Young Lust / Freddie / Closed
Oh shit, where was the lube where did I put it where where where --
He had it out when Ella was over, but heavens knows what she had done whilst she stayed over that time. Frantically, he rummaged through his sock drawer for about the hundredth time. Maybe she had a tendency for putting away sex objects into other people's clothing departments -- maybe Chase did. He couldn't for the life of him remember where it was. Did he develop an alter that liked to hide things at inconvenient times?
And ugh, the sheets were dirty! Not dirty dirty, not really dirty, but it was fading and more of a beige-ish color than the cream white that it should be -- there was no time to wash it obviously, so he covered it up feebly with his blankets. Where was the blue one? And here was the old childish Looney Tunes one he had gotten back when he first arrived. Would Freddie mind if they had sex on top of Sylvester? Did Tweetie Bird mind if they were grinding and getting him sweaty and gross?
If he laid out candles, would it seem like he was trying too hard? He had some nice unscented ones -- and some scented ones, but he really liked the vanilla one and he wasn't sure if Freddie did. This was becoming such an ordeal, Chase almost wanted to just break down and cry or tell Freddie not to come because he was such a mess. The past week had been torture on his emotions and this sudden forgiveness was so strange and out of the blue -- though certainly not uninvited.
Well, forget sheets and blankets and candles and -- oh here was the lube. How could he have missed it? -- the lube thing, Chase was rather presentable, he though. He kept it simple. Clean. One layer, most importantly.
Never mind about the rust on the window.