Through the Screen

it's half past twelve when chris feels his phone buzz in his pocket, and he slides out the device to see pj's name flashing on the screen. his eyebrows furrow in confusion for a while, wondering why pj is calling him this late, and he excuses himself from the group of people he was previously standing with to answer the call.

the rotary event went better than he had expected, and he was slightly relieved to find that abel isn't sulking around anymore but talking to a few people, a pink blush coating his soft cheeks as he tipsily blabbers thank you's to people who congratulate him, a wide smile on his face.

chris smiles at abel 's demeanour, before quickly sliding out of the hall and answering the call, pressing the phone against his ear.

"oh my god chris," is the first thing that slips from pj's mouth, his voice hushed and chris furrows his eyebrows slightly before responding.

"pj? are you okay? what's wrong?" his voice holds an undertone of concern, and he hears pj sigh loudly on the line.

the creases in his

"what?"

hook up with him," as soon as the statement leaves pj's mouth, chris can physically feel his face fall, his lips pursing as pj continues to speak. "and he's just so fucking pretty, i

he has no idea how to tell abel that his

inside him. their relationship wasn't exactly platonic—at least not to chris, and when he hears that pj is actually considering sleeping with other people, it breaks his heart in

slips off of chris' tongue and he tries to retain himself

do you think?" pj sounds like he thinks the question is completely pointless, and chris suddenly loses control on his tongue as he starts