"Wait, so you kissed him, not the other way around?" David asked Evan, to which Evan nodded frantically.

"Doesn't sound like me, does it? But the way the sun was reflecting of his eyes I couldn't help myself. He even suggested we start properly dating, so I must have done something right, right?" Evan was too excited to articulate properly, so he just let his inner teenage girl fly free. Nogla and Tyler were leaning forward with earnest expressions lighting up their faces. They were so invested in Evan's recount of his date earlier that day that they had almost forgotten about their own experiences. Almost.

Nogla nodded, "Yes Evan, it sounds like it was perfect. Can I play the first dance song at your wedding?"

"Settle down, we only got coffee together," Evan laughed, rolling his eyes.

"And made out," Tyler snorted, laughing harder as Evan's face went bright red.

"What about you two then? How did you grindr date go?" Evan changed the topic away from him, gesturing to David instead.

"We got pizza, he's a really down-to-Earth guy, ya know?" Nogla shrugged his shoulders.

"And?" Tyler interrogated after a moment.

"And then we snogged for a bit," David replied, eyeing his cuticles.

"Knew it, you dirty bastard," Tyler chuckled.

"Hey! I know you were pashing that guy who ruined your suit, what are you laughing at?" Nogla defended, pointing at Tyler, who was faintly blushing.

"What, a man can't kiss his boyfriend in peace?" Tyler asked, looking between the two men, who only shook their heads at him with faint smiles. Evan heard a car rumble to a stop in the driveway of the secret base.

"That must be Moo," Evan said as he rose and unlocked the front door for his friend. Sure enough, Brock exited his car and made his way up the steps to the large house. As he entered, Evan noticed that Brock was wearing a scarf, even though it was quite warm outside. Plus, Brock was never really a scarf type of guy. He had his shades resting on his nose, covering his brown eyes.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late." Brock set his keys down on the coffee table and took a seat opposite Tyler and Nogla. Evan took the space left, next to Brock.

"Dude, you look like a wreck. We haven't heard from you since last night, you get shitfaced?" Tyler asked, suspiciously eyeing Brock. Brock then removed his sunglasses.

"No, tipsy, maybe," Brock answered.

"I thought you hated scarves," Nogla said, pointing at the scarf wrapped tightly around Brock's neck.

"Yeah I do," Brock said. He unwound the scarf and threw it onto the coffee table. His neck was covered in a multitude of dark hickeys, spreading from his jawline down to the base of his neck and disappearing under his shirt. There was even a bite mark at the junction of his neck. The three others stared in wonder for a moment before anyone spoke.

"Was it that good?" Tyler asked, smile playing at his lips.

"Actually, that's what I need to talk about. For the past three or so months I've been seeing this guy, only casual, not strings attached and stuff," Brock took a deep breath, "but I think I'm starting to catch feelings."

"Oh, Brock..." Evan slung an arm around Brock's muscly shoulders.

"We promised each other that we wouldn't let it develop into anything more than casual hookups, but he's just so sweet, and he cares. It's more than any of my past relationships have ever done for me." Everyone knew that Brock was talking about Lindsey, his ex-wife. Brock married her when they were both 19, and they stayed together for five years before he walked in on her with another man. She had been going behind his back for three years, and Brock was too scared to try dating anyone again. Now he's 27, and still hasn't tried to get pack into the dating pool. This is big for Brock.

"Well, reassess the relationship with him, be honest, nothing to lose, right?" Nogla offered.

"Yes there is." Brock held his head in his hands. "I could lose him." Something occurred to Evan.

"You never told us his name," Evan said, looking down at Brock's slumped form. Brock sat back up.

"Oh, right, his name is Brian."

Jonathan slid his mask back into his underwear draw to hide it from his roommate. Lui and Jonathan were going to steal from the art museum a few streets down, but Lui text Jon telling him that there had been a change of plans and the steal was off. So instead, Jonathan resigned himself to a night of editing photos on his computer.

If he concentrated, he could still feel the tingle in his lips, and could smell Evan's scent. Jon could feel his cheeks grow red and heat began to pool low in his stomach. He quickly switched his mind away from Evan and focused to fixing the saturation of his ocean view photo instead.

No sooner had he finished, Jon heard keys jingling and unlocking the door. Evan stepped through, a smile lighting up his face as he spots Jon. Jon closed his laptop and turned to greet Evan properly. Jon felt Evan's lean arms wrap tight around him, muscles tensing underneath sun kissed skin. Jon inhaled deeply, feeling secure in Evan's arms.

"How were your friends?" Jon asked, remembering that Evan said he made plans with his friends for after their rendezvous. A crease between Evan's eyebrows formed, and all Jonathan wanted to do was lean up and smooth it out. So he did.

"Had a relationship dilemma, but hopefully it's just nothing," Evan said vaguely.

"Well, instead of worrying about your friend, how about you relax for one night instead? I have some shitty Adam Sandler movies that need to be watched," Jon offered, smiling up at Evan. Evan smiled back and nodded softly.

"That sounds perfect, even though Adam Sandler is about as funny as my left foot," Evan replied, making his way to the couch and flopping down on it.

Jon raced into the kitchen and grabbed two bowls of cookie dough ice cream. When he entered again, Evan had put in the DvD and was waiting patiently for Jon to return.

"Ice cream? Are you an actual mind reader, or just a life saver?" Evan asked, patting the couch next to him.

"I'm your guardian angel, Ev," Jon laughed, handing Evan a bowl of ice cream. Jon slumped on the couch next to Evan as Grown Ups started. Throughout the course of the movie, Jon felt himself drift closer and closer to Evan. Their ice cream bowls lay long forgotten on the coffee table, and Jon's head was resting on Evan's chest, their arms snaking around each other.

Soon, the movie finished and Jon could barely keep his eyes open. He went back to his own room after cleaning the dishes to get changed into a pair of loose fitting pants. After brushing his teeth, Jon followed Evan back to his room, too cold to spend the night alone. Evan was already tucked under his blankets, not expecting Jon to follow him.

Jon crept over to Evan's bed and climbed in next to him. He faced Evan and rested his next next to his shoulder, hugging him close. Evan snaked his own arms around Jon, pulling the slighter man towards him. Evan pressed his lips to Jon's forehead before they drifted off to sleep, still in each other's arms.