It was a Sunday, Evan was chilling on the couch, watching some shitty movie on TV. There wasn't anything better on at this time of day. He was drinking tea. Just an average, normal life.

Still, it wasn't completely normal. Especially considering he was regularly sleeping with his best friend. Sometimes he got those images - him and his roommate tangled in the sheets, in the throes of passion... Was he transforming into a poet? In any case, it never failed to make him flustered.

He doesn't like his roommate. Why would he? Sure, they're best friends, and the other man is his first kiss, his first time, his first in a lot of things - but they were just friends! Very good friends. Friends who explored each other's bodies, which he wouldn't mind doing again tonight.

But he can't just barge into his roommate's room demanding a quickie. He has to respect their wishes, after all.

Sometimes, he wished it wasn't always sexual. Sure, feeling his roommate's body moving against his, covered in sweat, moaning so softly was exquisite, but he also wished they could do more soft activities. Still in a friendly way, though! Friends do cuddle on the couch while sharing popcorn and watching romance movies. Totally.

Evan was so deep in thought that he forgot about the movie he was watching. It wasn't interesting anyway - something about a famous boat hitting an iceberg, and a young couple facing tragedy because of it...

That would be a great movie to watch with his roommate.

Lost in thought, he also failed to notice the object of his affection entering the room. Sure, he shouldn't be surprised - they were roommates - but he still jolted when he felt the couch dip next to him, immediately glancing that direction. Oh. He should probably say something instead of just staring.

"Wanna order a pizza?" he asked, taking a sip of his now cold tea. "I'm craving some."