From erotic rainforest adventures, Film Festivals in France, and whale watching in Alaska.
"My money is bottomless." Kristoff would always say whenever Chance complained about the price tag.
It made Chance felt like a cheap whore, someone that could be bought easily.
He was just a lowly man, after all, nothing more than a stray dog.
So why him, why Chance?
The two had packed three months of traveling into only three weeks, rarely sleeping, becoming inseparable.
Chance wished Kristoff would stop trying to seduce him, he had no interest in men, and never will. He didn't think he would be able to be anyone's bottom in life.
Chance had stuck to one female, he met her right after the gala.
But as usual, all fun had to come to an end, Kristoff had to get back to work.
"Will you miss me when I go?" Kristoff inquired, he stuffs clothes in his luggage, not bothering to fold them.
You know I will." Chance said truthfully, never in his life did he have someone to call a friend.
"Even though we have so many differences, our background, occupation, friends. We don’t have much that ties us together but thank you, you are nothing like I first thought you to be." Chance added after.
"Not a stuck-up son of a gun?" Kristoff laughs, he was still hoping to have more with Chance, more than a friendship.
But he was willing to wait, wait for Chance to accepting him, the world still didn't know about Kristoff's little adventures. Thanks to the many contracts he had the many men he had bedded with signed.
Kristoff would wait, they finished each other’s sentences, their minds seem to be synced, and best of all they trust one another.
But did Chance's affection for Kristoff ran deeper than he makes it out to be?
Kristoff is beloved by everyone, celebrated by his fellow companions, and social circle.
For the first time in so long, Kristoff couldn't get something he wanted, to dominate another male he so desired.
But he knew it was only a matter of time, Kristoff could see the curiosity in Chance's eyes.
Kristoff just couldn't resist now, Chance just looked so mouth-watering in a simple white t-shirt, and blue faded jeans.
Chance turned toward Kristoff to crack one of his many jokes, which weren't really that funny but Kristoff laughed anyway.
"I’ve done a lot of things, but--"
Kristoff's mouth met chance.
Sensation flooded them both, electricity crackling up and down their spines.
'Fuuuck.' Change allowed his mind to wonder.
Kristoff threads his fingers through Chance's hair, drawing him even closer.
But all too suddenly Chance pushed Kristoff away, now coming to his senses, he backed away.
Did he just got hard for a man, did he just do that?
Chance ran a hand down his face, he felt passion, need, desire.
But at the same time Chance felt raw, naked, exposed.
"What have you done to my water? I'm straight. Why would I want another male?" Chance looked at his hands in bewilderment. And swore that that would be the last time Kristoff will ever hear from him again.