"I have some questions for you.''
"I don't like people intruding in on my life.''
"It's not intruding if you are willing to tell me.''
Chance opened his mouth to speak, but Kristoff held up a hand to cut him off.
''Tell you what, I buy you a drink and you answer my question.''
Before Chance could respond, Kristoff walked away. Reluctantly, Chance got up and joined Kristoff over by the small bar that has four people milling around and chatting about where they were planning to go for their vacation. A conversation Chance had no interest in listening to.
When Chance tried to order a drink, Kristoff waved the bartender off. She gave him a look, then rolled her eyes.
Ignoring her, Kristoff called over a male that dressed differently from the other bar waiters to show that he was of a higher position.
"Why is she here?''
Who? Goldamay.''
"Yes, I don't like it. Get rid of her.''
The man nodded, then hustled over to the girl with puffy hair and cakey make-up.
The next thing Chance knew, she was throwing a bottle and someone had to drag her out.
Kristoff laughed as he leant on the counter watching Goldamay creating commotion. He gave one last laugh, then clapped.
"Crazy b*tch.''
Another female, who seemed bored with it all, gave Kristoff two golden champagne flutes, where he gave one to Chance.
Kristoff raised his glass to Chance. "Shall we have a toast?"
Chance raised his own. “What should we drink to?"
"The bottom, of course." Kristoff smiled.
They down their drinks and another waitress was quick with the refill, giving Kristoff longing looks as she did.
No doubt she wanted him between her legs, but her kind and his would never mix. Kristoff might have been a wh*re, but he didn't sling his d*ck just anywhere. Especially not to a lower-class person, who doesn't know what luxury is.
It was still a shock to Chance that Kristoff was this close to him, talking to him or even giving him attention. He knew that someone of his status would never give him the time of day, or maybe it was all for some other reason.
It put Chance on edge, not knowing what Kristoff was up to. What if it was all about embarrassing him? Rich people loved to make fun of people just to make their miserable life better.
Chance had heard all about Kristoff. All his accomplishments, all his conquests. He was not one to be messed with. He can make you disappear in a snap.
Kristoff noticed the deep frown between Chance's brows, signifying that he was deep in thought.
No doubt trying to figure out the upper classman and why he was talking to someone like him.
Kristoff took that time to admire Chance. He was more than good looking, even though he was a ragamuffin.
He has only been with one other male before, just out of curiosity; he has never been interested in another, well, until now. There was something about Chance that intrigued him, which was odd. He never normally be friend or go for people like him, much less a man.
And it wasn't just any man but a street kid, who never knew the luxury of the finer things in life. It didn't even seem as if he was educated much.
Kristoff's gaze roamed over Chance's flawless yet rough features.
He had smooth skin, sad hazel; almost green eyes, a well-chiselled chin and jawline, and a mouth that could make anyone cum.
Kristoff wondered if he had ever been with a man before and even played with the thought of them sharing a bed together.
It was no hiding though. Chance went through some tough years. Seemed to be still going through it, just the way he dressed said it all.
It was obvious that his nose had been broken one time too many; he was in need of a shave, and maybe even dental care.
Once the waitress left again, Chance uttered these words, "now that I've accepted your payment, ask your questions but nothing too personal."
Wanting to be in charge, Chance walked over to take a seat on another sofa, which Kristoff followed him, like a moth drawn to light.
"Straight down to business then." Kristoff took a swing from his fifth drink.
"Very well, why are you here?" Kristoff interrogated.
Even though he didn't mean the question in a malicious way, it still made Chance uneasy.
"Why not be here?" Chance countered. He sat up straight, trying to act tough.
"Well, from what I have observed, you seemed bored with this Gala. Maybe not what you had expected it to be? Too much rich people. Or maybe you are here to rob us all."
Chance went still, but hoped Kristoff didn't notice. He couldn't allow him to get the upper hand of the conversation or intimidate him.
"How long have you been watching me?" Chance asked. He was now on edge, not trusting Kristoff or anyone in the room one bit.
"Long enough to grow intrigued." Kristoff met his gaze. "I must know what you were thinking about coming here. I mean, certainly this isn't a place for people like you." Kristoff added.
"I'm not used to revealing private details to strangers." Chance took a generous swig of his drink, eyes growing stormy. Mostly from worry.
Kristoff ran his index finger along the rim of his glass, seemingly deep in thought. “So, have you ever been with a male before?"
Chance seemed taken aback by the question none the less he shook his head. "Not my cup of tea. I enjoy being b*lls deep in women. The things I can do with females I can't with another man.''
"It wasn't mine either, until I had a sip." Kristoff took a drink, then licked a drop of wine from his lip that he purposefully let slip, trying to get a raise out of Chance.
The words held Chance rapt before he blinked back to attention, not knowing how to respond.
'How to respond to that comment?' Chance contemplated. 'Oh, I see. Very good. Thanks for sharing.'
"Well then," was all Chance brought forward.
Kristoff quickly chanced the subject, seeing Chance's discomfort and not wanting the conversation to end.
He didn't even know why he blabbed about such a secreted detail of himself. Not even his best friend knew about his sexploits with another man.
''What do you really want, Kristoff?''
"For you to join me, sweetheart. My treat. We'll travel the world." Kristoff smiled coolly.
"If you think to seduce me, it won't happen. I will never desire another male." Chance turned away to leave, but Kristoff grabbed his hand.
"If not that, then friendship.''
"Why me? Why not these many others that you have eating out of the palm of your hands?" Chance pulled away.
His hands were once again in fists.
"Like I said, just seeking friendship."
Chance haved a sign, he really wasn't ready to leave as yet. Besides his stomach was grumbling from the delicious scent coming from the kitchen and he wasn't willing to leave the Gala hungry.
So he decided to stay just for the food and entertain the bullsh*t, but he would have to keep his anger in check and play along with Kristoff's games until then.
"Since you want to play 21 questions. Tell me about yourself."A smile spreadsacross Kristoff's face."My lifestyle is quite lavish, but with me. What you see is what you get. I have nothing to hide." Kristoff's smile wavered a bit, which Chance didn't miss."You can call me Kristoff, Kris or even daddy, whichever you like. I'm comfortable with either."Chance leant away, clearly not comfortable with any of it."You are bullsh*tting, I can tell by the way your eye twitched and your smile dropped a bit.""Observant. But fine, I want it all. The money, the fame, the bitches. I didn't want to appear arrogant, but you forced my hand.""Still not enough." Chance said."I have always thought I was a ladies' man until I saw you. I don't know if it is your eyes, or the balls you have in coming here. I'm certain you have big balls." Kristoff placed a hand on top of Chance's.Chance pulled back with a disgusted look on his f
Instead of leaving, Chance followed Kristoff over to his table, where three other people were sitting."My people, allow me to introduce. Chance. Chance, these are Stefan, his date Stacy. He only dates women with the same first initial as him and Joel.'' Kristoff pointed at them as he said their names.Stefan gave a salute, while his date, who has a long black wig, scrunched her botched nose up. Joel, on the other hand, who had on an expensive-looking Freddie Krueger shirt on was too busy on his phone to notice anything.''Joel is a blogger.'' Kristoff made a face at the way Joel had his nose in his phone.''Chance nodded a greeting, then moved to take a seat but was stopped by the overly tanned skin, thick glasses, Stefan."That seat is already taken.''"It's fine, Chance, you can sit.''Just as Chance sat, a female with strawberry blonde hair and lips filled with fillers came to stand at the table."Huh, do I know you?" She a
As promised, Kristoff had opened Chance's eyes to a dazzling new world and a life he never imagined. Taking him everywhere, from erotic rainforest adventures, Film Festivals in France, and whale watching in Alaska. Any I*******m traveller would be jealous. Kristoff even planned on enrolling Chance in a linguist class and a Mathematics, so that he could match up to him. Sure, Chance was street smart, but that wasn't enough. And his good looks wouldn't bring him through forever. He needed to be educated so that others won't take advantage of him, educated enough to get a job and someday be on the same level as Kristoff. Kristoff wanted the best for his new friend, hence, why he was plying him with the finest delicacies and jewelries, custom-made suits, a car, and a penthouse in the ci
"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