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wayswithwords, follows end of How To Get Away With Murder 1x09 ]
Despite Connor's best attempts to get information out of Chase about one of their patients, who apparently killed someone in Philadelphia and then drove to Princeton (for some reason) and keeled over at the wheel, driving his car into a children's playground, his efforts were fruitless. At least, fruitless to that intention. Chase had been extremely tight-lipped with the information, not revealing anything and holding firm on his doctor-patient confidentiality, but he still ended up fucking Connor.
And so what? He had needs, and one of those was the fact he was constantly horny without an outlet of late. Whatever small things that had started had fizzled out before they turned into anything serious. Not that he was looking for something serious. He wasn't... at least, he didn't think so. He was divorced and all his past relationships had bombed, so there was that. But still, he had always been a romantic at heart, and maybe he was looking without realising? All he knew was that before Connor came along, even casual sex had been boring.
Though, Connor was very similar to him. Not just in personality, but in the do-anything-to-win ambition and dry sarcasm. Maybe the opposites attract was total bullshit, and what he needed was someone the same as him to challenge him and keep it interesting. Which is what happened when Connor showed up. They had fucked a few times now, and even though Chase expected him to lose interest when the patient was diagnosed and discharged from hospital, it didn't. In fact, only a week ago, they had met up in a hotel halfway between Philadelphia and Princeton for a really hot fuck... or five. Chase was late to work the next day, and didn't give a flying fuck about it.
He hadn't given Connor his home address, and vice-versa. All in all, they barely knew anything about each other beyond the Aussie doctor and law student thing. Chase was leaving work that night, planning on hitting the sack early. He was just checking his backed up text messages on his phone and unlocking his Jeep when suddenly Connor seemed to appear out of the shadows on the sidewalk and made Chase nearly shit himself. "What the fuck?!" he gasped in shock, hoping he wasn't about to have a heart attack. It was two beats of a pause, if that, where he quickly gave Connor the once over and he looked like hell. "... are you high? I've fucked someone on drugs in the past, and let's just say, it was a hot mess, so I'm not keen."
wayswithwords, follows end of How To Get Away With Murder 1x09 ]Despite Connor's best attempts to get information out of Chase about one of their patients, who apparently killed someone in Philadelphia and then drove to Princeton (for some reason) and keeled over at the wheel, driving his car into a children's playground, his efforts were fruitless. At least, fruitless to that intention. Chase had been extremely tight-lipped with the information, not revealing anything and holding firm on his doctor-patient confidentiality, but he still ended up fucking Connor.
And so what? He had needs, and one of those was the fact he was constantly horny without an outlet of late. Whatever small things that had started had fizzled out before they turned into anything serious. Not that he was looking for something serious. He wasn't... at least, he didn't think so. He was divorced and all his past relationships had bombed, so there was that. But still, he had always been a romantic at heart, and maybe he was looking without realising? All he knew was that before Connor came along, even casual sex had been boring.
Though, Connor was very similar to him. Not just in personality, but in the do-anything-to-win ambition and dry sarcasm. Maybe the opposites attract was total bullshit, and what he needed was someone the same as him to challenge him and keep it interesting. Which is what happened when Connor showed up. They had fucked a few times now, and even though Chase expected him to lose interest when the patient was diagnosed and discharged from hospital, it didn't. In fact, only a week ago, they had met up in a hotel halfway between Philadelphia and Princeton for a really hot fuck... or five. Chase was late to work the next day, and didn't give a flying fuck about it.
He hadn't given Connor his home address, and vice-versa. All in all, they barely knew anything about each other beyond the Aussie doctor and law student thing. Chase was leaving work that night, planning on hitting the sack early. He was just checking his backed up text messages on his phone and unlocking his Jeep when suddenly Connor seemed to appear out of the shadows on the sidewalk and made Chase nearly shit himself. "What the fuck?!" he gasped in shock, hoping he wasn't about to have a heart attack. It was two beats of a pause, if that, where he quickly gave Connor the once over and he looked like hell. "... are you high? I've fucked someone on drugs in the past, and let's just say, it was a hot mess, so I'm not keen."
