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muserevival - 083.2 || Muse Prompt (Quote)
"We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays." - Persius
Chase hadn't been home to Australia for a good five years, give or take. But recently, a strange sensation of homesickness had been creeping up on him and because he felt the urge to act on it, he figured it was more than just the shitty cold weather causing it. He had no intentions of visiting family because he wasn't particularly close to any of them. He just wanted to plant his feet on some Aussie sand, have a decent beer, a barbie, and surf.
Having a few weeks off after Christmas and not an iota of a clue what he should do to fill it, he knew he had to go somewhere. So, why not just upsticks home for awhile? He had only intended on telling Connor he was going because that was what people in a relationship - open or not - should be respectful with. Not that it always happened, but he wasn't just going to jump on a plane to the other side of the world without letting Connor know what was going on. Things were cool between them. It was working. How, he didn't know, nor did he care to try to analyse it. Though when he went to offer the heads-up, it ended up an invitation instead and even offered to pay Connor's way.
Sydney was the first destination. He took Connor along to the big New Year's Eve bash in the city where they got prime view of the fireworks from the Sydney Opera House. Next stop was the Gold Coast where he had rented out an awesome beach house where the back door walked right out onto the white sand, and Chase could feel the stress and tension he had been harbouring slip away with the first surf. It was like riding a bike... you never forgot how to do it. They didn't call it Surfer's Paradise for nothing.
Now it was evening, after dinner, still light and still friggen hot. The temperature had peaked at 37°C but the sea breeze made it bearable. Sitting there on the sand with Connor nursing a beer and watching the horizon beyond the waves, Chase wasn't even sure he wanted to go back to the US. He would. Of course he would. It was his home and he had done better in his career at Princeton Plainsboro than he ever thought he would, but it was a nice idea to entertain. What dawned on him at that moment was how much time he had spent regretting his past mistakes and pretending that he wasn't punishing himself for them. Were they really even mistakes, or just bad choices for his happiness?
"Going to have to wait until the sun goes does and it gets dark before the skinny-dipping. I know what you're thinking," Chase said with a laugh, glancing at Connor in amusement as he downed a mouthful of the beer. "Either that, or you'll get a sunburned cock. I've been there, and believe me, it's not pretty. No amount of aloe will help that bitch."
Connor snickered finishing off his own beer and then digging another out of the well-stocked esky, shaking the excess water and ice shards off onto the sand like a pro. Chase was pretty sure he could make an Aussie out of him yet. "Why the fuck did you leave this? Why the fuck didn't you come back once you did?"
Chase shrugged. The sound of the waves meeting the shore made it hard to have an adequate answer on hand. "To get away from my father sticking his nose in on all my career choices. He was one of the top Rheumatologists in the world so he thought he knew best. So, you could say I more did it to piss him off. Then once I got there, it turned out alright. I was a masochist and a sucker for punishment working for House but anywhere else, I think I would have gotten bored. Who knows? No sense looking back. We weren't born with our faces attached to our arses for a reason. We're supposed to look forward."
"A-fucking-men," Connor said and tapped his bottle against Chase's in a toast. "You wouldn't have been near as fun to fuck if you still had a wife, so I'm all for looking forward. Breaking one of the Ten Commandments a month is probably a workable goal to aim for and I've already clocked up murder," he added, slightly mocking Chase for his past with the Catholic religion. "Although, what we did in the First Class Mile High Club on the way over here, I'm surprised God isn't up there now reassessing the sinning user policy to add in 'Thou shall not debauch the prostate at high cabin pressure'.
"Awesome, a new sin to commit before it's already been signed off by Jesus. I'm in," Chase laughed and then shoved the base of his beer bottle into the sand to hold it up for him and free his hands. He did the same with Connor's and then pushed him back into the towel to straddle over him. "All these fucking surfies and beach bums running around, why do you keep sticking with me? We're open, open field."
Chase suddenly found the front of his Billabong board shorts invaded by unabashedly by Connor's hand, his lips not even a centimetre from Chase's with a, "That's why," before he claimed his mouth in a heated kiss.
- Connor Walsh istheyremembermine, and used with love and permission
HERE @muserevival
Chase hadn't been home to Australia for a good five years, give or take. But recently, a strange sensation of homesickness had been creeping up on him and because he felt the urge to act on it, he figured it was more than just the shitty cold weather causing it. He had no intentions of visiting family because he wasn't particularly close to any of them. He just wanted to plant his feet on some Aussie sand, have a decent beer, a barbie, and surf.
Having a few weeks off after Christmas and not an iota of a clue what he should do to fill it, he knew he had to go somewhere. So, why not just upsticks home for awhile? He had only intended on telling Connor he was going because that was what people in a relationship - open or not - should be respectful with. Not that it always happened, but he wasn't just going to jump on a plane to the other side of the world without letting Connor know what was going on. Things were cool between them. It was working. How, he didn't know, nor did he care to try to analyse it. Though when he went to offer the heads-up, it ended up an invitation instead and even offered to pay Connor's way.
Sydney was the first destination. He took Connor along to the big New Year's Eve bash in the city where they got prime view of the fireworks from the Sydney Opera House. Next stop was the Gold Coast where he had rented out an awesome beach house where the back door walked right out onto the white sand, and Chase could feel the stress and tension he had been harbouring slip away with the first surf. It was like riding a bike... you never forgot how to do it. They didn't call it Surfer's Paradise for nothing.
Now it was evening, after dinner, still light and still friggen hot. The temperature had peaked at 37°C but the sea breeze made it bearable. Sitting there on the sand with Connor nursing a beer and watching the horizon beyond the waves, Chase wasn't even sure he wanted to go back to the US. He would. Of course he would. It was his home and he had done better in his career at Princeton Plainsboro than he ever thought he would, but it was a nice idea to entertain. What dawned on him at that moment was how much time he had spent regretting his past mistakes and pretending that he wasn't punishing himself for them. Were they really even mistakes, or just bad choices for his happiness?
"Going to have to wait until the sun goes does and it gets dark before the skinny-dipping. I know what you're thinking," Chase said with a laugh, glancing at Connor in amusement as he downed a mouthful of the beer. "Either that, or you'll get a sunburned cock. I've been there, and believe me, it's not pretty. No amount of aloe will help that bitch."
Connor snickered finishing off his own beer and then digging another out of the well-stocked esky, shaking the excess water and ice shards off onto the sand like a pro. Chase was pretty sure he could make an Aussie out of him yet. "Why the fuck did you leave this? Why the fuck didn't you come back once you did?"
Chase shrugged. The sound of the waves meeting the shore made it hard to have an adequate answer on hand. "To get away from my father sticking his nose in on all my career choices. He was one of the top Rheumatologists in the world so he thought he knew best. So, you could say I more did it to piss him off. Then once I got there, it turned out alright. I was a masochist and a sucker for punishment working for House but anywhere else, I think I would have gotten bored. Who knows? No sense looking back. We weren't born with our faces attached to our arses for a reason. We're supposed to look forward."
"A-fucking-men," Connor said and tapped his bottle against Chase's in a toast. "You wouldn't have been near as fun to fuck if you still had a wife, so I'm all for looking forward. Breaking one of the Ten Commandments a month is probably a workable goal to aim for and I've already clocked up murder," he added, slightly mocking Chase for his past with the Catholic religion. "Although, what we did in the First Class Mile High Club on the way over here, I'm surprised God isn't up there now reassessing the sinning user policy to add in 'Thou shall not debauch the prostate at high cabin pressure'.
"Awesome, a new sin to commit before it's already been signed off by Jesus. I'm in," Chase laughed and then shoved the base of his beer bottle into the sand to hold it up for him and free his hands. He did the same with Connor's and then pushed him back into the towel to straddle over him. "All these fucking surfies and beach bums running around, why do you keep sticking with me? We're open, open field."
Chase suddenly found the front of his Billabong board shorts invaded by unabashedly by Connor's hand, his lips not even a centimetre from Chase's with a, "That's why," before he claimed his mouth in a heated kiss.
- Connor Walsh is
theyremembermine, and used with love and permissionHERE @
muserevival