"That was a good game," Cry said, stretching back in his computer chair at his desk.

"Yeah, it was," Felix stated, closing out of Portal 2 and ending the recording on his laptop. Then, he let out a groan. "I don't think I could eat for another week or so."

"Well, you did eat half of the pizza," Cry chuckled, shutting down his desktop computer. He looked over to the wall clock, which read "11:32PM."

"Holy shit, Pewds, look at the time."

Felix looked over to the clock and his eyes widened in surprise. Had they really been playing Portal 2 that long? Time flies by when you're playing video games, I guess.

Before he knew it, Felix felt the couch dip beside him. He looked to his left to see Cry sitting right next to him.

"So, how's everything going with that Marzia girl you met online?"

"Good, I guess," Felix hummed, shutting down his laptop and closing it.

"You guess?"

"I mean, we're not going to be dating – at least not any time soon. I don't know, man. We've only known each other for a couple of weeks and she's already flirting with me. I mean, it's flattering and all, but it feels like it's too soon, you know?" Felix faced Cry.

"Well, why don't you just tell her, then?"

"I don't want to hurt her feelings. You know how sensitive women are."

"Yeah, that's true. Well, it's getting late. I think I'm going to hit the hay," Cry said, standing up from the couch.

"Cry, you shouldn't do that. Hay abuse is not okay!" Felix joked.

Cry chuckled. "Do you want to sleep in here or my bed? I don't have a guest bedroom, so sorry about that."

"I can sleep on the couch. Go ahead and sleep in your bed."

"Are you sure?"

Felix nodded.

"Okay, but I don't want to hear any complaining about back problems tomorrow," Cry chuckled. "Night, Pewds."

"Night."

Felix watched as Cry walked into his bedroom and closed the door behind him, leaving Felix all alone in the living room. The Swede sighed and put his closed laptop on the ground and lay down on the couch. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it definitely didn't live up to a bed's standards. He turned his body so he was facing the backrest of the couch.

Not even a full day away from home and I already miss Sweden.

Felix's heart sank as this thought crossed his mind. He loved being able to be in the US and spend time with Cry, but he couldn't ignore the fact that he was already getting homesick. He had always gotten homesick easily.

Felix yawned, feeling extremely drowsy like he had stayed up all night. Probably jetlag… Fuck you, jetlag.

Felix closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall asleep snuggled into the couch.

WAKE UP

GRAB-A-BRUSH-AND-PUT-ON-A-LITTLE-MAKE-UP

HIDE-THE-SCARS-TO-FADE-AWAY-THE-SHAKE-UP

WHY'D-YOU-LEAVE-THE-KEYS-UPON-THE-TABLE

Felix darted awake at the loud music, falling off of the couch and landing on his back. He heard loud laughter and calmed down slightly, looking up to see Cry laughing hysterically.

"You should have seen your face!" Cry choked on his laughter and turned off the loud music from his cell phone.

"You little shit!"

"Sorry, man," Cry chuckled and walked over to Felix, holding out his hand to help him up.

Felix accepted Cry's hand and let the American pull him back up on his feet. When he was standing, he noticed that he was rather close to Cry's face. So close in fact, that he could feel the brunet's breath on his mouth. Felix looked down at Cry's lips and then up to Cry's eyes. The icy blue orbs were slightly glossy and the atmosphere around them grew heavy. He could feel the heat coming off of Cry's face and his own face started to heat up as well.

I wonder if I just close the space…

Before Felix could get the chance to do that, Cry pulled away from the Swede, his face even redder now.

"S-Sorry about that, friend. Anyways, I need to go to work now. I hope you'll be okay by yourself. I'll be home at around ten tonight," Cry mumbled, looking at something to take his attention off of Felix.

"Right…" Felix said, looking away from Cry. His face felt like it was on fire.

"I uh, I have some fruits and vegetables in the fridge. You can get water from the fridge door. The phone book is in the kitchen drawer next to the sink," Cry walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down. "I'll give you my debit card number just in case you want to order something. I don't want you spending your money on anything since you paid for that plane ticket."

Felix didn't really know what to say in response, so he just nodded. He watched as Cry opened the front door.

"I'll see you later, bye," and with that, Cry left Felix all alone in his apartment.

The Swede sighed. What was he going to do all day by himself? It wasn't like he was in Sweden where he could just take his car out for a stroll if he was bored. Where did Cry work anyway? And what time was it?

Felix looked at the clock, which read "10:32AM."

The blond sighed again. He had a lot of time to kill before Cry came back home. He decided to lie back down on the couch, since he was pretty tired. He shut his eyes and immediately fell asleep.

When Felix woke up, he felt much more rested than he did before. He also didn't have to wake up to System of a Down blasting in his ears again, so that was a plus. The Swede sat up from his lying position and rubbed his eyes. He let out a soft yawn before looking at the clock, which read "6:49PM."

"Oh damn, I was asleep for a pretty long time," Felix mused, standing up from the couch. He stretched a little bit before his stomach let out a loud growl. "I'm pretty hungry, I guess…"

Felix walked over to the refrigerator and opened it. He frowned when he saw that almost all the vegetables and fruit in the refrigerator were spoiled. I guess we need to grocery shopping soon.

The Swede closed the refrigerator door. "Let's see if I can order some Chinese…"

Grabbing his cell phone and the phone book from the kitchen drawer, Felix began looking for a place to order Chinese food from.

It was around quarter to eleven when the front door to Cry's apartment swung open. Felix turned his attention from his laptop to the door. Cry closed the door behind him with two bags in his hands. The Swede looked closer at one of the bags and could barely make the outline of a box with glass bottles in it.

Did Cry buy beer?

"How was work?" Felix asked.

Cry looked over at Felix and gave him a weak smile. "It was exhausting. I bought us a little something, though." Cry took the item out of one of the bags and held it up so Felix could see.

Yup, it's definitely beer, Felix thought to himself.

Cry put the case of beer down and cracked open a bottle for himself. "You want one?"

"Sure. Also, I ordered some Chinese food with your card, I hope you don't mind. You need to go grocery shopping, dude. Almost all your food is spoiled."

"Really?" Cry asked, opening up the refrigerator. "Oh shit, I guess I do need to go grocery shopping."

Cry closed the refrigerator door and grabbed an unopened beer. He opened it and walked over to Felix, handing him the unopened bottle.

"Thanks," Felix said, taking the bottle, "by the way, I ordered you some food, too. It's in the microwave."

"Sweet, thanks," Cry said, rushing to the microwave to grab his box of Chinese food. He took another swig of his beer.

Felix sipped on his own beer and resisted making a face. It tasted awful – nothing like the beer in Sweden – but it would do the job either way, so he took another sip, trying to ignore the flavor.

"Sorry I couldn't get any of the really good beer. I wanted to save a bit of money," Cry smiled sheepishly and sat down next to Felix with his box of food and his bottle of beer.

"So, where do you work?" Felix asked.

"I work at an office as a receptionist. It's really boring, but it pays well for a part time job, so I want to keep it as much as possible."

Felix nodded. His own job was pretty tedious, but he never worked as many hours as Cry seemed to work, but he made almost just as much money as Cry from his job alone – if not more. Things are so different in America…

Felix finished off his bottle of beer and succeeded in trying to hold the taste down. It was pretty nasty, but getting drunk right now with his friend sounded like fun, so he tolerated it.

"Do you want another beer? I bought two different kinds, so if that one didn't taste good, you can try the other."

Felix nodded and sat up from the couch. He threw the empty beer bottle away and cracked open a new one from the other case. As he gulped it down, he realized that it wasn't that bad, so he finished off the bottle in a series of large gulps.

"Whoa, be careful with your alcohol, friend," Cry chuckled.

"I've been drinking for years, I can handle my alcohol," Felix said, slightly slurring his last word.

"Whatever you say," Cry laughed slightly at Felix's slight slur.

Felix's face heated up.

"Have as much beer as you want, man."

"Thanks," Felix hummed and opened up a new bottle of beer. He chugged it down pretty easily. His head began to feel a little fuzzy as he felt the buzz starting to kick in.

This is going to be a long night.

The two boys ended up playing Left 4 Dead 2 on Cry's Xbox and still drinking beer. Felix was drinking his fifth beer while Cry was on his fourth. Cry was starting to get pretty buzzed, but Felix was pretty much stepping into wasted territory.

"Not fair!" Felix pouted. He had just been killed by a horde of zombies.

"Well, it's your fault for shooting that car," Cry smiled at the Swede.

"They need to fix the lights in the car, then. I could barely see them."

"Pewds, I can see the lights in the car just fine and I have to wear glasses. It's just because you're drunk," Cry chuckled.

"I am not drunk!" Felix said, waving his hands around.

"Okay, then, let's do a sobriety test. Stand up," Cry said, standing up.

Felix put the controller down onto the couch and slowly stood up. Cry moved the coffee table a bit to give Felix a bit of room.

"Okay, now try to walk in a straight like from here to there," Cry pointed to the door of his bedroom.

"Psssh, that's easy! Watch a pro!" Felix smiled, straightening his posture. He began to take small steps, actually managing to keep steady.

"You're doing well, surprisingly," Cry said, amazed. He stood in front of his doorframe.

"I told you I wasn't drunk," Felix slurred slightly, looking up at Cry.

"You still haven't finished the test."

Felix sighed and began walking again. He was almost at Cry's door – he was going to make it!

…that was until he tripped over nothing and stumbled down.

"Felix!" Cry exclaimed, moving down to catch Felix before he fell on the ground. "Fuck!"

With that, the two boys fell to the ground with Felix on top of Cry, moaning in pain. The Swede lifted his head, his chin resting on Cry's. Cry looked up at Felix, his face instantly heating up. Felix began to blush as well, realizing just how close their faces were – just like earlier this morning.

The blond looked into Cry's eyes again and noticed that they had that glossy look like they did this morning. His eyes kept travelling to the brunet's lips and back to his eyes and then back to his lips – and he noticed that Cry's eyes were doing the same thing with him.

Cry was the one to make the first move, instantly diving right in and kissing the Swede roughly. Felix's eyes widened in surprise as he sobered up quite easily from the kiss. Soon, his eyes fluttered shut as he scooted up to deepen the kiss. The brunet moaned in the kiss and held the now sober blond close to him, wrapping his arms around Felix's waist.

Felix responded to this by holding Cry's face in his hands. His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth and traced along Cry's lower lip, begging for entrance. Cry gladly gave him access and let Felix's tongue explore his mouth. The Swede noticed that Cry's mouth tasted like beer and fried rice. Now whenever he would taste beer or fried rice, he would probably think about Cry and this very moment with the sweet brunet.

Taking Felix by surprise, Cry pulled Felix's tongue all the way in his mouth and began to gently suck on it. Felix moaned with pleasure and ran his hands from Cry's face, down to his neck, and finally at his stomach with his thumbs underneath the brunet's shirt. The Swede could feel the American shiver underneath him from the touch. Felix could feel his member already twitching in excitement.

Cry moved away from the kiss and began to trail small kisses up and down Felix's neck. Felix gasped sharply as he felt Cry nibble on a very sensitive spot on his neck. That action made Felix completely break down and melt into the American's arms.

"Oh fuck, Cry," Felix breathed, gripping onto the brunet's shirt, "I want you so bad."

"M-Me too," Cry mumbled against Felix's warm neck, blowing air onto it.

Felix moaned and blushed from both excitement and embarrassment. When was he so sensitive all of a sudden?

"Do you have… hnn! Protection?" Felix tried desperately to form words while Cry was nibbling on his neck again.

The American pulled back. "No, I don't keep condoms or lube around…"

"Fuck… we need to get some at the store."

"The stores around here are closed, Felix. It's almost three in the morning."

Felix sat up to look at the clock, but stopped and moaned loudly when the movement caused their bulges to rub against each other.

"Fuck… okay, first thing in the morning," Felix stated, shakily getting off of Cry. He put out his hand and helped Cry to his feet.

Cry nodded in agreement and stood up with Felix's help. He pulled the Swede in for another kiss. Felix reluctantly pushed away from the kiss.

"Not yet, wait until the morning or I won't be able to control myself," Felix breathed.

Cry nodded, looking into Felix's glazed over, lust-filled blue eyes.

"Night, Cry," Felix hummed, moving away from Cry and walking over to lie down on the couch.

"Night," Cry breathed, rushing to his room.

That night, neither of them got much sleep.