Chris wasn't sure how long he had known, but it had been a while. Since elementary school, he had aged right alongside Josh; they had suffered through the awkward stages of puberty together, complete with cracked voices and unfortunate cases of acne. But, the uncomfortable days of adolescence had passed, leaving the two as blossomed young men.

He wasn't oblivious to how well Josh had grown into his adult body; he was lean, yet lacked the muscle Chris had developed. Every now and then, he would let his stubble grow out, allowing short dark hairs to decorate his sharp jawline. His features had filled out over the years, and Chris found himself drawn to full lips and sculpted cheekbones. Josh had been blessed with great skin, and he overcame his pubescent acne much faster than his peers.

Out of the two, Josh had the coldest hands. It was a common joke between the friends that their body temperatures vastly differed. But, Chris would be lying if he said he didn't love how Josh's skin felt when their hands accidentally brushed against each other's. Their stark contrast in temperature often led to sleepovers that ended with the pair curled up in bed together, their bodies perfectly complementing each other.

Chris wasn't sure how long he had been thinking of Josh in ways other than 'just friends.' Over the years, their jokes had transformed from lighthearted banter to flirtatious teasing, and their group of friends had definitely picked up on it. Neither of the two seemed to mind the accusations regarding their relationship, yet that didn't stop Chris's stomach from jumping at the sight of his best friend's eyeing him across the room with enticing desire.

Yet, it would have been a shock for him to discover Josh felt the same way. He had known much longer than his friend, however. When Chris was busy mingling with different girls in middle school, Josh spent his time daydreaming about best friend. He loved the way Chris had grown into his body; he was muscular, tall, and thicker in places Josh had never been able to be due to his medication.

At night, when his teenage hormones would get the best of him, Josh would find himself laying on his back, bedroom door locked as his fingers splayed against himself. He'd tilt his head back, lips parted as visions of his best friend popped into his mind. God, he didn't even want to imagine what Chris would think if he knew his best friend was jerking off to the thought of his fingers wrapped around him.

After a night like that, he would see Chris in school the next day, unable to stop himself from wondering what he would feel like pressed against him. The warmth of Chris's hands would burn against his cool skin, but he wouldn't mind. No, not in the slightest. Instead of focusing on his schoolwork, his mind would wander to how Chris's lips would taste against his own; maybe salty, sweet, or a new flavor humanity had yet to discover.

It wasn't much of a surprise to anyone (except them, of course) when the pair found themselves pressed against each other on Josh's leather couch, bellies full and warmed with alcohol. Their hands explored uncharted territory - places they had kept to themselves throughout their growing years. Chris sat with his back against the couch cushion, Josh straddling him. He lowered his hands, placing them on the brunette's hips, keeping him in place on his lap. Humming against Josh's skin, he planted kisses along the curve of his friend's neck.

Josh rolled his hips against Chris's, causing him to press the back of his head further into the dark couch cushion, a moan escaping his lips. Josh mumbled to himself as he brought his lips to his friend's, biting, sucking, and licking on his bottom lip. As things continued to heat up between them, the gears in Chris's brain began to turn as he gripped onto Josh tighter, pulling himself upward to grab a fistful of dark hair.

Josh's head fell back, a deep moaning coming from inside his throat as he lost his concentration on the kiss. Chris's blue eyes were full of lust as he pushed his best friend onto his back, hovering over him as his warm breath tickled cool skin. Josh snaked his hands up to place his palms on Chris's neck, his heart beating rapidly inside his chest as he waited for the other boy to do something.

Chris pressed himself closer into him, rolling his lips to increase the friction. Josh parted his lips to groan, but was interrupted by the sucking sound that came from Chris's lips against his neck. A choked sob came from his mouth, a noise that Chris had definitely never heard from his best friend before. God, and he had caused it; he was making his best friend create the most arousing sounds he had ever heard.

In a moment that lasted either a second or a lifetime, Chris had his lips pressed against Josh's once again, removing his hands from the other's waist to lift wandering arms above the brunette's head. With his fingers curled around Josh's wrists, he rolled his hips against his, stifling a deep exhale.

From beneath him, Josh chuckled; it was an action that seemed wildly inappropriate for their current situation. With a crease forming his brow, Chris lifted his body, moving himself to a straddling position. "What's funny?" He asked as insecurity blossomed inside of him.

Josh's green eyes danced back and forth, a twinkle forming in them Chris had only seen due to the powers of alcohol. "What are we doing, Cochise? You don't think that maybe we've had a bit too much to drink?"

Chris frowned. He had been waiting for this moment for a while, and the alcohol had given him the courage to finally do something about his feelings for his best friend. "I… I've been wanting to do this for a while," He admitted, sheepishly.

Josh's eyes softened, and the smirk faded from his lips, "Oh…" He nodded to himself as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, "I mean, so have I… I just… didn't think… I thought maybe you were just…"

"Nah, man," Chris smiled as he lifted his hand to cup Josh's cheek. His thumb pressed against the corner of the brunette's mouth, and Josh's eyes fluttered beneath his touch. "I've been thinking about this since at least sophomore year, dude."

Josh's heart swelled with happiness as he searched his friend's light eyes, "Sixth grade for me, man. I think twelve year old me would be pretty stoked about this if he knew."

"It was always you, man. Even when I was chasing all those girls in school; I did it because I never thought in a million years you'd have a thing for me," He chuckled to himself as he ran his hand through his blond hair, "I mean, I thought you were straight… And, you're like, really hot, dude."

Josh lifted his hips to buck them against Chris's, resulting in a sharp exhale from his friend. "Are you gonna keep drooling over me, or are you gonna kiss me, Cochise?"

With nothing to offer except an eye roll and soft chuckle, Chris dipped his head and pressed his lips against Josh's. He wanted to lay on the couch together forever, body temperatures contrasting and tasting Josh's lips as a mixture of salty, sweet, and some flavor he had never experienced before.

Sup so I know I did that thing where I jumped into the making out with like NO explanation, but it had to be done, my dudes. Anyway, I've had some pretty bad writer's block, so I'm hoping this fic will bring me out of it, and I can get some good climbing class content coming soon.