"Dude, your ass bones are digging into my thigh."

"Asses don't even have bones, what?"

Charlie narrowed his eyes at Mac, who was currently his seat. He had managed to fit himself on him while they were watching Indiana Jones after a long day. They had to get out of an abandoned pool, which obviously took awhile. Charlie didn't have the keys to his and Frank's apartment (Frank had them and he was busy trespassing onto the public pool property with hundreds of watermelons and tubs of butter, lathering them up and leaving them in the pool for the citizens to find the next day) so he decided to crash at Mac and Dennis's place. Mac of course didn't mind. He was his boyfriend, after all.

"I don't care, it hurts man. Can you just switch positions or something?" Mac replied.

"Fine."

Charlie stretched out, folding his legs over the sides of the leather chair he was sharing with Mac. He turned towards to TV screen, continuing to enjoy their favorite movie, Indiana Jones. The dude was a badass. Not half as much of a badass as Mac, though. At least that's what charlie had assured Mac many times.

Mac looked down at Charlie who looked like a lap cat, half curled up and half stretched out. He chuckled and Charlie looked up at him with his hazel eyes.

"What?" the illiterate man asked.

"Nothing, dude. You are just really tiny. You aren't just shorter than me, you're like, half my width," Mac laughed, running his hand through Charlie's messy hair.

"So? It just means I can actually do this," Charlie said, gesturing towards Mac's lap. He could fit on Mac. He was that small.

Mac laughed again. "I love you Charlie."

Charlie turned back to the TV screen.

"I love you too Mac."

Mac bent himself in half leaning down to kiss Charlie's cheek and had to hold himself there when Charlie responded with a peck on his lips.

The two sat there peacefully, watching their movie and trying their best to ignore the sounds of Dennis videotaping himself having sex with yet another girl in his room.