Nicely Nicely Johnson woke up that morning with blurred vision, an aching lower body, and a pounding migraine. He groaned in agony. He didn't have a clue what happened last night, but needless to say, he was extremely hungover. He opened one eye, the sudden flash of light sending pain crashing through his head. But he was able to make out his surroundings. He was in his own bedroom, thankfully. He looked down at himself. Although the blankets were pulled up to his waist, he could tell was only in his underwear, which was odd in itself, but even more strange was the arm wrapped loosely around his thin stomach. Suddenly terrified, he turned his head slowly around to see the familiar face of...

"BENNY?!" He screeched, propelling himself out of the bed as fast as his stiff legs could muster.

"Good morning, Princess!" said the other man, using the nickname only he used for Nicely. "How are you this fine morning?" He made no effort to hide his similarly bare chest.

"N-not nicely, nicely..." he stuttered, cowering behind the bed away from his roommate.

Benny Southstreet chuckled.

"Come now, you don't got nothing to hide from me no more."

"W-what's going on? Why are you... D-did we..." He couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence.

The other gambler sighed.

"So you don't remember last night?"

Nicely shook his head.

"Well, we was at the hotbox together, watching Nathan's fiancée, Adelaide, and the other dancers. You had an awful lot to drink, even when I told you to stop. So at about midnight, I figures I should take us home. So I calls a cab, and in about twenty minutes, I'm helpin' you stagger up to our front door. I takes you up to your room and puts you in your bed. I was about to go to bed myself, but you stops me, and… you tells me that you... well, that you loves me, and that you wants to..." he gestured to the bed.

Listening to the story, Nicely blushed a dark crimson.

"I-I'm really sorry... Benny..." he squeaked.

"So... you... don't feel that way about me no more?"

Nicely sighed. "Well, I..." He finally made eye contact with his best friend who was staring at him expectantly, hugging blankets to his chest. "I... do, Benny. That feeling that a guy gets for a doll, that's what I have for you. I wanted to keep it a secret, but... well..." He didn't need to finish. Benny gave him a crooked smile; the kind Nicely had fallen in love with over all these years. He shivered.

"If it makes you feel any better, I feel that way about you, too." said Benny.

"Really?"

Southstreet nodded. "I just couldn't tell you, seein' as we is both guys and all..." he paused." But it doesn't really matter, does it? If we both love each other..."

"Then it doesn't matter if we's both guys." Johnson finished.

Benny gazed lovingly at his new boyfriend, who was still curled up on the floor, shivering violently.

"You look cold, sweetheart. Come 'ere." he offered, tapping the space on the bed beside him. Nicely only hesitated for a moment before rushing to his lover's side. Benny wrapped his arm around Nicely's shoulders, pressing their bodies together. The two gamblers leaned back under the covers, Nicely's head on Benny's chest, their legs intertwined. Southstreet placed a gentle kiss on Nicely's forehead, causing him to relax and close his eyes.

Noticing that the skinny man snuggled against him was still shivering, he started stroking his light brown hair affectionately, pausing only to kiss him repeatedly on the side of his face. Nicely nuzzled further into his boyfriend's chest, inhaling his already familiar scent. They were falling more in love with each other by the second.
After a few minutes of cuddling, Nicely opened his eyes, his gaze locking with his lover's. The other man smiled at him, running his fingers through Johnson's messy hair. Before either of them knew it, Nicely had climbed on top of Benny, their mouths were mere millimetres apart. They closed their eyes, and Johnson touched his lips to Benny's in a tender and passionate kiss. A few seconds later, Nicely broke the kiss, their lips noiselessly separating. He sighed in pleasure, letting his body relax and fall limp on top of the other man's.
"I love you, Princess." whispered Benny, his lips brushing against his boyfriend's cheek. Nicely blushed at the nickname.
"I love you too, Benny."