Chase smirked, peering around the stall as the main door to the bathroom closed, leaving them alone. Then he gave a sigh and focused back on him as he took a drag on the cigarette. “Jim’s already got you on his radar,” said Chase. “Your old man fuck things up again this mornin’?”
Ash took another drag, pulling smoke deep inside. Then he looked away, preferring this poison to that.
“Doesn’t matter.” Chase seemed to shiver it off too. He pinched the smoke back, losing that innocent cupid look and running headlong into a dark-haired, soft hazel-eyed devil drinking the poison out of the arrows and getting high. He had a flush to his cheeks, one Ash hadn’t noticed earlier.
“How come you’re skiving already?” Ash asked quietly, keeping his voice down.
Chase slipped a hand in his overall pocket and leaned back against the stall. “Dunno,” he said distractedly, but the long dragon’s breath of smoke that came out next stuttered, coming on shaky ground.
Curls that tapered well into his neck looked ruffled, and from how his hand shifted in his jean pocket, rubbing at… something, someone had him heated. Grabbing a smoke in here was to cool him down, to calm him down.
“Who you been fucking?” mumbled Ash.
Chase groaned. “No one, and it’s frustrating the fuck out of me, Red.”
Ash got tugged in, so he took the hint. Resting close to Chase’s head, he traced the back of his hand down between Chase’s thighs, all to palm at his cock. “You taking advantage of a friendship?”
A distracted smile crept up. “You in the mood for being taken advantage of, Red?”
Ash licked at Chase’s jaw. Like fuck did he. This was going to get dirty, really, really quick….