Dinner went well. They were best friends after all. They could talk about anything and everything. Well, except for Jordan's little secret. Still, they were comfortable with each other. Everybody always praised their relationship. They had great chemistry.

They used dinner to catch up since they hadn't seen each other since January. Jordan's mind kept going back to what happened earlier though. Aaron did sound jealous. Not once, but twice: With the waiter and the phone call. He couldn't be misreading his best friend so much, right? Jordan hoped his wish of being corresponded wasn't playing tricks on him. But he was feeling weirdly confident. He was going to do this.

They were now at Aaron's flat, watching some Netflix on the couch.

"I've missed this." Aaron suddenly said.

Jordan turned to have a good look at his friend. Aaron's face was barely visible in the dark room, features illuminated by the dim TV light. He kept staring until Aaron's eyes found his.

"Me too," He answered. Aaron softly smiled before turning back at the TV. Smile still lingering.

"You should sleep in my room." He said looking back at Jordan whose eyes got bigger. "Couch isn't comfortable enough. Don't wanna hear you complaining about your back tomorrow." He explained.

"Oh...don't worry. It's okay, I won't complain..." The boy softly said. He didn't want his friend to be uncomfortable for his sake.

"I'm not asking." The blonde retorted.

Jordan would be lying if he said that didn't make him feel...warm. That was the thing with Aaron. He was funny, caring, sweet, but he could also get so... dominant sometimes. And Jordan loved it. He craved it. He might have dreamt once or a dozen times about his best friend manhandling him and-

"Earth to Jordan" Aaron chuckled. "You totally zoned out on me. I was saying I got a bigger bed. We could share if you don't mind."

Fuck. Jordan thanked God for the lights being out because he sure as hell was boiling right now.

"Oh, yeah, s-sure." he answered hoping he was able to cover the fact that he was freaking out.

"Whenever you are ready, man. You must be tired. You know me, I'm not that tired but I can fall asleep at command." The blonde said, still looking at the TV.

It was Jordan's turn to chuckle now. That was true. Aaron was always ready to sleep. Even after waking up.

"It's okay, I can do another episode." He replied.

That wasn't true though, he was exhausted. Midway through the episode his head kept falling forwards and he was startled by any little sound. He was trying to delay the moment he would share a bed with his friend for as long as he could.

"Dude, c'mon, let's go to bed. You're gonna get whiplash at any moment now." Aaron told him turning the TV off and getting up from the couch. He stretched his back raising his arms above his head with a groan. Jordan couldn't help but stare. He startled himself when a whimper came out from him, immediately cleaning his throat and praying his best friend hadn't heard him. He was feeling warm again.

"I-I'll be there in a minute, I need to go to the bathroom first." He told his friend, rushing to the other room not even waiting for an answer.

He looked at himself at the mirror. He wasn't only in love with his best friend; he was now realizing how horny he was. Maybe neglecting his needs these past few months wasn't the best of ideas. It only intensified what he was feeling now. Whenever he woke up whimpering after one of his wet dreams, he would take a cold shower and move on. That wasn't an option now, though. He had already showered when he got to Aaron's place. He'll have to pray for his problem to go away.

He splashed his face with cold water, took a deep breath and went to the bedroom trying to keep his calm.

But as soon as he crossed the door, the air got knocked out of his lungs. Aaron was shirtless, bended over trying to remove his sweats that were pooled around his ankles.

He was startled by Jordan chocking on his own spit, making him fall to the carpeted floor.

"Jesus, man, are you okay?" he told the younger boy between laughs, using the bed as a support to get up from the floor.

"Y-yeah, sorry." He replied nervously, immediately sitting on the bed to cover the now obvious tent on his (Aaron's) sweats. He had seen his friend in briefs before; maybe more than he'd seen him wearing clothes since Aaron was always going around the house in his underwear when they lived together. But this was different. They were about to share a bed for the first time and Jordan was already half hard. He couldn't get his mind out of the gutter.

Jordan took off his shirt and his sweatpants reluctantly. He didn't want to, but the early spring air was already hitting Manhattan and he knew for a fact he'd end up removing them in his sleep anyways.

He quickly moved under the covers, turning around to give his back to Aaron, and laying as close to the edge as he physically could. Every few minutes, he would move a little closer to the end of the bed.

"Jordan, you're gonna wake up in the floor if you keep doing that." Aaron whispered. There was no need to whisper, they both knew they were awake, but it still added to the atmosphere of intimacy.

"Sorry." He said.

"Hey, stop apologizing for everything. Come closer, the bed is big and I don't bite." Aaron replied, an air of humor on the last part.

"Sorry. Oh-dang it" Jordan whispered back, giggling a bit. He moved back a little, turning on his back so he could now stare at the ceiling. When he did though, he noticed Aaron was looking at him. Jordan looked back at his friend then and couldn't help but mirror Aaron's sweet smile.

"Goodnight, dumbass." The blonde said.

"Goodnight." He replied, turning his back to Aaron again, because he couldn't take his friend's gaze right now.