Thoughts That Rain In Sheets - Chase -

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

"Righ' boy, this is as far as I can ta'e yeh." Said the round cab driver from his snug, warm seat in the front of the black taxi. Alex knew there was no point arguing with him any further. He had explained at the beginning of the ride that he only carried so much (muggle) money on him and the man had actually taken pity on him and had driven five more miles free of charge. But the charity didn't last. He got a call on the radio requesting that he went to pick up a couple Merlin-knows-where. So he had promptly pulled up on the country road and it was time for Alex to walk the rest of the journey.

"Okay..." Alex said in a meek voice, feeling rather small as he watched the bitter rain cascade down in sheets on the fogged windows to the cab. He was going to have to walk in this. "How... How far is it now?" He asked, partially dreading the answer as his fingers wound around the handle to the door. The chubby, red-cheeked man pressed a button on the GPS.

"Yeh go' abou'... twen'y-five minutes, boy." Twenty-five? Walking in this? Alex swallowed dryly, knowing soon he'd be soaked to the bone, and emptied the his wallet of muggle money and passed it to the driver. He met the man's apologetic look. Alex just looked at his shoes with a miserable air. This wasn't going to be fun. He was now questioning himself whether it would of been a better idea to of tried his chances going home. At least there he'd have his dry clothes, warm bed, cuddly cat and a nice, hot cup of cocoa. But then... he'd probably have Jackie. Alex was heeding Robb's warning seriously. That man was bound to be craving Alex's blood after tonight.

Alex watched with doleful eyes as the backlights to the cab disappeared into the night, leaving him alone with nothing but the constant patter of rain to accompany him. That and a paranoia that began to grip his stomach in knots. Jackie was going to be looking for him. And here he was, alone and wandless on a seldom transited road. There was no comforting glow of street lights nor was there the security a crowd gave. Alex was scared senseless. The dark and he weren't friends. Monsters lived in the dark, so he had forever told himself.

Within minutes, the cold felt like it had seeped into his very bones, aided by a harsh breeze that whipped at his drenched clothes. Not even for a second did it pass through his mind the possibility that he wouldn't find Chase at home. Alex was pinning all his hopes that he was going to be there. There was no room to consider that the house was going to be empty. It couldn't be empty. It wasn't going to be empty. He repeated this last sentence like a drum in his head as his feet pounded the beaten track road.

A short while after, Alex's lungs were burning from exertion and cold and his legs were screaming for rest. Blissful rest. But he denied them such luxury. Jackie was after him. Alex was sure of it. His panic had been stealthily growing the closer he grew to his target destination. Any rustle of foliage or crack of twigs, sent him bolting ahead faster, dragging his legs and ignoring how they felt like lead. Jackie was after him. He couldn't stop. The man could apparate at any second. Maybe... he was taunting Alex. Yes... that was it. He was lieing in wait for him to draw close enough to Chase's house, so close that he'd be able to imagine the comforting warmth a homely house radiated. Then he'd appear. And he'd take Alex away. And all this would be for naught.

"No... not this time." Alex wheezed, wiping rain that was stinging his eyes with the back of his hand. It was useless. Everything about him was wet. His shirt was glued to his body and his hair had lost its natural bounce, falling limp and plastering itself against his forehead. Alex's shoes were soaking and his toes were feeling oddly numb. And everything... everything felt cold.

By the time Alex saw the telltale signs of life, he almost collapsed right there and then from relief. Thoughts of Jackie were plaguing him and he felt like he was going crazy. Paranoia was eating away at him bit by painful bit and right then it was the only thing he felt besides the bitter night chill; a sickening unease in his gut and cold was all Alex felt. He prayed to the Santa María Virgen that Chase would be home. He fucking needed him to be home.

The young, spooked, man pushed through the bushes lining Chase's land and scared a couple of flying things from their slumber. But it scared Alex more. A frightened cry gurgled in his throat and his arms snapped up to protect himself from what he predicted to be an assault from Jackie. His eyes were clenched shut, bracing himself for a dark hex. But no such thing came. Just a muddy, slippery hill that sent a squeaking Alex tumbling.

"Mierdaaa!!" Alex gasped, his exhausted legs giving way beneath him and leaving his tired body to the mercy of gravity and a grass-slicked knoll. Dazed, Alex heaved himself up to a stand, struggling with his footing due to the water-logged earth. He looked a state. Soaked to the very bone and splattered with mud, spooked out of his wits. But with a steel determination that Jackie wouldn't get him. Swallowing, he made the last dash up to Chase's front door.

"Chase..." Alex croaked against the oak of the door, his cheek pressed right up against it. With his hand he knocked weakly - the rappings were light yet constant, there was a certain urgency to them. "Its me... Jay. Open the door... please." Blinking away a mix of fresh and salted water, he glanced around the porch. He felt bad. Odd. Out of place. As if he didn't belong here. This was a grand place that radiated splendour and Alex... was just a small, shivering man on the run from what he supposed would be a painful end.


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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase was numb. One hundred percent numb. He had been curled up on the living room couch for god knows how long now. Brent was gone. Doing something. He didn't know what, nor did he care at the moment. All he cared about was feeling sorry for him. Brent cheated. Again. Chase knew it was only a matter of time before Aiden broke through Brent and got him to do something, Chase just wished he had been wrong.

When he first found out, he wasn't mad. The tears started falling immediately and then he started to get pissed off. Soon him and Brent were fighting. Full out fighting. Chase hated that feeling. The feeling of fighting with the one person he loved the most in the world. He wanted to have Brent back here. He wanted to figure out a way to fix whatever happened between the two of them. No... he knew what happened. Brent had broke his heart. Again.

Chase had considered running to Alex for help, but he knew that Alex was going to get mad at Brent again and tell Chase he shouldn't be with him anymore. Chase couldn't do that. They were getting married in less than a month and Chase was going to see Brent walk down the aisle with that loving look on his face. Chase knew Brent loved him, he just had a strange knack for fucking things up a lot.

The remote to the muggle TV was in Chase's hand. He had been mindlessly flipping through the channels on it. He had gone through them all probably well over 50 times. He had been doing this for almost 2 hours now. He didn't have the energy to do anything else. He considered trying to make himself feel better by taking a long bath in their master bathroom, but Chase didn't want to look at his room. Not the one he shared with Brent.

They hadn't even lived in their own house for more than a week and something like this happened. Chase knew Brent was drunk, but should he really take that as an excuse. What if Brent acted on some kind of hidden feelings and that was why he did whatever with Aiden. Aiden was cute. Chase could admit that. He was tall, handsome, and Brent had known him since they were kids in America. Chase couldn't beat that. He knew he couldn't beat that and therefore it made Chase feel even more horrible. Maybe he should try to tell Brent to go be happy with Aiden. Chase would just live alone with Charlie the rest of his pathetic life. Yeah, that sounded good if he couldn't be with Brent.

Chase jumped slightly when he heard his name being called out followed by a faint knock. He wasn't going to answer it until he heard Alex's voice say it was him. Chase knew that it might be a bit awkward because of what happened at their joint Stag Night, but he was still his best friend and therefore Chase had to open the door. Right?

It took Chase a little while to process how to make his feet move and go answer the door. He wanted to get up right away and do it, but he couldn't seem to be able to function. It was like his brain was turned off and wasn't working right now. Brent had that effect on him and Chase didn't know how to stop it. Chase was in love with Brent. Chase would do anything for Brent. Chase would even fucking die for Brent if he fucking had to. Chase wanted to die. He didn't want to be alone in a world that him and Brent weren't together. He knew if they broke up now, the chances of them even being friends again were slim to none. He couldn't live with that, even if he did have Alex as a friend now.

After finally figuring out how to move, Chase got up from the couch. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He didn't remember when he had shed that, but it had been shortly after Brent had left. Brent had liked the shirt, and Chase didn't want to be in it at the moment. He still had his jeans on. They were the ones that Chase actually liked on himself. They hugged his hips and made his ass look good. He had put them on this morning for Brent. He hadn't thought of that before, because if he had he would have gotten rid of those too. He wasn't going to strip them now, though. Being shirtless was more than enough.

He opened the door to find Alex there. Soaking wet and covered in mud. "Alex... what happened. Why are you all wet and muddy?" Chase knew in the back of his mind that it was kind of a stupid question considering it was raining like crazy outside. "And what are you doing here?" Chase asked. He was still numb and the questions didn't even sound right coming out of his mouth. Yet he said them. At least he remembered how to talk. It seemed like everything was going downhill for him ever since Brent walked out that door, even if it was for the best. Chase was glad they didn't have their baby right now. He was glad that it had just been him and Brent in the house. Chase needed to somehow get through to Brent that cheating wasn't okay. He was definitely not going to end it with him. He was too in love with the man.

"Come in. I don't care if you make a mess. I can clean it up later. Get out of the cold, it can't be good for you." Chase told him as he grabbed his best friends arm and led him into his house. "I can make hot chocolate if you want me to. Or coffee. Or something hot." Chase told him as he went to the kitchen. He still was getting used to the fact that this house was so big. Chase hadn't had a small home before, but it was nowhere near this size. He hadn't let go of Alex. In the back of Chase's mind he knew there was something wrong with Alex, but his current state of mind wouldn't let him think about that.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

It was taking Chase too long to answer the door. The feeling of dread multiplied in Alex's chest, squeezing his heart painful and making him feel physically sick. He sucked in a long breath to calm himself. This was a fucking huge house. Maybe it took a while. Maybe he hadn't heard. Chase had to be here; the lights, although dim, were on. Sure his friend had money to burn but that didn't mean he'd purposely rack up a mean-looking electricity bill.

Shaking like a frost-bitten leaf, Alex's finger hovered hesitantly over the doorbell. He didn't want to make a lot of noise just in case it attracted unwanted attention. Jackie's attention. He was just incapable of getting that sick man out of his head. It even blotted out the memory that had made him avoid Chase these past few days. The blurred one of him kissing the man, hot and steamy, pressed up against the wall in a strip club. Not the most romantic of places but it certainly gave for an unforgettable, and shameful, memory.

When Chase opened the door, Alex startled some and stole a small, jerky step backwards. He then saw he wasn't the only one with reddened, bleary eyes. It was a possibility that he had just woken up his friend from his slumber, it was awfully late, but Alex didn't think about it. He just wanted the security Chase's broad arms gave. And he was going to get it.

"Chase... Chase... Chase." Alex whispered through chattering teeth, flinching only the slightest bit when a hand came out to grasp at him on his rope-burnt wrist. The young man, out of the blue, clambered onto his friend. He wrapped his icy, matchstick arms around his neck and brought his legs up to clamp them around Chase's waist, clinging onto him like a sort of animal. He didn't want to let go. Chase would keep him safe.

"I-I couldn't go home..." Alex admitted in a small mumble, tightening his hold on Chase when his friend moved towards what he guessed would be the kitchen. This place was massive... the living room alone accounted for almost all of Alex's teeny apartment flat. Some people got all the luck, inheriting money and not even having to lift a single finger for it. "I'd like... a hot chocolate."

Chase was so warm. Alex's shivering body leached what degrees he could get off it. He was getting Chase wet and muddy but Alex didn't care. He was being selfish, thinking of only himself but... right now he didn't care. Alex didn't give a flying fuck.
"I-I didn't have enough money for all the t-taxi ride... I ran. Fell. G-Got dirty." Alex spoke through purple-tinged lips, his cheeks rosy from not just the cold, but from the hands of both Jackie and his "friend-turned-traitor". "I-Its dark out. Monsters live in the dark, y-y'know?" Monsters like Jackie.






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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase faintly heard Alex say his name thrice before he basically climbed on top of Chase. He wrapped his arms around him and held him close. Chase kind of needed the comfort right now even if Alex didn't know that right now. Chase didn't think he had ever felt more alone. Staying in his empty house with no one to talk to was one of the most lonely things in the entire world.

Chase carried him to the kitchen with ease. Alex was as light as a feather. "You should have called me, Jay. I would have come got you. Or if you could have had the taxi driver come here, I could have paid him for you." Chase told him as he walked over to the kitchen cabinet and grabbed two coffee mugs. Still carrying Alex, he turned the hot water on and filled the cups. He found the hot chocolate powder in the cupboards. He dumped them in both cups and put them in the microwave. He could have made them instantly with his wand, but he didn't feel like it at the moment.

Chase felt dead on the inside right now. His thoughts were proper and his face wasn't right. He was depressed beyond measure and that was about all there was to it. "I can get you some new clothes if you want. I'm sure Brent has something in his dresser that will fit you. I can find something. If not you can wear my big clothes." Chase told him, trying to smile but it not showing up on his face. It didn't feel right at the moment. To smile at Alex when he was in so much pain on the inside. It wasn't right at all.

He grabbed marshmallows out of the cupboard and waited for the microwave to ding so he could stir the hot chocolates. Chase set Alex on top of the counter while he waited. He didn't care that he was extremely dirty and muddy. Chase was too now since Alex had spread the mud on him.

Chase put his hands on Alex's waist and grabbed hold on his shirt tightly, trying to hold onto him as tight as possible because he couldn't stand this anymore. He couldn't stand feeling like this. Feeling so horrible. "Alex..." Chase whispered as a tear rolled down his face. It was silent, and it was the only one, but it still rolled down his face. Chase couldn't stop it. "He did it again." Chase didn't know why, but he couldn't say that Brent cheated. He couldn't get the words to form in his mouth.

The microwave dinged and Chase walked away from Alex on the counter to go get the mugs. He stirred them quickly then added as many marshmallows he could fit into each cup. He handed one to Alex as he took the same spot he was before in between Alex's legs. The kiss was still haunting him. Chase thought about how it felt like Brent didn't want him, and how it seemed like Alex had, even if he didn't exactly know it was Chase under the mask at the time. Alex had always wanted him, right?

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

"I-I didn't have time. Had to go quickly." Alex explained with a tense jaw, trying to stop it from chattering uncontrollably. "And I-I didn't k-know if you were home... so he wouldn't take me any further. T-Took me t-to where the road starts." Twenty-fucking-five minutes away and twenty-fucking-five minutes of terror. Alex loathed the dark. He had quite the vivid imagination and it loved to run rampant in the dark, tricking shadows into forming grotesque monsters and making him believe the most absurd things. Jackie coming after him wasn't absurd though... it was a very real threat. Just as well he was with Chase now, he'd protect him. Or was that asking too much?

Alex was getting everything filthy. And he felt terrible about it. He'd treaded mud into the carpet, all over the kitchen floor and now had gotten the counter dirty. Not to mention Chase. His friend looked as though he had also taken a tumble down a muddy hill. Alex wanted to clean all this badly and leave it spotless and gleaming once again. He felt as though his mere presence left the house tainted. Alex didn't belong to this sort of lavish lifestyle. He didn't belong here full stop.

Calming down slightly after his terrifying ordeal, comforted by simply being around his best friend, Alex began to spot that Chase seemed a bit off tonight. At first he had put it down to that he'd woken him up but... it seemed more than just that now. That jolly smile he usually had curling his lips that warmed hearts wasn't there nor that happy vibe he effortlessly radiated. "Yes... I-I could really, honestly do with some dry clothes... M-Me estoy congelando." And shivered as if to prove his point. But he wasn't sat ontop of the counter alone for long. Chase was pressing himself into him, bunching his sodden shirt in his fists. Chase... seemed really upset about something.

He did it again. Alex's mouth formed a small 'o'. He knew straight away what Chase was on about. Brent... had cheated? Again? Didn't that man ever fucking learn? Angered tears formed in Alex's honey brown eyes. He had almost got cut to ribbons and Merlin-knows what else because he had tried to punish Brent for just that. And the fucker had gone and done it again? Brent knew how bad Chase had got when it had first happened, hell, Alex had had first row tickets to view Chase's misery when he came, inconsolable, to Alex's flat. And he had fucking done it again?

Alex quickly set down his hot chocolate beside him, not touching it as it felt like liquid lava to his numbed skin. Chase needed a hug. Alex needed a hug. Both men seemed to seek comfort in the other as no one else seemed capable of providing it. The young man hooked his feet behind Chase and pulled him in for a tight embrace, forcing himself still and to not shiver.

"I-I'm not the only one having a bad night then... lo siento, Chase." Alex whispered, leaning his chin in the nook Chase's neck and shoulder made. He couldn't find himself able to talk to his friend face on as he'd found himself just looking at his lips, trying in vain to just forget what had happened. Alex let his friend's hair tickle his nose while he spoke close to his ear. "You don't deserve him doing this to you." Like Alex didn't deserve the hell Jackie was putting him through.

Alex decided that it would be best to not openly come out with his ordeal, even if the memories were fresh and raw in his mind. Chase was hurting badly. It wouldn't help if Alex told him about Jackie and his "friend". It'd cut the poor guy up as badly as Jackie had been planning with Alex. He shivered again. But this time not from cold.
"Thanks for the chocolate caliente." Alex mumbled, giving Chase a little kiss on his shoulder before nestling his head back down, sighing heavily. "And everything else."





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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

"You walked all the way from the end of the road, Jay? That's like... forever!" Chase said before holding Alex even tighter. That was like a half hour walk. While it was raining and pouring in the pitch dark. That would be horrible and Chase was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to do it. "What happened, Jay... I know something did. Was it Jackie again? I swear I'll fucking kill him. Tonight is the worst night he could mess with you." Chase told him in a serious voice.

Chase was grateful that Alex seemed to know what he was saying without him actually saying the words out loud. Chase didn't think he had the strength to say the words out loud, actually. Chase was hurting inside and Alex knew it. It was why Chase loved Alex. He always had a knack of making Chase feel better. Chase hugged him back, but didn't cry. He did his crying. Now he was numb. He hugged Alex like he had never hugged him before simply because he needed to feel someone in his arms right now. "It was Aiden. His best friend from America all those years ago. I can't compete with that, Alex." Chase whispered it into Alex's ear, nuzzling back wherever he could reach with his nose.

Chase took the opportunity of Alex's legs wrapped around his waist again to pick him up. Ignoring the massive smear of mud on the counter. He'd clean it up. Later. "Come on, let's go get you some dry clothes. You're freezing." Chase told him as he walked out of the kitchen and went to his master bedroom. This bedroom was what made him love this house. The balcony was what Chase always wanted. If he was lucky, he would be able to see animals in their yard if he sat out there long enough. He loved it here. He would love it even more with Brent.

He set Alex down on his own feet when he got to Brent's dresser. He found a pair of boxers and sweat pants, and finally a shirt. He put them in a pile and turned around to give them to him. "Here. If these don't fit, then let me know and I can find you some others. I didn't know if you'd want the boxers or not, but they're there." Chase didn't exactly know how Alex wanted to change so he kind of awkwardly pointed. "Uh. The bathroom is right there." He was trying to act like he wasn't hurting, but he probably was horrible at that. He had always been a horrible liar and therefore knew Alex could probably see through it.

Chase pulled his wand out of his pocket and waved it gently, getting the mud off of his chest and a little on his pants. He waved it on the floor and watched that disappear too. He didn't care about it, but he didn't like his and Brent's room messy. Not without it being Brent or him causing it. He'd probably clean up as soon as Alex changed too. Then he would back track and clean up the rest of the mess. He didn't know if Brent was going to come back anytime soon or not. Part of Chase wanted him to come home right now, and the other part wanted him to stay away for the night. Chase just hoped to God he didn't go to Aiden's. It wouldn't be good if he went to Reid's either. Reid would probably slay him alive if Brent told him.

"He was drunk this time... ya know. I don't think he even knew what he was doing... but it still hurts." Chase whispered it, his wand twirling between his fingers. He was looking at the floor. He wanted to feel loved right now, and that was the last thing Chase was feeling.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Was it Jackie again? A very direct question to which Alex didn't know how to answer. He didn't want to get Chase even more upset than he already was. He'd came round tonight selfishly thinking he'd be the only one with problems. It wouldn't be fair on his friend to just add to the crushing burden weighing down his shoulders, causing them to sag defeatedly already. Alex chose that moment to pick at the marshmellows, stuffing a notable number of the puffy delights into his mouth and then trying to say something. He said: "Something along those lines." But it ended up as:

"S'fink 'ongose 'ines." Unintelligible words coming from a smiling, marshmellow-filled mouth. Hopefully that'd be enough to trick Chase into believing he was alright. And it wasn't like he had lied either... technically he had told the truth. After licking his sticky fingers clean, he wrapped them back around Chase into another hug.

"Of course you can't compete with that, Chase..." Alex sighed, trying to force himself to frown while he was nuzzled. It was ticklish. And Alex was a ticklish guy. "Because Brent is marrying you. He's losing him to you and he knows it. You're getting married in a month and he's getting desperate. Desperate enough to pull sly moves like this one. Brent... should really know better. He saw how bad you got last time... and he's putting you through it again." Alex couldn't stand the nuzzling any more and buried his face under Chase's chin. There he would be safe from nuzzles.

Alex let himself be carried, again, by Chase. Hell, everyone seemed to carry him: Reid, Chase... Jackie... Robb... fuck. Maybe being light enough to carry wasn't such a good thing in the end. But it wasn't his fault if he couldn't help it. There were days Alex ate a surprising amount for a man his size but his metabolism did away with it all pretty quickly. Plus, recently, he'd been a bag a nerves with all his Jackie lark, and sleep cried for him through the dark circles under his eyes. Alex took Brent's clothes with a small smile. Now, usually Alex would've refused point-blank to wear any boxers besides his own but... he was absolutely frozen. Any extra layer of clothing was much appreciated.

"Chase... you don't have to pretend in front of me, y'know." Alex sighed, beginning to attack his top button. "I'm your best friend, I know when you feel terrible... stupid fucking buttons." He blew on his fingers in a bid to warm them up. The small buttons to his shirt weren't cooperating with his numbed fingers as Alex tugged at them clumsily. "And I know it hurts. Fuck. It should hurt. You're only human, Chase. But these things shouldn't happen... and some help? I, uh, can't... buttons." The young, shivery man was still battling with the buttons on his shirt. He'd managed to get the first undone but there were still many more. He just wanted to get into warm, dry clothes as soon as he could and get the snuggles he had came here for. It was more than obvious that both of them wanted nothing more than to feel comforted by someone they loved.

"Brent... I... don't know what to say about the drinking... its still no excuse. You don't completely lose control." Alex swallowed and battled back a blush. Maybe... that had been the wrong thing to say. He remembered the kiss with Chase. And he remembered how he had tried to carry it on. Foolish, stupid and selfish thing to do but... it just happened. Although drunk, Alex had still been in control of himself. It just... happened. Fuck.





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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase knew it had to do with Jackie because of how Alex reacted, but it seemed like he didn't want to talk about it. Chase just went with that. He wasn't going to force his best friend to tell him something he didn't want to tell him. There was something about the way Alex spoke with marshmallows in his mouth that made Chase think of how adorably cute Jay was. He knew he shouldn't be thinking that, yet he couldn't stop himself. That kiss in the strip club was messing with Chase's mind. Horribly.

"I know he should know better. The baby will be here any day now, and he goes and cheats. I told him that too. I just... I don't understand him. I can read him better than anyone else in the world and I know he loves me. I know he doesn't want to hurt me, yet he does." Chase murmured into Alex, still not letting him go.

There it was. The pretending. Chase didn't have to pretend. He knew he didn't, yet he felt like if Alex was hurting too, then what good would him putting his burdens on Alex as well. "You have your own problems. You don't need mine, Jay." Chase told him as he watched Alex try to take off his shirt with some trouble. It seemed that the buttons were too hard for him to do considering he was shaking. "Here." Chase said before walking back over to Alex and setting his wand on Brent's dresser.

Chase quickly started to undo his buttons. But by the time his hands reached the bottom, Chase's breathing became heavy. He knew he was in love with Brent, yet there was some kind of attraction to Alex that he had been trying to hide. It had only increased after their Stag Night. Chase slowly looked up at Alex's face with slightly wide eyes. "Jay...." it came out small. Chase only wanted to feel loved. He wanted to feel like he was loved by someone in the world because right now he wasn't getting that from the one person he wanted it from the most.

Without thinking, Chase reached forward and captured Alex's lips with his own. It was short and sweet, but when he pulled back he didn't move very far. Chase's hands had gone to his waist and was pulling him closer and closer.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

"But, Chase... we're friends. We're meant to share our problems." Alex insisted, watching Chase's fingers pop his buttons undone with ease. Where his fingertips brushed Alex's cool skin, tingled. He just put it down to the difference in temperature. "I just... mine... you won't like them. But I want to help you with yours. I want... you to confide your troubles in me." He had to admit, Alex began to feel a touch awkward by the time Chase was by his navel. Hopefully those goosebumps were still from the cold.

Alex didn't shrug off his shirt though. It was long-sleeved and hid the grazes on his wrists. Alex didn't exactly mind that the collar was on show now. He'd gotten used to it over the past days. It was a sick thought, but it was true. Didn't mean he liked it though. He still wanted the fucking thing off. Next time he saw Jackie... he'd get him to take it off him. Whatever the cost. Well, maybe not whatever the cost because what had happened tonight had left him pretty shaken-up. Tied to bedposts at the mercy of a sadistic man was an experience he never wished to repeat.

"Chase...?" Alex asked, hearing his friend call his name in a tiny voice. Chase was looking at him differently though, with those, deep, azure eyes that now swam with melancholy. All because of fucking Brent. It had broken Alex's little heart to see Chase like this. They had been together through thick and thin... and now both were sharing the intimacy that bad luck, pain and heartbreak brought.

Alex should've stopped it. He really should of. But he couldn't. So... he didn't. He just let it happen.

Chase's lips were light, sweet, and just how Alex remembered. His brain nagged at him, reminding him they weren't his, but right now he didn't care. He just wanted someone to care and show some affection. A blush beat Alex's cheeks when Chase pulled away, his eyes were glazed with something unfathomable. He'd waited... and waited... and waited for the man in front of him to do this as a teenager. And, finally, he had done it. And it wasn't a mistake like back in the strip club. Nor was it a result of drink.

"I.. we... Chase... fuck." Alex sighed, melting into the hold Chase had on his hips and threading his arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. Things were fucked up. Why not just fuck them up completely? It wasn't like anything was going to be the same ever since Jackie strolled into his life again. He loved Chase. He really did. He'd always loved him. They were just two men in need of some comfort.

Alex pressed his colour-tinged lips back into Chase's warm ones, sighing breathily through his nose whilst his eyelids fluttered to a close. Fingers inched their way precariously towards Chase's hair and a dizzying mix of everything bubbled in his chest. This was bad. This was fucking terrible. But all he heard was Chase, Chase, Chase whispering in his head like a mantra, telling him to just enjoy something denied to him for most of his life. Alex foolishly listened to that little voice. His hand cupped Chase's jaw, fingers tangling themselves in his hair, asking for more, more of this, more of everything, while the other slid down until it rested at the small of his back, allowing Alex to push himself into him. This was so wrong. But Alex didn't care. He probably had almost died tonight. Everything was so very wrong.




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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

After Chase had pulled away, Alex muttered something and Chase knew he shouldn't have done that. Alex was with Reid, and Chase was technically still with Brent. Yet Chase felt like this was something that had been building up since they had become best friends a while ago. Maybe even longer considering Alex had liked Chase even when they were in school. Chase figured that if he closed his eyes, he could picture Brent. He didn't want to hurt Brent, but he had hurt Chase, right?

Chase knew in the back of his mind that he should be waiting by the door for Brent so they could have an actual talk and they could kiss and make up. Yet Chase was here, in their bedroom, kissing Alex. Chase's mind shut off though. He had learned how good of a kisser Alex was at the strip club. That was while he was drunk out of his mind, too. Chase didn't mean it there, he had kissed Alex thinking he was Brent.

The instant Alex kissed Chase after he had pulled away was when Chase decided to screw his thoughts. Brent seemed to do it because he kept cheating. So why couldn't Chase just forget everything he had been drilling in his head for so many years. He got rid of all thought of Brent for the duration they would be kissing. Or he tried.

After a few seconds of familiarizing himself with Alex's lips, Chase decided to deepen the kiss. He swiped his tongue along Alex's bottom lip. Testing how far he was going to go with this kiss. Chase wanted this. He wanted to be close to someone and who better than his best friend who is feeling just as horrible as Chase is at the moment, even if Chase doesn't exactly know why.

The new brain waves in Chase's head kept telling him things were off. That the man he was kissing was too small. That he was smaller than what Chase was used to even with Brent. They were telling him that the kissing was different than what he should be feeling right now, yet he didn't stop. He didn't want to. He wanted to keep kissing Alex. He wanted to feel loved. His mind flashed to a picture of Brent and Aiden. Kissing. Making out.

Fire roaring in Chase's chest as he deepened the kiss and didn't wait for Alex's approval like he always did with anyone he kissed, even Brent. The kiss turned extremely needy and Chase's tongue was determined to find a battle with Alex's. Chase knew using Alex as an escape from his previous, and probably current, mindset was horrible. He felt bad about it, yet he didn't plan on stopping.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Soon the kiss was becoming less and less innocent. Alex was actually surprised that Chase was the one initiating it though, usually it was him pushing for more but not now, not tonight. Chase was the one manning this train wreck, and Alex was his voluntary passenger. They were going this together, knowing that the crash was imminent, but they were ignoring the warning signs their conscience gave and carried on, full throttle. They were going to crash and burn, but Alex wanted to make it last while he could.

Alex ran his hand gently up and down Chase's back, trying in earnest to not drag his nails while he did so. It was a habit. He couldn't help it. He would've liked to nip Chase's bottom lip teasingly but there was no time for that. His friend seemed to know what he wanted and that was all of Alex's mouth. The young man made a little, high noise in the back of his throat on feeling Chase invade his mouth, it was intrusive but oh-so-very hot. Alex let him and his breathing just quickened, fingers tangling tighter in his friend's dark locks of hair.

A shiver ran up Alex's spine, from cold and something that he never thought Chase would cause on him. The hunger in the kiss was overwhelming, each feeding off the other to fill an aching void carved from the ups and downs life threw haphazardly. Alex began to work his tongue into the kiss but more gentler than Chase, he was hesitant at first, but soon relaxed and ventured in search of Chase's taste.

Before he knew it, Alex was pressing himself up against Chase, pulling him down by his hair and holding him in place. If Chase broke this now... Alex didn't know what he'd do with himself. So the Spaniard wasn't going to give him the opportunity to do so. He'd hold him there and deny him escape. There was, after all, no turning back. The damage was done. They were crashing.

Alex shivered again, this time moreso from cold, it was seeping back into his bones despite the pleasurable warmth coursing his veins right now. He was still in his wet clothes and his body hadn't forgotten it, no matter how soothing it was to be pressed, chest to chest, to a man like Chase. But Alex didn't want to stop, not now. He wanted to carry on. He wanted more. He wanting every single fucking thing Chase was willing to give him.





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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase felt Alex shiver and then a sound erupted from the back of his throat. He wasn't entirely sure what that was though. He passed it off as some kind of moan of pleasure. Mainly because that's what Chase wanted it to be. He didn't want to think that it was Alex trying to reject him. Chase was kind of afraid of that because he wasn't kissing anything like he was in the Strip Club. He was kissing... almost gently. Chase didn't want that. Didn't need that. It made him feel worse.

Eventually Chase felt Alex relax a bit. Like he realized he wanted this too. Alex melted into Chase and he could feel his hand pulling his downward toward Alex even more. Their tongues were battling roughly and Chase was actually enjoying it. Whether it was because his eyes were closed and he was picturing Brent instead of Alex, he wasn't sure. His brain was telling him to keep kissing, but his heart was yelling at him to stop.

After Alex had shivered twice, Chase decided that he was cold. After all he hadn't changed into warm clothes yet. Chase considered breaking the kiss for a moment to tell him to get dressed, but that seemed kind of counterproductive at the moment. Instead Chase started moving Alex toward the bed. The covers were still messed up from earlier. Chase hadn't made the bed.

Chase moved Alex backwards so he back was on the bed. He moved so he was straddling Alex. He pulled the covers over them. And tucked the blankets around Alex. Chase tried not to think of the mess this was going to leave the bed. Chase had momentarily broke the kiss to do so, but his lips were back on Alex's in no time. His tongue searching instantly as Chase started grinding down on Alex without even thinking about it. He didn't have time to think about it.

"Jay." Chase said into Alex's mouth without thinking. He still couldn't believe he was kissing his best friend right now. Okay... so it was a bit more than just kissing.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alex tried to keep his breathing in check when Chase began to corner him backwards into the bed. So they were going there, were they? Alex wondered for a moment how he had gone through two very different scenarios involving a bed. Before he'd been forcibly tied to one and now he was willingly going. Chase was the complete opposite of Jackie. And that was what he so needed and craved right now. Anything un-Jackie.

Even though he was losing himself to an elated cloud of desire, Alex's habits still stood strong as iron: he was not getting in bed dirty. So he did what he had to do. The sodden denim slipped down his legs with just a small wriggle of his hips, they weighed almost thrice their normal weight so being free of them was definitely liberating. Hopefully Chase wouldn't think wrong about this. Well... he probably would. Hopefully he wouldn't think Alex was being too forward about all this now...

"D-Don't wanna make mess." Alex offered as an excuse before being crowded backwards onto the covers. Merlin, it was so warm and snug under the blankets. It felt all the more better when Chase joined him although Alex did swallow nervously on feeling his friend press down onto him. This was pushing it for just kissing. Chase was actually rubbing himself on Alex. And he was shamelessly enjoying it. This couldn't be real. This was stuff Alex only fantasized about back when he was a scrawny teenager.

Alex gave up on keeping his breathing calm, shallow and slow, what Chase was doing was justsoveryfuckinghot that the Spaniard stumbled for a moment on what to do. Alex pressed his forehead against Chase's when his name was mentioned, taking the moment to catch his breath and pant quietly into his friend's open mouth. He peered down and a smile shaped his parted lips, puffy from the bruising kisses they shared.

"Chase..." Alex replied breathily before lunging back for another kiss. His hand weaved downwards once more, pressing on the small of Chase's back, urging him to stay close. Alex rolled his hips a little bit, just to experiment, and didn't even hold back the tiny moan he shuddered into Chase's lips. "J-Joderrr..." He purred, eyes closed and chest rising and falling heavily. This was so wrong. But maybe that was why it felt so right.


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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase couldn't help but laugh as Alex stopped to take off the jeans. At least that would stop a huge mess being created. Chase wouldn't have minded because he would have just cleaned it up with his wand like he did before, but this was Alex. He was a clean freak, so it was completely natural for him. Chase tried not to think about the fact that it now left Alex even more naked beneath him.

When Alex pressed their foreheads together, Chase could feel Alex's hot breath in his mouth. It made him want to give up on catching his breath and just kiss him again, but he stopped himself. His lungs protested too much against it. Soon, Alex reached up to kiss him again and Chase obeyed immediately. They were in Chase and Brent's bed. Chase was in it. With a guy. That wasn't Brent. This was completely wrong. Chase's mind was screaming at him to stop. His heart was screaming at him. Yet he didn't have the power to actually stop.

Without thinking, Chase grabbed Alex's hands that were on his back by the wrist and held them above Alex's head. He moved his mouth off of Alex's and saw marks on his wrists. Apparently Alex liked it rough. Well... Chase could give him that. He moved his mouth down to Alex's neck and started biting. Trying to find something of this kiss that seemed to be the same as him and Brent. Chase knew he should stop it. Knew he shouldn't be doing this in the first place. But Alex was making Chase feel like he was loved, and in return Chase was picturing the person that he wanted to be loved by instead of the person he was really making out with.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be kissing Alex. Okay... he did but he shouldn't be. Alex and Chase were only friends and would only ever be friends. They had some stupid attraction that was probably due to the fact that Alex liked Chase their entire Hogwarts career. Chase never knew, of course. That didn't mean there was no attraction there, though. There could always be an attraction to someone. Whether you were in love with someone else or not. That's what his subconscious kept telling him at least.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Well, Alex certainly hadn't expected this of Chase. It took him a moment or so to remember how to breathe when he was pinned by his wrists above his head. It hurt a bit, too. The skin, bruised and grazed, felt tender and sore under Chase's grip. Before Alex could settle, Chase had moved down to his neck, nipping and biting firmly with his teeth. He was reduced to a puddle under Chase, gasping and mewing without a single trace of coherency.

"Díos míoo..." Alex whispered, his words almost sounding slurred. What he could only describe as a giddy feeling tickled his chest, then spread into his stomach and then further down into his pants. He couldn't help himself but let his hips snap up and wrap his legs around Chase. This just felt so good, even if the collar was getting a bit in the way.

Amidst the blissful haze his mind was right then, he began to think about the marks Chase would be leaving with his teeth. Alex immediately wished he hadn't of thought that though. He was pinned under his friend by his aching wrists and being marked. Jackie liked to do that. Pin and mark. Then seem to get punch-drunk on how beautiful he found blemished skin. Alex froze. Chase was meant to be gentle and more patient. Not pushy and domineering. That was... like Jackie.

Jackie, Jackie, Jackie. Was all he heard in his head now. Alex felt his chest tighten and his breathing quicken, but not from ectasy. He felt as though he was drowning under Chase, fighting to get clean gulps of air without choking on them first. Alex was beginning to panic. What if this was Jackie? But just disguised as Chase? That'd explain this surprising side to his friend. If he was... he was fucked. And he had to get out right away.

"Suéltame." Alex managed to say, his voice was uncertain and high-pitched, showing just a sliver of the deepening panic he felt. He brought his legs back down and began to try to close them so Chase, or Jackie, wasn't nestled between them. He wriggled his hands as well, like how he had done when they had been binded by those coarse ropes. He needed Chase to let go off him. Right now. "Ch-Chase... I don't... want this."



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