Lava Springs, the exclusive country club owned by the Evans family, was preparing for the night. The employees tidied up their areas, and packed up their stuff, ready to go home.
Chad Danforth was the last one left in the kitchen, putting the last of the clean plates into their cupboards, when Ryan Evans walked into the room. Chad was standing with his back against the door, so Ryan carefully sneaked up behind Chad and was just about to put his hands on the dark boy's shoulders to let him now he was there, when Chad started talking.
"You're early." he said without turning around, and Ryan started, believing that he hadn't noticed him.
Chad spun around, grin on his face. "One second." he said to Ryan, holding a finger up, and then turned to the kitchen sink again, reaching for the last plate. Ryan, as Chad was about to notice, apparently wasn't willing to wait that long, taking a step towards Chad, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist, and burying his face in Chad's dark curls.
"Dude, I'm working." Chad said, reaching up to put the plate on a shelf, but at that very moment, Ryan kissed Chad at the back of his neck, sending a shiver up the jock's spine, causing him to drop the plate which fell to the floor with a loud crash and broke into pieces.
"Now what was that good for?" Chad exclaimed, irritated.
Ryan let go of Chad, who turned to face him.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself." Ryan smirked.
"Fulton's gonna kill me for that." Chad said.
"Not if I stop him." Ryan grinned. "It's just a plate, Chad." he added, when he saw Chad was about to protest. "It's not like the time we broke that vase in the spa. Gosh, I've never seen my mom so angry. It was imported from India or something."
Chad burst out laughing, remembering the incident.
"Okay, okay. But still, it was totally unnecessarily." he said, crouching to pick up the broken pieces on the floor.
But Ryan dragged him up again. "Leave it." he said.
Before Chad could say or do anything more, Ryan fiercely pressed his mouth against the dark boy's lips, placing one hand on Chad's back, and the other one behind his neck, playing with his curls.
Chad immediately tossed the porcelain pieces back onto the floor, gripping Ryan's hips and pulling himself closer to the blonde.
Ryan intensified the kiss, twirling his fingers deeper into Chad's hair, tugging a little on it.
Chad moaned, but whether it was from pleasure or because it might've hurt, Ryan did not know. Nor did he care, since Chad slipped a hand under Ryan's shirt, and the blonde boy let out a gasp at the feeling of Chad's warm hand against his bare skin.
Still kissing Chad like a starving lion, Ryan pushed the jock back against the kitchen sink. He then slid both his hands under Chad's blue kitchen shirt.
The jock gasped into Ryan's mouth, and pressed himself harder up against the boy.
And then Chad woke up. Heavy with sleep, he shook his head and rubbed his eyes. It took him a few seconds to catch up.
"What the⦠HELL?!" he exclaimed when he suddenly realized exactly what he had dreamt about.
