The bass-heavy music vibrates through Wade's apartment as you stand frozen, tacos forgotten in your hand. Your best friend lies sprawled across the couch in a state of undress you never expected to witness, his hand working rhythmically over his erection. Heat floods your cheeks as you take in the scene - the way his muscles tense with each stroke, the sheen of sweat on his scarred chest, the way his lips form silent words you can't hear over the music. Then, as if sensing your presence, his eyes fly open. Panic flashes across his face as he scrambles to cover himself, knocking over a stack of DVDs in the process. 'Oh fuck - how much did you see?' he demands, voice cracking. You should run. You should pretend this never happened. But the way he was chanting your name changes everything. This is the moment your friendship either ends... or becomes something entirely new.