"Hey, Fabe"
"Hey, Mick. Uh, Fabe? Really?"
"Cause you're a babe," Mick said in a flirty manner and Fabian couldn't help but blush at the unexpected (sort of) compliment "So, What are you doing?"
"Just playing the guitar, meathead" Fabian sneered
"Ohhh, that was low one!"
"Yeah, sure. Wait. Don't you dare—" Fabian helplessly said as Mick got on top of him pinning him against the floor and tickled him
"Seriously! Stop!" said Fabian breathlessly, and Mick did, but he didn't get off him though, which ended up with both boys staring at each other and uncomfortable silence
"Would you you mind if I?" said Fabian leaning towards Mick's lips. Then the boys sealed their lips with a messy wet kiss, Mick ran his fingers trough Fabian's hair while he pulled him closer, hungrily biting Fabian's lower lip, meanwhile, Fabian's hands rested in Mick's stomach as they made their way down to his—
"MICK!, WAKE UP. IT'S ALMOST 12 PM" Fabian shouted
And as Mick opened his eyes, he realized that the possibly the greatest, hottest thing that had ever happened to him, was, in fact, just a dream
"Uh, I guess I overslept just a lil' bit," Mick said hazily "Goin' somewhere?"
"Yeah, I'm seeing a movie with Nina" Fabian answered unenthusiastically "God, I hate chick-flicks, but y'know, this are the kind of sacrifices you do when you have a girlfriend"
"Yeah..." Ouch, that was definitely the smack of 'he-doesn't-like-you-back' reality Mick wasn't looking for. And on top of that, there was a not-so-pleasant sticky feeling in his crotch. Wait, Oh, this wasn't happening, this definitely was not happening, Didn't this shit only happen to hormone-crazed 13 year-old boys?
"Well, wouldn't want to be the reason why you are late to your date," said Mick nervously "So, go!"
As Fabian left the room Mick rushed to take the his semen stained sheets (and boxers) to the laundry room
Goddamn you, teenage hormones Mick thought to himself after almost possibly having the most embarrasing moment of his life.
