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chanceworthtakingWho: Chance Marsden and Arian Alcott
What: Internationalbooty call visit
Where: Arian's Apartment, Hoboken, NJ
When: After this
Before ringing Arian’s doorbell, Chance hesitated in a final moment of uncertainty about whether he was fucking nuts for taking a seven hour chartered flight to New York from the UK on his two week break from work to see Arian and maybe even get laid. Though he wasn’t sure about that last part, considering Ari hadn’t answered any of his texts or the couple of calls he attempted. It meant he would have to self-isolate when he got back to the UK but had Netflix and a hand, so he was sure he could survive it. It’d be worth it - if nothing else - he found out why Ari didn’t seem to want a bar of him.
They really hit it off the first time they hooked up and spent some more time together when Ari was hit with the flu and Chance kept him company for awhile. Maybe Justin was a factored but after talking to Alexis, Chance wasn’t sure that was a viable concern. He didn’t think he had done or said anything to give Justin concern about him hooking up with his social worker. But he knew Ari was still in New York while Justin was in lockdown with his family and Sash in Sydney for the foreseeable future, so Ari should have time on his hands… right? Chance did have a rather elaborate plan to offer Ari but that would constitute them at least having a conversation.
Chance didn’t think he lacked balls, though, so he finally hit Ari’s doorbell, hoping he would be home and not think he was completely nuts. He only needed a small window of opportunity to plead his case. There was no answer. In fact, he was just about to turn away defeated and chalk it up to a complete failure when Ari’s door opened and Chance nearly tripped on his own toe when he turned back around and was met with the sight of Ari on crutches. And not just that, Ari’s face was black and blue, his foot was in a cast, he had stitches above his left temple and painful looking grazes over his left cheek. Fuck knows what else beneath his clothing. Or bathrobe… that was on inside out and barely tied up.
“Ari, fuck! What— how— shit.” When Chance couldn’t form coherent words through his shock, he just took the weight of the door from Ari and didn’t think twice about gently pulling the sleeve of the robe up over his shoulder for him.
What: International
Where: Arian's Apartment, Hoboken, NJ
When: After this
Before ringing Arian’s doorbell, Chance hesitated in a final moment of uncertainty about whether he was fucking nuts for taking a seven hour chartered flight to New York from the UK on his two week break from work to see Arian and maybe even get laid. Though he wasn’t sure about that last part, considering Ari hadn’t answered any of his texts or the couple of calls he attempted. It meant he would have to self-isolate when he got back to the UK but had Netflix and a hand, so he was sure he could survive it. It’d be worth it - if nothing else - he found out why Ari didn’t seem to want a bar of him.
They really hit it off the first time they hooked up and spent some more time together when Ari was hit with the flu and Chance kept him company for awhile. Maybe Justin was a factored but after talking to Alexis, Chance wasn’t sure that was a viable concern. He didn’t think he had done or said anything to give Justin concern about him hooking up with his social worker. But he knew Ari was still in New York while Justin was in lockdown with his family and Sash in Sydney for the foreseeable future, so Ari should have time on his hands… right? Chance did have a rather elaborate plan to offer Ari but that would constitute them at least having a conversation.
Chance didn’t think he lacked balls, though, so he finally hit Ari’s doorbell, hoping he would be home and not think he was completely nuts. He only needed a small window of opportunity to plead his case. There was no answer. In fact, he was just about to turn away defeated and chalk it up to a complete failure when Ari’s door opened and Chance nearly tripped on his own toe when he turned back around and was met with the sight of Ari on crutches. And not just that, Ari’s face was black and blue, his foot was in a cast, he had stitches above his left temple and painful looking grazes over his left cheek. Fuck knows what else beneath his clothing. Or bathrobe… that was on inside out and barely tied up.
“Ari, fuck! What— how— shit.” When Chance couldn’t form coherent words through his shock, he just took the weight of the door from Ari and didn’t think twice about gently pulling the sleeve of the robe up over his shoulder for him.