"What?" Scott said, blushing a bit from what he said, "I was thinking the same thing too."
Mike could only chuckle at the short man's reaction, "Really? Two men's tongues enticing each other, sending shivers down their backs-ending up in bed. Amassed in a blanket wall as they touch each other passionately in the most tender of spots, moaning in pure ecstasy. Who wouldn't?" He said, making Scott extremely nervous for some reason. He crossed his legs in an uncomfortable fashion, making Micheal curious and with a slight smirk he had moved slightly over Scott, placing his hands directly on Scott's groin, "Why try to hide what you can't hide?" He said in a low, smoky tone. Scott jerked out of his place, and crawled further up the leather couch, "Mike, what are you..." His words were cut off with a the sound of the doorbell, where he took the chance to get away from the touches of his friend. Whipping open the door only to see that the guy left the pizza on the doorstep, and a note clearly saying "I'm telling your girlfriend" in highlighter on the box.
"MICHEAL! GET OVER HERE!" He screamed, slamming the door and locking the 3 locks that were on it. As soon as Mike entered the room, he sulked, "I'm sorry." He said, picking up the box out of Scott's hands, looking down at it and dropping it almost immediately. He looked at Scott with almost dazed eyes, "I'm so sorry..." He said, repeating it until Scott bolted for him and grabbed his wrists, pinning him to the wall. "Sorry?! Sorry?! I that all you can say?! Both our lives are ruined..." The way he said "ruined" made Mike's stomach churn and feel guilty, "Well, what else am I supposed to say? It's alright, we'll figure this out? I was just having fun? Stop worrying about it? You probably wouldn't listen to a word I say." He said though his teeth, expressing anger in his eyes. Scott loosened his grip enough for Micheal to shake out of his hands, pick up the pizza, and walk away, while he just stood there, "If all we have left is each other, then, I don't want it to be like this." He said to himself.
Scott walked into the kitchen to see that Micheal had put out the pizza and the plates, "The pizza will get cold if we wait any longer." Mike said, trying to force words out, he still felt guilty. "Don't apologize anymore. We are both at fault, but we both have each other. If the people that are supposed to love us even through the worst don't love us after this, then they don't know what love is." Scott said, smiling, "I should apologize, too. Sorry." He walked over behind Mike and placed a hand on his shoulder, "This pizza is gonna get cold."