Nathan's hair was a mess. It looked like he slept for three weeks and just rolled out of bed. He was wearing his letterman jacket and basic jeans.
Warren sat across from him. He just reached in his drawer and grabbed a shirt, and pulled on simple blue jeans. His hair was as orderly as Warren's hair could get. His eyes were heavy from last night, and he was slouched over the menu.
"Can I have a ham and bacon omelette and a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream please?" Warren asked the waitress, mostly maintaining eye contact with her.
The waitress nodded and wrote Warren's order down on her pad of paper. "And you, sir?"
"I'll take an order of waffles." Nathan said, staring down at his Menu. Warren took the other menu and handed them to the waitress with a smile.
"I'll be right out with your orders!" The waitress smiled.
"So what happened last night?" Warren asked after the waitress had left. "You've never come over in the middle of the night before."
"I just wanted to see you." Nathan smiled and looked up with just his eyes. His head was still looking down at the table. "I miss you, a lot. School ended, we graduated. You and Vic are the only people I talk to from Blackwell anymore. Vic's always busy with her gang. You're, like, the only thing I have left from high school. I needed that."
"Well yeah, dumbass. We're dating. I'm stuck with your ass until I find someone more attractive." Warren and Nathan both laughed slightly. "But are you sure that's the only reason? It looked like something was bothering you."
"Can we go back to my place after this? My parents are out buying up the last of Arcadia Bay and the house is empty. We could watch a movie and just," Nathan paused. "be close to each other." He ignored Warren's last comment. He didn't want to get into it. He was back to looking at the table now. Nathan could never be sentimental and make eye contact at the same time. Any time he felt he was getting even slightly romantic he had to look away.
"That'd be nice, Nathan."
"Thank you. I love you. I really do."
"Take your meds before we pick a movie. You couldn't this morning because you were too busy sleeping with me." Warren winked.
"You really are lame." Nathan sighed and walked into the bathroom to find his pill bottles. He threw one of each in his mouth and downed them with water from the tap. When Nathan left the bathroom Warren had already made his way up to the other boy's bedroom. Nathan climbed the stairs and saw Warren kneeled next to the movie collection. "Dude, did you change your clothes from last night?"
"Yeah, this morning before we left. Why?"
"You're still wearing those damn Captain America briefs."
"I have two pairs. Why were you looking at my underwear last night anyway?"
"It's kinda hard not to when you wear only them to bed. I'm surprised you even put a shirt on." Nathan said. "Have you picked a movie?"
"Not yet." Warren reached behind him and pulled his pants up.
"Aw. I was enjoying the view."
"Shut up." Warren blushed and threw a copy of Paranormal Activity at Nathan's chest. Nathan put the movie in his DVD player and lay on his bed. His arm rested around Warren, and his leg intertwined in the other's.
Partway through the movie Warren became a bit antsy. He rolled onto his other side to face Nathan and threw his leg on top of the shorter boy's calf. He grabbed Nathan from behind and hugged him close. Every inch of their bodies touched and Warren closed his eyes, leaning in for a kiss.
"You okay? You've never done this before. Forget to beat off last night?" Nathan chuckled. He loved gross jokes. Even more so because they always made Warren uncomfortable.
"Shut up." Warren forced Nathan's lips onto his own, grinding his crotch into the other boy's. Before long, they had rolled over and Nathan was lying on top of Warren. He sat up to take his shirt off, exposing his very slender body. Warren could count every rib on Nathan's chest. If it had been any other time, Warren would lecture him on eating properly. Nathan fell back down and continued making out with Warren.
Without missing a beat, Warren felt around Nathan's bedside table, looking for the drawer with the lube in it. After he blindly found it, he pushed Nathan up and started undoing the other boy's belt. He pulled Nathan's pants down and forced his mouth onto his ever-growing bulge, sucking it through the thin fabric. Nathan grunted loudly as Warren ran his arms up the other's back and onto his shoulders, digging into his skin.
Just as Nathan was about to pull off Warren's clothes and take him, a car door slammed shut downstairs, followed by Sean Prescott yelling at Nathan's mother.
"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" Nathan yelled. "God DAMMIT!"
"Nate, calm down. Okay? It's alright. We can-"
"No, it's not alright." Nathan was pissed. "I just wanna have a nice time with my fucking boyfriend in my own house but that prick always has to ruin everything!"
"I know. I know, I do sweetie, but now isn't the time. I'll sneak out of the window after they're in the house. You come over to my place later and we can finish this."
"God fucking dammit." Nathan mumbled. "I'm sorry Warren."
Warren kissed his forehead. "It's alright."