#chadredding

This was one such night, and Jesus was wrapping his fingers in preparation to vault up in the ring when he caught sight of the figure in the far corner, his opponent, and his heart stalled. Chad. What the fuck was Chad doing here?!

He didn’t even finish the wrap before he pulled himself up and strode over, smile brittle. “Hey

angel

, what are you doing here?”

“Hey!” he yelled, jogging over with anger writ large across his features. The guy turned around and his eyes went wide, and in the movement he revealed that he wasn’t alone. There was a short, familiar figure standing there with one hand stuffed in his pocket, probably curled around a purchase. “Fuck off before I break your face, idiota!” Hoodie Guy was already scrambling around the corner, and if Jesus hadn’t had Chad and Flower to deal with he probably would’ve followed to teach that guy a lesson. As it was...

“Hand it over,” Jesus said, finally turning to Chad with a sigh. Flower’s tail was wagging as she sniffed around Chad, but Jesus looked grim. “I know I promised not to interfere, but that shit was dealing in the wrong territory and I don’t want you caught up in this.”

He held out a hand expectantly. 

Eventually he’d left Chad in the bedroom and carried out typical unable-to-sleep routines like prepping breakfast, tidying the flat, making some business calls, hanging out with his dog. And then he did some unusual ones like hiding everything in his house related to drugs and alcohol. He managed to fall asleep around 2am, and actually slept until 7 for once. Chad was still fast asleep, and still absolutely unforgivably adorable for someone he’d just had sex with. 

So Jesus got up, took Flower for a run, came home, showered, and started breakfast, and when he padded back into his room he finally saw stirrings of life from the blanket monster that had monopolized his bed. 

“Buenos dias, angel,” he smirked. “How’d you like your eggs?” 

Jesus and Chad had hooked up a handful of times at this point, Jesus more liberal with his use of Chad’s phone number since he’d bumped into the other while buying drugs. He tried not to pry too much into Chad’s life, just enjoyed the other man’s presence- the sex, obviously- and coaxed him into healthier habits where he thought he could without being too obvious. 

Since the toxic mist had descended on Underland their meetings had stopped- Jesus respected Alex enough not to bring a booty call into his house, especially since Alex had become a booty call for a brief time- but Jesus had checked in, and learned that Chad was an EMT tech, which only ratcheted up his general anxiety over the other’s health. Jesus wanted to see how he was doing, though. Also, they needed to discuss the nature of their relationship in a way neither had bothered to before, because there wasn’t a need. Now that Jesus and Tyler had explicitly stated their intentions towards each other, Jesus was going to have to start cutting certain ties as delicately as possible. 

For lack of anywhere else for them to go, Jesus had invited Chad over to Alex’s while he knew most of the house was otherwise occupied, and lounged beneath one of the garden cabanas with Flower at his feet and chocolate cake- leftovers from Javi’s birthday- on the table next to him. When he caught sight of Chad he rose, unable to keep a grin off his face. 

“Extrañé la vista de mi ángel,” he purred, speaking Spanish specifically because he knew the other didn’t know it. “How you been? Good to see you breathing.”