Buford took a step forward and started to wrap his arms around his best friend's waist. Baljeet let himself be enveloped but suddenly pulled back with a jerk.

"NO, we can't keep doing this. You apologize but then you just turn around and do it again. I'm fucking sick of it!" Baljeet was fuming, his fists tightly clenched and his whole body shaking.

"I said I was sorry, what else do you want from me." Buford couldn't help but raise his voice. He was beyond confused and didn't know how to deal with that.

"Oh I don't know," he said sarcastically," maybe that you don't embarrass me, then udder some half-assed apology and then turn around and so the same shit all over again!"

"You say that like I'm not even trying! Why are you acting like my goal is to make yours miserable when all I want to do is-. Never mind, just let me know when you're ready to be mature about this." Baljeet stood with his mouth agape.

"How dare you talk to me about maturity. And you better not leave until you realize that you make my life hell. You have no idea how often I lay down at night and wish you could just hold me and make me feel better. Why do you have to be such an asshole!"

Baljeet didn't care how pathetic he looked or sounded. He couldn't hold back the tears streaming down his face or keep his voice from raising in anger. His body was overcome with extreme tremors and he just wanted to punch Buford in his, all to familiar, face.

Buford didn't know what to do so he just pulled Baljeet into a tight embrace. And this time he didn't pull back. The bigger of the two led them over to the bed because supporting both of their weight was becoming a hassle. The smaller came willingly. They sat wrapped in each others arms in comfortable silence.

Baljeet held Buford's shirt tightly in his fists, savoring his body heat and comforting smell. He nuzzled into his chest and bit his lip wondering how he let himself get so worked up. Buford looked down at his nerd and thought how cute he looked. He lifted his chin and gave him a serious look that wasn't to be taken lightly.

He leaned forward and kissed the small lips of the boy he was holding. He willingly kissed back. Slowly hands began to roam tugging at clothes to reveal more skin. Buford ran his hands down Baljeet's side and gripped his hips. He kissed his neck in the most innocent of ways, but the air seemed to thicken when Baljeet let out a low moan.

Buford grunted and changed their position so that he was on top, with his knees on either side of Baljeet. Since their shirts had already been discarded Buford planted kisses on Baljeet's bare chest. Baljeet hesitantly maneuvered his hand down to Buford's pants. He found what he was looking for and gave it a squeeze, causing Buford to buck into his hand.

Baljeet took this as a good sign and slowly palmed his growing bulge. Buford trailed his way back up to Baljeet's lips, grabbing both of his hand and pinning them above his head. He ground his self roughly against Baljeet who let out a moan at the unexpected movement, allowing Buford access to him mouth.

They savored each others taste but they couldn't ignore the feel of the other. They both sub-consciously longed for this and started to rub against each other in an almost predetermined rhythm. This friction was undeniably the best thing they had ever felt and didn't want it to ever end. Buford thrusted into Baljeet so sharply he let out a shuddering gasp. Buford let go of his wrists and moved then to his waist, pinning him down.

Baljeet wrapped his arms around his neck and moaned into him ear as he bucked into him. Their movement were becoming more erratic and desperate, their guts clenched, their grunts and moans louder. They both came in their underwear filled to the brim with bliss and blinded by passion, screaming each others names. Buford shakily moved next to Baljeet and curled around him. He pulled the now wrinkled blankets over then and smiled when he though about how Baljeet would react when he realized he had gotten deep blue bruises on his wrist, neck, and hips. Baljeet smiled knowing that this was how they would end up if they ever got into another argument.