That smirk, he moved over to me, and we intertwined. It was everything that had built up physically. He always had to look away or sit on his hands. I had to press myself farther into the chair I was sitting in or take a harder drag off a cigarette.

Breath mingled, hands roamed over bare skin, this was the closest we'd been in a while. There were no awkward pauses from the past, it was full force, and my stomach grew tighter. Teeth scraped my bottom lip, lips followed down my chin, along the jawbone, making their way straight for the clavicle.

My head was clouded, my heart pounding harder then I though possible. Hands traveling lower and lower, and they reached the edge of my jeans, fingers dipped in. My mouth was covered with his. While I was distracted with that my pants were unbuttoned and pulled low. I gasped into his mouth when those same fingers dipped into the waistband of my underwear.

He pulled away giving me that trademarked grin, he was in control; all I could do was lie there and take it. There were no footsteps; no flushing towels to interrupt us.

When I remember it seemed so slow, because of the pressure in my bottom half but it wasn't that long are all. He was stroking me, and I was stroking him, and we were meshed together, and then he had to cover my mouth with his hand to keep me from yelling out.

The pressure was building more and more; it was painful and good at the same time, and then release. Heavy breaths filled my room. He pulled me closer to him, head leaning on my shoulder, "You're my best friend." Was pressed into my ear.

"And you love me." I smirked.

"More then you'll ever know."

"I love you too."

And we cleaned up the pile of pants and underwear, and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up fairly early, putting my feet on the ground I took a step, and then another. I was limping, pain was burning me, it hurt, and I mean it really fucking hurt. He was laughing at me as I hobbled over to the dresser to get clothes.

"Having trouble, Gordo?"

"Fuck you, Chambers."

"But."

"But what?" I turned around with a shirt in my hand.

"But you did that last night." I couldn't help but laugh at that. He was collecting his shirt off my floor. He pulled me into a one-armed hug, ruffled my hair. After all that we'd been through, even the lose of virginity, here he was still being the Chris I knew. Not uncomfortable or weird, just easy normal. I didn't give a shit about being sore, or about loving my best friend who happened to be a guy.

Chris was Chris. The kid that comforted me when my brother died and I was sure my dad hated me, who traveled with me to see a dead body, who gave me my first cigarette, how the hell could I not love him.

Lips were pressed to my temple, and we went down stairs for breakfast, taking one stair at a time, because I wasn't kidding about the pain.

"Gordie something wrong?" My mom asked as she moved plates to the table.

"I think he pulled something from yesterday." Chris commented, eyes gleaming.

I bite my lip, "Yeah, I think he's right." Nodding along I slid into my place at the table. She slid food in front of us.

"I hope it's not too serious."

"Me either." I mumbled threw egg. She sat down as well sipping at her orange juice. My dad had already been through, the morning paper folded up on his placemat. A few minutes passed of silverware on plate.

"I thought that was a nice Sunday picnic yesterday." My mom bit into her toast.

"It was."

"Thanks for inviting me a long."

"Chris, your practically family with as much time you spend here, I think I see you more then your actual mother." She patted her mouth with a napkin laughing lightly. He looked over at me; I knew he wanted to tell her about the way he felt. Not just about us, about how nice she was to him, at he just smiled at her.

"She appreciates you and Mr. Lachance looking after me." That was all he said, I hadn't heard him talk about his mom in so long, I hadn't been over to his house all summer, even if I was hell bent that one night when we met halfway. I knew his old man stopped beating on Chris and his other siblings, I wasn't sure about his mom. I'm sure he didn't, although I never cared to ask, and I never did after that.

And for some reason it was really bothering me. "Well it's like you and Gordie are attached at the hip." He grinned at me, that devil grin.

A/N: Alright, alright. So all you faithful reviewers can be like FINALLY. Hahah, you guys makes me laugh. But I really appreciate feedback, so send it. I realized that Jenny and Judy are my ideals of Mary-Sues. Also this will be bumped up in the rating category, obviously to M. I love how I only write when I have something to procrastinate against. Anyway, enough babble.