#only because i like pizzahut better anyways

[fortunetellsrp]

apollxnius​:

He can tell that Chance is disappointed, but he can’t tell if it’s genuine or not. He hopes it isn’t.  “I’ll live with the curiosity.” He is not strong enough to be playing games with him — his hands were so close of grabbing his chest just a minute ago — and not hate himself for being a coward. A coward and a traitor. No one should look at a best friend like that.

For the rest of the afternoon, there isn’t any more tensions like that.

- - - 

“So, how’s dinner?” He asks, coming down from the bathroom, with a towel thrown around his neck. The night is too hot for him to put a shirt on. “I mean, I hope you didn’t order PizzaHut while I was showering…” He laughs, walking to him to peek over his shoulder at what he is cooking. “What is that?”

Chance isn’t quite over the pool accident by the time he has to make dinner, and he can’t help but feel weird around Hector the rest of the day. He tried to kiss his friend, more than once and he was rejected. He feels like a fool and a creep besides. Which is why he’s thankful for his alone time, despite the fact he’s been forced to cook.

It doesn’t last long, soon Hector is back, and shirtless. Chance has to force himself to look away from his naked torso and focus back on the pans in front of him, only for him to lean over his shoulder, way too close. He can smell the soap on his skin, and Chance fights really hard not to lean into his touch. “Pasta.” He grits out, because it’s the one thing he bothered to learn how to cook. “And you better like it.” He says. moving away from his touch like he’d been burned. It’s almost done anyway. “Sit down, I’ll get you a plate.” This way he doesn’t have to look at him too much.