I sat on a stool in Kevin's garage next to his car. He was currently sanitizing a couple of syringes to draw our blood with. I watched nervously as he did so. "Kev, we're not going to die, are we?" I asked in a calm yet worried voice.

He looked at me in his usual stony face, then in pity. He sighed as he prepped the needle, "I'm not sure, I'm not going to lie. That would just be cruel." He held the syringe up, "You first, got that Benji?"

I nodded as I slid off my jacket and held out my arm. He held the inside of my elbow, looking for my vein. I cringed at the warmth of the needle when it went through then relaxed. He had pulled out 4 cc's of my blood then pulled the needle out. He pressed a piece of gauze on the punture. "Hold this." I pressed my thumb against the gauze and held it in place.

He did the same to himself and set both syringes in a compartment of a small machine next to his computer. He then began to press seemingly random buttons on it and the keyboard of his computer.

"Aaand... There." he pressed one final button and I looked over his shoulder at the stats. One of them was labeled 'Benjamin Kirby Tennyson', the other was Kevin Ethan Levin'. I couldn't see anything more then graphs and charts. I sighed and sat down.

"What's the stats doc?" I asked.

"... Nothing unusual just yet, but I think it might not have had time to have an effect, just yet." He turned in his swivel chair to look at me, "It may be best if you stay here though, who knows what might happen once it does though."

I groaned, "So we're fine?"

"Only for now, it may just be dormant. Though it might activate at any time, who knows." he leaned back and had his arms crossed behind his head. "You can take my room for now, I'll sleep on the couch."

"Whatever I'm going to take a shower." I stood up and walked into his home.

Kevin couldn't help but chuckle at his friend as he retreated. He stood up in one fluid motion and stalked off to the kitchen after grabbing Ben's jacket and throwing it on the couch. His living area was small but homey to him. The couch was soft enough to sleep on. And when Gwen came by one time she had commented on how the recliner was good enough to just curl up on with a good book. He had laughed at her, Kevin Levin doesn't read, he doesn't normally have the time, or patience. It's rare that he becomes even slightly interested in a book, unless it's a comic.

He pulled a cutting board out of the cabinet and began cutting up vegetables and a steak. He set the veggies and meat aside and pulled out a 'crock' pot. He took out some steak seasoning sauce and a bottle of beer and poured it into the crock pot with the meat and veggies following after. He turned the dial to a specific setting then set the cover on and left to lay on the couch.

Kevin remembered Ben's jacket and found it on the armrest near his head. He sniffed it to see if it needed washed, but found himself liking the scent. He sniffed it again and laughed, "Geez, Benji smells like a girl." He smelled sweet, almost like a fruity chocolate bar, next to the slight scent of blood and wood though, he had to admit, it fit the little guy.

Kevin groaned when he finally noticed his pants were tight on him. He sat up and took in a sharp intake of breath in pleasure. 'Shit, did I really get hard on just sniffing Ben's jacket? That's fucking ridiculous.' he thought.

He unzipped his jeans and took out his erection, he held it almost in a death grip and began to pump furiously. He groaned and leaned back panting and sweating. "B-ben." He muttered.

His mind decided to play a trick on him and imagine Ben was giving him the hand-job, and he came just at that little fantasy.

I stood in the hot spray of my shower and just let my eyes wander around the room. Eventually I found a towel for me to use after, hanging on the bar of the wall. I found Kev's shampoo as well, of course it has the word 'manly' in it. I chuckled a bit.

He looked at me in his usual stony face, then in pity. He sighed as he prepped the needle, "I'm not sure, I'm not going to lie. That would just be cruel."

I wonder what he's thinking right now, he looked so worried. Then again, who wouldn't there's a chance the poison could activate while we're asleep and we could be dead before we even woke up! Then there's the matter he hasn't even had the guts to confess to Gwen...

I sighed. I always liked Kevin, I liked him when we first met, mainly because he was nice. Though Gwen... she still doesn't like him, I don't know why. He's cool, he's nice, he's got a nice build an-... Oh fuck. Oh fuck no, I like girls, I like girls!

'Then why have you been blowing Julie off?' a voice in my head argued.

I don't know, I like Julie, just not in THAT way. As a-a friend, you know?

'You don't like a lot of girls THAT way. there was that girl in 7th grade too, Meloney Grange, she tried to kiss you and you weren't just embarrassed, you were grossed out. It retorted.

That doesn't mean-

'Ben face it, ever since you first met Kevin, you couldn't look at ANYONE in THAT way. The way you practically mind-fuck him-'

I do not!

'Right, how you mind-ride him' I couldn't take it I got out of the shower and just stopped thinking. I grabbed the towel I spotted earlier and dried off. I put on my clothes and stomped out into the living room.

"Kevin!" I demanded. That caused him to straighten in attention.

His eyes narrowed at me, "What is it , Tennyson?"

I walked up to him and stood over where he was sitting with a scowl across both of our faces. We stayed like that for a few minutes, before I finally had the guts to do what I wanted to. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips. He seemed shocked, and honestly I was horrified when I realized, what I had just done.