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Chess [Opening Move]
Teddy feels like something out of a Sir Arthur Conan Doyle novel. The townhouse is huge and the fireplaces keep it warm, and the kitchen's stocked and there's tea and aperitifs and so many books. The fact that they're entertaining, sort of, is pleasing in a silly domestic way. The fact that Teddy is wearing riding boots, rather fitted black trousers, and an overly romanticized white blouse while they entertain is silly in a pleasing historical way. All in all, it's not a bad time.
He sets down a bottle of cassis and a carafe of water before taking his own seat again.
"So it was like... the big bad wolf?"
He sets down a bottle of cassis and a carafe of water before taking his own seat again.
"So it was like... the big bad wolf?"
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"Except like the big bad wolf had a horrible love baby with the smoke monster from Lost, minus the shitty ending. I mean, the ending still sucked, it solidified and Tony blew it up, which was epicly nasty, but whatever. Thanks," he added, in reference to the refill.
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"Only you could end up in a messed up fairytale," Billy tells Chase, though he'd been completely engrossed in the story ever since hearing about it but never getting all the details.
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"But Chase does kind of seem like the most likely candidate for that level of double you tee eff."
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"Anyway, it was just like an hour of weirdness, it's not even bothering me."
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"Wait, so did you get covered in freaky wolf smoke monster body parts?"
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"First off, yes I did, thanks for helping me relive that particular memory, Manwitch, thanks." He didn't notice the small, baffled look Hulking shot his boyfriend at the use of the nickname.
"....." he sighed, leaning forward and scrubbing a hand through his hair.
"It." He stifled a sigh.
"Something happened with this... girl."
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Even the kings of dating advice had problems sometimes. "Something?"
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After a certain amount of time around, what else is there?
Still, as well as Teddy doesn't know Chase, he's gotten enough of a feeling about the other boy to know that this isn't a usual thing for him. His posture alone says that much.
"Who is it?"
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"I kissed Jessica Drew because she asked me to. And starting the next time I saw her, she acted like nothing had happened, like it..." His jaw worked a little, and he shook his head.
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"Jessica? Seriously?"
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"Um," he says.
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"Really young."
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"Yeeeeeah, she is. But...she asked you to kiss her?"
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"How young is young? Just so I have an accurate idea of how creepy this is."
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He rested his hand against the heel of his hand, eyes going distant.
"She did the ear tuck and I was going to and then my inner pedo alarm went off and didn't and she called me out. She called me out, man. And I was like, are you sure, and she was like, are you an idiot, and I...."
Chase sighed, and dug the knuckle of his thumb against his lower lip.
"I kissed her. For like, a while. And it was.... great."
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"Was it that kind of a talk leading up to it? An I-Like-You talk? Or was it an I'm-Curious-About-Making-Out-With-You kind of talk."
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"Holy shit, are those different things? Yes, I like her," he admitted, sounding not very happy about it.
"I have liked her. For a while. And now we don't speak, unless we absolutely have to in class. I just give her as wide a berth as possible, I mean what the hell else am I supposed to do?"
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"Everything he said."
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"No. Are you insane? Is that how things work in gay world? Because in Older Guy Straight world that is definitely not even kind of how shit works. This isn't a romantic comedy or some period romance where I ride up in my top hat and say something cool and she just throws out the whole 'ignoring shit went down' routine. She's ignoring anything happened for a reason, and all the evidence suggest that reason is she thought it was a stupid fucking idea." He sulked for a few seconds, although it was mostly a front to cover up how much it genuinely hurt.
"Which it was, by the way," he added.
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"The real point is, you won't know, unless you do it. If nothing else, you deserve to know why she acted that way. Why she kissed you and then pulled away. I mean, maybe it's just me, but I'd want to know."
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"...yeah," he said quietly, dropping his hand and nodding absently.
"Yeah, I want to know. But it wasn't like, it was awkward and she pushed through it. It was like nothing happened. And no one else got amnesia from that weekend. So." He shook his head again.
"I dunno. I mean you guys are right, I just... I dunno."
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