It wasn’t unusual for Chance to let himself in when the other person was otherwise engaged but when the request came from X and was delivered in such a halting fashion, his brows instantly shot up into his hairline. “Yeah,” he replied, as he fished his extra keys from his belt and flicked through them for the right one. “Gimme a sec.”
Exactly what was on the other door was anyone’s guess and Chance tried not to let his mind run wild as he turned the key and the lock clicked. “I’m comin’ in,” he called, to give X sometime to... do... something. Cover himself, perhaps. Okay, maybe his mind had wandered a little bit.
And he wasn’t too far off the mark as he opened the door, took one look at the situation X had gotten himself into and then quickly closed the door behind him and locked it again. The less chance of someone barging in while the issue was sorted the better. At least there wasn’t too much on display, certainly nothing Chance hadn’t seen before.
“Well,” he drawled, approaching the bed and assessing him up and down, trying to decide where the best place to start was. “This is a new one.” He idly scratched the back of his neck, first eyeing the handcuffs and then moving down to where X had bound himself to some sort of leather and chain contraption.
Well, down to business.
“Where are the handcuff keys?” Chance asked, as unflappable as always.
He was already moving towards where the harness was clipped to the end of the bed, fingers about to close around it before he suddenly stopped. His head turned, brow furrowing with concern. “Ay, you ah, do want me to get you out, right? If this,” he motioned to everything, “was intentional... what do ya need?”
Just in case X was exactly where he wanted to be.
Maybe the guy was just thirsty.
Chance didn’t want to presume.
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