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"Well… Not just."
Buddy's voice is silky sweet, lathered with intent and punctuated with a boop to Chase's nose that had his cheeks flushing against the chill in the room. An anticipatory lump formed in the back of his throat, and he tried to swallow back against it.
Alone in what was essentially a horror movie, logic told him this could only be a bad idea. How many characters had he yelled at through the TV screens about doing the exact thing Buddy was now proposing, and Chase was seriously considering? Too many… Especially considering how little he indulged in watching horror. It always seemed to happen.
Then again, if it always seemed to happen… Wouldn't that mean it was almost obligatory for them to do so?
Chase refocused his eyes when that finger fell from his nose to curl beneath his chin and ever so intently tilt his head up. A gentle clatter filled the space between them as the camera was set aside, and Chase couldn't help the way his heart pounded against his ears as Buddy leaned in. "This is a bad idea." He breathed.
"Oh?" Buddy didn't stop leaning in, but slowed, like he was waiting to see if Chase would close that gap. "I can't imagine why it would be." Buddy reasoned quietly, and his breath against Chase's mouth threatened to make his knees weak.
"Smooching is like," Chase swallowed as Buddy's nose brushed against his, but made no move to back away from the embrace. "The number one way to attract ghosts." He tried to argue, but just as the last S slipped his tongue, Chase was moving to close what little space there was left between them, letting his eyes flutter closed. It was always a losing battle, Chase knew that.
Buddy hummed against his mouth contentedly, like Chase was a prize successfully won over. Chase felt quite like he had won, though.
He wrapped his arms around Buddy's neck, one hand gliding swiftly into his raven hair, gripping it gently as soon as he found purchase. It drew another hum from Buddy, and Chase tilted his head, giving them both ample access to deepen their contact.
And Buddy didn't shy away from the invitation. Their lips moved in tandem, like the push and pull of waves with the moon. Buddy pressed one hand into Chase's waist and cupped the other around the back of his head, pulling him ever closer with a firm tug against his hip that had Chase gasping.
Another opening that Buddy didn't shy away from, and Buddy smirked, flickering out his tongue against his parted lips. Chase felt his blood rushing. Boiling lava through his veins as everything about Buddy seemed to set him on fire.
Before long, Chase's lower back was against the sharp edge of a desk, and the feeling of Buddy pressing him there sent him into orbit. Nothing but a comet flying through space, burning bright and fierce.
His high was quickly dashed, though, when Buddy pulled away from his mouth, panting just slightly. The look on his face was almost worth the way his body seemed to cool with the disconnect. The way Buddy's eyes were glazed over, half closed, and the way his lips were just a shade too pink and his cheeks flushed as if he'd just come in from a blizzard had that cold melting away like snow beneath the sun.
"You're gonna get us ghost killed," Chase mumbled to fill the silence, lips quirking to the side as his brain tried its hand at humor even through the love-sick stupor.
The sly look of a fox slipped over Buddy's expression, as if he'd just found something he'd been looking for within Chase's gaze. "Then," Buddy slid his hands down the sides of Chase's legs, and before he could shudder at the contact, Buddy was lifting him onto the desk. "We can die happy."
Chase leans back, hands planted behind him, still warm from being buried in Buddy's hair. "Seriously, you're testing the limits of horror right now." Chase teases, trying to ignore the shiver crawling up his spine as Buddy presses his hands against the desk, essentially locking him in.
"I don't think it's just me, Chase," Buddy points out, trailing a finger along the edge of Chase's black tie and subsequently up his chest. Chase watches and swallows against the rising adrenaline when Buddy grips the thin cloth near the knot and pulls him up. Pulls him closer. "But we can stop if you're that worried."
And just like that, he was molten again, staring into ice that held nothing but mischief and longing, and Buddy's voice holds a note of sincerity that does nothing but undo him further.
Chase closes the distance between them again, allowing Buddy to hold him by the tie around his neck because damn if that didn't send butterflies through his entire body. Buddy pulls him closer with it, and the feeling draws a whimper that's quickly swallowed by the movement of Buddy's mouth against his own. Hungry, devouring, and oh so sweet tasting.
Chase lifts one hand from the desk and presses it firmly into Buddy's cheek, cupping his fingers around his ear because he needed more contact. Unconsciously, his legs wrap themselves around Buddy, pulling him in against the desk with a creak of protesting wood beneath them.
Buddy's grip is firm on the tie as his tongue glides adventurously across Chase's lips again. But Chase doesn't have time to meet it before Buddy nips at his bottom lip. Fireworks and symphonies explode through his body with the feeling, and he knows he's officially addicted.
Chase laments the lack of pressure against the back of his neck when Buddy's hand shifts from his tie to press into his chest. He's quickly distracted by the feeling of Buddy's fingers fiddling with the top button of his shirt. Then the second. Then the third-
"Buddy," Chase breaks from his mouth just barely. "The others might find us soon," He whispered. His chest rose and fell heavily with each breath, and Chase cherished every subtle brush of Buddy's fingers against his skin as he breathed.
"The door's closed," Buddy pressed a kiss to his cheek and whispered against it, "They won't know we're in here if you're quiet."
Chase let out a breathy laugh and tilted his head back. Buddy didn't hesitate, trailing an agonizingly slow line of fairy kisses down his jaw. A flicker of his tongue against the spot beneath Chase's ear had him seeing stars, and he had to bite his lip against the sound that tried to escape past his throat. He could feel Buddy smiling against his neck, somehow noticing and mocking his need for restraint.
With a smooth movement, Buddy pulls his tie looser around Chase's neck, but only removes it from the collar, letting it fall back against his chest. An adventurous, slender hand traces the space of his exposed chest up to Chase's shoulder and pulls the layers of his outfit down to expose it. The cool air of the room stung gently against his skin, and Chase gasped softly as Buddy's beautiful—amazing—lips continued their love-touches down his neck.
His toes curl in his shoes, and the sensation against his skin made him writhe beneath Buddy's wonderful torment. A torment that had just implemented the use of teeth and nibbles that sent Chase's spine arching and fingers gripping eagerly at Buddy's hair and shirt.
Every kiss burned. Every nip stung. Every circle of his tongue sent insane signals to his brain. And Chase couldn't get enough of it.
"Not being very quiet, are we?" Buddy paused, smirking up at him. "I didn't think you'd lose the challenge so quickly." Because, indeed, Chase had slipped, letting a series of small whimpers and soft moans pass through that flimsy barrier that he was a fool to think he could keep standing.
Still, indignation at the implication that he had lost something like a bet made him squirm. "Sh-shut up," Chase hissed quietly. "I'm not being that loud. Your ear is just right here." He turned his head, and—to emphasise his point—nipped at the shell of Buddy's ear. He delighted greatly at the shudder he felt pass through Buddy's body beneath his hands.
In retaliation, Buddy bit down right on the soft spot between his neck and shoulder, and Chase let out a sound that was… Admittedly… A bit loud. "See? You're so noisy, Chase," Buddy taunted, continuing his relentless trail of affection along Chase's neck before he could come up with a coherent retort.
Chase was being quieter now. A gasp now and then when the sting of teeth against his skin drew it from him. A whimper when Buddy nibbled along the shell of his ear.
"B-Buddy~!" Chase's fingers delved further into raven hair, and he got louder when Buddy tucked his tie over his shoulder and sucked against the top of his collarbone. It was slow and somehow simultaneously relentless. A mix of teeth and tongue and sucking that was specially engineered to drive Chase into oblivion.
Something moved in the corner of his half-dazed gaze. But Buddy had just shifted, moving to trail more kisses along his collarbone, hands making somewhat quick work of the fourth and fifth buttons on his shirt, and he couldn't possibly think to contemplate shifty movements in the corner of his eye right now.
Chase leans back as Buddy presses his lips to the center of his chest. His body chilled over with goosebumps at the contact and-
Another something shifted in the corner of his eye. Bigger now. Bolder. Begging for his attention, and Chase was stupid enough to give it. "B-Buddy-" Chase started, eyes refocusing on the room around them. "Wait… Wait, something's wrong-" He whispered, eyes darting around the dark space.
Buddy pauses his ravishing—making Chase absolutely regret noticing whatever it was—and lifts his head to follow Chase's gaze around the space. "I don't see-"
"Shh!" Chase hissed as another flash darted across the dark room. There was definitely something here, and Chase's eyes were wide like a child getting ready to run back to their room in the middle of the night.
As his head pans to the right, he's met with a pair of white eyes shrouded in what looks to be a somewhat humanoid shadow figure at the other end of the room. An entirely new kind of shudder rattles its way up his spine, and Chase freezes like a deer in headlights.
Buddy follows his gaze and goes just as animalistically still above him.
(Chase didn't really know when Buddy had leaned him so far back on the desk, but he could think about that later. Demonic, eldritch being staring at them, and all that.)
"I totally told you, dude." Chase quietly squeaked out.
"Yes, well," Buddy whispered. "Mind lording it over me later, little idiot?"
"I can do that," Chase slowly shifted off the desk, "I can so do that."
They both took slow steps backward toward the door. Chase hears a soft clink as Buddy grabs the camera from the table. The sound draws the thing's attention, and its eyes snap toward them. Chase feels his entire body rush with adrenaline that's so very different than before.
"Okay, time to run, Buds!" He panics, grabbing blindly for Buddy's hand and sprinting toward the door.
"Whoa! Chase-!" Buddy protests against the sudden movement, but Chase is already hooking an arm behind Buddy's back and beneath his knees and lifting him into a bridal carry.
Turning back toward the door, Chase manages to kick it open and continues his frantic running into the hallway.
An earsplitting shriek shakes the walls and drives Chase faster through the hallway. A blur of semi-familiar shapes comes then goes as he zooms past Deacon and Wave.
"Chase!" Deacon—he's pretty sure—calls after them. But terror fuels Chase's footfalls, and he continues his sprint down the other direction.
"Later, Dorkin! Demon in the classroom! Better catch up, cause I'm not coming back for you!" Shrieks and screams of terror from Deacon and Wave echo down the hallway behind them.
Buddy laughs in his ear, gripping his shoulders tight.
Chase finds himself laughing along with him as they round the corner toward what he could only hope was safety.