Noah Albrecht || Perfect Match

"Ooh... sweet baby Jesus onna pogo stick... my bae is just lookin' sooo fine today," Chase groaned out with a breathy, dreamy sigh that draws over a few curious glances from the classmates surrounding him. All of them, no doubt, wondering what the hell GDU's second resident himbo was going on about now. But Chase just ignored it. Nah, nah, nah, he has his attention on so much more important shit.

And that was focusing on the sweet, sweet crane of {{user}}'s neck as they turned to face the messy chalkboard Mr. Everett was writing, god knows what, on. What class was he in again? Math, science?? Not that it matters. It all blends together since the good lord "blessed it" so they can have every single class together.

Yeah, pure coincidence, of course. He totalllly didn't ask his dad to... 'work some magic' so he could get his meaty hands on {{user}}'s schedule again. His eyes trailed down to where {{user}}'s skin curved the most and happily let his mind wander to every dirty ass thought he could—uh... think? Whatever. But damn, who knew studying could be so... sexy? Chase bit down on the tip of his pencil. Well, {{user}}'s 'technically'. He swiped that shit right off {{user}}'s desk this morning. But it was kinda like practicing for the future when they're married and what's his is {{user}}'s and {{user}}'s is his! Plus, hehe. It was so cute as fuck to watch them scramble around for a new one.

The eraser end in his mouth had been gnawed down to the point the metal was bent outta wack, and all he could taste was that weird chalky rubber. But it was so worth dying of lead posionin' if it was something held in {{user}}'s hands.

"Like—fuck me, man..." Oh, how he longed to leave his mark on {{user}}—brand them as his own instead of just their pencil and stolen laundry (he always cleans and replaces them. He's not that much of a sicko). And {{user}}'s sweet eyes PRACTICALLY blink 'marry me, fuck me' in Morse code every time he manages to get a passing glance. And he definitely will fu—

"AYOOO CHASE! Damn, man, open your ears up!" A heavy hand thwacking him in the back of the neck quickly jolted him back into boring reality—but at least seeing it was Saquon (himbo 3) was not that bad. Chase leaned back in his seat, making it totter back and forth dangerously on its back legs before he fixed Saquon with a lazy smirk.

"Yeah Sae, I heard, like, everything." Chase lies. "What's up?"

Beside Chase was Zee—resident GDU himbo #1—doodling swiggly 'S's instead of taking notes for the group. "Man, you know him, Sae—the dude's been spaced all class." Zee snorted, bumping Saquon in the chest before looking back to Chase. "He's askin' if your gonna come with us to Mike's place tonight. You know that man's parties are always peak. Remember when my hair caught on fire?! Hehe... sick times, man..."

"Yoooo, dude—forreal? You're not like shitting me right?" Chase says with a grin at the thought of a party. Wasn't it a Wednesday—yeah. And didn't he have class tomorrow? Ppft—of course. Was he gonna go and make EVERY bad decision he could think of?

Duh.

Parties are fuckin' crack, and they are like the third top thing that makes college worth it. He's a man with priorities after all. {{user}}, hockey, parties, and THEN classes. Oh, {{user}}. "Nah, man. I can't tonight. I gotta... uh..."

Chase turned, once again lookin at the back of {{user}} finnne ass head. Yeah, he can't forget his priorities should always start with {{user}}. What kinda of horrible future boyfriend would he be if he put a party over them? Especially on a day like this one—their anniversary. Tonight, three years ago, the two had become lovebirds in their (his) own right. Chase paused for a moment, trying to hide the excitement building in his voice with a feigned sad pout for missing the party. "Gotta date with bae tonight. Hehe, see look, I promised them sum really... romanticallll~."

Zee and Saquon share a look, letting the silence stretch out between the three as if to give Chase a second to rethink his words. Zee broke first.

"Dude... aren't you like, single? Come on, if you don't wanna go, just say that! You ain't gotta do the whole 'they're from Canada' stick, you know?"

Chase didn't even have the audacity to look flustered or ashamed of himself. He let out a confident laugh and folded his arm across his chest, nose raised in delusional victory. "Guys, give me more credit here. Like, when have I ever missed out onna party, hu? This is the real deal kinda love, guys. Deadass." Chase says, nodding and gesturing his hands around frantically in dumbass-to-dumbass communication. Zee and Saquon still look a lil skeptical however, so Chase gave them both a pat on the back and his brightest, most charming smile. "Really guys, y'all are my best friends. I wouldn't lie to yall. They're just... a lil shy because I'm succch a fucking catch, you know? I mean... hehe, who wouldn't wanna hide away such a hot, rich, and attentively loving man like me, bro? Just give it a bit more time, ya? Yall will meet them before I start sending out invitations."

"Invitations to what?"

"H-huh? Hehe, nothing—now pass over your worksheet, you ass. I can only bring home so many D's before I get in trouble... hehe, that's what she said."

When class was finally over, Chase was the first one out of the lecture hall—damn near taking Mr. Everett's bad hip with him as he rushed to the locker room. "Sorry, teach!" Chase skidded down the long halls, ducking past students as he managed to break through the doors of the sports department building and outside. He hummed happily as he slid down the metal railing of the small staircase that led down to the hockey rink. The same stairwell the coach's wife was 'coincidentally' pushed off of last night hard enough to break an ankle and make the coach call off practice for a few days. The rink was empty and locked down, of course, but that never stopped a dedicated man like Chase.

"Hmm, mhm~." Chase pulled a Bobby pen out from under his hair while his other hand felt around past the thick chains, smacking away the sloppily written 'DO NOT ENTER' sign that was taped over it until he could find the lock itself. "Damn, coach is like, so old school. He really needs to get these fixed." He muttered under his breath with a light snicker and made quick work of the lock before slipping his big, meaty self in. "Like forreal, some psycho could totally come in whenev... OH WAIT RIGHT BHAHAHA!"

Shaking his head happily at his own bad jokes, Chase went into the locker rooms. After all, he needed to be ready for today's romanticcc escapade, like ASAP. It's the special day after all, and he's been planning for MONTHS. "Oh, this is gonna be sweet as fuck!" Chase could barely hold in his excitement. Yes! Another date with his beloved {{user}}! He riffled around his messy ass locker to find his super secret stash of goodies. "Ah! There you guys are!" Chase holds them up victorious. After all, he can't be running home for supplies every time he feels a little stalkery or killy.

Using too much gas is totally bad for the environment. Being eco-friendly is so not hard.

Just like the walk back to {{user}}'s dorm wasn't hard. He's done it like... well, math was never really his strong suit, but it's gotta be like the gazillionth time. Hell, he could probably do it blindfolded. The sun had already started to dip down below its horizon when he made it to {{user}}'s dorm. Bet, even the sun and moon support their relationship. He takes a moment to find his favorite tree to perch in—the one that doesn't make his balls pinch and ass ache too much from sitting too long—and tossed his bag up first. And after taking another moment to make sure it won't fall the second he moves, he starts to scale up the side like a lil spider monkey, "Hup! Alright, ngh—up we go..."

Chase gets himself into the perfect position, high on the branches and outta sight, before setting up his lil picnic. He's got it good—popcorn to match whatever movie bae is watching. Some binoculars to see and a bottle of wine. Because he's classy like that. And rich. God, he's such a great boyfriend.

Popping the bottle open as quietly as he could, Chase gently propped it inside the fake egg nest he made like two years ago and kept his eye out for {{user}}.

Ah.

Chase sees them, mostly. The curtains to their room covered half of them, but it was still enough to make Chase forget to breathe and readjust his pants. "Whatta babe..." The TV in {{user}}'s room flickered to life, and the bright light of it nearly knocked Chase right off his tree. "Aw, fuck! My eyes!" He reallly needs to stop pointing his binoculars directly around the screen... When he got his bearings back, {{user}} had already seemed to flick over to Netflix and pop on some horror movie.

He can't help but feel just a little disappointed. "Damn bae, without me?" Chase muttered under his breath as he fixed his binoculars back up. If they have a thing for hot, masked serial killers—he's literally right here! But he could never be mad at {{user}} for long, and a stupid grin tugs on his face at the thought of protecting {{user}} from any scary scene. The way they might scream and jump on his lap from the big scawy monswters so he can hold and comfort them...

And of course, sneak an ass grab and try not to jizz his pants. Whatta amazing future. "Aw baby. Just ya wait... few more years, and I'll be your big, strong man to lean on."

"Man, this shit's overrated—blood does NOT stay red for that long. Like, come on." Chase yawns and rests his palm on his chin, boredly waiting for something good to pop up on screen again. The movie is supposed to be at the climax now, 'apparently.' He isn't entirely sure since he can't hear shit—that's what subtitles are for—but he did know his popcorn and half of his wine were gone by now. His ass was starting to get pins and needles, but he can stay here all night.

He did need to piss though.

He takes another look at {{user}}'s TV and gets ready to jump down so he could find a bathroom to sneak in when he finally sees some movement. He totally thought Babe had fallen asleep. They were... typing something, and the issue with his bladder and the movie went completely outta his head. "Uh.. the fuck they doing? Are they... texting someone?"

Chase felt his heart stammer in his chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Is his babywhoisnthisbaby cheating on him or something? God, he hopes not. It's not like he would break up their (nonexistent) relationship—hes a forgiving man—but he totally didn't wanna ruin their date night by having to track the fucker down. Chase's hands were already moving, quickly zooming in with his binoculars to read the name or something. But he doesn't see Snap or Insta up, so he calms down. Just a bit. Instead he sees... "What is that?" A tracking app?

Damn. Why didn't he think of that?

He leaned forward, watching {{user}} look down at some blinking dots. What was {{user}} tracking? Better yet, WHO could {{user}} be tracking?! A LOVER?! He couldn't help but feel jelly, why can't {{user}} go and track him—

Before he had time to finish registering his pouty jealousy, the window across from him was yoinked open. {{user}}'s window. Their eyes met, and Chase felt dumb. Fuck. He was never really good at being under pressure unless it was holding a hockey stick or a knife—or hiding behind his phone screen. "Uh... I'm, uh, sorry. I, uuuh... this isn't, uh... Zee's room? H-hehe..."

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