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Chase was facing Kaz, standing by the boy's bed in their shared room. “Kaz, for the last time,” he groaned, crossing his arms. “I don't need your help.” He was already dressed up in a white button-up shirt and suit pants - all he needed was his black tie and a blazer.
“Y’know, it wouldn't hurt you to let other people do things for you once in a while, Mr. I'm-the-leader,” the other boy stated matter-of-factly, mocking his boyfriend. He could barely maintain an eye-roll.
“I don't see how that's even relevant,” Chase quipped, huffing. “I‘m the smartest guy in the world. I'm pretty sure I know how to do my own tie."
Because yes. Their first squabble, for the lack of a better word, since they started officially dating was about tying a fucking tie. Chase snorted internally at the ridiculousness of it. Kaz and he had been going out for exactly two weeks, four days, seven hours, twenty minutes, and five seconds. Chase also knew the milli and nanoseconds, but even he wasn't that specific. Kaz was the sweetest guy ever and one of the best things that happened to Chase - they just clicked. Not that he would admit all that out loud, yet. And he adored him for caring as much as he did. Just, sometimes, he didn't understand why his boyfriend would do the things he did. Chase had been called “the densest genius ever” a couple of times already, mainly by Kaz himself. He decided to blame it on his childhood. Which he spent locked up in a basement. It wasn't his fault he couldn't get social cues, okay?
This time was no different. He couldn't for the life of him comprehend why Kaz was being so stubborn. He practically broke down the door to their room when he found out Chase went to get dressed without him. To say it caused a series of weird stares from their teammates was an understatement. Chase just hoped they wrote it off on Kaz being Kaz, given the couple wasn't exactly out to them yet. Or to anyone. Well, apart from Douglas - that was a traumatizing event, to say the least, for all the parties involved.
"Just let me help, Smarties,” he pressed, continuing their back-and-forth while giving him the best puppy dog eyes Kaz could muster.
At this point, Chase knew he was starting to fight a losing battle. Sighing, he went for the tie lying on his dresser and fumbled with it a little before letting Kaz snatch it away. He didn't protest when his boyfriend redirected him to stand in front of the tall mirror they had in their room next to the bathroom door. Once Chase looked at his reflection, he saw Kaz grinning triumphantly while moving to stand right behind him. He got so close that his front was basically touching Chase's back and he could feel the heat radiating off of Kaz's superpowered body. Kaz then took the tie in his hands and wrapped it loosely around Chase's neck, trying to make it work.
But, in all honesty, Kaz hadn’t even got the slightest idea of what he was supposed to be doing. It was all a means to an end to him - a sly excuse to get close to his boyfriend after having to keep his distance for the whole day because the rest of the team just wouldn't leave them alone. Not that Kaz had any real room to complain, since their friends were unaware of their painful acts. He thought for a moment that maybe he should actually move to stand in front of Chase. That was what people usually did when tying other's ties. But he quickly scratched that idea when his mind came back to his previous train of thought. Kaz just couldn't bring himself to move away. He loved being this close to Chase and he suffered when he couldn't.
Was he overdramatic? Maybe. Could you blame him? Not at all. Kaz thought he could be easily forgiven, since they were still in the “honeymoon phase” of their relationship, meaning everything was still so new and amazing to them. They were basically attached at the hip (which was nothing new since they became fast friends), but because of the fact they were living with three not-in-the-known-yet people, the meaning of this phrase was only metaphorical. Much to both of their dismay.
Meanwhile, Chase tried not to think too actively about the hot press of body on his back. He was not doing so well if the slight flush on his cheeks was any indicator. Chase became hyper-aware of every fiber of his skin and body making contact with his boyfriend's. Though seeing Kaz mess up over and over, he decided that he wasn't the only one to fail. He snorted lightly.
“You don't have a clue what you're doing, do you?”
Because Kaz didn't respond and instead just shrugged his shoulders, Chase kept going.
"Just admit you really wanted to hug me,” he teased while sighing theatrically.
At that, he finally got a verbal response. Kaz looked him straight in the eyes through the mirror.
“Actually, yeah. I did,” he stated, as he proceeded to let go of the tie and wrap his arms around Chase's waist, hugging him from behind. His head rested in the crook of his neck.
Chase blushed even more but leaned into the touch while feeling goosebumps rise on his skin. It was nice, warm and he felt comfortable. He swore he could stay like that for eternity. But he knew he had to leave soon, if he wanted to make it to Mr. Davenport's conference on time. He decided, though, that a few more minutes wouldn't hurt anybody.
Chase's peaceful bliss was soon startled by Kaz readjusting his position. He moved his head slightly closer to the back of Chase's neck while letting air out through his nose. And it was all it took for Chase. The close proximity to his chip made him shudder and he could feel Kaz freeze. Chase glanced at him in the mirror and could practically read his mind as the other boy started to smirk. I just made our team leader shudder without as much as touching.
“Sensitive, aren't we?” Kaz teased while chuckling.
Chase tried to hide his face in his hands, somewhat embarrassed. His brain wasn't working properly, so instead of staying silent - he began to ramble. “Ugh, it’s just the chip thing, it makes my neck mo-” He shut his mouth instantly, cutting himself off - but it was already too late. For the smartest guy in the world, why did he talk so much?
Kaz's smirk now took a mischievous turn as he planted a kiss on the sensitive spot over Chase's chip, licking the area while still having him in his grip. The other boy felt as if an electrical shock was sent through his bionic nervous system and all he could think about was Kaz and Oh Holy Shit.
And because at that moment his boyfriend moved on to peppering the nape area of his neck with kisses, some open-mouthed, Chase tried to protest.
“Uh, K-Kaz, come on. Y'know I ha- this, this conference I need to attend,” he stammered weakly while trying to wriggle free. He should be embarrassed at how Kaz could make him incoherent like that, but he'd worry about it later.
He ignored him, now working on a hickey, coming back to the spot just under where his chip sat. Chase tried to suppress a moan but failed. He was pretty sure he lost his ability of logical thinking. Or, any thinking. His mind was consumed by all things Kaz. He could tell his blush now spread all the way down to his collarbone.
Once Kaz seemed to be satisfied enough and pulled away to admire his work of art, he let out breathlessly. “Huh, it's good to know.” Chase shot him a look, trying to appear serious, but the deep red blush and panting killed the desired effect.
“What? It's y'know, for future reference,” he tried to smile innocently, but found himself unable to stop grinning. He gave a small peck to the side of Chase's neck and took a few steps back, the other boy immediately missing the warmth.
When Chase turned to look at him in question, still flushed and slightly out of breath, Kaz just cleared his throat, “Right, I better let you get ready,” he said while moving closer to the door. “Have fun with, uh, that,” he pointed at Chase's pants and winked, walking out.
Chase could still hear him cackling in the hall when he noticed what his boyfriend was referring to. That bastard.
Then he brought his hand up to the back of his neck and could swear the spot was already purple. Chase knew he should've stopped him, but at the time - he just couldn't. Any logic or self-control that was left in him, the moment Kaz's lips bit and sucked on his skin, basically flew out of the window. Yeah, wasn't the first time, if Chase was being honest. And probably wouldn't be the last, his mind helpfully supplied. He made two mental notes; first, to make a quick trip to the girls' room before leaving to grab some concealer, and second - to plan out revenge.
And if Chase ended up being late, turning bright red when Mr. Davenport asked him why, his father thankfully chose to ignore that and get distracted by his enormous ego instead.