"Nathan… I think I like you." Warren said, his eyes widening as soon as the last word left his lips. "Oh shit, I said that out loud." Nathan only nodded, his eyes as wide as Warren's. "B-But its okay if you don't like me back! I mean it's weird to like guys, right? HAHAHA is it hot in here?" Warren let go of Nathan's other hand and scooted away, pulling at his shirt to fan himself.

"Warren…" Nathan started, "I think… I like you, too." Warren stopped fanning himself, looking bewildered. "R-Really?" Nathan nodded bashfully, finally standing from the chair to get his box with his weed in it. He then sat across from Warren on the floor to pack a bowl. "Have you ever seen one of these?" Nathan asks as he pulls out a nice, clean glass piece. Warren nodded, "Yeah, on the internet." He admitted, chuckling.

Nathan expertly took a hit from the piece, handing it to Warren. "Cover this little hole on the side with your thumb and light it. Inhale, then let go of the hole and keep inhaling. Then do what I told you earlier, inhale again after your done and hold it." Nathan instructed.

For some reason Warren kept having trouble, so Nathan offered to light it for him, but that still didn't work.

"I have an idea… Do you trust me?" Nathan asked Warren. Warren nodded, skeptically watching Nathan take another hit. Once the smoke was in his lungs he leaned in close to Warren, their lips barely touching as Nathan allowed the smoke to flow out of his mouth and into Warren's. Warren seemed to understand what was happened and inhaled. Once Nathan's lungs were empty he pulled back, giving Warren room to blow out the smoke. "That's called shot gunning." Nathan said with a small blush on his cheeks.

"Have you done that a lot?" Warren asked, a blush on his cheeks as well. Nathan shook his head, taking another hit from the piece. "You were my first." He winked blowing the smoke into Warren's face. Warren's heart swelled at the thought of being the first one to do anything like that with Nathan.

"C-Can you, um, do it… again?" Warren asked nervously. Nathan only smirked, taking a hit and leaning in. But this time Warren cupped his face, putting his open mouth on Nathan's as he transferred the smoke. Warren turned his head to blow out the smoke, but held Nathan's face close to his. Once the smoke was out of the way, Warren turned back to Nathan and smashed their lips together. Nathan was surprised that Warren was this bold, but he wasn't complaining. He finally had a chance to kiss the lips he was constantly thinking about.

He kissed Warren back immediately, enjoying the lingering taste of the scotch on his lips. Warren kept moaning softly into the kiss, and Nathan had to have an iron grip on his self control if he didn't want to ruin this. The sounds coming from the other boy were triggering all the "Fuck the shit out of him" nerves in his body.

Nathan almost dropped the piece when Warren suddenly pushed him back onto the floor, climbing on top of him to straddle his hips. This was going way too fast. Nathan knew he should stop the other boy, but he hasn't felt this good in so long. When was the last time that he genuinely liked someone, and they liked him back? Warren pulled away from Nathan's mouth only to latch onto his neck. Nathan couldn't help the moan that escaped passed his lips. That only riled Warren up, his hands now exploring over Nathan's chest.

Shit! This is getting crazy…

"Warren…" Nathan said without breath, pushing weakly at Warren's head. But Warren ignored his protests and continued ravishing his throat, his hands reaching lower in between Nathan's legs to grab at his hard dick. "Whoa! Okay… calm down." Nathan said as he sat up, a bit more forceful this time. Warren sat back on his heels, taking ragged breaths. Nathan was also out of breath, but he knew the way Warren was gasping for air wasn't because of the kissing.

Nathan knew something was wrong, but he couldn't hear the fight that Warren was having with himself inside of his head.

Good job, Warren. First you hurt him, and then you're all over him. What's wrong with you? He must be so confused. Are you that desperate to grab the guy's dick the first chance you get? He must think you're some kind of slut. He had to force you off of him. He didn't like what you were doing. You fuck up.

Warren's eyes filled with tears as he let out a shaky sob. Nathan was so confused, but not for the reason Warren thought. A moment ago he was grabbing his cock, now he's crying? "Hey, shhhh shhh. It's okay." Nathan comforted, sliding a hand to the back of Warren's head and guiding him to his shoulder. Warren cried into Nathan's shirt, balling the cloth on his back into his fists.

Now he's comforting you! You were a dick to him and now he feels bad for you! What a great way to make it all about yourself!

Warren pushed away from Nathan, trying to climb off of him. Nathan let him go. For a second he felt like he had done something wrong, but when Warren started gasping for air Nathan recognized the situation instantly.

Hyperventilating. He's having another attack.

This time seemed a lot more serious that it had earlier. Nathan had never calmed someone else down from a panic attack before, but thanks to Warren he knew exactly what to do now. He rushed to Warren, grabbing his face in his hands and forcing him to look him dead in the eye. "Hey, look at me. Take a deep breath, okay? In and out, just like you told me, remember? Back in the hallway?" Nathan mimicked taking a deep breath and Warren tried to follow him, shaking as he struggled to inhale.

"That's it, you're doing so great... Keep breathing." Nathan encouraged as he brushed the tear drenched hair from Warren's face. Nathan held his eye contact with Warren as he continued to take deep breaths with him. He released his hold on his face and took both of Warren's hands in his. Nathan brought the hands to his lips and kissed each of his fingers. After a few more deep breaths Warren was back to breathing normally, but he was still shaking.

"Are you okay?" Nathan asked genuinely worried as he held Warren's hands tighter. Warren nodded, leaning forward to rest his head against Nathan's. "I'm sorry." He whispered. Nathan's heart ached with how pained the other boy had sounded. Nathan angled his head to kiss the other boy lightly. "Don't be. It was my fault." Nathan admitted, smiling apologetically. Warren's eyes filled with tears again, but he fought to keep them back.

"No, it's not your fault. It's mine. I don't… I don't know what's wrong with me… Max was doing such terrible things to you, and what I did… I just feel so shitty. I know you say its fine, but I don't feel like its fine. I'll never be able to forgive myself for what I did. You had to go through so much…" Warren shook his head, his bottom lip trembling.

Nathan pulled the other boy to him, holding him close as he began crying again. Nathan almost wanted to cry too. He's never had someone care this much for him. Not even his family cared this much. It was such a strange feeling. "Maybe drinking wasn't such a great idea." Nathan joked. Warren chuckled, "Yeah, maybe not."

Nathan pulled back and met Warren's eyes. "I think we should go to bed, it's getting late." Warren nodded, letting Nathan stand and pull him up with him. The two climbed under Nathan's covers and Nathan turned off the light on the bedside table. The light from the projector lit up the room, but acted more like a nightlight than a real source of light.

"Can I hold you?" Nathan whispered once they had gotten settled. Nathan waited until he saw Warren's silhouette nod before he carefully hugged him from behind. When Warren felt Nathan's warm arm drape over his midsection, a wave of comfort instantly washed over him. Warren snuggled further backwards into the boy behind him and sighed, relishing in the feeling of another person next to him. Nathan had to fight the blood from rushing straight to his dick now that Warren was pressing right on it. Thankfully he was tired, and was soon able to fall asleep soundly with the nerdy boy in his arms.