"Christian, you're so cold. Well most of you at least," Sean said while lovingly running his hand over Christian's perfectly-shaped ass, "We need to get you warmed up. Let's get my car. With that, Sean let go of Christian momentarily, stooped down, picked up Christian's pile of clothes and threw them over his shoulder. He gently grabbed Christian's left hand with his right and lifted it to his mouth and gently kissed it. "Are you ready to go my prince?"

Feeling his cheeks (both sets) redden with a combination of embarrassment and sheer joy Christian turned his eyes toward those of his long-time friend and newfound lover. "I am, baby. I am. But where are Matt and Annie? Shouldn't you go –"

Sean cut him off, "They're with Jules tonight, Christian. You're the only person on my mind right now. I shouldn't have let you push me away after the attack. I shouldn't have let Kimber convince me that coddling you would only make you feel sorrier for yourself. I should have seen through your "everything's fine" bullshit and been there for you. I've been standing right by your side watching you die inside from afar for the past month. Christian – I'm sorrier than you'll ever know about that. I was just scared that maybe I had read you wrong. Maybe that night with hooker was just that a night with a hooker, but I swore I felt you touch me & and I guess I was right."

Christian couldn't think of any response to his friend's comment that wouldn't seem forced or phony. Was he mad at Sean for not realizing how badly he had been hurting? Sort of, but how could he stay mad at the one person in the world who cared enough about him to call him every night and ask him how he was doing? How could he deliver a fatal emotional blow to the one person who what his foster father had done to him? He couldn't. Besides, things were changing in a big way between he and Sean. Instead of giving voice to the silent chorus that sang on within his head, Christian merely responded with "I did touch you that night. I couldn't help myself…I just wanted to know you on another level. I wanted to be part of you."

"Oh, Prince." said Sean in a voice that Christian had only heard him direct toward Julia before. "Twenty years of friendship and you and I are just getting to know each other. Let's get in the car before you freeze to death."

With that Sean and Christian climbed into Sean's car. Christian grabbed a blanket off the floor of the backseat and wrapped it around his goose-bump-covered naked body and closed his eyes. When he walked out of the house a few short hours ago he certainly hadn't expected to be coming back with his best friend who was now also his…boyfriend? Lover perhaps? Christian felt a warm cloud of what was unmistakably sleep settling over him. He snuggled deeper into the passenger's seat and let it overcome him. He know without a doubt that the only face and voice in his dreams tonight would be Sean's.


AN: Yeah, it was an extremely short chapter, but I just wanted to write something. Chapter Four will be longer. I promise. D