A couple of months pass, in that time, Raven and Kyley-B hang out and text often. It seems, the bonds broken have been reforged, neither shies away from the darkness within the other. On their days off, they are nigh inseparable. Kyley-B has gained his own apartment, it's relatively small, only a one bedroom, and the laundry is in the basement of the place, while his apartment is on the third floor, but it's a start. If not with the goths on their days off, the two alternate whose house they sit at and play games or partake in other leisure activities. Therapy continues to go well for them both, it seems, the pain of the separation has dissipated.

Raven and Kyley-B are sitting in Raven's apartment, in the living room, drinking some Jack and Coke, occasionally swiping some vodka and fruit juice of their choice. They're gaming, laughing, having fun. Both are rather drunk. Maybe that's why when Raven is looking at his red headed friend he doesn't hesitate to press lips to the other man's. The pressure was returned and then Kyley-B was climbing into the dark haired boy's lap, their lips smashed together still. Kyley-B's warm, tanned hands slowly explored the pale skinned Raven's stomach, unconsciously grinding his hips into the other man's. Raven's response was to grind back, his arms snaking around the red head, holding him close.

Many hours later, Raven awakens, his head is pounding and he feels vaguely nauseous. It takes him a few minutes but he realizes he's completely naked, vaguely sticky from sweat. He usually sleeps in at least his boxers. He and Kyley-B must have drunk considerably more than either realized. He rubs his eyes, casting his mind back to the previous night. It comes in flashes, kissing his friend, his friend naked before him, he squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting it to be true, because..., what if this new great friendship is over because he finally acted on the feelings he's had for his former super best friend?

He swears softly, glancing around, Kyley-B is sleeping still, covered by a sheet, but obviously naked beneath.

Raven scrubs his eyes again with the heel of his hand and goes to the bathroom. First, he uses the facilities and then takes a relatively quick, warm shower. He returns to his room, black sweats slung low on his hips as he pads softly back into his room, Kyley-B was sitting up, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Dude," he grumbles, "got anything for this headache?"

"Yeah, I'll be in the kitchen with it, feel free to shower, and grab some pants from the bottom drawer if you want them," Raven says softly, going to the kitchen to get a glass of water for each of them and a few headache tablets.

He hears the shower kick on minutes later, he wanders around his place, picking up the remnants of the previous evening, careful to take it slow as to not aggravate his hangover. It's been a very long time since he's drunk so much, it ... used to be one of his unhealthy coping mechanisms. So he usually didn't even have much, if any alcohol in his house. But Kyley-B had said he wanted to get drunk and play video games. So..., of course, Raven had agreed and they had a great time.

More flashbacks of the previous night assail him, tanned and pale skin, warmth, moans.

He blinks and turns to the sink, tossing some cold water at his face. It would be awkward as hell if Kyley-B came down and he was sporting a boner. Granted, it was his house, still. He had no idea what, if anything the other man remembered from the previous night. He knew, they should definitely talk about it. Sort out their feelings regarding it. They couldn't necessarily pretend it never happened. It would be bad for both of them, for their newfound or rather re-forged relationship. But Raven had no idea how to bring it up. He had dreamed of being with Kyley-B like that for years, but he had never wanted their first time to be drunk. But..., then again, if he hadn't been drunk, he never would have had the balls to go for it. But what if Kyley-B hated him? What if he had actually taken advantage of him in his drunken state?
He wouldn't know unless he asked.
Raven swore under his breath and turned to face Kyley-B as he entered the kitchen, dressed in a pair of Raven's older, less worn, gray sweats. He wandered over to the water and headache tablet Raven had gotten out for him, swallowing the medicine and some water before taking his glass to the living room where he sat on the couch.

"You all right?" Raven asked softly.

"Mm," was all the red head murmured for now.

Raven stood awkwardly in the kitchen, before muttering that he would wash Kyley-B's clothes from the previous night for him, it wouldn't take that long.
When he returned to the living room, Kyley-B was still sitting on the couch, staring at the tv though it was off.
Silence enveloped them again.

Raven sipped his own water as they sat in silence, eventually, he heard the washer finish and he went to put the clothes into the dryer.
When he came back, Kyley-B was staring at him.

"How are you feeling?"

"Hungover. Sore. Do you remember last night?"

"I remember drinking and gaming with you, after that...," Raven trails off with a shrug.

"The rest is mostly black, I didn't think I got that drunk," he continues, "I don't drink much anymore."

Kyley-B grimaces, "I don't make a habit of it either. It's mostly black for me too."

The red head groans and hangs his head.

Raven slouches in the chair he's sitting in, feeling bad about lying to his friend, but he also doesn't know what exactly happened, he can guess though. He knows he'll have to tell him though. He's got a session with Mackey in a couple of days, after work one night, he'll broach the subject with him, see if the counselor has any advice.

Once Kyley-B's clothes have been washed, the red head changes and opts to go home, saying he wants to have a nap in his bed. Raven bids him farewell and goes to his room after his friend leaves. He takes the sheets off the bed and runs them through the wash as well, putting another set of black on his bed. He finds all the evidence he never hoped to while he's changing the sheets, a used condom is on the floor, tied off sloppily, near the head of the bed. He tosses it into the trash can in his room and then lays flat on the floor, hoping he won't find it, but he does. His bottle of cherry flavored lube he kept in the drawer next to his bed. He retrieves it and replaces it in the drawer, also finding the condom wrapper nearby, another of his personal ones he keeps a stash of, Skyn brand.
There's really no denying it now. He and Kyley-B had fucked. In his bed.
They had been drunk, both of them. He could still only barely remember it, he presumed by Kyley-B saying he was sore, that he himself, had topped last night.

"Fuck," he sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed.
They would have to talk it out. Because sure, they had been drunk, but friends don't usually just up and fuck if they're drunk. Not unless there was some level of attraction there, right?

"Fuck," he muttered again, his urge to drink the remaining alcohol in the house skyrocketing. He didn't want to think about this. Because, what if Kyley-B had been more drunk than he was?
What ifs kept swirling in his head and he leaned back against the wall, truly debating drinking the rest of the booze that was left.