Long after everyone else had gotten bored and fallen asleep, Farkle was still laying eyes wide open on his bed thinking about what had happened between him and Lucas. Getting fed up with his head for not letting him sleep, he decided to go get a warm glass of milk from the kitchen. It was almost a five minute walk, since the train shut down after 7:30, but he eventually made it.

To his surprise, Lucas was standing there, looking dazed and tired. Farkle didn't even notice that he wasn't in his sleeping bag when he got up. His hair was a mess and his eyes were half-closed, so Farkle figured that he had only recently woken up. But soon he completely forgot any thoughts of what Lucas was doing there when he realized Lucas wasn't wearing a shirt - which he also should have expected, since Lucas asked to make sure he wouldn't make anyone uncomfortable if he slept that way. But when he was wrapped in his sleeping bag it didn't really matter. Now, with him looking sleepy standing mere feet away from Farkle, it was all the boy could think about.

Until he realized something else.

Farkle quickly moved a hand to his crotch to cover the inevitable boner. He usually slept in his boxers, but he was still wearing Zay's underwear, which was already tight on him and growing tighter by the second.

"Hey Lucas, what are you doing up?" he asked, trying to distract Lucas and himself as he moved to face the counter and grab a mug to make his warm milk, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt to try to stretch it down.

"I had to use the bathroom but got lost on my way out," Lucas said, rubbing his eyes. "You?"

"Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd get some warm milk." Farkle continued to do his best to face away from Lucas as he grabbed some milk out of the fridge.

"Oh," Lucas responded. He kind of just stood there, watching Farkle, which made Farkle uncomfortable. "So um... do you want to talk?" he finally asked.

"About?" Farkle asked, hoping he didn't know what Lucas was referring to.

"Well... whatever's keeping you up, I guess."

Farkle nervously scratched behind his ear. "No, I was... just thinking."

"Oh," Lucas said again, then stood quietly once more and watched Farkle put his mug of milk in the microwave. "Do you want to talk about... what happened, y'know, today?"

Farkle froze. "I don't... know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do," Lucas responded, chuckling a little as he moved next to Farkle. He leaned against the counter, staring at Farkle's profile and admiring it. Farkle tried not to make eye contact, but Lucas eventually reached up and turned his chin to face him. When their eyes met, he smiled gently. Farkle blushed. "Look, I... I didn't know it, I don't think... maybe. But I definitely know now that... I really, really l-like you." Farkle quickly looked down.

"What about Riley?" he asked quietly.

"I don't know," Lucas admitted. "But what I do know is... all I can think about is kissing you. And I really... I want to do it again." He paused, examined Farkle's face, and then lifted his chin again. "And I think you do, too." He slowly leaned in, and Farkle didn't move away.

The kiss was sweet and gentle but full of emotion. Soon, Farkle pulled away. "But we can't," he said simply. "The Riley Committee. We can't... for her sake." Farkle felt tears welling up and tried to fight them back. From Lucas's facial expression, the same was true for him.

"I know," he said. "The Riley Committee." With this, Lucas turned to leave and Farkle returned to the microwave.

"Lucas?" Farkle called, his voice cracking. When Lucas turned around, Farkle crashed their lips together once more. This kiss was more active as their tongues explored. Farkle's hands ran over Lucas's muscled body and Lucas's ran over Farkle's slimmer one. The microwave beeped as it finished heating the milk, but Farkle and Lucas ignored it, knowing that as soon as they pulled away they could never do this again. Finally, Farkle pulled away, not looking back as he walked to his milk. Lucas followed suit, returning to his sleeping bag and doing his best to force all thoughts of Farkle out of mind and replace them with Riley and soon falling asleep, despite his absolute misery. As Farkle returned a few minutes later, he stopped to look at Lucas's sleeping figure.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, a tear falling and landing on the ground. "I-I'm sorry."