God, it's so fucking tempting to just... keep pushing. But he doesn't have lube here, and it's not very private, and it's going to be Chase's first time and it shouldn't be rushed and frantic in a dance studio. There's a terrible nagging feeling in the back of his mind that's saying that being his first was an awful idea, that he's going to leave Chase messed up over this, if not now then later, eventually, when things inevitably went south. But the part of his mind in charge of making good decisions was overruled right now by the part that wanted to keep hearing and feeling Chase react. The teen is grinding on him, for Christ's sake. Is there a man in the world who could resist this? And yes, he's absolutely including straight men, because, well, look at Chase.

It takes a while, but he pulls back from the kiss and takes a deep breath before managing, "...this isn't the place for this..."

It's another few seconds of awkward, stumbling silence before he finishes the thought, fingers trailing through the strands of blond hair that slipped from the elastic hair tie. "You should come back to my apartment... we can pick up where we leave off..."