Chapter 1

"Hey Kevin, want to hang out tonight?" Connor McKinley called from the kitchen of their rather small apartment. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a lot of sexual tension. Oh, and how lucky he was that he got to share it with the one and only Kevin Price, his longtime best friend and unfortunate crush. Kevin knew Connor as a shy, timid yet somewhat outgoing best friend 'since forever' (as Kevin would explain it and he would smile at the thought). Unfortunately for both of them, Kevin only knew the things that Connor would 'let him know'. God forbid Kevin find out about the feelings Connor has been trying to 'turn off' for all these years. Telling himself that the fact he liked it up the ass was a 'curable curse'. Despite the fact Kevin and he had been friends for so long, he never came out to him.

You could say he was scared or maybe even mortified to tell him. And asking Kevin to hang out every Friday night wasn't helping his cause. He was desperate for even a little bit of R&R…and maybe a little more.

"Can't. Got a date." Kevin called from their small but cozy living area. He was slumped over the couch getting absolutely massacred in some first person shooter that Connor could never understand the appeal to. Connor tried to hide his disappointed sigh. Of course Kevin has a date tonight. It's a Friday night. Track records show that almost every weekend Kevin Price had a date with either a) some floozy he met in class or b) some dumb broad from book club.

Kevin told Connor countless times that book club was the place to go pick up chicks. He would then proceed to ask why Connor hadn't joined yet. He would simply shake off the question because he didn't feel like explaining why reading Little Women every week seemed more inviting than seeing some cleavage.

Connor rolled his eyes and walked into the living room and sat on the arm of the couch, watching as the words "Lost kill streak" flashed on the screen and smirked at Kevin's very much fed up groan. "This is such bullshit." He threw the Xbox controller onto the coffee table, stretching his arms up and his fingers lightly brushed Connor's thigh, causing his breath to hitch ever so slightly. Connor knew that he was fucked when even that tiny bit of physical contact caused a whirlpool of emotion and arousal to conjure inside of him.

"Who's the lucky lady tonight?" Connor asked, pushing Kevin (who was currently in his accepting defeat stage) to the other side of the couch and sat next to him. Kevin sat up and grabbed the TV remote, switching from the Xbox home menu to some mindless evening program.

"Katie, you met her. The one with the glasses and…really great tits." He blushed lightly, leaning back on the couch. Connor 'tutted' silently to himself. Katie that bitch… "That's nice…what do you have planned for tonight?" He asked and tried to scooch closer to Kevin without looking desperate. Kevin shrugged and gazed at the TV. "Um…dinner? Oh and…do you might if I bring her back here?" He shot a look at Connor, who pretending to ponder on the question when he already knew the answer. Fuck no, you can't bring her back here. Are you insane?

Connor always had a plan of attack: how to drive Kevin's date out of the house before they got to his room. He had tried many tactics before, such as filling Kevin's condoms with silly string or dumping dirty laundry onto his bed. One time he even fell asleep naked in Kevin's bed before they got home. Sometimes he would fail, and he would hide in his room and masturbate furiously as he listened to Kevin's breathy moans through the thin wall, completely blocking out the high pitched keens of his date and pretending it was him in there instead of some chick with a huge rack and a low IQ. Connor was also positive he could make Kevin moan louder, maybe even scream. The thought always made his knees go weak.

"Um…what are you going to do when you bring her back here? I can pull out Scrabble and set it up for you before you guys get here…" Connor said as innocent as possible. Kevin rolled his eyes. "If by playing Scrabble you mean bang, then yes. That's what we're going to do." Kevin smirked, slightly cocky at the fact that he could get any girl he wanted by flashing a smile and saying he's 'stacked in more ways than one'. Connor swallowed hard to stop himself from straight up puking. "You're really going to have sex with her after the first date?" Connor crossed his arms and shot a look at Kevin as he shrugged. "She's hot. Why not?" Connor rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Yeah but…ah never mind." Connor stood up and made his way back into the kitchen when he heard the microwave go off.

"Yeah but what?" Kevin took a defensive tone. Connor sighed and turned around, trying to give Kevin the most matter-of-fact glare. "Where's the romance? Where's the walks on the beach? Where's the stealing kisses late at night?-"Connor threw his hands into the air. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHERE'S THE CHOCOLATE COVERED STRAWBERRIES?" Kevin rolled his eyes but they quickly grew wide as Connor waltzed over and grabbed him by the collar, pulling his face close until they were a lips distance away from each other. "Where's the looking deep into each other's eyes and saying 'I love you'?" Kevin couldn't help but flush light pink and Connor quickly followed suit, turning slightly redder. "Sorry, I got a little carried away…" He looked down at his socks and proceeded to make his way to the kitchen, trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

Kevin shook off the fact that was the closest Connor's face had even been to his and crossed his legs, scoffing sarcastically. "Yeah…coming from the guy who's never been in a relationship…" Connor froze as he was reaching in to grab the bag of popcorn from the microwave when that dagger of a comment hit his back and somehow caught him right in the heart. Connor couldn't really disagree with Kevin, and he was annoyed that he couldn't get mad at that statement. Connor was almost dating in 5th Grade but those days were behind him. Instead he shook his head and took a tone that was a mix of defense and pure sass. "Well, if I was, I would know how to do it better than you, you horn dog…" He tried to say confidentially but he ended up mumbling the last few syllables. He winced softly when he heard Kevin scoff again. "Yeah whatever…I'm going to get ready…" Usually Connor liked watching every little movement that Kevin made, but he didn't bother looking as Kevin stood up and walked towards his room, shutting the door.
"Oh, and Kevin? You're not bringing Katie back here." Connor smirked as he heard Kevin's groan of disapproval. "Why?!" Kevin whined from inside his room. Connor rolled his eyes as he poured some popcorn into a bowl. "Because if you set foot in the door with a girl I will piss in the Super Soaker and spray her…again." He smiled as he started to reminisce about his master plan that drove Samantha out of the house and nearly got him into a restraining order…good times.

Minutes later, Kevin stepped out of his room, and Connor was too engrossed by the TV to notice. "You know, if you ever brought a girl home, I wouldn't be this much of an asshole." Kevin ruffled his perfect hair into place. Connor tried to contain himself from laughing out loud. He also tried to stop himself from saying something stupid that might have to do with the fact the thing he likes doesn't lubricate itself. "Well Kevin, y-." He was cut off from saying a sassy yet E-rated response when he caught sight of Kevin running his strangely arousing fingers through his sexy as hell brunette locks. His mouth went dry, and not because of the salty popcorn. A few kernels fell from between his lips as he tried to stop himself from having a heart attack from the spicy sweet seductive scent that Kevin drenched himself in and that he was just itching to taste and make him sweat off in the process. The redhead swallowed hard, looking down at his feet. If he looked at Kevin, he might have a mind orgasm. He shot a look up at Kevin but quickly averted his view back to his wool covered toes. Okay…make that a regular orgasm. Fuck, am I drooling? Connor nearly fell to his knees when Kevin spoke, asking a question that the answer was all too obvious to. "How do I look?" He asked, straightening his shirt (That, as Connor might add, fit his form to perfection.) Connor scrambled his mind to try and find the right thing to say. His tongue was immobile with a crushing lack of words as he stared at the way those pants hugged all the right places. "Do I look stupid? Do you think she'll like it?" Kevin grabbed his keys from the little catch all dish on the kitchen counter (that Connor bought for decoration but Kevin dumped everything in there from loose change to condoms.)

To be honest, Connor didn't give a rat's ass if Katie liked it. Because he liked it. Oh god, how he liked it. Massive amounts of arousal warmed his stomach, the fluttery feeling settling in his groin. "You look…great." He licked his suddenly dry lips inconspicuously.

"She'll like it?"

"She'll love it. Trust me."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, I'm positive."

Kevin furrowed his brows at the appearance of his now-wobbly kneed friend. "Okay well….see you later." He waved at the gawking redhead. The slam of the door brought Connor out of his aroused haze.

He swore under his breath, biting his lip and starting to formulate his master plan.