The young man looks at himself in the mirror one last time and exits his bedroom to meet the other who has been waiting at the bottom of the stairs for quite sometime.
When the young brunette descends the steps to greet the shorter, curly haired man before him, he allows a quick press of lips to cheek and a whispered compliment before calling out to the man of the house that he'll be back later.
He takes the shorter's hand and they exit into the snowy afternoon. The two climb into his vehicle and make the trip to his empty house.
Upon arriving, they curl in bed with a movie that is barely watched. Clothes are shed; scattered haphazardly on the floor.
The two move together in a well known dance. When they finally allow release, they come undone together. Whispered names and praises fill the air. They curl together. The taller rests his head upon the other's chest, over his heart. He hears it thump rhythmic and strong, and smiles.
They lay together, peacefully, until the brunette must leave. Clothes are returned to their respectful owners. Soft touches and kind words are spoken as they drive through the darkness.
When they arrive at their destination, the taller is walked to the door. They whisper sweet nothings; more soft touches exchanged.
When they part, the brunette enters the house and the curly haired drives away. They feel lost. Not to find themselves until they meet again.
Until that time, the boys will fake smiles and wait. Wait for that moment when they can hold each other in their arms and whisper each other's names into the night when they come undone.