Nathan woke up to the sound of vibration next to his head. With an outstretched hand he reached for his phone but the brightness of the screen blinded him and by the time he got to unlocking his phone, another wave of vibration was sent through his hand.

2 new text messages.

Nathan swiped right.

From: W

Yo, wassup dude! I was wondering if you'd wanna binge watch some fucked up TV shows with me or whatever.

From: W

Please please say yes, I literally sorted my school books in an alphabetical order out of boredom. Five times. Maybe ten. You catch my drift! See you soon?

Nathan lazily typed up a response.

To: W

ur such a fkin nerd. dis better be worth it

Sent.

After a quick shower, Nathan finally knocked twice at Warren's door before entering. And he was mesmerised by what he had seen. To the point where he stood completely still in the doorway, his hand still on the cold handle.

"Ta-dah!" Warren said enthusiastically. "What'd ya think?"

Warren's room was lit by a large amount of candles that were placed literally anywhere and everywhere, even on the floor. They were also scented, and the air smelled of a fresh, unknown to him aroma. A Chinese take out was settled down on the bed where Warren sat, dressed in his usual dorky pyjamas, wide smile plastered to his face. A laptop was placed nearby, paused at some movie that Nathan didn't focus on too much.

"What the fuck is this?" He asked involuntarily, in a blunt and confused tone.

Warren's smile instantly disappeared from his face as he nervously massaged his neck. "Uh, a surprise? One that I can quickly get rid of if that's not what you're into."

Nathan finally closed the door and looked at Warren. It was clear that he was highly disappointed.

"Well, it's," Nathan started, trying to find the right word. Girly.

"It's fine, really, you don't have to say anything, I failed, I know, I'm sorry," he moved the food from the bed onto a desk with a frown.

Nathan closed the space between them and took his face in both hands, eagerly planting a kiss on his face. "Gorgeous," he said quietly, looking him in the eye.

"Really?" Warren lifted an eyebrow up, unconvinced.

"I mean," he laughed. "You fucking took me by surprise for sure."

Warren looked away, massaging his arm nervously. "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

"Well, it's fuckin' perfect," Nathan replied, looking around. "I mean, you even got the serial killer conspiracy shit up or whatever the shit it is," he gestured at the laptop.

Warren smiled. "Twin Peaks to be exact."

"Twin what?" Nathan furrowed his eyebrows. "Whatever, man. Let's just get into it," with that said, he got onto the bed and made himself comfortable while Warren handed him the food.

After an hour of watching, Nathan massaged his face with both hands in confusion. "What the shit is this," he asked grumpily.

Warren chuckled. "Dude, you haven't even seen the best part yet."

"You fucking worry me, bruh," Nathan changed his laying position and exhaled impatiently.

The brown-haired boy got up and picked up a toothbrush from his drawer. "Yo, I'm gonna brush my teeth. You mind blowing the candles out?"

"I thought you're supposed to be the slave boy," he sat up. "And you're the one who's good at blowing," he winked, causing Warren to involuntarily blush and walk out.

Once alone in the room, Nathan paused the video with a relief and set to blow the candles out. But after his fifteenth, he lost his patience. "Fuck me, how many candles did you gotta fucking buy."

After he was only left with a couple, he decided to take a well deserved break and let himself fall into a chair. With his elbow, however, he accidentally nudged a candle, causing it to fall down. "Aw, shit!"

It ignited the carpet so Nathan as a quick thinker, took his shirt off and extinguished the threat. However, the blue carpet now had a visible, stinking of smoke, circular hole.

"Fuck," he threw his shirt into a bin and quickly opened the window, waving his hands around to get the smoke out.

Just when Warren came back in.

"Graham! Hey, buddy!" He cheered, walking up to him.

"OK, what did you burn?" Warren asked, looking right at Nathan's guilty face.

"Nothing! Maybe – but I'll pay for –"

"It's fine, Nate, the Romantic Aura magazine did warn me that candles either brung fire in the bedroom or the bedroom floor," he walked past the boy and set his toothbrush down. "Did you burn your shirt?"

"Nah, just got naked for you, what else?" Nathan got onto the bed again, awaiting for Warren to come also. But instead, he walked to his wardrobe.

"Here," he handed him a t-shirt. "Keep it."

Nathan looked at Warren for a longer moment before finally accepting the gift. "I – uh – already giving me gifts, aye? I'll have you know I'm not like the other girls who you can bribe with things."

Warren chuckled. "I hope not."

When Nathan was about to put the shirt on, Warren stopped him. "Why put it on when it's just gonna end up on the floor anyway?"

Nathan looked at him. "I like the way you think. But what do you have in mind?" He asked as he put the t-shirt down, turning to face the boy.

"Uh – I – I've been thinking a lot lately, Nathan. About you, about us. A couple of days ago you've told me that you have feelings towards me and I just realised that I haven't said anything back to that, I'm such a freakin' loser. But what I'm trying to say is," he looked him in the eyes that hopefully looked at him back. "Is that I have feelings for you too, Nathan. And I want to – you know. I want you."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Oh, totally. I asked Max about how to set the mood up – she was clueless, of course, but went with me to the store and helped pick out a magazine about all sorts of stuff about – err, you get the point. I even watched gay porn – without touching myself, I promise. I just wanted to . . . know how things worked. Gotta say, wish I didn't. Oh boy, that did not look pretty. And I – I even trimmed 'cause I didn't want to seem like an animal compared to you and – and fuck, I just can't shut up now-"

Nathan put a finger atop his bottom lip. "No talking tonight. Just moaning."

Warren swallowed before clearing his throat. "Before we – uh, y'know, I just wanna say that – that I'm with you throughout anything and everything, bro. We're like, literally bros for life now, bro."

Nathan smirked. "Are you like, proposing to me, bruh?"

"Uh – let's not go that far yet."

"Oh we will. Tonight," Nathan kissed him with a smile.

"One more thing," Warren slowly pulled away. "I'm really proud of you, Nathan. I saw how confusing all of this shit was to you, yet you're still here with me, coming out to people – and – and not just coming out, dude. You're coming out by being with me. Me. Out of all the fucking people – I – I just, feel honoured, dude."

All those words hit Nathan like a train going at full speed. "Fuck," he mumbled, leaning it. "I really fuckin' – " he didn't know what to say, so he awkwardly brung Warren in for an embrace. "Thank you."

"Nathan, you don't have to thank me, man," Warren patted him on the back.

"Feels like I do, dude. This shit is like a fucking miracle to even have you by my side. Fuck, I'm glad you hit me with that drone when you did."

Warren laughed. "I do have to admit that you look pretty hot with that eyebrow gang slit."

"OK, no more of that shit," Nathan smiled and kissed him. "And more of this."

"I'm not gonna argue," he kissed back and allowed for Nathan to lay him onto the bed.