"What do you want to see?" Osmond asked him, reaching over to casually grasp his hand as they walked down the crowded sidewalk of New York City.

You naked, Carmen thought, but that's not what he said. "Um, I don't know. The campus obviously. I mean, we'll be living there". Osmond squeezed his hand and looked back to smile. "Times square. I wanted to see a broadway show or something but I think it's a little too late to decide that now". And that was pretty much all Carmen could think about going to see so he fell silent.

"That's it?" Osmond asked, gently pulling on his arm, urging him to pick up his pace. "Were in the greatest city in the world-"

"Damn right!" Someone yelled as they passed and Osmond laughed easily.

"And all you want to see is a college campus and Times Square?" Osmond seemed to be teasing him, so Carmen smiled softly.

"The greatest city on earth?" He asked, and then stepped closer to the taller male, "it smells like urine and there's birds everywhere". Osmond laughed at this as well, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Fair enough," he said, pulling Carmen once again, but this time so he was walking in front of him and Osmond could hold his waist. "But you're going to have to live here. Shouldn't you at least check it out a bit?"

Carmen was a bit distracted by Osmond's hands on his hips, but he tried to push that to the back of his mind as they crossed the street. "Can't we do that when we live here?" Osmond's hands tightened, maybe because it wasn't the answer he wanted, or maybe he had caught the fact that Carmen had said we. "Fine. I want to see Central Park. I really like parks".

"You like parks," Osmond repeated and Carmen nodded shortly. "You're so fucking cute". Carmen ducked his head in embarrassment, ignoring the comment. "How about we just walk around, and if we see something you want to do, we'll do it".

Carmen stopped walking and turned around to face Osmond, the corner of his mouth twitching as the older boy responded to this by sliding his hands to the small of his back, pulling him closer. It seemed like an intimate way to be standing in public, but no one seemed to care as the passed them, too busy with their own lives to give a damn what they were doing.

"What about you though?" Carmen asked and Osmond raised his eyebrows. He was looking extremely dashing that morning, his black hair messy and grey eyes bright. As always, he was wearing a button down shirt, but this was the first time Carmen had seen in him something other than a plain color. "You're wearing plaid".

"I am," Osmond said, not bothering to look at his green, grey, and white shirt. "What about me?"

"Huh?" Carmen asked, now distracted by Osmond's cloths and the man in question clicked his tongue loudly.

"You said, what about me". Carmen was still very confused, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"I don't-" Carmen then thought back to their conversation and chucked at  his own stupidity. "Oh yeah! I was distracted by plaid". Osmond rolled his eyes but smiled at this. "What if you want to do something? We can't just stop for me".

"That's what you wanted to say?" Osmond asked and Carmen nodded. Osmond turned Carmen back around and pushed him forward, urging him to walk. "Then we'll stop for me too, Carmen, if you're that worried about it".

"I want you to have have fun too," he claimed, smiling at the feeling of Osmond's chest shaking with laughter from having him.

"I will have fun," Osmond claimed. "I'm with you".

***

"You're supposed to eat your food," Osmond was saying to Carmen and looked up not realizing until now that Osmond was paying attention to him, "not play with it".

Dropping his fork, Carmen sighed loudly. "You're right. Maybe we should have tried Chinese this time like you said we would," he teased, though he really had no problem with the spegetti in front of him. It was just a conversation topic to get his mind off of his real question.

It was stupid, since Carmen had spent the entire night complaining about being hungry, though Osmond smiled every time he heard the words, which was a lot.

They were having a late dinner due to the fact that they had snuck into the second act of a broadway show with the smokers, and the musical had only ended around ten. Still, it was amazing and Carmen had the best time, despite being hungry.

So of course Osmond realized this.

"What's wrong, Carmen," Osmond asked, leaning back in his seat and dropping his fork on his plate with a clatter.

"It's nothing-"

"Is it something about what I told you yesterday?" Osmond asked, and Carmen looked up in surprise only to see the other boy staring at his plate.

His parents, Carmen realized, and shook his head quickly. Osmond was not looking at him though, and couldn't see this. "No, Oz," Carmen insisted, reaching across the table and taking the other's hand.

First Osmond looked at their clasped fingers, and then to Carmen's face, studying it as Carmen gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "It's not about your parents". Carmen immediately felt bad for saying something as Osmond flinched. "It is something you told me yesterday though".

"Ad-" Osmond began, but Carmen didn't want to hear his say the other boy's name so he interjected with the truth.

"Antidepressants". Osmond blinked in surprise before looking confused.

"What about them?"

"I don't know," Carmen said honestly, sitting back but keeping his arm outstretched so he didn't have to let go of the other's hand. "It's just been bothering me, I guess".

"Bothering you?" Osmond asked and Carmen squeezed his hand.

"Not like that. Not like I'm judging you". Carmen didn't know how to say what he wanted to. "I just don't understand why exactly".

"Because I have depression," Osmond said slowly, not sound at all offended by the prying. "I saw things no ten year old should, and it caused major deterioration in my mental state". Carmen felt his cheeks flushed and ducked his head.

"I'm sorry for-"

"No, Carmen," Osmond said, leaning forward in his seat so he could look up at him. The black haired boy smiled softly, calming Carmen's nerves. "I want you to understand me".

"You do?" Carmen asked, and Osmond nodded slowly. "Then, if you don't mind, I'd like you to tell me about your mother".

To Carmen's surprise, Osmond's smile widened and his eyes crinkled at the corners.

"I look like her," he said, absently brushing his thumb over Carmen's knuckles. "My grandma said that when I was a baby I was a mirror image of my mom when she was that age".

"Your grandma?" Carmen asked, and watched as Osmond's throats moved to swallow. "Do you still spend time with her?"

"Um, no. I live with my aunt, my mom's sister, because of my grandma," Osmond said, suddenly avoiding Carmen's eyes. "My grandmother.... she didn't want me".

"Didn't... didn't want you?" Carmen asked, confused. "You're not a dog".

Osmond laughed nervously at him, still looking away. "She didn't want the son of someone who literally stabbed her daughter, so I got sent here".

"Oh," Carmen said softly, and then Osmond looked at him, his eyes very wide. "Well," Carmen squeezed Osmond's hand. "I want you".

Osmond looked surprised at this, but then grinned, his face breaking into a beautiful grin, one that made Carmen have to physically hold himself back from leaning forward to kiss him. "She, uh, my mother would have wanted this for me". Carmen blinked slowly, swallowing the knot in his throat and asking:

"Wanted what?"

Osmond blinked slowly, as if he had just realized his mistake but didn't care. "You make me happy Carmen".

And then Carmen didn't bother to hold himself back anymore. He sat forward, standing a bit to get the upper ground. His hand still clutched Osmond's and his other hand raised to cup his face, turning it up so he could connect their lips.

It was a short kiss, they were in public after all, but as always, it left him wanting more. When they pulled back, Osmond's skin was, for what had to only be the second or third time, flushed red, and he mumbled, "I'm going to get the check," before gently pecking his lips once more and rising from his chair.

Grinning, Carmen sat back in his chair, watching the boy he had growing feelings for maneuver his way to the front of the restaurant.

He couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.

***

The second they were though the door they were at it, ripping at each other's cloths as their tongues fought between their mouths. Carmen was pushing Osmond back through the hotel room, not really looking where he was going and tripping on the legs of furniture.

"Ouch," Osmond groaned and Carmen pulled back and looked down at the sharp edge of the coffee table. "Can't we just walk there like regular people and then devour one another?"

Carmen agreed, but then continued to lick up and down Osmond neck as the other boy carefully guided them towards the bedroom that both of them had shared their entire time in New York.

"You are uncontrollable," Osmond grumbled, but he didn't sound to be upset by this, especially when Carmen began to suck a hickey onto his neck. "Fuck".

Carmen felt his back hit the door to their room, and then it was being pushed open and Osmond gripped his hips, finally kissing him again as they shuffled towards the bed.

Before Osmond could lay him down on top the mattress, Carmen switched their positions, shoving Osmond down.

"What are you-"

"I'm going to ride you so hard you cry" Carmen claimed, smirking before hastily pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor.

Osmond chuckled, watching with what could only be described as hungry eyes and Carmen began to tear at the button of his pants. "That sounds great and all, but if prefer you choke on my dick first".

After pushing his pants down his legs, Carmen jumped on the bed, straddling Osmond's legs and popping open the button on the front of his pants.

"I believe that can be arranged".

***

"You're so fucking perfect," Osmond whispered from between Carmen's legs, kissing up his thighs before running his hands over the skin. Carmen was already spent from his first two orgasms, and the idea of a third was both incredibly arousing and maybe even terrifying.

The first had been achieved as he said, seated on top of Osmond as he rolled his hips, though it had been Carmen to cry rather than Osmond.

His second orgasm probably had awoken the entire floor. As Osmond pinned one of Carmen's thighs down against the mattress, and hoisted the other over his shoulder, he fucked into him with a rigor that had his entire body shaking.

And now, he was about to reach another with Osmond between his legs, kissing every single inch of available skin.

"Not. Perfect," Carmen panted before pressing his hand against his mouth to muffle his sounds after his previous bout of screaming. Osmond had enjoyed the noises and had done nothing to stop them, but it had embarrassed Carmen, especially when someone in the next room had pounded at the wall and told them to stop.

A sharp bite was delivered to his inner thigh, but it caused more pleasure than pain, and his back arched off of the bed. "You're gorgeous, and I won't have you saying any differently". And then Osmond went back to eating him out, his tongue digging deep inside of him and reducing Carmen to a withering mess, tears leaking from his eyes as he pleaded for something he feared may put him in a coma. More. Deeper. Osmond.

And he was there again, shrieking against his hand as a tongue almost touched his prostate, and Osmond stayed there, not seeming to be bothered by Carmen's quivering thighs, or is cum dripping down his body, towards Osmond mouth. No. He really didn't mind, for he eagerly lapped up the liquid tasting it before pulling back from Carmen's things and sliding up his body, connecting their mouths so Carmen could taste it too.

And then they just kissed, their tongues mingling, not fighting. It was so nice, being equal with him, not being submissive or dominant. Osmond gently cupped his face, his thumbs tracing over his jaw soothingly, and Carmen smiled against the boy's mouth.

When they pulled away, it was because they needed air, not because they wanted to, but they still stayed just as close, clinging to one another for more than warmth.

"Carmen," Osmond breathed, his lips brushing the outer shell of his ear. "I-"

And then the shrill sound of Carmen's ring tone interrupted him, and they both groaned; Osmond because he couldn't finish his sentence, and Carmen because he desperately wanted to hear what Osmond had to say.

It had felt like it would be an confession.

"I'm sorry," Carmen whispered, rolling out of Osmond's arms and grabbing his phone from the night stand.

"It's okay," Osmond grumbled, though he seemed annoyed. This made Carmen smile, reminding him of the Osmond he had first been introduced to.

"Hello?" Carmen asked, without checking caller ID first, to distracted with this beautiful man on the bed next to him.

I can't deny it anymore. There's no use. I have extremely deep feelings for O-

"Hey beautiful". Carmen's entire body went rigid, his eyes widening as he looked to Osmond.

"What is it," the black haired boy questioned the same time that Jordan Sullivan said:

"Are you excited for our date?"

Without another word to Osmond, Carmen rolled out of bed, trying to look reassuring as he smiled at Osmond before leaving the bedroom. "Hey," he said, his voice very low as he made his way to the bedroom that had remained empty up until now. "Um-" in all honestly, Carmen had forgotten about agreeing to go on a date with Jordan. Perhaps this is why it didn't sound completely sincere when he said, "yeah".

"Are you okay?" Jordan asked, not really sounding concerned, and all Carmen could think was, Osmond would be concerned.

But this annoyed him, because even though he had admitted to having feelings for Osmond, he wasn't supposed to agree with him over Jordan. Jordan. His perfect man.

It was then that Carmen realized everything had come to far. With Osmond. With the feelings he wasn't supposed to get. And even with Jordan, to some extent. He felt absolutely horrible for playing with both boys feelings.

At dinner the next day, he would have to tell Osmond that it had come far enough, and they had to stop acting like they were more than just... friends with benefits?

From this point on, Carmen refused to let his feelings for Osmond grow, no matter how much it would hurt him.

From this point on, they'd be as he originally suggested. Friends who had sex with one another for a purpose. Not fun.

"Yeah," Carmen said, feeling a bit better having decided that, but still not all that great. "I'm fine".