💎A Collision of Fates💎 (Straight to Gay) (MxM) (18+)

7 - Chris

"Never thought I'd go out for a night on the town dressed like this," Nick said. He looked down at his outfit, running his hands over the fabric.

"Night on the town?" Adam said, smiling at Chris.

Chris smirked back at him.

Nick did have a point. They looked like they were ready for a fairytale ball, not a night at the pub. There wasn't much of a choice, though. They had come to Sesstria in their swimtrunks and were at the mercy of whatever clothing was in their wardrobes. Which, being in a castle, meant that they were stuck with ornate, well-tailored jackets, silken shirts, and tight pants.

Chris didn't mind it. He liked the way he looked in a suit. The white shirt and maroon jacket fit like a dream, a nicely tailored outfit. It hugged his figure. Snug, but not too snug. And the fabric was soft, it slid over his fingers like a cloud.

He felt good and he looked good. Almost like it was a game day, like him and Adam were walking into Galston Stadium, ready to demolish whatever team they were playing.

They walked out of the front gates of the palace and crossed over the drawbridge, entering the town of Sesstria. As they talked, they weaved through the cobbled streets and nice houses, passing by a few people here and there.

Night had descended. The moon had a reddish, blue glow to it, and seemed impossibly large in the sky. Stars littered the darkness around it, twinkling and lighting up the deep black of space.

Chris couldn't help but wonder which one of those stars was the sun from home? It was ridiculous, but he thought if he peered hard enough, he would be able to make out earth.

"Do you know that when Nick and I were your guys's age, we used to do stuff like this all the time," Mark said, sticking his hands in his pocket.

"Yeah, i've heard," Adam said. "Dad never stops talking about the good-ol-days."

Nick reached out and put Adam in a headlock, rubbing his knuckles over his son's hair. "Before I got saddled with a kid like you."

Adam laughed and struggled out of his dad's grip, pushing himself away and fixing his hair. "I'm the best thing in your life. Admit it, old man."

Nick didn't say anything, but he grinned, and then turned to Chris's dad. "College was a great couple of years."

"Nobody messed with us," Mark said. Chris couldn't help but roll his eyes and look to Adam, who was shaking his head.

"A dynamic duo, eh?" Chris said.

His dad looked at him. "Damn right." He reached out and pulled Nick in. "The ladies trembled."

Adam leaned in and whispered. "In fear."

"I heard that," Mark said.

"What? You're a big guy, Mr. Dalton. I'm sure they were a little intimidated." Adam gave Chris's dad that shit-eating grin and then shrugged.

"We had a system," Nick said. "I would go in, scope em out, charm them."

Mark held his hands out in front of him. "Then I would do something impressive, eh. I'd beat someone up, play a round of darts, whatever."

"I'd point you out, invite you over."

"Worked every single time," Mark said. "They were puddy."

Chris cringed. It was weird to hear about his dad in college. The man he knew would never go to a bar and beat people up. "I'm going to change the subject before this becomes gross."

Mark laughed. "You could learn a couple things from these old guys, huh?"

"They think they know all there is to know," Nick said.