Jaime woke up in Tony's bed with a pounding headache, wondering how he ended up in the guitarist's bed. His memory was a bit fuzzy. He recalled there was beer and reading and... Oh god. He came into Tony.

Jaime was happy that boy had morals. If the person he wanted came into him like that, Jaime didn't think that he'd be able to the right thing. If Tony had fucked him, he didn't think he would be all that angry. He was the one who threw himself at Tony.

Jaime got out of bed, looking for Tony. He wasn't anywhere in the room. So Jaime adventured out into the wild unknowns of Tony's apartment to find him sitting in the kitchen munching on Cap'n Crunch.

"Hey," Jaime greeted, taking some painkillers that Tony conveniently had ready.

"Hi," Tony replied with a mouthful of cereal.

"So uh..." Jaime dreaded the awkward conversation that they were about to have. "Thanks for not... You know."

"It's no problem," Tony replied with his head down and eyes looking into his cereal.

Jaime felt terrible. He was putting the poor guy in the friendzone and Tony knew. Tony always knew this is what was going to happen but the small hope that he was holding onto was being taken by Jaime and ground to dust.

"How long have you known?" Tony asked, ending the uncomfortable silence the two were sitting in.

"That night when you slept on me after you hurt your head," Jaime told him. "How long have you felt this way?"

"Shit, I don't know," Tony swirled the few remaining pieces of his cereal in the milk. "Not too long. It just kind of happened. I really wish it didn't."

"Why?" Jaime asked, confused at the last part.

Tony gave Jaime an are-you-fucking-kidding-me look. "Where do I begin? The part where I just got fucking friendzoned? Or that no matter how hard I want to, I'll never make you mine? Or how about the part where I'm fucking in love with my bestfriend and he's a guy? I don't like guys!"

"Oh," Jaime replied. "That should've been obvious."

"No shit," Tony said, getting up and taking his bowl to the sink.

"No need to get an attitude," Jaime said as he watched Tony walk past him and into the living room where he sat down in the recliner and flicked to Tv on.

Jaime got up and sat on the couch facing Tony. He looked at Tony until Tony finally decided to speak. "I'm sorry," Tony said.

"Don't be," Jaime replied. "I'd be angry to I'd I were you."

"No," Tony turned to look Jaime in the eyes. "I'm sorry for how I feel. I didn't mean for this to ever happen and I can't imagine how you feel."

"You're sorry for liking me?" Jaime almost laughed. "Don't be sorry for that. It's not your fault that I make you horny."

"But... this doesn't make you uncomfortable? Me wanting to fuck you doesn't make you feel creeped out or anything? You're okay with this?"

"Well, I don't mind," admitted Jaime. "I have been purposely doing things to make you horny and stuff."

"What?" Tony spun to face Jaime. He gripped the arm of the chair, not sure if he should be posed or what.

"Yeah. Like, I'd undress in front of you, lean against you, and do things like in the pool." Jaime elaborated.

Tony was bewildered. "Why?"

Jaime leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know."

"You don't?" Tony asked. "How do you not know?"

"I just don't, okay?" Jaime raised his voice. Then he sighed. "I just wanted to. You know just as well as anyone that I don't really think before I act."

"That's true enough. But it seriously never occurred to you to ask yourself why you were doing this?"

"Not really,” Jaime lied. He thought about this a little bit but never came to a conclusion. "I just do what I feel like. I don't question it."

"Obviously," Tony muttered.

"I'm really sorry Tone. I'll stop."

"No! Don't!" Tony protested without hesitation. "I uh... I mean, I like when you tease me. As much as it frustrates me, I like it."

Jaime cracked a smile. "So Little Tony Turtle doesn't want to stop seeing half nakey Jaime?"

"Why would anyone want to stop that?" Tony answered with a question.

Jaime laughed and pulled off his shirt. The entire time, he felt Tony's eyes burning into his skin. "Better?" Jaime asked, throwing his shirt at Tony.

Tony caught the shirt and smiled at Jaime. "You're a fucking ass."

Jaime smirked. "You like my ass."

"I do," Tony replied, licking his lips.

Jaime laughed even more. "Just think of me as your personal stripper. You can look but you can't touch. Unless you're going to shove money in my underwear. I'm cool with that."

"I'll try to keep my hands off but no promises." Tony kept his eyes on Jaime's body, resisting the urge to go over to Jaime pull off the rest of his clothes.

"Oh?" Jaime asked and then the two of them were sent into a fit of laughter.

After their laughs died down, Tony looked at Jaime and said, "I'm glad you're not freaking about all of this."

"Of course," Jaime said. "It's not that big of a deal. Besides, I don't want to lose you add a friend."

"I don't want to lose you either."

"Good. Because no matter what happens, we'll always be friends. Got it?" Jaime asked, completely serious for once.

"Got it," Tony smiled. "I'm glad we had this talk."

"Me too," Jaime agreed.

"Oh and Jaime, “Tony got the guy's attention. "Truth or dare? Are you fucking serious?"

Jaime just laughed.

Notes

Guys, I'm sorry. I meant to have this up sooner but I couldn't get on the computer. But I got this little writing app thing for my tablet so hopefully I can write more.
But tomorrow, my maw maw is going back to work and I'm going to be helping her for the next 2 weeks until school starts again.
So, if I get a little slow in updating, I'm sorry.
But I love this story so much. I don't think I will.
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