AN- I wrote this (duh) and its has an adult scene in it so don't like, don't read. Simple. Also I have furious blushing tendencies when it comes to typing the word naked but not when I'm typing about certain parts of anatomy. An odd person I am. Oh well.

It wasn't that Andrew was a bully.

Well, he was when it came to Chase Lason but besides that, he was as friendly as a kitten. Girls loved, guys were buddy-buddy, and truthfully, there wasn't anyone Drew couldn't get along with…

…except Chase.

Why you ask?

It all started in 3rd grade when Chase got angry with Drew telling him what to do and told him to piss off…

In exactly those words…

Of course, words were exchanged, glue was stuffed down throats and blah, blah, blah…

This is where we are today…

With Chase and Drew glaring at each other…

From across the school lawn.

Before conclusions are drawn though, Chase gets along with a lot of people too. Teachers see his intelligence and love him for his witty repartee. He's not a bad looker either, having chocolate brown hair and golden eyes. He's thin, a track player, who stopped playing the moment he screwed his knee so bad he was almost unable to walk. For some reason that makes him even more loved, something that drove Drew to a more insane anger.

Drew of course isn't any lesser of an athlete. He's quarterback of the football team, and for that has a dozen cheerleaders chasing after him. More girls have fallen for his dreamy blue eyes and short raven black hair then could be counted. Of course, for some reason, that wasn't enough for Drew. He didn't want to have what Chase had, he wanted more then what Chase had.

So he got more then Chase had…

By dating Chase's little sister Chasity…

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Chase snapped. He had approached Drew, who sat out in the mid-table on the school lawn for lunch. Drew let a laugh die on his lips from a friends joke and smirked at a silently raging Chase.

"I'm eating," Drew drawled. "Why? Something against me living now?"

"Don't play coy bastard. You know what I'm talking about."

Drew leaned back in his chair, pulling his arms behind his neck.

"No Chase I don't have the slightest clue. What has made you so bitchy today?"

"Stay away from my sister!" Chase was menacing, looking ready to claw out Drew's eyes. Drew's friend Nick saw this and came around behind Chase, ready to stop him if need be.

"I don't think I will. I like your sister. She's almost the complete opposite of you."

"Don't you…"

"Or what?" Drew taunted. Chase's eyes lit up in rage.

"Or this." Chase lunged at Drew, who stood up and pulled away. Nick saw what was coming and quickly moved to hold Chase back on the ground before he clawed at Drew's neck.

"Hold it Chase, whoa," Nick struggled as Chase fought his way out of his arms, ready for a fight. "Calm down Chase. Jeez, Drew isn't going to do anything. You know that."

"No I don't know that," Chase hissed but calmed anyway. Nick was on the offensive line, protecting Drew during a game; translation-he's huge.

"Here, I tell you what… I'll be there when they go out. You know nothings going to happen to Chasity if I'm there."

Chase glared at Drew who smirked. Drew was getting just what he wanted. Game plan was going smoothly.

"Fine," Chase agreed reluctantly. Nick let him go as he stomped off. He really picked a bad week to quit smoking.

XXXXXXX

That night, Drew picked up a beaming Chasity. Chasity was very much beautiful. She had long chocolate brown hair like her brother's, great big blue eyes, and a clever look to her small face, that read she was always scheming. She was much like her brother without a few major trademarks; smoking, caustic sarcasm, and the mouth of a sailor.

Surprisingly, Chase was no where to be seen when Drew picked up Chasity. He found that a little odd and asked Chasity as she got in the car.

"My brother works. He's been emancipated." Chasity answered.

Drew blinked. "That odd." He turned the car engine on and began driving to a party nearby.

"Not really," Chasity continued. "Not if you know how he is with our dad. Hey Drew, why did you tell my brother this was a date?"

"To drive him nuts," Drew retorted. Chasity gave a smile.

"So what are we doing?"

"We're going to a party." Drew pulled up to a house where blaring music and a dozen bodies were dancing. "C'mon, I want you to meet some people. Oh and just pretend we're on a date. No reason to give your brother time for rest."

Chasity smiled and went along with it. The party was beating, smelling strongly of booze and sweat. Drew practically had to plow through the crowd just to get in. He found his football buddies in a small hang out room were they had established a small table. For the looks of it, they were playing cards.

"Hey guys," Chase said as he took an empty seat and sat down next to Chasity and Nick. "This is Chasity. Chasity this is the guys."

"Hello Gentleman," Chasity smiled as she pulled off her sweater.

"Ah, Chasity." Nick smiled and twitched. Chasity gave him a warm smile before trying to figure out what was going on in the game. Nick quickly leaned behind her to talk to Drew. "How did Chase take it?"

"Wasn't there, so I had no trouble at all," Drew said and turned back to the game. "Cameron what are we playing?"

Cameron was a receiver, who was terribly bad at shuffling cards…

"We're playing go fish," Cameron replied, focusing through platinum blonde hair as he shuffled. He had barely began when a card flew out at him.

"Or fifty-two pick up," Jones noticed. He was a running back, and easily ready to be drafted into college leagues. More importantly, he was a good man many of the team respect and few who knew of what Drew was up to.

Jones took over for Cameron in shuffling while Cameron went around to talk to Drew. "So how is Operation Get-some-hot-ass commencing?"

"Will you stop? You're ruining it." Drew looked over at Chasity who was in a deep discussion with Nick. He smiled simply. Everything was going on perfectly.

Drew sat back and played a few deals of cards, allowing Chasity and Nick to become aquainted. He had known for a long time that Nick had a crush on Chase's little sister but would never go out of his way to talk to her. He was too shy and truthfully, was too respectful of Chase to do so.

Now however, that Nick thought Chasity was Drew's date and there was no harm in talking to her, he was free to find out just how much he liked Chasity.

Yep, this was going to be a breeze…

After a few games of cards, Nick got up and went over to get Chasity something to drink. When Nick was out of earshot, Chasity rounded on Drew.

"Ok, Drew what's up?" Chasity asks. "You bring me here, seeming to hook me up with Nick. I want to know what's going on."

Drew smiles and puts his cards down. "Chasity, I have a thing for your brother."

Chasity raises an eyebrow, astounded not only by his words, but by how easily they flew from his mouth.

"Really? And here I thought you and my brother hated each other," Chasity said. She couldn't believe it. She had watched her brother grow up and not once did she think there was something between him.

"Maybe. He did piss me off pretty badly when we were young, but I'm not ten anymore and I can't show my feelings by pouring sand into your brother's hair."

Chasity smirked. "From what I understand, it seems you're doing just that. But why bring me out here?"

"Well, I was hoping I would get you hear, sweet talk you into helping me, and making Chase extremely mad in thinking I dated his younger sister," Drew explained.

"But you've barely said a word all evening," Chasity pointed out.

"Well yeah, my friend did all the sweet talking for me." Drew smiled. "He has a crush on you. Came simply because of a promise to Chase. Make sure I don't do anything to you."

Chasity gave a faint laugh but she turned serious eyes on Drew once more. "Why do you want my brother? What do you get out of it?"

"He wants a nice shag," Cameron interjects from across the table. Drew flips him off.

"Cam, leave him alone." Jones smacked the back of Cameron's head.

Drew turned back to Chasity, ignoring his friends bickering.

"I can't explain it well, all I know is that of all the people there are in our school and all the people I've ever talked to…" Drew hesitated. He was going to sound so sappy. "… All I want to see smiling is your brother…" He broke of with Chasity's gentle eyes following him. "I think that's good enough for a pursuit right?"

Chasity smiled but said nothing for a long while. Drew didn't look at them, but he knew the entire offence was watching her from above their cards.

Finally Chasity answered.

"I think you might be good for him…" She said. Drew not only felt a weight lifted off his chest, he felt his heart flutter. Not only had she given him a ok, she really approved. Drew smiled a genuine happy smile. "But first of all, is my brother even gay?"

"We're thinking yes miss," Cameron answered. "Bi at least considering his whole bohemian philosophy of fuck you and me too."

"That's what you're going off of? My brother's foul mouth and carefree lifestyle?"

"We were hoping he was but also hoping you could clear it up for us," Drew interjected. Chasity looked thoughtfully for a minute up at the ceiling.

"I don't know. Its not exactly something we talk about," She paused and looked at Drew. "He doesn't even live near me anymore. I only see him at school and as far as I see, he looks asexual."

Drew sighed. It was true, Chase as far as the entire school knows, has only dated one person, and they are no longer speaking… ever it seems.

"Well then we must gayify him!" Cameron announced. Jones gave him a look clearly stating how stupid he thought he was.

"Gayify isn't a word," Jones snapped before winning another round of solitaire.

"We still need your help though," Drew told Chasity. "I can't get into his head as well as you can. Hell, I'll probably just instigate him."

"Well what did you have planned?"

Drew just smiled and picked up his cards. This was going right on target.

XXXXXXXXXX

Chase was a runner. He had spent his life running; running from his dad who wanted him to be just a bit smarter, running from his home to have a life he wanted, running from romances and bad love experiences, so it was easy to say he was annoyed he couldn't run anymore. Injuring his knee limited him a lot. Running on foot was limited to two miles a day and after that he was only allowed on a special machine allowing minimal impact on his knee.

The moment Chase was told he couldn't run anymore, he nearly broke down. His father nearly sang his happiness which was a final straw for Chase. He scorned his father, had him sign emancipation papers and moved out. There had been no words with his dad since, something Chase found he didn't mind.

His dad did send money, which Chase promptly sent back. He almost regretted it when his electricity was shut down. Going to school was much more trying then it seemed and he was thinking of quitting.

Chase however didn't quit and went to school. He was sitting with Rain, his best friend since grade school as they sat eating lunch. Rain could tell he was off in another world all his own. Generally it was about the accident, how he couldn't run out on the track, or how there was one spot reserved next to him that was permanently missing. She could tell though that this wasn't it.

"So I heard your sister has a taste for football players," Rain started up conversationally. Chase's head snapped to look at her.

"Are you talking about Weaver?" Chase said, a dark note raising in his voice. Rain looked at him startled.

"No, but what made you think of him?"

"He took her out last week," Chase said, looking away from her. It wasn't surprising considering Chase had a lot of difficulty looking at Rain these days.

Rain raised an eyebrow.

"Odd, but no I wasn't talking about Drew." Rain sighed. Chase only used last names for people he disliked or didn't want to know. As far as Rain knew, Chase never called Drew by his actual name. "Nick and your sister are apparently an item. They've been hanging out a lot and there are rumors they have a date tomorrow night."

Chase froze. He didn't know what to feel, relief or betrayal. God, he needed to start smoking again…

Chase didn't talk for the rest of the day. He breezed through school and immediately went to the garage he worked at. The men all joked around but Chase could only manage a few small smiles. He disappeared beneath a car first chance he got and didn't come up for air.

"Hey, Chase," Chase sighed as he recognized his boss's voice. "Get up here now, I want to see you."

Chase gave another sigh but did as he was told. Tony, his boss, would have seen Chase's less then good mood today.

"Yeah boss?" Chase asked. Tony was a large man, nearing his sixties but had a solid build in him. As far as old men go, Tony was not one to tamper with.

"Get your ass up here, I wanna talk to ya face to face," Tony said sharply and Chase did as he was told. "Good, now what's wrong? You're never this dedicated to your work, not that I'm complaining."

"Its just a bad day boss and I'm just tired," Chase responded. Tony rubbed his chin and looked at Chase with kind eyes.

"Well maybe you should go home and sleep a bit. I'm sure this and school would wear you out."

"No!… I mean, no thank you." Tony gave Chase a skeptical look. "Please sir I need the money." Tony consider then nodded.

"All right but if you need time off, just ask. I'm not having you get tired and careless." Chase nodded and went back to work. For another three hours he dealt in grease and grime before finally returning to his empty apartment. It was dark and there was no hope for light. Chase resigned himself to take a shower in the dark. He was halfway through when the water shut down.

Chase sighed and leaned against the wall. It wasn't just a bad day… try bad year…

XXXXXX

Drew pulled up into Tony's garage with a confused Chasity in the passenger's seat and her new boyfriend Nick in the back. "What are we doing here?" Chasity asks looking around.

"I'm sorry but my car is barely holding on and I hear this place has the most interesting mechanic," Drew said and pointed to Chase who is talking to some fellow co-worker. Chasity eyes widened and she doesn't wait for the car to stop before stepping out and running to him.

"Chase!" She shouted and almost caught him by surprise. Chase stopped and looked at her strangely. He had never told Chasity where he worked because he knew soon his parents would too.

"Chasity, what are you doing here?" Chase asked in a mix of surprise and happiness. He wasn't sure which he should be feeling right now.

Nick got out of the car as soon as Drew parked. He waves merrily to Chase who stops and stares dumbfounded… then he sees Drew getting out of the car.

"Chasity what's going on?" Chase asked, fearing that instead of just dating Drew, Chasity is his girlfriend.

"Oh, Nick and Drew and I were just going to hang out but Drew said he was having trouble with his brakes." Chasity said. Drew smirked the moment Chase caught his eye, and Chase just narrowed his eyes in return.

"Hey Chase," Drew greeted in a friendly matter which only annoyed Chase more. Chase glared at Drew hoping against odds that he wasn't dating Chasity. He doesn't get to glare long when Nick breaks the intense silence.

"Hey Chase," Nick said turning Chase's attention on him. "Hey um, I hope you don't mind but I'm kinda dating Chasity." He put his arm around her and gently hugged her hoping Chase won't lash out. "That's ok right?"

Chase almost recoiled he was so shocked. He didn't see that coming from anywhere. "Um, sure nick… I guess…"

Chasity rolled her eyes and gave Chase another hug. "Its not like if you had a problem with it I would have broken up with him anyway." She said and kissed him on the cheek. Chase gave a small smile and Drew felt his heart melt at the sight. He wanted Chase to give him one of those looks…

"Hey Chase, you gonna look at my car," Drew interrupted much to Chase's chagrin. He glared at Drew before marching to his car and slamming open the hood. Drew sighed and turned back to his friends giving them weak smiles. "Why don't you guys go without me? I think this might take a while." He winked and got toothy grins from both his friends.

"All right, Drew have fun," Chasity said and let Nick lead her out of the garage. Drew turned to Chase who was staring down at the engine of his car looking thoroughly pissed. Drew prepared himself for a chewing out as he approached Chase.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" Drew asked as he leaned against the car. Chase glared at his car, not bothering to look at Drew.

"You probably have more problems then just your brakes," Chase snapped. "Your car literally smells like shit. If you drive Chasity in this…"

"All right, I get it," Drew held up his hands. "I was doing a favor for Nick and her ok? Neither have cars and I was bored…"

"That's not it dickhead," Chase finally looks at Drew. "You motor is corroded, the engine smells like its burning and there's a lot of rust. Ever hear of an oil change?"

Drew frowned at him, giving Chase all the answers he needed. "You don't know anything about cars do you? Its not surprising considering this car is taped together with scotch." Chase leans over and begins to do something. Drew doesn't try and figure it out.

"So can you fix it?" Drew asked, unfazed by Chase's taunting. Chase sighed and turned back to him.

"You need to pay for some things, like a motor and oil," Chase said, not bothering to hide his annoyance. "Probably have to pay for brakes to cause I have a feeling they're shot to hell."

"Sounds fantastic," Drew smiled and sat up, rubbing his hands together. "When do we get started?"

Chase threw him a look. "What do me mean we? I am going to order the parts right now but you are leaving."

"Well I'm sorry to say this but its not like I can go a lot of places without my car," Drew responded.

"Yes but anywhere else is better then here," Chase said and continues with whatever he is doing. Drew pretended to consider it, but then shook his head.

"Nah, this is loads of fun. I think I'll just hang out here," Drew sat down on a convienantly placed bucket and smiled. Chase looked at him like he had just said he was an alien.

"This is gonna take longer then a few hours Weaver. Probably more like several days."

"Sounds like fun. I get to talk to my bestest bud to pass off the time."

Though talking isn't much of what Chase did. Drew would ask him a question and Chase would grunt. It did Drew fine because he got to reminisce about the old days when he would want more then what Chase had. Now he wanted Chase. It was funny in an ironic way.

"What's so funny?" Chase asked when Drew laughed. Drew looked at him, not missing a beat.

"I'm just surprised by how much your ass looks like Veronica Miller's," Drew replied. Chase stopped and stared at Drew, somewhat disturbed.

"Don't go fantasizing about my ass Weaver," Chase warned. "I'm not a girl."

"I'm completely aware of that," Drew answered. Chase excepted it so Drew kept pushing. "Doesn't mean your ass isn't somewhat girlie."

"Weaver, I am not getting into an argument with you about how manly my ass is," Chase snapped. "Just don't look at my ass ok? Problem solved."

Drew however, did not do that. Instead he stared at Chase's ass, somewhat fixedly trying to somehow annoy Chase. Chase eventually sighed and said, "Why are you still staring at my ass?"

"Who says I am?" Drew asked. Chase fully turned to look at him.

"Because you're being quiet and I can just hear you staring," Chase snapped. Drew smiled.

"You must be really in tune to hear me staring," Drew teased.

"So you don't deny it?"

"I told you, your ass reminds me of Veronica Miller's."

Chase growled but resigned. "Fine just don't molest me."

Drew smiled. "Like having your ass stared at?"

"No, but its not like I can legally gouge your eyes out can I?" Suddenly Chase pulled something out of the engine. "There got the motor. Tomorrow I put it under a jack and deal with your brakes." Chase wanted to add stupid before brakes but fought the childish urge. He was always like this with Drew.

Drew didn't move, something Chase expected automatically. They both stared at each other, almost in an unspoken staring contest. Finally Chase glared at him. "Aren't you going home?"

"Aren't you?" Drew asked. Chase looked at him like a special person.

"Yes but you should leave first."

"Why? So you can kick me in the ass as I'm leaving?"

"Between the both of us, I am less interested in your ass then you are in mine," Chase ground out. Drew laughed and stood up. Chase was relieved, glad he was leaving but Drew just stood in front of him.

"Where do you live?" He asked. Chase immediately straightened up.

"Is that any of your business?"

Drew shrugged. "It is now. Get your stuff."

Chase just stared at Drew like he said he wanted to practice cannibalism. "Weaver are you feeling ok?" Chase asked checking Drew's eyes to see if they're blood shot. "Are you doing drugs or something?"

"No, now go get your stuff." Drew said, dead seriousness written on his face. Chase just examined him, ready to burst out laughing or something and say this was a joke or dare or something.

"Did you lose a bet?" Chase asked.

Drew growled in annoyance. "You really think I could face Nick or Chasity if anything happened to you that I could prevent? Nick would be heart broken, Chasity would be heartbroken and I would have to deal with a couple of crying fuzzy teddy bears so go… get… your… stuff."

Chase didn't do it right away. He finally accepted the excuse and went off to grab his back pack. He was really interested in what had got into Drew. Before in grade school, they never got along and were at each other's throats. It lasted all the way to high school when suddenly Drew got silent with him. They hardly spoke and when they did it was to snipe. Now it was almost friendly. Chase sighed and shrugged. Maybe this was just growing up; people just get more maturity.

Drew followed Chase all the way home, making comments about him and allowing for banter. Chase thought he was trying to start a fight but he would just laugh when Chase would give a sarcastic comment.

Finally, at Chase's apartment building, Drew was about to head of the steps when Chase held out a hand to stop him.

"Um, what are you doing?" He asked. Drew looked at him like he was stupid.

"Walking you home… all the way home," He said. "I thought we established this?"

"Yes well, I'm outside my apartment. Honestly is something happens within my apartment and here I had it coming." Chase said. Truthfully, he didn't want to let his rival not rival to see he didn't have electricity or water. He was sure they would start sniping about it and right now, well it was kind of nice not fighting for a change.

Luckily Drew didn't press it. He sighed and backed off, smiling as he left because he had taken Chasity's advise to heart.

Pick your battles XXXXXXXXX

Drew sighed as he entered the garage. He was wondering if Chase would even be there considering Chase wasn't at school at all today. Sure enough he found familiar van shoes under his car along with a voice singing a song.

"What the hell are you singing?" Drew asked, and took a seat next to Chase. He didn't see Chase's face but he saw him instantly tense.

"Its called bohemian rhapsody," Chase snapped. "Better then what? Brittney spears?"

"I have never listened to Brittney Spears," Drew growled.

"Oh my bad. What is it then? Chris Brown? Ludacris?"

"I like hard and punk rock."

There is a moment of silence while Chase considers.

"Well I guess you can't be completely flawed."

Drew smiled but didn't let on. After a while of silence, Chase continues his singing something Drew likes. Either he doesn't care enough for people to talk about his singing or he's comfortable enough for Drew to hear him. Either way suits Drew fine.

"Were you ever in choir?" Drew asked, because truthfully Chase is a good singer.

"Yes, but the woman who ran it was a bitch and apparently wasn't woman enough for that to be said to her face," Chase said. Drew chuckled when finally, Chase's grease laden face appeared and he glared at Drew.

"What the fuck do you do when you're driving?" He asked. "Honestly, I'm surprised the transmission hasn't magically fallen out of your car by now."

"I take it that means I need new brakes," Drew said. Chase glared and shook his head.

"No it means you need a new car," Chase said and stood up. "This piece of crap is gonna fall apart. I mean, seriously, your gas cap is being held on by chewing gum."

"It was cheap," Drew shrugged. Chase just glared harder.

"You are not driving my little sister in this," Chase announced. Drew smiled while Chase had his back turned. He would much rather walk Chase home anyway. Chasity had Nick.

"All right, I have to wait for the parts to come in which should be at least a week," Chase said. "I guess that means I won't…"

"Are you going to the party tonight?" Drew asked, effectively ending Chase's sentence. He stopped and stared at Drew.

"What party?" He asked almost regretting it as soon as it came out of his mouth. "I mean, no I can't. I have to get up early tomorrow." And it was true. He did have to get up early tomorrow.

Drew doesn't let an ounce of disappointment show. Instead he gets up and waves to Chase. "Well I guess I'll see you at school," He said as he left. Chase didn't say anything back but wondered why on earth they were suddenly talking to each other at school.

XXXXXXXXXXXX

Drew didn't see Chase for several days at all. He tried not to but he couldn't help but be worried. Being in football now, he couldn't find time to visit Chase at the mechanic's shop. One night, he sat there wondering about it, and debating on whether he should visit Chase at his apartment. Instead he decided to clear his head by going for a morning jog.

Drew found himself at school around five thirty, just when no one was there yet he could get in through a forgotten vent on the football field. He was surprised to see the vent was already opened which could only mean somebody was already in. Feeling curious, Drew went down and followed the vent to the locker room where a steamy mist was rising off of the showers.

In the showers resonated a familiar voice singing a familiar song. Drew didn't hope to dream until he stood just outside of the showers looking at Chase showering.

Despite not being able to run or anything, Chase had retained all of his lean muscle from his constant running. Drew was a little surprised at seeing a guy who wasn't bulky but found the change of view pleasant. He decided he had ogled Chase enough and cleared his throat.

Chase spun around nearly losing his balance. "Weaver! Shit you scared me!" Chase said and took a deep breath. Drew felt a tiny bit of annoyance that Chase was still referring to him by his last name. "What are you doing here?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing," Drew said raising an eyebrow. "Especially considering you haven't been at school the past few days."

Chase looked away looking solemn. It was a face that was foreign to Drew. Finally he said, "I had things to do."

"So you'll be here today?" Drew asked noticing large spots of car grease on the shower room floor. Chase looked up at him and turned off the water.

"If I'm not, is it any of your business?"

Drew felt well enough annoyed by those words. He thought they had gotten past that part of the relationship.

"Will you still be making such a snarky comment to me if I tell your sister," Drew asked. Chase wrapped a towel around his waist and glared venomously at Drew.

"You have no right to tell her!"

"Apparently I do." Chase shook his head and walked out of the showers going to his clothes. "Chase you haven't dropped out of school have you?"

Drew got the answer he wanted when Chase stood up and tensed. A wave of anger and sadness hit Drew. Chase sensed and snapped, "Its none of your business."

"Yeah, it is you asshole," Drew scowled back. "I didn't ever think you could be so dumb to do something like this!"

"Shut up, Weaver!" Chase shouted pulling on his clothes. "It's not your problem Ok? Its my life and I'll do whatever I want so fuck you!"

Drew stepped back and clenched his jaw. He and Chase stared at each other for a long time before Drew turned around and left the locker rooms. He knew just how to deal with this…

XXXXXXXXXXX

Chase had spent overtime working at the shop and when Tony got suspicious he got another job. After two weeks he was finally able to pay for his electricity and it looked like he would be able to get water as well. It was good because he was tired of getting up at the crack of dawn to take showers at the school.

When the parts for Drew's car came in Chase decided not to tell Drew he was working on his car. Somehow though, his plans were foiled when Drew walked in that day anyway. Chase willfully ignored him.

"You shouldn't drop out of school Chase," Drew said after a moment of silence.

"What are you my father?" Chase snapped. "I told you its none of your business."

Drew was silent before replying angrily, "It is my business."

"And how does that work out?"

Drew took a breath and calmed himself. He was a little tired of defensive Chase.

Chase continued to work on the car for the rest of the time in silence. Drew waited patiently. Chase knew it would be another three days work but didn't say that. He grabbed his bag and headed out, aware Drew was behind him.

What he wasn't prepared for was for Drew to wait until they were alone and slam him against the wall. Chase grumbled when his back hit the wall but sneered at Drew.

"What are you going to do? Beat me until I agree with you?" He snapped. Drew didn't look angry or even perturbed. He looked at Chase with the most concerned eyes and Chase felt his whole defense melt away. It was enough so Drew leaned forward and pressed his lips against Chase's.

Chase wasn't sure what to do, so he gaped stupidly. Drew pressed on and pushed his tongue inside of Chase's mouth. Chase cried out and pushed Drew away, thinking that he was enjoying that a little too much.

"What the hell are you doing?" Chase said trying to get out of Drew's arms. He didn't like the game Drew was playing and it was no longer funny.

"I'm seducing you," Drew announced before running his hand to Chase's hip and leaning over to suck on an earlobe. Chase went to stop him from going to far with his hands before being caught by surprise with his lips. Drew kissed around Chase's jaw ling enough before Chase moved away from him and the wall.

"What the hell… That wasn't funny Andrew!" Chase snapped. Drew smiled a genuine smile.

"I'm not laughing… and that was the first time you used my first name," Drew said, clearly pleased. Chase looked shocked like he had realized it too. "I should kiss you more often."

"So what? You think I'm an easy fuck or something?" Chase scowled. Drew advanced on him.

"Don't you think if I wanted to get in your pants I would try somewhere more secluded?" Drew said raising an eyebrow. Chase began to back away from him. "I kissed you for many reasons; one, you asked me why it was my business and now it definitely is. Two, trying to get through to you is like trying to break through fort knox, and three, to make sure you were gay before I told anyone we were dating."

Chase's mouth fell open and Drew smirked. He had remembered Chasity's words of wisdom and didn't know how to use them until now.

Chase might have to be forced so wait when his defense is down and go after him. Also don't give him a second option 'cause he'll always take it.

There was silence between the two of them for a long time with Chase sputtering words that couldn't quite fit together. Finally he said, "We are not dating!"

Chase could have hit himself. Of all the things he should have denies that wasn't the first… then again, maybe it should be.

"You're right, we're boyfriends now," Drew said. Chase glared at him.

"No, no we are not! I'm not going out with you!"

"Too bad cause you are."

"What the hell," Sputtered a frustrated Chase. Drew found himself enjoying frustrated Chase. He looked so vulnerable right now and he was actually talking about it. He'd take that to closed-up-and-locked-up-tight Chase any day.

"Andrew you don't tell people their in a relationship. You ask them into a relationship. Maybe this is new for you…"

"No, because dating an insanely smart and stubborn guy who happens to be your rival tends to break those social norms. So I'm telling you, you are in a relationship with me."

"Whatever. You used to bully me in grade school, now your bullying me into a relationship?"

"Yes," Drew smirks at Chase who is getting frustrated.

"I'm sorry but being bullied into a relationship is a good way to end up being bitch-slapped by your partner."

"I'm not smacking you into a relationship and I never will. You just already are so deal."

"God freakin'… Jesus! What is wrong with you? What are you trying to prove?"

Drew frowns. "I'm not trying to prove anything." Drew took a step forward and Chase took a step back, ending him up against another wall. "I want to go out with you, but you see trying to get you to go out, hell even notice me, is the equivalent of herding a bunch of cats." Drew again blocked Chase against the wall and leaned in, only inches away from Chase's face who's looking more and more helpless. "So I'm doing the unconventional things and if that means I have tell you you're in a relationship with me then I'll do it." He held Chase close and brought his lips just above Chase's pulse point. Blowing a soft stream of air over the exposed flesh, Drew was delighted when he heard Chase's breath catch.

"Apparently this is working," Drew smirked against the skin before kissing it. Chase gasped when he felt a tongue slide along his neck, probably leaving a hickey. He didn't like this; he felt vulnerable to someone he wasn't sure he could trust. For some reason though, Chase didn't stop Drew from getting well acquainted with his neck. Drew noticed this and went in towards Chase's lips, pressing his tongue in.

Finally Drew moved back, watching as Chase caught his breath. He smiled and ran a thumb across Chase's swollen lips. Before Chase could get back his fighting face, Drew left with all smiles. He couldn't believe he had managed to make out with Chase Lason.

Chase on the other hand wasn't sure what he should do. Part of him wanted to beat the shit out of Drew and the other part… well he couldn't get in contact with that part yet. It was to foreign and fuzzy for him to understand.

He did, however, understand that there was an envelope in his pocket and it wasn't there before Drew tried to feel him up.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"You… WHAT?!" Chase yelled not bothering to keep his voice down. He had cornered Drew after the end of his practice in the locker room fully intending to give Drew back the money that was forced on him. Now Drew dropped the bomb.

"Will you calm down?" Drew groaned. Chase stared at him, mouth agape, ready to burn holes through Drew's head with his glare.

"I can't believe you did that! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"With all do respect Chase, I didn't drop out of school," Drew retorted and Chase drew back, though he did not lose his malice.

"So what? That gives you the right to tell me what to do? That gives you the right to tell my family? Fuck you!" Chase threw the envelope at Drew and turned to leave. Drew quickly took hold of Chase's arm and yanked him back towards the showers.

"I'm not telling you what to…" Chase threw Drew a withering glare which stopped him midsentence. "All right fine, I am telling you what to do, but only because your being really stupid right now."

"Its my life to be stupid with," Chase hissed and tried to leave. Drew would have none of it though and pushed him back to the wall, but not so much as to hurt him.

"What happened Chase?" Drew asked seriously. Chase stared at him not entirely sure what they were talking about. "An argument with your father about not being able to run isn't reason enough to move out of the house so what did happen?"

Chase set his jaw and went tense, a sign he was thinking about what to say next. "It was the straw that broke the camel's back," He muttered but Drew wasn't buying it.

"Chasity said you didn't hurt your knee like everyone thought," Drew persisted. "She doesn't know what happened but she said she wasn't allowed to see you the week you hurt your knee. She also said that when she did see you, it looked like you were beaten up, so what happened?"

"I got stupid Ok?!" Chase finally shouted. "I got stupid and now… I don't even want to live…"

Drew froze in shock. Of all the things he expected that wasn't one of them. Jolted by his feelings, Drew shook Chase by the shoulders hard.

"I swear if you ever say anything stupid like that again, I will beat the shit out of you," Drew threatened. Chase looked up, with an angry frustrated look on his face. It was getting to the same frustration he had the day Drew kissed him which was much needed.

"What the hell..? You are such a goddamn meddling bastard, honestly!" Chase snapped.

"Its about your friend isn't it? Jason," Drew said. "I heard he got hurt."

Chase tensed, but not in the way he does when he's thinking but the way he does when a nerve is struck. "And what do you know about Jason?"

"Other then he's been suspended and you haven't talked to him in forever," Drew said. "You honestly think I wouldn't notice my crush isn't hanging out with his best friend? What happened?"

Chase didn't answer just looked away with a solemn look in his eyes. Drew didn't push him right away, he knew that he was bringing up some sad memories and he would have to be patient. Finally Chase spoke.

"Jason wasn't suspended. He's homeschooling while he has his spinal surgery." Chase said. "We were driving one night. Both Jason and I had something to drink. We were celebrating a win… Jason was driving. We were going to fast, laughing to much when he hit a speed bump. The car flipped and smashed into the ground." Chase's voice broke up as he spoke. "Neither of us could walk at first. The dashboard destroyed my knee, but Jason still can't walk. He's paralyzed from the waist down."

"So why haven't you gone to see him?" Drew asked. Chase was fighting back tears.

"Because I can't face him," Chase snapped. "I can't… it should be me that's having a dangerous surgery, not him. If it weren't for my stupid running…" Chase didn't want to look at Drew anymore, who just looked more angrier by the minute. Finally, Drew pushed Chase against the wall hard, leaving Chase startled.

"You stupid dumbass," Drew hissed before pressing his lips against Chase in a bruising punishing kiss. When he pulled away Chase gasped and tried to get away from him but Drew held him tight around the chin. "I can't believe how dumb you're being." Drew kissed him again forcing his tongue in Chase's mouth. "I'm not going to let you ruin your life for that."

Chase grabbed on to Drew's arms, clutching them and hanging for dear life. Drew pulled away after a minute but wrapped his arms around Chase. Chase was so shocked by the sudden change of emotion from Drew he almost shoved him away.

"Bipolar much?" Chase asked. Drew didn't answer just kept holding on to him.

XXXXXXXX

The next few days were hectic. Chase went kicking and screaming all the way, eventually locking Drew out of his apartment. Everytime Drew kissed him it became a battle with Chase telling him he had no right. Drew resorted to making Chase feel guilty so Chase finally agreed to go see how Jason was doing. He made a big deal about not actually seeing Jason just asking how he's doing. Drew was already in the car thinking of a way to sabotage that plot.

It didn't take much.

Jason was sleeping in his hospital beds, surrounded by peeping machines. He was passed out so it was easy to get Chase in the room. Drew could see Chase was having a hard time not breaking down and running away, and he respected him for standing his ground.

Chase didn't leave at all though. Eventually he pulled up a seat and sat next to Jason's side. He didn't get too close however, almost like he was afraid of Jason jumping up and beating on him.

After thirty minutes, Jason finally stirred. Chase looked like he wanted to run but Drew was holding firm to the doorway. Jason's eyes peeked open and at first he saw Drew before seeing a very wide eyed Chase.

"Chase?…" Jason said, his voice weak. Chase sat up alert. "I thought… you were mad at me? What brings you here?"

Chase looked startled and blurted out, "Why would you think I was mad at you?"

"I hadn't seen you for so long, and it was me who was driving," Jason said. Chase looked lost, unsure about what to say before smiling and leaning forward.

"I'm sorry," Chase whispered and took hold of Jason's hand. Jason smiled and squeezed Chase's hand slightly.

"I think… I get it," Jason said. "But uh, hey what's with Andrew Weaver standing in my hospital room?"

"We're dating," Drew announced. Chase spun and glared at him.

"No we're not," Chase informed Jason. He looked back at Drew and added, "Jackass."

XXXXXXXX

Chase agreed to come back home after Jason had his surgery. He didn't talk to Drew for a long time, something Drew found extremely annoying.

"Its not like we were dating or anything," Chase snapped. They were standing outside during lunch time. Chase had all his books open, ready to catch back up. Rain found it strongly amusing how Drew and Chase acted towards each other.

"You're right, we're in a relationship," Drew said. "How many times are we going to go over this?"

"Fuck you."

"Yes please."

Chase threw Drew a dirty look, one that almost had Rain rolling on the floor in laughter. "You're such a controlling jackass aren't you? Just want someone to bitch and boss around."

"If I wanted that, I would have picked an easier target then you," Drew stated. He turned to Rain who was all smiles. "Seriously, he's the most stubborn person on the face of the planet. That is, unless you kiss him. Kissing apparently breaks down all the barriers."

Chase threw his text book at Drew's head who nearly didn't catch it.

"I am not going out with you," Chase snapped. Drew just smiled.

"You already are," Drew said and stood up. "I'll see you after school."

Drew left leaving a fuming Chase staring at the grass.

"He really likes you," Rain observed. Chase glared at her.

"That doesn't mean the feeling is mutual."

Rain laughed and moved closer. Since Drew had been 'bugging' Chase, Chase had been a much better friend, back to the way he once was. He would finally look at her. It came at a price though when Chase broke down and told Rain how sorry he was. Rain had held a crying Chase that day.

"Chase, its ok if you like him," Rain said. "This isn't Brandy from freshman year. He's not going to hurt you."

"How do you know?"

"Because Jason already threatened that if Drew hurt you he would cut his balls off and sell them on ebay, and that's a direct quote." Chase gave Rain a weak smile and went on doing his school work. "Hey Chase, you didn't have sex with him yet did you?"

Chase felt his cheeks redden and stared scandalized at Rain. "No, why would you ask something like that?"

"Oh c'mon Chase, we're all horny teenagers and your saying you haven't done anything with Drew?"

"He molested me and that's it." Chase snapped turning back to his pages.

Rain smirked. "Did you like it?"

"Yes, but…"

"But what…?"

"I don't know Rain," Chase sighed in exasperation. "It's a little weird ok? He used to shove dirt up my nose and I… well I still tell him to fuck off…"

"Which explains him being so forceful," Rain said. Chase raises an eyebrow at her. "Well, would you give him a chance if he came at you the normal way?"

"Yes… maybe… fine no," Chase stalled then sighed. "Ok I get it. I'll talk to him after school."

Rain didn't fully trust Chase so she followed him as soon as the bell ring. She made Chase stand in front of Drew's car and as soon as he was in sight, she took off.

"Hey Chase, Rain force you to come?" Drew asked, while taking out his keys.

"Fuck you," Chase hissed, wanting nothing more then to flip off Rain for deserting him.

Drew smiled and opened his car. He had gotten rid of his old one the moment he found out about Chase's accident. He knew there was no way he was taking out Chase in a car Chase clearly found unsafe. Chase had noticed this and it was the only reason he didn't beat the shit out of Drew.

"C'mon Chase," Drew said gesturing for Chase to get into the passenger's seat. Chase for once, didn't complain but did so grudgingly. He would never hear the end of it if Rain found out.

"I heard Jason threaten you," Chase asked as the car was turned on. Drew pulled out of the school driveway before answering.

"Yes he did," Drew said. "I would think less of him if he didn't."

"You think less of my friends?"

"No I don't," Drew rolled his eyes. "You're just trying to pick a fight."

"Well I'm trying to think about what's in this for you," Chase said examining Drew thoroughly. "Why the hell did you all the suddenly decide of all the people you could fuck with, it had to be me?"

Drew smiled. "Do you really want to know?" He asked mischievously. Chase didn't like that tone of voice.

"Um no."

"Oh c'mon, you know you want to."

"You can tell me."

Drew opened his mouth to argue but didn't make it. He pulled into his driveway, where a nice two story white house sat.

"You should already know by now that I'm not gonna smack you around," Drew said as he stepped out of the car. "I mean, your not exactly a perfect victim."

"Well its nice to hear that," Chase says as he follows Drew into his house. "But that doesn't mean I want you…" Drew suddenly yanks Chase into his house by the arm and slams the door shut. Within a minute, Chase is being pinned to a wall with Drew's tongue in his mouth.

"Drew," Chase moaned and pushed him off. He caught Drew's eyes dilated with want. It was almost lust in those eyes, something Chase was terrified of. "Drew, we…"

"…Are making out? I know," Drew said and went in to Chase's neck. He remembered a few months back when he had given Chase a hickey and was determined to do it again.

"I remember saying you could tell me," Chase gasped. "This isn't telling."

Drew slid his hands under Chase's shirt feeling the soft skin and hard muscles. He wanted nothing more then to take the shirt off and fully appreciate Chase. "This make come as a shocker Chase," Drew rasped. "But I actually like you. I like how it was a struggle to get you to do anything. I like how you never give into anything right away." Drew attempted to pull of the shirt and was glad when Chase allowed it. "I like how making out with you turns you into a complete whore… omph…"

Chase had pulled away, smacking Drew in the stomach. "Mood killer." Chase said but his eyes let on he knew Drew was kidding. Drew quickly came up to him and pressed him into a demanding kiss.

As they continued to make out, Chase currently now shirtless, Drew didn't think it would be good to go further in his entry way. With difficulty he managed to maneuver Chase up the stairs and into his bed room.

"My shirt is still downstairs," Chase informed Drew.

"Good," Drew answered clearly stating, I don't care. He moved away from Chase and began to search through a pile of clothing on the floor. Chase watched him and lifted an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" Chase asked. Drew didn't answer him just got up with something black in his hand. Chase didn't have time to make it out before Drew was behind him, sucking on his neck.

Drew smiled when Chase moaned and allowed him to continue. He felt so good about himself that he was being allowed. Despite how stubborn Chase was to admitting anything, he never let anyone force him into anything. He pretended that he did, but everything Drew had done for him was just edging Chase into what he already wanted. Drew knew that if Chase really didn't want what was coming up, he would stop him.

Chase moaned and leaned into Drew's body. The heat radiating off him was delicious. He was so intoxicated he didn't notice Drew draw up a piece of black cloth and wrap it around his eyes. When he did notice, Drew had already perfected the know. Chase's hands immediately went up.

"Relax," Drew whispered as he took hold of the hands. Yes Chase was never forced but that didn't mean he didn't need a push every now and then. Drew pushed Chase's hands to his sides and let one of them wander up. As one of his hands pinched and groped, Drew let his other hand fall to Chase's pants. He deftly undid the button and pulled them down before Chase noticed he was being undressed.

"Drew!" Chase spun around and leaned against Drew. Drew caught his hands and held on to him, gently trying to comfort him.

"You can stop me, you know that," Drew whispered. Chase nodded his head. "But I'm not going to deny the things I want to do to you." Drew pushed Chase back, letting his knees fall on the bed before Chase fell back.

Chase laid there, with Drew's hand on his chest. Drew could feel the strong steady heart beat beneath his fingers and smiled. He also had a beautiful view, even more beautiful because Chase was aroused and much more vulnerable then in the shower. He seemed to sense this and put his hands on top of Drew's, fidgeting slightly.

"Did you just get me naked so you could stare at me?" Chase asked. Drew smiled but didn't take the hint to heart.

"You're beautiful," Drew said gently. Chase's face flushed and he tried to get up. Drew just pushed him back down and straddled him. "You're still being really stubborn. Do I have to tie you to my bed to fuck you?" Drew leaned in to catch Chase's mouth in a kiss. Chase moaned because Drew was making him feel like a simpering virgin with his tongue, something that he was neither. He wanted to wrap his arms around Drew but found his hands locked in a tight grip.

Drew took advantage of Chase's immobility and went down his body, flicking his tongue teasingly over a collarbone. He went lower taking a nipple into his mouth as Chase arched up into his mouth. Liking the reaction Drew did it again only to get the same result. "I like it when you do that," Drew said before moving lower and tonguing Chase's belly button. Chase gasped and moaned, trying to break free of Drew's hands but it didn't work.

Suddenly, Drew was gone and Chase was unceremoniously flipped over. He got up onto his knees before feeling a naked chest against his back. Drew rested his hands above Chase's, effectively holding him down. Chase felt something trace along his back in a set pattern and knew what was going on.

"This is from the crash isn't it?" Drew said, using a finger to trace the crescent shaped scare on Chase's back. Chase nodded. Drew traced it for a bit longer before kissing it chastely. Chase moaned and arched his back. With his sight gone everything was a surprise and everything felt much more sensuous. Drew was effectively perfecting his ambition of turning Chase into a whore for him.

Drew let his hands run along Chase's sides while he licked his way down his spine. He ran his hands along Chase's ass before pulling the cheeks apart. Chase's breath faltered and he started to feel his heart beat irregularly.

"Drew what are you doing?" Chase asked. Drew didn't answer. Instead Chase got to feel a hot muscle invade him in the most private of areas. "Ahh!"

Drew thought he might be drawing too much enjoyment from this but at the moment he didn't care. Chase clenched so erotically around his tongue, he was almost bursting with arousal. He didn't let up though and continued to work Chase open. Wanting to get another delicious scream out of Chase, he pulled back before plunging his tongue in. Chase gave a shout and reached for the headboard in front of him. He held it tight, trying to ground himself from Drew's onslaught.

Finally Drew moved back, and reached for something in his drawer. A second later, Chase felt something pinch around his erection, causing his breath to hitch.

"Drew, what…" He gasped but was silenced when a finger was pushed into him.

"I haven't heard you sing for a while," Drew muttered, working Chase open gently. He leaned over so he was right next to Chase's ear. "You don't get to come until you sing my name on the perfect note," Drew whispered huskily, sending an strong wave of heat through Chase. Drew removed his fingers and lined up himself to Chase's body. In one fluid motion, Drew sunk into the tight hot body that belonged to Chase.

Chase cried out and trembled as he tried to hold himself up. Drew's cock was pulsing in him, and he wasn't sure whether he should feel pleasure or pain. Drew gave him a few minutes to adjust before drawing out and pushing back in. After a few tries Chase cried out even louder when a pulse of arousal spiked through him. Drew smiled and repeated his earlier actions getting the same result.

Drew quickly found his orgasm was fast approaching. Chase's ass was tight and add that to his violent shudders of having his prostate hit was making it almost painful. Still he held out, because for all of the erotic moans and gasps coming from Chase, he had yet to sing his name.

The process did need to be sped up, so Drew reached over and grabbed Chase's cock and began to stroke it. Chase's body bowed in an arch as he let out a loud moan.

"Drew," Chase said. Drew smiled into his shoulder and gave it a kiss.

"Close baby but no cigar," Drew said before thrusting hard into Chase's body.

"Ah, Drew!"

Drew smirked and tugged on Chase's erection hard. "Ah, Drew! Please," Chase begged which almost made Drew come. Chase, stubborn, 'I won't go down without a fight' Chase, was begging Drew. That was hot all by its self.

Added that fact he was making Chase beg while they had sex was mind blowing… literally.

Drew knew Chase was ready. He could feel Chase tighten around him. He kept thrusting though, fighting off his growing orgasm and tugged harshly on Chase's cock.

"Drew!" Chase cried out after a particularly hard thrust. Drew couldn't hold it much longer and released Chase's erection. Almost immediately Chase's body arched as he came harshly. Drew followed him and rode out both their orgasms until he couldn't go on. He collapsed on Chase, trying to regain his breath but taking in the scent of Chase and the sex he just had with the person he most wanted.

"You really do just want someone to boss around," Chase teased. Drew smiled and kissed his shoulder before pulling out and lying next to him.

"I gotta think of more ways to get you to beg me like that," Drew thought outloud. "That was hot." Chase reached and grabbed the cloth surrounding his eyes and pulled it off. Drew smiled warmly when he saw golden eyes stare at him. He couldn't help but cup Chase's face and kiss him gently. Chase melted into the kiss, finding comfort in Drew's warmth.

Abruptly, Chase pulled away and frowned at Drew. "You know what? Even when you screwing me, you're still being a bully."

"I know," Drew smirked. "Next time it won't be like that though. I'll just tie you down and have my way with you."

"Uh no."

Drew put his hands around Chase's waist and pulled him in closer, pulling him flush against each other. Chase put his arms around Drew and holds him closer. Drew chuckled slightly.

"What's so fucking funny?" Chase asked.

"You're so touchy right now," Drew said. Chase pulled back and moved to the other side of the bed.

"Well I thought I could but if it bothers you so." Chase began to pull away but Drew pulled him back into his embrace.

"Stop being so stubborn." Drew reprimanded. Chase sighed and rest in Drew's warm arms. "So are we in a relationship now? Or is there a certain amount of fucking that needs to go on before we fit your standards."

Chase smirked. "I think I'm finally rubbing off on you."

"So are we?"

"Are you asking or telling?"

"Both."

"Then no, we're not in a relationship. We're complete strangers."

A second later, Chase finds himself pressed into the mattress with Drew staring lustfully down at him. "I think I'll just become more acquainted with your body then, stranger."

"Mmm, right. Just imagine if it takes us this long to become acquaintances, how long it will take to enter a physical relationship."

"I've got all the time in the world."

"I'm sure you do, you horny bastard."

Drew smirked and let his forehead rest against Chase's. "I like you too Chase."

"Then shut up and kiss me," And Drew did just that, pouring his soul into Chase while taking some with him. There was a lot of things he was unsure of just kissing Chase like this but one thing he knew, and that was he would never be bored.