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Neither knew when of how it happened just that it did. They were best friends, co-workers, and confidents, but now they were something deeper than either thought possible with their nothing but normal upbringing. One seeing his father killed right before his eyes then being molested by the only other man he trusted whole heartedly. The other having his father abandons him at a young age to care for his sick mother and his extensive brain activity. Neither knew that taking this leap into the unknown ultimately saved each other. At first they just didn't speak on the events that happened that night. But when their supervisor took notice they knew they had to face the reality that there is something between them. The older one took the first steps inviting the younger one over for dinner. They ate quietly neither really knowing how to strike up the conversation at hand. When the food was finished the younger one knew it was time to address the elephant in the room.
"Why," he'd asked the older male while finally meeting his gaze that he'd managed to avoid all night.
The older male stayed quiet letting the question hang in the air. He knew the answer to his question even before he'd asked. He spent years keeping his feelings for the same sex hidden dormant to the human eye. He appeared straighter than a line; wooing girls left and right. But on the inside he was scared and confused hating himself because he thought he was like him. Like the man who helped him find his way but not for free. He was attracted to the awkward brunette since he first met him all those years ago. Hence the nickname he gave him 'Pretty Boy'. That's why he kissed him that night after they got back from the bar. He'd been drinking but he wasn't wasted. Having that liquor courage and the sexual tension that had been boiling between the two for weeks finally pushed him over the edge. He'd grabbed his best friend and kissed him with as much passion his buzzing lips could muster. He outweighed him by at least 150 pounds so when the kid managed to turn them around so that the older males back was against the wall he was shocked to say the least. They managed to stumble into the bedroom with ease before sub coming to their secret desires for the rest of the evening. The next morning when the older male awoke his best friend turned lover was gone and thus the distance between them set in.
Now two weeks later here they are. The last time both of them were here together they were slightly tipsy and acting on impulse and hidden fantasies. Now they are both sober and somewhat in control of their hormones. The younger male had convinced himself that his friend had been drunk and to not put much thought into it. But he'd found himself sitting at his desk or at home late at night thinking about it. Seeing as he has an eidetic memory he remembers in perfect detail every touch, every groan, and every deliciously painful stroke that ripped through his virginity. So when he was asked to this dinner he was shocked and confused. Did he feel a connection too? Was he too drunk to remember? Does he want to forgive and forget? These questions have been swimming through the doctor's head since his invitation and throughout the dinner itself.
"Why?" he repeated his question raising his voice slightly letting Derek know that he wanted an answer.
"Why did you leave?" Derek said answering Spencer's question with a question of his own.