Thomas:

Thomas watched as Minho puked all over his floor. Great, he thought. This is just great.

Thomas took a deep breath and placed a hand on Minho's shoulder. "Dude" he said "couldn't you've at least made it to the bathroom?"

"Apparently not" he mumbled. Minho grabbed a tissue and a bottle of water. He wiped his mouth and chugged some water. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and put his elbows on his knees and laid his face in his hands. "What happened last night?"

Oh. That. Does he not remember? "Uh- well- you blacked out?" Thomas asked, avoiding talking about what happened.

"Yea" Minho said "I remember going to talk to that girl, but then its all a blank."

Thomas groaned and leaned back in his bed. "I'm going to start talking and you're going to listen, and you're not going to interrupt me till the end" he said.

Minho glanced at him and nodded. "Alright" he said, Thomas could tell he was trying to keep his voice calm despite that he was scared to hear what Thomas was about to say.

Thomas sighed and started talking:

Thomas sipped his beer and watched as Minho sucked face with some dumb blonde girl. They ran their hands all over each other, and for some reason Thomas couldn't stop staring at them.

When Minho slipped his hand under the girl's shirt, Thomas couldn't take it any longer.

He marched over to the couple and grabbed Minho's arm. He removed himself from the girl's face and stared at Thomas. "We're leaving" Thomas said.

Minho stared at him. "Why?"

"Because" he mumbled as he dragged Minho out of the house. They were only a few blocks from Thomas's house, so they walked back in silence.

When they got to his house, they sneaked up to Thomas's room trying not to wake his parents. Minho sat on Thomas's bed and started taking off his shoes. "What's your problem? That girl totally wanted me" he said.

Thomas sat down on the bed and took off his own shoes. "You don't want that shucking girl anyways" he mumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"You don't know that" Minho said.

"Yea, I do" Thomas said as he scanned his eyes over Minho. "You have beer all over your shirt you dumb shank."

Minho groaned and laid back on the bed. "I dun care" he mumbled.

"Dumb slinthead" Thomas mumbled as he leaned over and started unbuttoning Minho's shirt. "You're not sleeping in my bed with this filthy thing on."

Minho didn't resist Thomas's hands. "Who says I'm sleeping in your bed?" he asked.

Thomas finished unbuttoning Minho's shirt and Minho sat up so Thomas could remove his shirt completely. When he sat up, he was only inches from Thomas. "You always sleep on my bed, what's different now?" he asked.

Minho stared at him. "I don't know" Minho whispered. "Something's different."

They stared at each other for a moment, but then Thomas rolled over and collapsed on the bed next to Minho. "I know" he said, and an awkward silence filled the room. Thomas groaned and rolled over onto his side. "You know," he said "I dream about you too."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Think it means anything?"

"No."

"Me either."

Minho rolled over and slung an arm around Thomas. "Me either" he repeated before drifting to sleep.


Minho:

Minho stared at Thomas. Had all of that really happened? Did I really make a move on Thomas? "Um... I don't remember that" he said.

"I know" Thomas said.

Minho had a million questions, and he spoke the first one that came to mind. "Why'd you pull me off that girl?"

Thomas stared at his hands. "You were drunk" he said.

"So?" Minho said "what was that klunk about me not wanting her?"

"Shuck Minho, I don't know!" Thomas said as he threw his hands into the air. "I was drunk!"

"I know!" Minho said. "I just-" he sighed and put his face in his hands. The questions kept flowing out, "you dream about me?"

Thomas groaned. "Why did I tell you that part? I could have left that out..." he said, more to himself than to Minho. But it didn't matter, Minho was barely listening to Thomas's words. All he could think about was what Thomas had said the other day. "I've never had a dream like that about someone I didn't want to hook up with. Even a little bit." Does that mean that Thomas...

"Why didn't you push me off you last night?"

Thomas shrugged. "Why'd you put your arms around me last night?" Thomas asked. Minho stared at him and bit his lip. Good question he thought.

Minho shook his head. "I need coffee" he grumbled before standing up and walking towards Thomas's kitchen.

Thomas followed him into the kitchen and poured them both coffee. Thomas put sugar and cream into his coffee, and handed Minho his black knowing he preferred it that way. "Thanks" he mumbled.

They sipped their coffee in silence. Minho didn't know what to say or how to process this information.

Eventually Minho sighed and set down his mug. "I'm not gay" he stated "you're not gay. They're just dreams. And last night was just... we were drunk. It was nothing. We're friends. We're just over reacting. Making this out to be more than it is."

Thomas set down his mug and rubbed his eyes. "You're right" he said.

"I know I'm right" Minho said and Thomas rolled his eyes. Only then did Minho become aware once again of Thomas's shirtless condition. His basketball shorts hung low on his hips. His hair was ruffled and his face still showed signs of sleep. There's nothing wrong with looking, right? Minho moved his eyes down from Thomas's face to his chest.

He knew Thomas was in shape, they'd been working out together for years, but he'd never really appreciated it until now. Not that he was appreciating it in that way, it was more like observing a piece of art. A perfectly chiseled piece of art. The way the muscles on abdomen look and how a brown happy trail travels all the way down to-

Okay. This is getting weird. Minho realized they'd been standing in silence a bit too long and glanced up at Thomas only to find he was staring at Minho's bare chest. "Stop staring at me ya dumb shank" Minho said, and Thomas jumped.

"I wasn- You were staring at me first" Thomas said as he avoided Minho's gaze.

Minho set down his mug and stepped closer to Thomas. "No" he said "I wasn't. You were."

Thomas glanced up and turned to face Minho. "You were first" Thomas said, a grin pulling on the corners of his lips.

Minho bit his lip and shook his head slightly. "Maybe, but you stared too" Minho said and Thomas blushed. Minho realized it was getting kind of weird, so he tried to throw out a joke. "I mean, I know my muscles are impressive- far more impressive than your's- but you don't need to stare."

Thomas snorted. "More impressive?" he said "please, you wish you were as in shape as me."

Minho put a hand on Thomas's shoulder and shoved him back. "Please" he said "don't lie to yourself."

"You're just bulky-er, not my fault I was born scrawny" Thomas said as he shoved Minho back.

Minho laughed. "Slim it will ya and admit I'm in better shape" he said.

"Can't do it" Thomas said.

"You're just askin' for me to kick your scrawny ass" Minho said before grabbing Thomas's arms and pushing him against the wall.

Thomas let out a laugh and tried to knee Minho, but Minho was too fast. He pressed his body against Thomas's effectively pinning him to the wall. "Get off me!" Thomas laughed.

"Admit it first" Minho said, tightening his grip on Thomas.

Thomas groaned. "Fiiiine." He said, "You're muscles are impressive. But nothing compared to mine..." He mumbled the last part, but Minho heard him just fine.

Minho let out a laugh and looked at Thomas. Their eyes locked and they both fell silent. Being so close to each other, Minho could feel Thomas's heart beating fast against his chest. They were both breathing hard, though Minho wasn't sure why.

Just then, he noticed another part of Thomas pressing against his thigh. Minho bit his lip and tried to remain calm, but his insides started to panic. His mind was racing. How could Thomas be turned on right now? He asked himself, but the question answered itself considering he could feel the familiar feeling of blood rushing to his own groin.

Minho and Thomas continued to stare at each other, neither of them knew what to do. Minho's instincts told him to get the hell away from Thomas and make up some excuse for the tent in his pants, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Thomas's face inched a little closer, his eyes flicking from Minho's eyes to his lips and back. He moved even closer and Minho could feel Thomas's hot breath on his lips. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

After what seemed like forever, common sense flooded Minho's body and he put his hands on Thomas's shoulders and pushed away from him. "What the shuck are you doing?" he practically yelled.

Thomas's eyes grew wide and his face turned red. "I- uh- I don't know" he rambled.

Minho put his hands in his hair and looked away from Thomas. "I don't know what- UGH" Minho turned and smacked the wall, he didn't know why he was so angry. He took a deep breath and turned to face Thomas. "I think I should go" Minho said in a quiet voice.

"Maybe you should" Thomas said, avoiding Minho's eyes.

Minho nodded and turned to leave. He had no idea what had just happened, but he wasn't too keen to find out.


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