Chess's mind was off somewhere in a world of yellow taxis and Doritos when he didn't even have time to come back to the dirty thoughts he had just been imagining moments prior when that kiss came in. His eyes were on the path of lazily rolling back from the snack machine to the cars when he felt those fingers up the back of his neck again sending that same feeling he had before through his thighs and before he could control his own field of vision back to Kay's face they were together. Instinct drove him from there though. Too many auto-pilot drunk night were by-gone in a sea of faceless bodies of sex and ceiling fans. It was strange what the mind chose to remember. But, he pushed back against that kiss. For a split moment it was possible he might not have even known who he was kissing till his hand fell to that hip and a vision of it leaning against the car flashed through his mind and it only drove him press it just a little more. But when they parted it was all about the feeling between own legs that captured his mind. No taxis. Doritos. Or anything from his sea of the past. He heard Kayden repeat his own catch phrase and this was always a big deal in a bar when people caught on and the party would get louder and crazier for how stoked Chess would be. And right then hearing Kay throw his own words back, it was the hottest thing to him, like ever, that bratty narcissist. Kay might not have known either but saying that to Chess was like giving him a dare he couldn't back out of. Chess never said no to a party. It just didn't happen. That's how his phrase originated so Kay using it, right then, about this subject, was like not only double-dog daring him, but telling him it was going to fucking be good too. Chess licked his lips after that kiss and grin started to play his mouth. "I'm so fucking down" and he lifted up his leg and pressed the thick of his thigh right between Kay's leg and rubbed upwards just to emphasize what he was going down for.