A/N: FORESHADOWINGGGG *cough cough* fat water buffalo *cough cough cough*

Seriously though; Nicely, darling, stop eating at McDonkadonk's for every meal.

Peace, love, and Oxford commas,

-Moi, BWR :)

P.S. Thanks to TheDoctorWatson for the positive review! It means a lot. You da bestest!

P.P.S I challenged myself to write this chapter without using the word 'nuzzle'. I SUCCEEDED! BE PROUD

Kay I's a gon' shut up now.

Nicely Johnson stepped out of the shower, wrapping a warm towel around his shoulders. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the foggy mirror. Not one to enjoy staring at himself, he averted his eyes. But he found himself looking back; something about his appearance had been bothering him lately. Yes, he had always been a bit self-conscious, he thought as he wiped off some of the condensation, but he was feeling even worse about himself than usual. Shyly, he lowered the towel to his waist. Yes, he was definitely gaining weight. He scowled, poking himself in the stomach. He wasn't really fat yet, but he was afraid he was going in that direction. There was already a visible layer of fluff building up around his midsection, and he didn't like it one bit. He poked himself again, thinking of how his skinniness was one of the only attractive things about him. Why did this have to be happening?

He heard the front door opening. Benny must have returned home from running his errands.

"Hey, Princess!" he called from downstairs.

"Hi, Benny." Nicely replied.

A few moments later, Southstreet walked up the stairs.

"Benny..." the other started.

"Hmm?"

Nicely took a deep breath. He had to come clean to Benny about this. He opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, clutching the towel around his waist.

"Do I Iook... bad to you?"

Benny's jaw dropped slightly. It took him a moment to process the fact that Nicely had just appeared wearing nothing but a towel. Benny had only seen him shirtless once before, and it had been a long time. Too long, he thought, as his eyes scanned Nicely completely. He noticed everything: from his hair, adorably messy and wet, to his somewhat visible collarbones, to the way the towel was slipping to his waist, to the way he was timid under Benny's stare.

"What's supposed to be wrong with you?" Muttered Benny, mesmerized by everything about the situation.

He scowled. "Benny! This is serious!"

"And I seriously don't see nothin' wrong with you… What do you think is wrong?"

"Am I... you know... fat?"

Benny got a confused look.

"What? No! Nicely, why would you think such a thing?"

"It's just... I've been gainin' weight lately, and I know that other than me bein' skinny, there ain't much else attractive 'bout me… and I didn't want to disappoint you..."

Benny's expression went from confused to completely distraught. "'Disappoint me'? 'Nothin' attractive 'bout you'? Nicely, is you insane?"

Johnson frowned,dropping his gaze.

Benny rushed up to his boyfriend, gently grabbing him by the shoulders.

"Nicely, sweetheart…what's gotten into you?"

The shorter gambler looked back at Benny. "I… I'm not disappointin' you?"

Southstreet shook his head. "No! I don't know why you would think that… You could never disappoint me, Nicely Johnson. Never. As for you not bein' attractive…" Benny pulled away, looking Nicely over once again. "You ain't attractive… you're perfect."

Nicely smiled; just a tiny bit. Benny kissed him on the forehead, wrapping his arms around his waist. Nicely hugged the other close with his free arm, feeling his cares dissolve into nothingness.

"You're perfect, too." mumbled Nicely.

Benny pulled back ever so slightly, and touched his nose to Nicely's. Slowly, so as not to startle the other man, Benny leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend. After a few seconds, Johnson let out a soft moan, practically melting into the kiss.

All too soon, Benny broke their connection, and let his chin fall to Nicely's shoulder.

"I will always love you, Nicely. No matter what."