"So... What happened… ya know…" Nathan gestured to Warren with the hand that held the blunt, trying to keep the smoke he had just inhaled trapped in his lungs. The two sat on Nathan's bed, Bob's Burgers still playing in the background. They had finished off the Fireball and Nathan could see Warren was already drunk. He looked like a lightweight, and the weed was only going to make things better.

"What do you mean?" Warren asked, taking the blunt Nathan passed to him. He followed Nathan's previous instructions and took a hit, trying his best not to cough. If he coughed, Nathan might think he was some weak ass bitch that couldn't hang. He didn't want that.

"I mean… you've never freaked out like that before. Well I mean, not to my knowledge." Nathan continued, crossing his legs and leaning back against his headboard. Warren shrugged, turning his head to blow the smoke away from Nathan.

I shouldn't push him. If I was in his position, I wouldn't want to talk about it either.

Nathan opened his mouth to change the subject but Warren spoke instead.

"A person that I've liked for a very long time just rejected me. They even 'brother-zoned' me, can you believe that?" Warren confessed, his voice cracking towards the end. "After that I came straight here, but I scared you and you started choking. And instead of helping, I hurt you… again…" Nathan stayed silent, unsure of what to say.

"Do you have anything else to drink?" Warren asked, handing Nathan back the blunt and standing from the bed. Nathan reached over and grabbed the water bottle he had sitting on his bedside table. He went to hand it to Warren but Warren had picked up the scotch sitting on his desk instead.

"Whoa, hold on there tiger. I don't think that's a good idea." Nathan said, taking a hit from the blunt, but not moving to stop Warren. Warren looked back and forth between the boy and the liquor.

"Promise to take care of me?" Warren asked suddenly, staring straight into Nathan's soul. Nathan shrugged, sitting up properly. "Depends."

Warren raised his eyebrow, "On?" Nathan sighed, standing from the bed to take the scotch from Warren's hands and handing him the half finished blunt.

"I know you probably aren't in the best place mentally right now, but you shouldn't drink to try and make yourself feel better. Trust me, it doesn't work." Nathan said, eyeing the scotch. Warren furrowed his eyebrows, watching as Nathan gazed at the scotch. The look in his eyes held nothing but pain and Warren could only imagine what he was thinking.

Nathan looked back at Warren. He looked fucking terrible, maybe getting fucked up would lighten his mood a little… "It depends on whether or not you're a sloppy drunk." He finally answered with a smirk on his face. Warren playfully pushed at his arm, taking a long hit from the nearly forgotten blunt. "I've never been drunk, so I guess we'll just have to find out." He said after blowing out the smoke and sending Nathan a mischievous smile.

"I wanna dance."

Warren said as he sat up from where he was lying on the floor. The room tilted a little as he looked around to find Nathan. He was sitting in his desk chair, the one with the lil wheels. Warren suddenly remembered when Nathan had used that chair to shield his body from him when he came to apologize. That had hurt his feelings.

Warren frowned, he should totally apologize again. It took him a little while, but he somehow managed to crawl to Nathan, putting his head on his lap. Nathan jumped, fighting his urge to push away from the contact as he watched the boy in his lap. "W-What are you doing?" Warren opened his mouth but he came up with nothing.

Wait what was I going to say?

He completely forgot, so he went back to the previous subject. "Do you wanna dance? Is this normal?" Warren asked, looking genuinely confused. "You're so comfy." Warren complimented, completely switching topics. Nathan mind was swimming with what to do. He had a habit of doing stupid things when he was drunk, stupid horny things, and Warren was heading down that dangerous road the longer to two touched. He eventually ended up pushing Warren's heavy head off of him. Warren didn't even try to catch himself, falling back to the floor belly up.

Nerd.

Nathan thought as he watched Warren look around the room in amazement, a weird smile on his lips. There was a time where drinking and smoking use to really affect Nathan. But now he was so use to it, his high started to leave as soon it had gotten there. Nathan sighed and returned to watching American Dad just as the end credits started playing. When did they change the show?

"Nathannnnnn." Warren started to whine, sitting up once again. "What?" Nathan answered, not paying any attention to the boy on the floor. "Look at me." Warren demanded. Nathan sighed again and turned his head towards Warren, who was now starting to pull his hair back into a ponytail. "Does this look dumb?" He asked, trying his best to pose. Nathan busted out laughing at the sight of Warren holding his hair in one hand, his other hand on his hip as he pursed his lips. Warren let his hair go, laughing along with Nathan.

"I really like it when you laugh, Nathan." Warren said once they started to calm down. Nathan raised his eyebrow at the statement. "Oh yeah, and why is that?"

Warren shrugged lazily, "I dunno. It's probably because when you do laugh, you look happy. And just knowing that I could make you smile…" Warren trailed off, closing his eyes and smiling.

Nathan felt his cheeks heat up. Warren looked so fucking adorable. His hair was a mess and his clothes were a little out of place from rolling all over the floor, his cheeks a light pink from the alcohol. Nathan's mind thought back to the dream he had the other night. The dream where Warren was a hot, moaning mess while Nathan fucked him. His cheeks were about the same color pink as they were right now. His mouth hanging open, saliva sliding down his chin—

Nathan was snapped from his horny admiration session once Warren opened his eyes and caught the other staring. "What? Is there something on my face?" Warren asked, his head tilting to the side.

"U-Uh no, there isn't." Nathan said quickly, returning his attention to the projection. He turned the chair away from the other so Warren couldn't see the problem in his basketball shorts.

Fuck, I need to calm down. Fucking alcohol.

"Hey, Nathan?" Warren asked. Nathan looked back to the other, raising an eyebrow. "Is it true that Max and Chloe were harassing you? Like with blackmail and stuff?" Warren looked concerned, his puppy dog eyes pulling at Nathan's heart.

Nathan looked away from Warren, unable to take the look he was giving him. "Yeah." He's not sure why he answered, but he might as well blame the alcohol for that too.

Warren's eyebrows knitted together, "What did they say to you?"

Nathan bit his cheek, trying to calm himself after replaying in his mind what the girls did to him. He felt a soft hand come in contact with his bare knee, the warmth from it causing mixed signals to go through his head. On one hand he was horny and drunk and the small gesture was enough to make his little problem worse. Nathan was more than glad that the angle he was turned away from Warren hid his excitement pretty well. But when Nathan looked back at Warren, he gave him a little nod, his drunken lopsided smile somehow giving Nathan comfort.

"They, uh, they took pictures of me."

Warren waited patiently for Nathan to elaborate.

Nathan sighed, "I went to this party at the junk yard. I had just gotten into a fight with my dad a few hours before, so all I could think of was drinking, trying to forget…" Nathan glanced over at Warren, and when he saw that all of Warren's attention was on him, his cheeks warmed. He cleared his throat and looked away, continuing his story.

"So, anyways I had a few drinks but not enough to get really fucked up because I still had to drive and all that. But I guess I was buzzed enough not to notice when someone slipped something into my drink." Warren's eyes widened, but Nathan continued. "I guess they had asked one of their friends, Amber or something, to flirt with me because next thing I know I'm being dragged to a part of the Junk Yard that was quieter. And that's the last thing I remember…"

"And the next day, I woke up. I was in my bed, my truck was in the parking lot, and I had a terrible hang over, so I just assumed that I made it back somehow like I always did. But there was a note on my bedside table telling me to be in the girl's bathroom by the gym at 5pm 'or else'" Nathan air quoted.

"Usually I wouldn't be bothered by something small like that, but it was inside of my room, and I don't let anyone inside my room. So I did as the note said and went to the bathroom, sure enough there stood the blue haired bitch and her lapdog. Uh… sorry… I know they're your friends." Nathan apologized. Warren only shook his head, "It's fine, please continue."

"Well they uh, starting spouting some shit about my dad's plan to kick the tall one out of her house or something and that I better do something about it or else they would spread pictures all over the school. Of course I had no idea what they were talking about, but then Max pulled out her camera to show me the pictures they took of me. I was… I was…" Nathan's fists clenched at his sides and Warren could tell he was getting angry but instead of calming him down he waited for Nathan to continue, the suspense was killing him.

"I was passed out, butt ass naked lying in dirt. They hog tied my arms behind my back and there was this white shit smeared all over my face and chest. It looked like I had just been in the middle of a fucking bukkake session." Nathan was seething by now, his fingernails digging into his palm painfully. Warren noticed right away and scooted closer to the other, taking both of his hands in his.

Nathan watched as Warren smoothed over his knuckles with his thumbs, kissing one of the scars on his right hand. Nathan blushed; does he have any idea what he's doing to him? He relaxed the assault on his palms, allowing Warren to hold his hands correctly. The other boy smiled up at him, "What did you do?" Warren asked, encouraging Nathan to go on.

"I told them I couldn't help. I don't have control like that over my father; he does whatever the fuck he wants. He's a grown ass man. But they wouldn't believe me, so I offered them money. Anything to stop them from putting that photo all over the school… Of course that Chloe bitch accepted the money. $3,000 for a fucking picture…" Warren furrowed his eyebrows, but stayed quiet as he waited for Nathan to finish.

"Max deleted the picture after that and I left the bathroom. But I'm not dumb. I knew that they were following me everywhere I went. Probably trying to get some other kind of dirt on me, for all I know. So I got that fake gun. I thought that if I scared the shit out of them enough they'd leave me alone. I was going to wait until they tried something but the day I saw them coming out of my room, I snapped. I aimed the gun straight at them and like I expected, they started freaking out. But then you came to the rescue… and… you know the rest." Nathan finished, staring at the hands that Warren still held.

"I'm so sorry, Nathan. If I would have known, I would have never done what I did to you." Warren apologized, looking up at Nathan from between his legs with his big brown eyes. Nathan could feel his heart stall for a minute as he looked at the boy in front of him."It's fine." Nathan said breathlessly, eyeing Warren's lips. What he wouldn't give to kiss him again. But he'd kiss him properly this time, no force.

No, don't be stupid. We have a good thing going here and it would be stupid as fuck to ruin it now. Not to mention how fucked up it would be if I was to try anything while Warren was this vulnerable.

"I don't know about you, but all this talking about old shit really killed my high." Nathan said, trying to find any reason to pull his hand away from Warren, but Warren held on. "Warren…" Nathan started, but he stopped once Warren kissed his knuckles again.

"Nathan, you shouldn't have had to go through any of that. I know you have a rough time because of your dad and this whole thing just added on top of it... Now you're risking hanging out with me, maybe I should leave? Would that make things easier for you?" Warren asked. His eyes were watery, his bottom lip sticking out just barely.

Man, this guy is good. I should have known Warren would be an emotional drunk.

Nathan mentally cursed himself.

"Warren, I want to hang out with you. Didn't you hear what I said earlier? I don't let anyone into my room, but here we are." Nathan leaned close to Warren and ran his thumb under Warren's eye, catching the tear that almost fell. Nathan felt the corners of his mouth raise into a smile involuntarily at how fucking cute Warren looked with his big eyes sparkling in the artificial lighting of the room.

"Nathan… I think I like you."