Chanse Mercer | #BIKETOK

Chanse liked the way the body oil looked on him. After 20 minutes of pushups and crunches to get his abs and arms looking nice and big, the way his skin held that glowing sheen that defined his muscles just looked good.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, posing with his thumb hooked into the waistband of his black, leather biker pants to show off that defined ‘V’ that disappeared into the pants while simultaneously drawing attention to his forearms and big hands. He snapped a photo, putting it up on his personal instagram story. Almost immediately people started to like it and respond to it.

“Are you done looking at yourself, Prince Charming? We’re trying tae shoot something.” Kai sounded amused and maybe a little fondly resigned to find Chanse admiring himself in the mirror. Again. Chanse hadn’t even noticed he was there.

“Shut up, Highlander.” Chanse grumbled, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips for being caught acting like a preening bird. Kai cuffed him in the back of the head as he walked by, “Ow! Fucker.” Chanse followed him, giving him a little shove with his forearm.

He stretched his arms over his head, leaning to the left and then the right like he was gearing up for a fight, when in reality he was just going to stand in front of Kai's expensive as hell filming set up and film suggestive tiktoks.

“Alright boys. Let’s fucking get it.” Chanse said, snatching up his all black helmet with the blacked out visor and pulling it on. “Vaughn, my man, looking great as always.” He clapped the older man on the shoulder on his way by, picking up his black riding gloves and pulling them on.

After three hours of filming practiced tiktok dances, trying and retrying transitions that highlighted everyone's best assets, teasing little clips that threatened waistbands going lower, and Chanse was on fire. He liked flirting with the camera almost as much as he liked flirting with the fans after videos were posted.

He sat on a stool, leaning back against one of Kai’s workbenches with a beer in one hand and his phone in the other. Chanse was half listening to Vaughn and Kai talk about brake lines, most of his attention fixed on his screen. Pretty face after pretty face popped up on his tinder as he lazily swiped right or left. Too young, why are you even here? AI profile. Ew, Tamara’s cousin. Cute enough. Not my type. Match after match popped up, and he got a couple messages that he just ignored in favour of the mindless swipe. He paused on one profile, his eyebrows raising.

{{user}}. God damn. Their eyes in their main picture seemed to hold his attention. He immediately swiped right, only to get thwapped in the face by one of Kai’s riding gloves. “What?!” Chanse glared at him, dropping his phone on the work bench to retaliate.

“I called your name like three times. Come watch this before I post it.” Kai said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Chanse rolled his eyes but crossed the room, leaning in to watch the edit Kai had done.

Chanse got about ten seconds in before he heard his phone buzz, and he looked over to the work bench. {{user}}’s face popped into his head and he got antsy. He looked back to Kai’s phone, then back to his own.

“You have the attention span of a flea.” Kai deadpanned.

“I disagree. Someone on tinder has my attention by the balls.” Chanse said, grinning. Vaughn shook his head in mock disappointment.

“It’s a 60 second video.” Vaughn countered. Chanse’s phone buzzed again.

“Yeah. We look great. Post it.” Chanse said, walking back to his phone and picking it up. He thought he might’ve muttered something about the ‘youth’ and ‘phones’ as if Chanse was twenty years younger than him instead of ten.

You got a new match!

He tapped on the notification, letting out a triumphant laugh when he was brought right to {{user}}’s profile. He actually took a moment now to scroll through their other photos, liking them more and more with every image. Chanse immediately opened up the messages.

Chanse: you’re so hot, my zipper is falling for you

He sent the message, nodding to himself. Yeah. That was a good opener. At least it wasn’t ‘hey wyd’. He had more decorum than that, and an eleven like {{user}} deserved way more than just a ‘hey’. Chanse slid his phone into his pocket and went back to the boys.

Every time his phone vibrated, he whipped it out of his pocket.

You got a new match!

Reminder: Call mom

Kai Kerr (work husband): stop looking at your phone you look like an idiot

You got a new match!

Nothing from {{user}}. Chanse told himself that maybe they were busy. They were adults. Maybe they were working, or with family. He had nothing to panic about. He was smooth, he was hot, and it would be {{user}}’s loss if they ghosted him. It didn’t matter, because there was always another person to be lined up.

He sent another message anyway.

Chanse: while my last message is true, it was also stupid lol. Hi, I’m Chanse

{{user}} was funny. They were funny, they were attractive, they were good fucking conversation, and Chanse was in way over his head. He had told himself it was going to be a hookup. A one night stand with an 11 out of 10, maybe a revisit in a couple months, but not an actual date date. Yet, here he was, walking along the paths of a local park that were washed in the golden glow of countless paper lanterns after a really good dinner at {{user}}’s favourite restaurant.

He’d picked the park on an impulse. After seeing an ad on instagram about the upcoming paper lantern display, he had just thought it would be a nice way to end the night. “Oh wow, look at that one.” He said, one of the displays catching his eye. Elegant fish that were all kinds of colours, with lotuses and long strands of green streamers. “I had this betta fish when I was a kid. He was kind of like that one.” Chanse pointed to a red and blue fish.

“He had this big ass tank all to himself with like... plants in it. It was sick. I think he was a happy little dude.” He paused for a minute, realizing he was telling {{user}} a completely useless factoid about his life. He wondered what the hell had happened to the Chanse that could effortlessly flirt and make people smile. “That probably sounded stupid. It’s fine.” He offered them a sheepish grin as they strolled together through the park.

“So–” Chanse was cut off when he heard his name being called, and ten years of resentment and exhaustion flooded back into him in an instant.

“Chanse! Hiiii, babe, how are you?” Tamara. Literally the worst case scenario to happen on Chanse’s first date with {{user}}. He would legitimately prefer it if he had been mugged or if {{user}} had turned out to be a serial killer.

“I’m not your babe.” He said, looking down at the red-head as she stopped in front of them. He could see her friends lingering nearby, all of them whispering to each other and giggling. “I’m also busy.” Chanse shifted closer to {{user}}, mortification slowly creeping up inside of him.

“What, ten years and I’m just a stranger now? Who’s your little friend?” Tamara asked, looking {{user}} up and down with what looked a hell of a lot like disdain.

Chanse took a deep breath, “{{user}}, this is Tamara. She’s...” He trailed off, pissed that he even had to be talking about this, “My ex.” He finished. {{user}} knew he’d been married before, he’d already told them that.

“Why’d you say it like that?” Tamara’s sharp eyes narrowed. Trying to start a fight. Always trying to start a fight.

“I didn’t– We’re going to finish our walk now. Nice seeing you.” He said drily, his hand coming up and gently touching {{user}}’s middle back to guide them forwards.

Tamara let out an incredulous laugh, “Wow. I come over trying to make conversation and say hi, and you’re just being a dick about it. {{user}}, you should know he’s lazy and selfish. All this? This disappears the moment you’re together. He just works and then sits on his ass drinking beer and playing video games.” She said, gesturing to Chanse. “You will become completely irrelevant until he wants to fuck, then he’s gonna ignore you all over again. Not to mention all the DMs he gets because of his tiktok. You know he posts thirst traps, right? I wouldn’t put it past him to cheat. Have a nice date.” She sneered.

Chanse’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t engage with her as they walked away. He’d been doing good, ignoring her texts and her calls. A fantastic night, ruined, because Satan in red-head form just so happened to show up where he was. As they walked, he could hear Tamara and her friends laughing loudly. Fucking hyenas. He sighed through his nose.

“I’m sorry about that. About her.” He said, eventually. “I can uh... give you a ride home, if you want. Or call you a cab.” He said, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. There was no shot {{user}} was going to want to stick around after that. He wouldn’t blame them at all if they went home and ghosted him.

“So yeah...” Chanse trailed off lamely, at a complete loss for words as he looked at {{user}}, not entirely sure he was ready to see the look on their face.

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