I slammed him against the wall and hissed into his ear

" Don't do shit like that! It pisses me off when you push me into stuff!" we were in India trying to film a sex teacher and I was NOT into it. I was in one of my moods and couldn't help it! I was just getting angrier as they felt the need to push me. Chris didn't do anything, and he was just there so I could take out my anger. He some what understands because he never says anything, but I always feel bad after. I see the hurt in his beautiful green eyes that contrast perfectly with his tan skin. I just thought that about Pontius? God, his lips are right there!

" Yo! Chris!" Tremaine yelled grabbing Chris and pulling him away from me as I moved in. Damn it! I thought resting my head against the cool medal wall. I'm so fucking possessive of Chris. I can't look away from him and I want to kiss him! I know that makes me gay, but he's so amazingly perfect I can't not love. He listens to me and lets me blow off steam. He lets me cry onto his shoulder and he'll just hold me. We sometimes share a bed and I cuddle up to him and his perfect body when he's asleep. When we wake up we just forget about it. Or at least he does, I remember. I want him and there is no getting around it. He's just so perfect and funny. Every time I try to make a move someone comes over to him and pulls him away! Why can't I just have him? If Chris knew, he's either going to kill me or kiss me and I am willing to take that chance. I watch his hips as he walks away; I love the way they sway slightly and I love his ass. No wonder he wants to be naked all the time. With a body as sexy as his I would be. Well, I guess its not stopping me. I have felt something for Chris since the day I met him.

Flash back (A/N: the first chapters going to have a lot of flashbacks!)

"Hey, I'm Chris Pontius!" said a breath-taking boy who had his hand offered to me. Instead of shaking his hand I threw my arm around him and hugged him. The way he stiffened, I could tell he wasn't one to get close to people. I pulled away but kept an arm around his shoulder.

"Aw yeah man, I'm Steve-O!" I said staring at his face and invading as much of his space as I could. He laughed probably the sexiest laugh I'd ever heard, and tried to pull away subtlety, but I stuck to him. I started to strike up a conversation with him about stunts.

"So man, what was your first stunt filmed for the show?" I asked sitting him down on the step never removing my arm, he was so warm.

" Um, I was tied with duct tape in a thong and put in the back of Knoxville's car. Then he would ask at a gas station something like 'where's the nearest hard wear store?' or 'where could I get some rope'. One time he just said to a guy ' I have a semi-nude man bound with duct tape in my trunk and I need to get him out to the desert to bury him. Where can I find a shovel?' then I would make some noise and they would open the trunk and I would run down the street in a thong and Knox would drive away," he finished with a laugh. I laughed too, but I was really thinking about what he looked like in a thong.

"Yeah that pretty awesome!"

"Well I mean that's my first stunt for the show. I did pranks and stuff when I was a kid."

" Where did you grow up?" I wanted to know more for some reason.

" Oh on a ranch in San Luis Obispo. We had a huge place and lived right across from a bull farm too. We could play all sorts of pranks there. Like naked natives…" he smiled and chuckled at the memory.

"Naked natives…?"

" Oh we'd have family or guests over sometimes and whenever they came in we'd meet them wearing nothing but a belt!" he laughed again. I'm really starting to like that laugh more than I should.

" You should totally do that for the show!" I said pulling him closer so our legs were over lapping slightly and his side was flush up against mine.

" Um. Maybe. The censors may not let it pass," he said nervously, pulling away again. He kept glancing at the rest of them; hoping one of them would need him, which they probably wouldn't. So I kept talking about all the rad stuff I've done and want to do. I could tell he was starting to hate me, but I wouldn't let me grip up. He finally caught Johnny's eyes and conveyed his helplessness. Knoxville came over and asked Chris to go help him lift something. I felt a pang of jealousy when they started joking around and fake pushing each other. I was jealous of their friendship and it set fire to my insides and made my vision go red whenever Johnny touched Chris. I didn't know why, I mean I'm not gay. Right?

Flashback end

That was the day I became possessive of Chris and declared him MINE. I volunteered to do WB because it had Chris staring! I'm a city guy, but I guess now I'm a nature man. I decide to follow Chris and Tremaine and see what they're talking about.

"You shouldn't let him push you around like that, you know," Tremaine sighed patting Chris on the shoulder

" Nah it's fine, he just needs to vent to someone or else he couldn't work on the show as well," Chris replied defending me

" I get that, and it's good and all that he can let it out. What's not good is when it's effecting you!"

" It's not."

" Chris, we all see it! He lets his anger out on you, he tells you his problems, and he's possessive of you! He thinks you're his!" Jeff hisses out. Chris rolls his eyes

" I think he just needs that to cope with issues. It's really not effecting me Jeff, I promise." Jeff sighs and walks away then yells back

" IF IT STARTS TO, TELL ME!" Chris chuckles and I decide it's time for me to apologize.

" Hey Chrissy!" I say walking towards him, flashing a smile.

" Hey man," he says looking down a bit

" I just want to say I'm sorry for freaking out back there. I don't know what got into me and I took it out on you. I'm sorry man."

" It's cool dude," he says smiling at me. I bring him into a hug and he tensely hugs back. I've none Chris for years, but I still don't REALLY know him. He doesn't like to get close to people and talk about what's on his mind. Whenever I pry a bit, he changes the subject. I pull away and look him in his beautiful green eyes and kiss him. I am kissing Chris Pontius. I don't know why or how this happened but my lips are on his soft ones moving my eyes are closed and I am holding him close. Sure we've "kissed" before. Those little pecks on the cheek or on the lips to be funny. They don't mean anything. This is different; I am putting passion and feeling into this. I feel everything in my head just explode in love. He tries to push away, but I pull his close and try to get my tongue in his mouth. He pushes hard and I lose my grip. He looks at me weird, then I realize it's the first time I've seen Chris angry.

"Why?" he asks me in a calm, deep, menacing, yet so sexy voice. Why did I do it?

" I don't know. I think it was just in the moment," I look down and say it.

" You think?" his voice is a little less scary.

" I'd kind of been wanting to do that for a while… and right then seemed like the perfect time to do it. I wasn't thinking." He tensed and then just walked away.