"Thanks for the food. I might stop by sometime in the future to grab a shower and get something to eat and nap on your couch, if you guys let me in."

"...I should wait until Asher gets back to make long-term plans but you can stay for a couple days, at least." 

"Rachel would miss me."

He nods. "Makes sense. — tell her I said thank you?" 

"I will."

"And thank you. For everything." 

"Lev is cute, I don't want him to be kidnapped."

"Neither do I!" 

He glances Sasha up and down and says, "...you know, I could stay a bit longer."

He glances Chris up and down and says, "Take a shower while I talk to Lev?" 

"Yes. I might take a while."

That's chill! 

Sasha finds Lev and opens with "Is it cool if I sleep with Chris," mostly because he can't think of a better opening. 

"I'm pretty sure you can sleep with whomever you want?"

"...I mean, yeah, but I know you get insecure sometimes so I still wanted to ask?" 

"Thank you for asking. --I realize this is not actually how relationships work for you at all but I'm just like 'he doesn't even like algebra.'"

"Liking algebra isn't a requirement for someone I'd date but he'd at least have to not be incredulous that other people would, I'm not planning on dating him." 

"It's a bad idea for me to fuck him-- I don't even like sex when I'm not in love with the guy-- but he's so hot."

"You're adorable and if you look like you're going to make bad decisions re fucking him I will remind you that the decisions are bad." 

"I might want to make bad decisions, though."

"I didn't say I'd stop you!" 

"I am going to make bad choices and then jerk off to them forever."

"I love you very, very much," Sasha says, and kisses him, and waits for Chris to be done in the shower. 

It takes a while!

When he comes out he's wearing the same dirty clothes he was wearing before. 

Yeah, well, nothing of Sasha's is likely to fit and that's something he actually would want to ask Asher about before he did it. Sasha pulls him to a spare bedroom and starts taking his own shirt — well, okay, it's Lev's shirt, but Sasha's the one wearing it — off. 

Chris kisses him. "I like to be hurt."