"Benny? Benny, where'd you go?" Smalls slurred. He was at a party with some of the guys, Benny being one of them, and he had had a bit too much to drink. He knew it would happen and that he shouldn't go, but Benny was going, so he would follow. Benny didn't drink, because he was smart, and also he was the only one who could drive. The rest of the gang just didn't take the test and the ones who did failed it.
"Right here Smalls, turn around." He said. Smalls tried to turn but went too quickly, and almost fell flat on his face. Luckily, Benny caught him. He loved when Benny touched him. From catching him when he fell, to the simple and supportive pat on the back. Yes, believe it or not, Smalls was gay, and in love with his first and best friend. He would stare at him all day in geometry class, and in chemistry, and in lunch. Most days he didn't eat lunch, just so he could watch him... and he had a lot of homework too, so he wasn't being completely irrational. Now, it sounds stalker-ish, I know, but it isn't. It's only stalking if you take notes on it. He wasn't. So it isn't.
Benny decided if Smalls stayed too much longer, he would probably die. So he drove him home and told the rest of the guys they could take the bus or call a cab.
"Well that was really nice of you" Smalls kind of said with his face buried in the seat cushion.
"You're welcome." Benny replied once they arrived home, Benny walked him up to his room, and laid him down on the bed. "Anything else you want me to do? You know, while I'm here?" he asked
"You can kiss me" Smalls said, in his drunken retardation.
"What? Whoa… what?" was all he could manage.
"Kiss me now, you beautiful stud!" Smalls begged, a little. Benny leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He kissed him until neither one could breath. Smalls was in pure joy. Once Benny pulled away, Smalls whimpered at the loss of those warm, comforting lips.
"Why did you leave?" he asked. He looked up and saw Benny taking his shirt off. "Oh." He said. Then he got up and started to take his clothes off. He got his shirt off and Benny marveled at his slim body. It was just what he was expecting. He guided Smalls to the wall and started grinding on him, which created glorious, wonderful friction.
"Smalls! Get up!" he herd Benny say.
"What? What do you mean?" he asked.
"Wake up!" he yelled. Smalls woke up the next morning with a monster hangover and a mother who wanted him up early for a reason which would never make sense to him.
"Son of a bitch."