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[Brent Zachary McKinney]

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Shakily, Brent sucked in a breath as he felt Chase's press his face into his neck. Brent shut his eyes and tried to keep his breathing under control though that sounded a lot easier than it actually was. The most important thing right now was to stay calm because, hey, this wasn’t exactly anything bad and Chase seemed to be a genuinely nice guy, to him anyway. Brent just hoped he hadn’t made the wrong assumption when thinking that Chase wasn’t anyone bad. If he was… then Brent wasn’t going to hold back from crazy I-shall-now-burn-you-to-death mode.

His whole body froze as he felt Chase’s lips brush against his neck. Brent’s eyes remained closed though and he wasn’t going to freak out because, well, this wasn’t anything to freak out over and he was starting to see that now. Brent gripped onto Chase’s shirt harder than before instead of running away as he was half expecting himself to do. Yes, maybe it was a little concerning the Brent could rarely even predict his own actions but he didn’t care it; it wasn’t something he went around sharing with everybody else. “Ch-Chase…” Brent stammered out in a whisper, his cheeks flushed a faint pink. See… not freaking out here. At all. He didn’t start moving again though.

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Chase froze when Brent did. Deciding it was kind of pointless to keep dancing with a partner that was frozen. He didn't know if Brent was going to freak out or not, so he just let it sink it and let Brent grip his shirt tight between his hands. He didn't know if Brent even freaking swung this way, even though it's kind of noticeable that he probably does. Chase was sure if he didn't, Brent would have just ran the other way. He ran his lips along Brents neck and up to his ear. "You're going to have to tell me if you don't want this."

[/b] He whispered in the mans ear before he snapped his teeth at his ear lobe and moved back to his neck.

He kissed harder this time. Sucking lightly on Brent's exposed skin. Something Chase hadn't really done in awhile. He wanted this and he was going to do whatever he could until Brent told him to stop. He bit down slightly on his neck before kissing it better. Brent was hot... it wasn't a surprise that Chase was doing this. He was hot and he was nice. Perfect in Chase's eyes. He moved his arms down farther around his shoulders to have more access to his neck. Brent seemed fine with his face in Chase's neck right now.

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Brent still wasn't moving at all. He didn't know if running away right now was going to be the right thing to do or not. How did he let Chase know that he didn't want this if even he wasn't sure of the answer to that? But maybe this was what he wanted; if he didn't then Brent either wouldn't be here in the first place or would've burnt Chase already. And, really, those were sure signs that Brent didn't want Chase to stop.

But, then, there was the reason Brent had always pushed away the advances any man or woman had made towards him over the past year or so and was one of the main points behind him hiding himself away: it almost felt like he was cheating on Amy. Throughout their relationship, she'd remained faithful to him (at least that was what Brent believed) and even though she was gone now Brent felt as though he should do the same. Except... Chase made him feel as though he could almost forget about her. That honestly scared him a little, not just anybody made Brent forget and he wasn't even sure if he liked that or not.

Brent moved his head out from Chase's neck to supposedly make a run for it before his mind decided that he should stay. The confusion and frustration at himself was probably clear on Brent's face. But... forgetting was a whole lot easier to deal with than remembering was and it was only going to be for tonight anyway.

"I... I want it." Brent bit down on his lip, speaking in a low whisper as he looked up at Chase through his lashes. He lowered his gaze to Chase's lips, knowing that now would probably be the time to just go ahead and kiss the other demon before he chickened out. Then, knowing he would most likely end up kicking himself for it later, Brent stood on the tip of his toes and tilted his chin upwards to press a soft, tentative kiss to Chase's lips.

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Chase was getting scared that Brent didn't want to do this and was going to freak out on him. Chase wasn't sure he would be able to handle that. He wasn't the pushiest when it came to these kinds of things. Normally he wasn't the one that started it. He was the one that went with it because he was that side of it. He was the girl of the relationship for the most part.

When Brent's head pulled out of Chase's neck, he was sure that was when he was going to run for it and leave Chase along on the dancefloor. That didn't happen though. Instead Chase caught himself looking into the eyes of the shorter demon. He saw his eyes flicker to Chase's lips and he couldn't help but smile at that. He let Brent reach up and gently press their lips together. Chase let them linger for a moment before turning his head and applying more pressure into the kiss. Chase pulled their bodies together as tight as they could go while they still kissed. Chase didn't think he'd had a kiss like this in well... forever.

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Brent wasn't even thinking about how kissing someone other than Amy was entirely wrong and disrespectful. Because, really, it wasn't - Brent didn't feel bad like he expected. Kissing Chase actually felt right; like it was the one thing that had felt right in a long time. He had to admit that just Chase in general seemed like someone Brent shouldn't push away. Knowing Brent though, he probably would. He had too many secrets and memories for anybody else to get close enough to find out about them. Apart from possibly Bree, although Brent still didn't feel comfortable sharing such private things with her. It was just how he was. Brent hated anybody else seeing any of his weaknesses.


He relaxed his grip on Chase slightly, not in such a panic anymore. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Brent was finally letting himself focus on what was happening right now instead of what was going on inside his head. Brent was slightly hesitant to deepen the kiss but, again, he was doing a lot of unBrentish things today already. Brent wanted to stay like this with his body pressed tightly against Chase's; not feeling so alone anymore. Slowly, the demon swiped his tongue across Chase's lower lip in a silent plea for entry.

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This wasn't like most hook ups, and Chase knew that. He wasn't sure he wanted this to be like most hookups. Brent was kind of different and he liked that. He didn't want it to be just a one night stand that made them both extremely awkward or something. Chase could see them being friends at least. And Chase promised to jam with him. He wasn't about to go back on that promise or something. No way in hell.

When Brent's tongue swiped along Chase's lip, he opened his mouth compliantly with a certain obsequiousness that he wasn't sure where came from. Chase met Brent's tongue with his own almost instantly, staying that way for a while. Not moving, just kissing on the dance floor. It was a good few minutes before Chase realized where they were and figured they should do this here. Chase pulled back, panting slightly at the loss of breath. He moved his mouth to Brent's ear before whispering breathlessly. "Why don't we go somewhere more private."

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Brent really had to wonder why he hadn't just used other people as a distraction from his thoughts before. It was a lot easier and just so much better in general. Brent was a little surprised with how quickly Chase's tongue was there meeting his own but it wasn't as if he minded at all. Brent continued kissing Chase as they stood amongst the other dancers but had clearly long since stopping dancing themselves. Brent only realised that they were in the middle of the dance floor when Chase broke the kiss. He had to hope that nobody he knew was here at the moment or he was sure he would never hear the end of this.

Going somewhere more private was definitely a good idea, Brent decided. And there was no way he was going to offer up his house. The less people that saw that shithole, the better. After seeing Bree's reaction to it, Brent didn't really want anybody else coming round. But it had been pretty bad then; what with the whole Brent lying in his own pool of vomit thing. (Which was never going to happen again, he swore.)

"Y-yeah... your place?"

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Chase's place? That... wasn't a good idea. He didn't have anything for a bed other than a mattress on the ground. He didn't think he deserved anything better, to be honest. it wasn't that he couldn't afford it or anything like that. He actually had a lot of money saved up in his band account. The room dedicated to music proved that one. He had hundreds of CD's. A few odd instruments, and of course his drum set. He actually had two, but his bigger one often wasn't set up. His normal 5 piece stayed up all the time though.

"My place isn't the best place..."

[/b] Chase said, thinking of the embarrassment that would come with Brent seeing the horrible bed he had. He just... didn't think he was good enough to get something better. Not after what happened. He was worthless. Useless. Not worthy of anything good. Those were his thoughts and he wasn't going to change them.

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Something about the look on Chase's face told Brent that he didn't really didn't want them to go back to his place. And, well, maybe Brent's house was slightly more clean than usual since he'd been threatened into cleaning it regularly. Brent kind of failed at cleaning though, never having done in before. Still, Arrière-Train Trou Auberge was in a partly-presentable state. More so than before, although that wasn't exactly hard to achieve. Chase wouldn't really pay that much attention to his house anyway, Brent hoped.

"Neither's mine. But I guess... we could go there. It just isn't exactly..." Now, what was the word he was looking for here? Pleasant? Welcoming? Clean? Normal? "...nice."

That was true enough. The house had definitely seen better days, Brent knew that much. It wasn't entirely his fault that it was damaged and pretty ugly looking now... well, maybe it was but it wasn't like Brent was ever going to admit it. It was still holding itself together anyway, Brent had seen worse.

No, actually he hadn't.

He could imagine that there was a worse house out there somewhere.

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Chase couldn't believe this. They were going to end up going back to his apartment. It wasn't that his apartment was that bad or anything. It was the same as any two bedroom apartment. A kitchen and a living basically connected and two rooms off of that. There was the bathroom that was off the living room as well. It wasn't big or anything, but it was good enough for just Chase. He didn't care about room, or niceness. He had gotten a big apartment when he lived by New York city because he didn't want anything terrible and decided that it wasn't a good thing. More room made Chase feel more alone.

He sighed slightly, trying to hide it from Brent as he took his hands off Brent's shoulders and reached down to grab his hand. "Okay, we can go to mine. Just no laughing at it or anything like that. I won't allow it. Then if you're lucky I'll show you my music room. I think you'll like it."

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Chase didn't seem particularly pleased about going back to his place but it had to be better than Brent's. Well, basically everywhere was better than his own house even now after he'd cleaned it up a considerable amount. Still, there were many more improvements that could be made. All of which Brent wasn't going to bother with. The state of the house hadn't really made much of a difference to Brent who'd grown used to living in such a rotten environment. It just felt a little more pleasant now, that was all.

He let Chase take hold of his hand, both finding it nice and strange. Brent didn't even know why he was allowing Chase to, it was just... easier. "Okay, well, I'm not really gonna be in a position to laugh anyway considering the state of my place." Brent shrugged, "Seeing your music room would be nice though."

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