Pogue/Chase
No violence
When Pogue saw Kate with Chase, yeah, he got jealous, but it wasn't because Kate was with Chase and not him, it was because he wanted to be that close to the other boy, but if Kate wanted to be so self-absorbed to think it was all about her, he wasn't going to stop her.
He also wasn't going to stop himself from giving Chase subtle hints and little clues and he definitely wasn't going to stop Chase when he came into his dorm room and had him pressed against his door with his body weight.
"Find me as irresistable as your girlfriend does?" Chase smirked, his hips resting against Pogue's wtih just the right amount of pressure.
"You wish," Pogue murmured, even though his hands were trailing up Chase's sides and his eyes were were shining with want.
"I was looking for you after practice today, where'd you disappear to, hm?" Chase asked, skimming his fingers over Pogue's chest in a way that made Pogue's skin tingle, even though his tee-shirt. "I didn't scare you off, did I? I honestly didn't mean to, the shower next to you was the only one open, I didn't mean to get that close."
"Bullshit," Pogue growled and in two seconds had Chase under him on the bed, scenes of the other boy in the showers running through his head, images of what they could be doing in those showers following.
"Now, now, play nice," Chase smirked up at him.
"I'd rather play dirty," Pogue murmured with a smirk matching Chase's as he kissed down his jaw.
"Yeah.. that could work, too."
"It'd better."
