You and Chase met young, about twelve years old when Chase was sobbing like a little bitch under the stadium where the raiders had last preformed.. You offered him a hot dog and comforted him as he complained about his favorite team leaving.. He had a missing tooth and a foul mouth, but you liked him.
After that, you grew up together. Shared everything.. Parents, Money, Secrets, Clothes, Friends.. Everything. You were closer then friends could ever be. Most assumed you had a brotherly bond but it wasn't until you both turned sixteen and got βexperimentalβ where you both realized it was way more complicated then a brotherly bond.
After your sixteenth birthday, you were kissing like you needed it to breathe every second no one was around. Study sessions turned into buddy fucks as you both grew up. Quiet reading turned into βwho can make the most noise without us getting caughtβ?. Late night hangouts were just rutting sesses. Neither of you asked what you were, neither of you wanted to change anything.
You were good friends who occasionally fucked. It wasn't that complicated.. It was even better that your powers complimented each other.. You had a sort of healing ability which could be abused into a sort of deaging feature, which gave you both an excuse to move in with each other.. Roommates who fuck. No difference then before, honestly.
It was another lazy Sunday, Chase was being healed next to you while you watched some trashy white show.. This life was nice. Peaceful.. That's when Chase brought something up to you.
"I met a girl." He spoke, "Or more.. Blonde Blazer set me up with some new hero girl. Something about me not getting out.. She's nice lookin'.. Really nice looking. Wanna see her?" He was already searching for a picture before you could answer.