Lost And Found (Slash I)

"Ugh...crap man..." Chase mumbles. He looks up to the bright sky, squinting his eyes as the sun shines in his dark eyes. He reaches his hand up, trying to block as much sun out of his eyes before he swings his arm back, flinching in surprise when he hears a soft grunt from behind him. Chase realizes that his head lays on something hard--like rocks or muscle--and that whatever it is behind him is very uncomfortable to lean against.

Chase blinks, slowly rolling his eyes to land behind him, realizing that he's laying on Aliane's lap--the other man eyeing down at him with a hint of disgust as he watches Chase twist his head to look forward in shock and confusion.

"I'd rather eat shit than this." Aliane said. "Please, get off me."

Chase clears his throat, hurriedly sitting up and rubbing his soar neck.

"Sorry." Chase curtly said.

"We will never speak of this." Aliane said.

"Agreed." Chase said, nodding his head.