Homestar leaned back against the kitchen island in Strong Bad's house. They were silent as Strong Bad cooked until Homestar couldn't cope with being so quiet. "When did you know that you liked guys?" He asked nonchalantly. Strong Bad spilled a bit of pasta sauce out of the pot on accident as his body tensed at the other's curious question. Strong Bad let out a deep breath. "The second I first kissed you and not a second sooner."
Homestar smiled, pleased with that answer. The other had desperately tried to cling to the sexuality in his comfort zone but he couldn't lie to himself or Homestar anymore because it would be like a kid lying about not coloring on the walls at the exact same time he's finishing his drawing of a dragon. Homestar spoke up again. "So I'm the first guy you've evew liked?" Something about 'liking Homestar' didn't sit well with him.
"I don't like you!" Strong Bad spluttered his retort, looking back at him and scowling. "I just..." He turned back to the food that awaited his magic touch. "I'm allowed to appreciate male physique now if I want too. It doesn't mean I like you..." Homestar would have said more but that would be trying to nudge him past his comfort zone. He understood that the other male was just telling him to have patience; Strong Bad wasn't comfortable saying it out loud yet.
Strong Bad was soon done with the food and the rest of the people in the house could smell it. The sound of Strong Bad setting the table was the cue to find their way to the kitchen. The Cheat and Strong Sad made their way over. Strong Mad wasn't home; he was probably at work. Homestar managed to snag one of his socks between the other foot's toes and pull it off, but found it difficult to reach the table comfortably. He sighed and stared at the plate, dejected.
Strong Sad looked mystefied. "Homestar...how are you going to eat that...?" He asked, concerned. Homestar replied. "At my place I set the plate or whatevew down on the couch with me so I'm level with it and can use a fowk, but I'm not skilled enough to twirl pasta on it anyway..." Strong Bad looked to Homestar and bit his lip. "Oh...yeah. Sorry, that was pretty inconsiderate." Strong Bad remarked since that hadn't crossed his mind. He thought about how to work around it and let out an almost annoyed sigh when only one thought came to mind.
Strong Bad took the other's fork and swirled the noodles around it, picking up some sauce. He put the fork up to Honestar's lips and waited expectantly. Homestar beamed and ate the bite of food, purring in delight at the taste. Strong Bad's mouth found its way open in slight shock of how embarrassing that felt. He'd tried to make some sort of move but- "I-I've gotta go!" He scooped up his plate and migrated down to the basement-he just wasn't ready.
Strong Sad sighed heavily, resting his chin in his palm. "Forgive him." He stated meekly, taking over with helping Homestar eat. The Cheat piped up. "Hey, the usual Strong Bad would've loved to take an opportunity to do something better than you can. That's so weird of him." Homestar smiled in response, explaining. "I think he's just shy. I told him how I feel a while ago." Strong Sad grinned softly and in contrast the Cheat was beaming.
"Way to go! I guess SB just put the pieces together. We didn't know how to tell him he liked dudes." The Cheat reasoned, making Homestar laugh. What a dysfunctional little family. When Strong Sad finished feeding him, Homestar stood from the table. "Thanks so much." He tried to walk off, but the Cheat stood and ran off to tug the hem of Homestar's shirt. He motioned for Homestar to lean closer so he bent his knees. The Cheat rubbed the other's sauce-covered mouth with a napkin. "Alright, you're good to go." The Cheat confirmed.
Homestar smiled and nodded. "Thank you, the Cheat." He smiled appreciatively, then stood up to his original height, walking over to and down the stairs. "Strong Bad...?" He called as he made his way to the couch where Strong Bad was watching tv. "Oh Deborah...he doesn't love you...! He's a no good backwoods man. Stay with Anthony!" Homestar giggled and sat beside him. "You gonna talk to me or...?" Strong bad couldn't help it but to talk with him. "I just got flustered. I hate getting flustered so I left while I was ahead."
Homestar smiled at him and inched closer. "You'll get comfortable sooner than later, I promise." Homestar pecked the other's cheek. Strong Bad tensed slightly, facing him, but willing his eyes to look off as far to the right as possible. "I don't like you, though, so I don't have to worry." Homestar smirked and locked lips with the other man, kissing him sweetly. They eventually pulled away panting. "See? I didn't even like that. Give me another."