Brent always drank it, he didn't throw it away. This wasn't normal.

Chase looked at Brent then. He looked... tired. "You haven't been sleeping, have you?" Chase asked before narrowing his eyes toward him. He may be completely smashed, but he would still be able to read Brent better than he could read himself. The beer was working, in Chase's mind. His brain wasn't going over the incident in his mind right now. It was almost like it never happened. Except it did.

"Whudd are you doin here, Brent..." Chase asked again, since he never got an answer the last time.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] beer I'll ever been throwing out will be yours."

Chase drinking like this just really wasn't right. It made Brent feel sick inside. Maybe this is how Chase felt whenever Brent got smashed? Probably. And that was what made feel even more terrible. His lack of consideration really wasn't something he was proud of.

He shrugged his shoulders a little in reply to Chase. He knew he lied Chase wouldn't believe him and if he told the truth Chase wouldn't be happy with him. Not that he was in the first place.

"We need to talk." he finally answered in a quiet but firm voice.[/color][/font][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase pouted toward Brent. That wasn't fair at all. "Why can't I drink. You drink!" It really wasn't fair if you looked at it from Chase's perspective. Wasn't fair at all. All he wanted was to be able to drink away his problems. What was so wrong about that, he was a grown man.

Chase rolled his eyes toward Brent when he just shrugged his shoulders. That meant he hadn't been sleeping. Go figure. Chase wasn't going to feel bad about it, or try not to at least, he had brought this on himself.

"Yeah. Whatever. Talk." Chase mumbled, looking toward the door instead of looking at Brent. His drunken mind could only keep the truth out of Chase's thoughts for so long. Apparently that didn't mean right now. Not when Brent wanted to 'talk'. He was still mad at Brent, obviously, for kissing that dude. He knew he needed to talk to Brent, Alex had told him he did. That didn't mean he was excited for this talk.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] like this. Like Chase's father and Brent did. It really pained him to see it, there was no way on earth he was letting Chase go down that route.

Brent grabbed a seat next to Chase but kept his distance, looking down at the floor and biting his lip as he searched for the right way to word everything. "I was helping Maxwell with his homework and... and then he just... he just kisses me. Then he starts panicking and I was so shocked and confused I had this stupid impulse and ended up kissing him again. And it meant nothing. It's never happened before, would never happen again. Not with him, not with anyone but you. I don't know what the hell I was thinking, Chase..."

He trailed off, looking up at Chase again, not knowing if his drunken state would work to his advantage or disadvantage.[/color][/font][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase didn't like the fact that Brent kept shooting him glares, he may be drunk, but he had no right to do that right now. Chase was the one that should be mad at Brent. Not the oother way around. So what if Chase got smashed. He was a grown adult and could do that.

He listened carefully to what Bret said. So Andrew had kissed him first, but they somehow kissed again? So that meant Brent kissed him back after they had pulled away the first ttime. It wasn't what Chase wantes to hear, but it wasn't the worst senerio.

"Y-you hurt me, Boo." Chase mumbled, closing his eyes as he looked away because the tears were coming again. He used Brents nickname without thinking. It was habit.

Chase opened his eyes carefully, just in time to see his all white kitty jump up on his desk and start purring while looking at Chase. He brought his hand up to scratch his ear. Brent didn't know Chase had.gone out and bought a cat in his depressed state. This should be fun.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

"You're right. I would never do it to you." Chase said simply. He wouldn't. The only person he ever thought about being with was Brent. He didn't want anyone else. He had told Reid and Alex both that he would go back to Brent in the end. He had suffered enough... Right? Chase sure had. "Because I love you more than any one in this world." More than himself, ever.

Chase knew Brent didn't like cats, or animals in general, but he didn't have to just leave. "Charlie won't hurt you." Chase told him, hoping that he wouldn't catch the fact that his cat was named after Brent's guitar. Although he wasn't sure why.

Getting up, Chase could feel his system starting to sober up at such a serious conversation. He walked over to Brent. Looking at him dead in the eyes. "I know everything about you. I knew it before we tried us again. I know that sometimes you don't think things through. And I know you didn't mean to kiss him." Chase told him honestly.

"I also know you know me probably the best in this world. And if you do. You should know that no matter what happens, I will never stop loving you. I will always forgive you. I will always be there for you. Because You. Are. My. World, Brent McKinney." Chase told him, tears falling down his face. Maybe Chase was just too much of a softie, but he always had been when it came to Brent. He brought his hand,and rested it on Brent's waist, grabbing his shirt like he never wanted to let go. And he didn't.

[/i] glad that he had Chase back... but he was dreading whatever Alex and Reid were going to say to him. It obviously wasn't going to be good, and Brent wasn't going to blame them for being angry.

"Charlie?" Brent asked with a sniff as the sobbing subsided, "Did you purposely name your cat after my guitar?"[/color][/font][/ul]

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

Chase wrapped his arms around Brent tightly. Not wanting to ever let go, and he didn't plan on it anytime soon. That was for sure. "I love you too, Boo." he whispered into his ear, holding on tight.

Chuckling slightly at Brent's comment about his guitar, Chase brought one of his hands up to Brent's hair. Running his fingers through them gently. "I might have been afraid I would die alone. So I went out to get a cat like Alex. But since I wanted you, I named him something that would remind me of you. I know you don't like cats... And if you really don't like it, I could see if Alex wants another one." Chase mumbled into Brent. He didn't want to make Brent mad or anything.

"Oh...and uh. Thanks for throwing my beer out the window." Chase really hadn't thought the whole drinking thing through. But he was glad Brent threw it out the window. He didn't want to turn into his dad.

[/i] did most of the time.

Dozily, Brent nuzzled his face into Chase's neck as he felt his boyfriend's fingers running through his hair. If anyone else dared to touch his hair he probably would've slapped them hard. Not Chase, he was the only one susceptible to avoiding being on the receiving end of one of Brent's slaps. Which was a very good thing indeed.

He couldn't help but laugh at Chase thinking he was going to die alone... "I'll make sure you don't die alone, honey." he chuckled. "You keep it if you want it, just make sure it stays away from me and my stuff."

"Yeah, no problem. I'm hoping some idiot won't end up finding it now." he mumbled.[/color][/font][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Brent was just too cute. The way he was nuzzling into Chases neck the way he was made Chases heart beat faster. He knew right then that he made the right choice by taking Brent back. He didn't care what Alex and Reid told him to do. He wanted Brent, and he knew Brent wanted him. That was all that mattered.

"Ya know..." Chase started with a smirk on his face. "My cat is named Charlie, and you like, no love, your guitar Charlie. So mayyybe you could come to like my cat Charlie. He's really loveable, and nice, and he doesn't have claws." Chsse added the claws part in because then Brent would know hr couldn't hurt him. Chase was forever trying to find an animal Brent liked.

"I dont think the beer would last the fall. We are in the towers of Hogwarts." Chase told him with a laugh. He was sure the beer would have exploded on impact.

Then Chase couldn't wait any longer. "You know. I'm pretty sure you could help my lips not be alone for any longer." Chsse would have winked if Brent would be able to see it.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] animal Brent actually adored, he wouldn't be able to get because of his job.

A wry grin spread across Brent's features. "Good point... let's hope Theoreux or Blackwood were there..."
Brent was picturing the beer exploding once it made impact with the ground then drenching the other heads of houses. He doubted it would actually happen but, still, he could hope.

"Oh, really?" he smirked in reply before planting a trail of agonisingly slow, wet kisses up the side of Chase's neck. Brent then moved so his lips were hovering right over his and his could feel and smell Chase's breath on them. Brent really couldn't stand it any longer and decided to stop teasing Chase and let his eyes shut slowly as their lips met for the first time in what felt like years to him.[/color][/font][/ul]