This is not a date
Saturday has few friends, but he does enjoy the company of Chase. The boy is nonthreatening, has fucked a girl before, and is enough like one that Saturday doesn't feel like he's hanging out with a faggot. In fact it makes him feel pretty straight because he finds Chase attractive, yet the thing looks female. He doesn't understand why he wants Chase, he simply does. It feels very natural.
He's also got enough on his plate. He's loyal to Zev expect for when he's desperately wanting to ram Neil's asshole and wipe cum all over his face. So Chase is very much 'just a friend'.
Saturday would feel much straighter if he was aware at all of the little crush Chase has on him. But he's oblivious as well as irrational. Today Chase is invited out to dinner to a gay place in San Fran (Zev's world). He wears a v neck shirt in black that belongs to Zev, black pinstripe pants that look like they came from goodwill, a black coat that goes to his ankles and fits snugly, a black fedora, and a pair of aviators. The bit of skin showing on his face and chest stands out in such smooth white it looks like stone. The longer he's on the shots the harder this is to hide. Black doesn't help. He seems like an angel or a statue in disguise.
He's a waif superstar and combined with the sex coming off Chase in waves and his pretty face that breaks into a smile too easily-- they are far more popular then Saturday expected to be.
Their table is taken up completely of very expensive drinks and the waiter is finding this great fun. each time he brings one over he describes the man that sent it. Saturday has started sending them back instead of ignoring them.
Saturday chews on a straw, not meaning to look suggestive, but deserving the title of ALL TIME COCK TEASE with that and the dismissive attitude. The men here think he came to show them what they can't have. He just likes the egg salad.
"Don't smile at them, for God's sake. If they come over I'm pulling my gun."
He's being pouty with every delivered beverage.
He's also got enough on his plate. He's loyal to Zev expect for when he's desperately wanting to ram Neil's asshole and wipe cum all over his face. So Chase is very much 'just a friend'.
Saturday would feel much straighter if he was aware at all of the little crush Chase has on him. But he's oblivious as well as irrational. Today Chase is invited out to dinner to a gay place in San Fran (Zev's world). He wears a v neck shirt in black that belongs to Zev, black pinstripe pants that look like they came from goodwill, a black coat that goes to his ankles and fits snugly, a black fedora, and a pair of aviators. The bit of skin showing on his face and chest stands out in such smooth white it looks like stone. The longer he's on the shots the harder this is to hide. Black doesn't help. He seems like an angel or a statue in disguise.
He's a waif superstar and combined with the sex coming off Chase in waves and his pretty face that breaks into a smile too easily-- they are far more popular then Saturday expected to be.
Their table is taken up completely of very expensive drinks and the waiter is finding this great fun. each time he brings one over he describes the man that sent it. Saturday has started sending them back instead of ignoring them.
Saturday chews on a straw, not meaning to look suggestive, but deserving the title of ALL TIME COCK TEASE with that and the dismissive attitude. The men here think he came to show them what they can't have. He just likes the egg salad.
"Don't smile at them, for God's sake. If they come over I'm pulling my gun."
He's being pouty with every delivered beverage.