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Guy-Manuel couldn't keep the grin of excitement off his face as he stood at the school gates, eyes searching for his best friend amongst the flood of other students. It was a Friday, which meant, weekend; and his parents made it a regular occurrence now to go out on these days.

Guy had met Thomas when he was thirteen and the two seemed to have clicked almost instantly. Before long, many sleepovers and nights of adventure had transpired between the two over the last three years. Now sixteen, Guy's parents trusted both teens to be responsible adults, having left them on their own one night and when everything was fine the next day, the trend continued.

Strolling up, Thomas spotted his best friend, kicking his pace into a slight jog and both teen's faces widened with matching grins.

"Do you think you have everything?" Guy couldn't help but joke softly as they left school grounds, gesturing to the taller's large overnight bag.

The teen in question glanced at his bag, then back to his shorter companion, "But of course, Guy-Manuel, I'd think by now you'd realize I have to bring half my room with me."

The two only laughed to themselves, side by side as they made their way to Guy's house. "Is your brother out as well?" Thomas chimed in.

The shorter teen nodded, "Yes, thankfully. He has a 'date' with some girl and Mother is allowing him out." Emerald eyes lifted to Thomas with a smile. "I think Mother actually only agreed to give us some peace."

Thomas grinned back, "She's so nice. Remember last time I spent the night? Your bro-"

"I know…" Guy quickly cut his friend off. "He's so annoying sometimes. But, he will not be here tonight. The house is ours."

Being a nice day in spring, the walk from school to Guy's house was hardly a chore, the weather calm and nice, and the chattering of the two boys over various topics only made the time fly by faster in their journey. Moving up the stairs to the small house, both teen's were startled when the door opened for them, Guy-Manuel's parents dressed up formally and just getting ready to leave.

His mother was quick to catch her son's face with both hands, landing a few kisses on his cheeks as Guy squirmed some at the attention. Thomas only grinned from where he was at his friend's situation, but Guy's mother quickly gave him the same treatment as well as if Thomas were one of her own, before letting both boys pass.

"We will be back late, your brother has already left to who knows where. Don't make a mess and if you do, I expect it clean when I get home."

The small lecture was always the same from her, despite never having any problems with either of the teens, she had once said 'I am a mother. It is my job.' When her son questioned her in embarrassment one day. After that, the two just got used to it, giving nods and sweet smiles.

They watched Guy's parents take their leave, waving and wishing them to 'have fun'. To he honest, Guy's parents not only adored Thomas, but enjoyed these sleepovers as well. It gave them the chance to get out and have time alone without the noise of teenagers running about.

Finally alone, the duo slipped into the house, Guy shutting and locking the door while Thomas had already kicked his shoes off at the door and made a bee-line for the stairs to infiltrate his friend's bedroom.

"A-Ah! Don't you dare steal my bed, Thomas!" The smaller cried out from his spot at the door, only to get a laugh in the distance from the teen in question.

Shaking his hair from his eyes, Guy toed off his own shoes and was quick to follow his companion, a pout of a frown on his face to find Thomas on his bed and curled around a pillow, "Thomas!"

The younger laughed, rolling over to shoot a grin at Guy-Manuel. "What?" He questioned innocently. "It is not my fault I like the smell of your sheets."

Guy only rolled his eyes, drifting in to settle on the edge of the bed and give a firm swat at Thomas' leg, "That is because I wash them."

Thomas was quick to take on a look of mock-hurt, "Guy-Manuel you are too cruel! I am not a filthy pig!"

The dramatics pulled a grin across the older's lips, a small laugh following, "I know, I know."

Rolling himself to sit up properly, Thomas nudged Guy's shoulder a moment, "So what do you want to do? Food first and then instruments or…?"

Guy hummed back gently, "I guess…but not at the same time! The keys on my keyboard were filthy last time we snacked and played."

A laugh only slipped from Thomas throat, "Okay, okay. Lesson learned there." Pushing himself from the bed, Thomas wandered from the bedroom, Guy on his heels at the two made it down to the kitchen for a snack raid.

"Mother got some Madeleines."

Thomas' eyes lit up, training to Guy, "Where!?"

The smaller laughed, quick to go to the pantry and pull out said bag, tossing it to Thomas who caught it with ease and was already opening it to shove one of the small, shell-shaped cakes into his mouth.

Guy only laughed again, grabbing some crackers and cheese as well for them, before both settled at the island in the kitchen to snack, idly tossing around whatever was in their heads.

Reaching for a madeleine, Guy took up the small cake and took a bite, eyes on Thomas, "I was thinking we could continue where we left off last time you were over with that one song. I liked the keyboard, but I wasn't so sure on what I was doing on guitar."

"Seriously?" Thomas questioned back, mouth full of a cracker with cheese at the moment. He chewed a bit, voicing coming out more clear. "I could have sworn you sounded fine."

Guy only made a slight face, tossing the rest of the cake in his mouth. "I don't know…it seemed like…we didn't match."

The taller's face only copied the same look on his smaller companion's. "We'll have to listen again. This would be easier if we had a way to record, you know?"

"I don't get enough allowance to buy a tape recorder."

Thomas idly shrugged back. "We could both save up? Maybe buy one?"

"Maybe…"Guy-Manuel's face turned thoughtful, before he shook his head, only to lift a hand and brush the hair from his eyes to behind an ear, wanting to drop that subject.

"So your brother is on a date? How'd that happen?" Thomas chimed up, knowing his friend long enough to pick up on what some gestures meant.

Guy snorted softly in amusement. "I have no idea…I guess… he's a bit more outgoing than I am. Girls have always liked him more."

The taller hummed back, tossing another Madeleine into his mouth, "Maybe it's cause he's actually kissed a girl before?"

Guy's face flushed slightly, "You have no room to talk."

Thomas' own face took on a slight tint as well then. "True…I mean…well…your mother doesn't count."

"Definitely not." Guy agreed with another shake of his head. "Girls are just…I don't know…do you get nervous?"

"Of course." The taller nodded. "I mean…I don't want to kiss a girl and be told I'm a bad kisser."

The shorter nodded back, idly munching on a cracker. "You know…I heard around school, that girls will get together and practice kissing with each other."

Thomas' eyes widened some, "You're joking!"

"It's just a rumor…" Guy mumbled back, eyes drifting to his younger friend.

Thomas' face sunk into thought a moment, "Maybe it's true though? Why else would girls seem to know what to do?"

Guy's expression only mimicked Thomas', "If it is, I don't think our band idea has any chance of attracting girls. Music may win them over, but if we kiss and are bad…"

The taller's fingers idly drummed on the counter before him, "Well…if girls do it, maybe we should?"

"Now you must be joking!"

"No seriously! Hear me out!" Thomas replied quickly, getting more animated. "It's a 'rumor' right? No one's here but you and me, who would ever find out? And then when we do get girls, we'll be good kissers and impress them."

Guy-Manuel leaned on the counter then, "Well…that does make sense…but…It'll be our secret, right?" He sat up straighter, face serious. "You can't tell anyone. Agreed?"

Thomas nodded back, "Agreed."

Both teens then spat on their hands and then shook, stealing this secret between them in only a way friends would.

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A few hours later found both back in Guy's bedroom, Thomas on Guy-Manuel's bed with the older's keyboard, while Guy sat on the floor almost lazily against his closed door, an electric guitar in his lap. Both had notebooks opened next to them with pens close by, ready to scribble down anything they made that they thought was interesting.

"Guy, Come here…" Thomas spoke up softly, idly chewing on the end of his pen as he toiled over the paper.

Setting his guitar aside, the shorter got up to crawl onto the bed next to Thomas, half hanging on the taller's shoulders to peer over at the paper. "What?"

"I was thinking lyrics…but I'm…not…sure…" Thomas frowned, head turning enough to glance at Guy's face as he moved the notebook closer to his partner to see better.

Guy gently bit his bottom lip, eyes roaming over the paper and the scrawled lyrics there. "It doesn't sound too bad…" Unaware how close Thomas was, he looked at the taller, only to come nose to nose with him.

Both teens just stared at one another a moment. Normally, such closeness wasn't anything that bothered them…but after the conversation earlier….

"Can…I? I mean…we need a break." Thomas spoke gently, cheeks dusted with a light blush.

Guy's own face became slightly heated, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. He knew exactly what Thomas was talking about, but he never thought such a simple thing could be so nerve wracking. Finally, he let out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, before closing that small gap.

Lips connected for a few seconds in an almost chaste kiss, before Guy pulled back. The look on both teen's faces was the same, a blush on their cheeks and an almost confused look. The kiss, didn't feel any different from any other. The brush of lips no different than the affectionate smothering Guy's mother placed on them.

Slowly, Thomas leaned back in to close that distance once more, the two looking silently into one another's eyes. Surprisingly, it was Guy who acted first, lifting a hand slowly to the back of Thomas' head as he let his lips part some. It was like instinct took over then, Thomas' tongue, shy and timid, snaked out and into that moist cavern.

Both recoiled sharply then from one another at the odd taste of another's saliva; silence hanging thickly in the room save of the odd little noises they made now and then.

After a few moments, Guy drew close once more, teeth biting that lower lip again as he let their mouths connect again for another try. It was strange and odd, the connection. A new sensation, a new taste.

They both seemed to note, that after a few tries here and there, the oddness of tasting another started to fade, becoming more tolerable. Finally, Thomas pulled back and sat there, Guy doing the same as he licked his lips a moment.

"I can taste the lemon on you." Guy broke the silence with a small voice.

Thomas blinked almost dumbly back, before his face split into a grin and a laugh followed. "I think it's because we ate the madeleines. You taste like lemon too."

A grin of his own lit Guy-Manuel's face, "Imagine chocolate kisses."

The taller only hummed back, "Now that sounds good."

Guy laughed loudly, Thomas falling into the laughter and giggles as well at what a situation like that would be.

"But it wasn't bad, right?" The taller asked, only to have Guy shake his head.

"No." The older replied. "It was really weird at first, but after a bit it didn't taste as bad."

Thomas gave a noise of mock-offense, "I do not taste bad!"

Guy only laughed harder, waving his friend off, "I didn't mean it like that. I just meant it…was different."

Almost teasingly, Thomas leaned in then, capturing Guy's lips once more in an over-dramatic smooch, the smaller wiggling some at the invading tongue in his mouth and trying to suppress his laughter, before finally shoving Thomas off. "You're such a jerk."

"You love it!" The taller joked back, only for both to fall into laughter again, leaning on one another for support.

The atmosphere in the room was…almost strange then. Not uncomfortable or thick like it had been, but almost, more relaxed and calm. It was subtle and faint, but like a peacefulness had settled over the two teens that hadn't been there before; a new feeling of comfort with one another.

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Time flew by after that moment, the two drifting back to their music and creating songs. Though, Guy had moved for a closer spot on the bed next to Thomas with his guitar, the two sharing tiny kisses now and then to keep 'practicing' in both; thinking this a logical way to save time and still get music written.

Lost in their passion of music, neither boy noticed their own bodies reactions to the small, affectionate gestures they placed on one another. Calling for another break, Thomas sunk against Guy-Manuel's side, both of their faces flushed and only now noting the increase in heat in the room.

"I think I'm going to open the window…it feels so warm in here now." The smaller broke the silence.

Thomas nodded slightly, "Yeah." He agreed, but only put more of his weight on Guy's smaller form. "But I don't want you to move. You're a perfect pillow."

The older snorted softly, "That's all I am to you? A pillow?"

"Of course not." Thomas flashed a smile, leaning in to capture those slightly pouty lips once more, the gesture more familiar as Guy opened his mouth without hesitation.

Their kisses were still sloppy, but Guy felt his face flush more at this one, eyes fluttering softly shut. Thomas' eyes had fallen closed as well as he pressed his body closer, feeling an odd pull dragging him in deeper.

When the kiss broke, bother were panting gently for air, cheeks pink. Neither could remember when they had moved, Thomas' body over Guy's, his arms the only think keeping him from squishing the smaller teen.

"What…?" Thomas breathed out, hoping he wasn't the only one who noticed the spark of change.

Guy licked at his lips, looking a bit lost as well, "I don't know…but it felt…I liked it…a lot."

The taller hummed gently, their faces a breath apart, "Me too…it felt…warm."

"Again?"

Thomas didn't argue this time, filling Guy-Manuel's request as mouths connected again and tongue tangled and twined together once more.

Both were aware something was different, something else driving them, but at the moment, neither could muster up the effort to care; both just wanting more of this odd spark that had come from seemingly nowhere.

Both were left breathless when the kiss broke, faces flushed deeply as they stared at one another once more. It was Guy who broke the silence again.

"T-Thomas…You're…" He stammered out, feeling the obvious reaction of his best friend's body against his thigh, not that he was fairing any better right now.

The taller quickly pulled off then with a few soft swears, his face lighting up brightly, "I…I'm so sorry…"

Guy only sat up himself, drawing his legs in close and wrapping his arms around them, face red. "It's…okay…" He admitted in a small voice, half hiding behind his curtain of hair; body language telling Thomas he was having a similar problem.

"May…maybe we should call it a night?" Guy continued in that same small voice. "I…er…you can shower first."

Thomas only nodded, getting off the bed and going to his overnight bag for a change of clothes, purposely keeping his front facing away from his companion, before slipping away to the bathroom down the hall.

Alone now, Guy let loose a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, only to bury his red face in his knees, now feeling the full force of his embarrassment. At the same time, he didn't think too much on it, as Thomas had reacted the same way as him, and that, at least, brought some comfort to his mind. That it hadn't just been him.

Thomas' voice breaking the silence caused Guy to lift his head, emerald eyes blinking and face still lightly tinted with a blush as his gaze landed on his friend in the doorway.

"What's wrong?" Guy asked softly, face twisting up some in confusion. "You know how to work the-"

"I know." Thomas was quick to cut the older off. "I was…um… actually wondering…if maybe… we could shower together?"

A mix of confusion and almost nervousness flashed over Guy-Manuel's face, "Why?"

Thomas was easily uneasy, body language reflecting such as he shifted from one foot to the other, eyes anywhere except on Guy's form. "Well...I mean…You're going to have to for gym. You know…shower with other boys. Maybe… it would be best to try it first? Before you decide on stinking all day?"

Guy-Manuel's face twisted up in disgust then at that thought, the idea of being filthy and sweaty all day long if he had the horrid luck of having gym first in the day.

"And besides…" Thomas continued, finally letting his gaze meet his friend's. "Better me than anyone else, right?"

The smaller bit at his lip, the events from before still fresh in his mind, but Thomas did have a valid point, and it wasn't like they would be kissing, just getting clean. And if he couldn't even be naked around his best friend, what hope would he have not only with girls repulsed by his smell, but also boys teasing him, even more than they already did, about his shyness.

Shaking his head, Guy-Manuel shifted his weight to wiggle off his bed, "I…see your point." He admitted softly.

"I promise." Thomas chimed in. "I…I'm not planning anything. I just figured, well…since we practiced kissing, why not something else? I mean, we're going to have to deal with it someday…"

Guy only waved a hand, going over to his taller companion, "I didn't think you were planning anything. But what you said does make sense…and I know you won't tease me."

"Of course not." The taller replied. "You're my best friend."

A small smile found it's way onto Guy's face at those words, comforted by their honesty, which in turn, made a smile grow on Thomas' face as well.

Side by side the two drifted down the hall to the bathroom, exchanging glances now and then, before Guy slipped into the room first, followed quickly by Thomas who shut the door behind them simply out of habit.

For once, to both teens, the normally large expanse of the upstairs bathroom in Guy's house seemed remarkably small. Shaking his hair from his eyes, Guy-Manuel was quick to take action and go over to the bath to start the shower, knowing if he hesitated or thought too much, his meek side would take over and he'd be quick to abandon this idea entirely.

Flipping the tab to let the shower run, Guy cast an idle glance at Thomas a moment, their eyes meeting in the pretty much silence of the room, before both averted their gaze. The room was heavy, and not because of the steam quickly filling it up as both undressed with their backs to one another.

Once free of his clothing, Guy was quick to slip in behind the shower curtain first for coverage, not that it mattered much as Thomas would soon join him, but it was also half an excuse that now he was wet and escaping would be more difficult if his mind decided to change itself.

Sure enough, his ears caught the sounds of the curtain shifting and he could almost feel the taller's presence behind him, causing him to take a tentative glance over his shoulder, making sure his gaze stayed above Thomas' waist; though, it strangely and curiously wanted to travel.

Thomas seemed to be doing the same, just silently looking back at his shorter friend almost awkwardly, and also, seemed like he was having trouble keeping his own curiosity at bay.

The silence hung heavy for a few moments, two pairs of eyes locking. Hesitantly, Thomas cracked a small smile, this enough to calm Guy down and return the gesture before long both had almost silly grins on their faces.

Brushing the wet hair from his eyes and tucking it behind an ear, the smaller gave a soft laugh, "You know…this doesn't feel any different than being naked around my brother."

At Guy's ease at the situation, it only helped calm Thomas down more, for if his shy companion wasn't that bothered, then he had no reason to be either. It took a few moments for both boys to adjust, becoming more casual and starting to wash up just like they had planned to. Their cheeks were flushed slightly, well aware of each other's wandering gazes now, but both quickly agreed, though stammering, the flush was simply from the steam.

"Guy? Um…. You think we could…?" Thomas spoke up hesitantly, eyes nervous on his friend as he stood there.

The smaller glanced up from scrubbing his arms, blinking the water from his eyes, "What?"

Thomas' gaze faultered, "Kiss?"

Guy-Manuel only blinked again, though this time in a mix of confusion and startlement. "I…don't think…after what happened before…"

"But couples kiss in the rain." Thomas reasoned. "I mean…uh…not…that we are…but if you get a girl and she wants to kiss in the rain like in the movies, wouldn't you rather know what it's like?"

The shorter only laughed, voice teasing, "Oh? Watching romance are we, Thomas?"

Thomas' face flushed but he was quick to counter, "Like the books on your shelves are any better!"

It was Guy's turn to blush now, face twisting into a pout. "Do go there…."

"Then don't tease me!"

Guy-Manuel shook his head, "Fine, fine. Calm down…I was just joking…"

To make up for the matter, Guy steeled his resolve and turned to properly face Thomas, drifting closer to the taller and glancing up at him to give what he had asked for, though, his mind vaguely chimed in kissing before was easier on the bed when Thomas was closer to his height. "You're too tall…"

The casualness calmed Thomas down, the small comment enough to make him crack a smile before leaning down slightly so their lips could meet properly. The brush didn't seem like anything, but both remembered that spark from before. It was as if Guy's mind shut off when he felt that curious tongue lick at his bottom lip, it almost natural now to give in as he did so to the request.

Tongue met and tangled once more in the dance from before, eyes falling closed as Thomas was barely aware of his hands going to Guy-Manuel's hips and Guy's arms around Thomas' neck to pull him in closer.

The steam flooded around both, the two lost in this moment and feeling nothing but warmth around them and in their stomachs. It wasn't until Guy's back made connection with the shower wall did he break the connection with a small, startled noise.

Both froze then nose to nose, panting gently with cheeks flushed in silence. They seemed to be more than aware of one another at the moment, aware of this new…desire that seemed to flood the room and make them drown.

Before Thomas could open his mouth to ask what was wrong or stammer out an apology, Guy had tugged him back down, lips crashing together sloppily once more.

Both gave into desire then, letting the room fade from around them, just lost in one another, not even thinking about what they were actually doing, only aware that what it was felt good. That it burned this spark in the pit of their stomachs that grew into a heat that engulfed them.

The kiss broke once more, by Thomas this time, as the two were left panting for air. Glassy, emerald eyes met chocolate in the silence again, the only sound in the bathroom being their breaths and the running shower. Yes, the urge was there, the urge and want for more of this new sensation, this new emotion, but something clicked and with one last little parting kiss, the two draw apart.

There would be other times, their eyes seemed to say to one another.

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The rest of the shower finished without incident, though, both were more comfortable physically around one another, taking turns to scrub the other's back before rinsing off and slipping into the now sauna-like room to wrap up in dry towels. Guy ended up slipping from the bathroom then to go get dressed, having not brought a change of clothes here like Thomas had, and within moments found both back in Guy's bedroom in the night clothes.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Guy suggested then after cleaning up the musical mess they had left behind on his bed with Thomas' help.

The taller nodded, "Sounds good to me."

Agreement made, Thomas stole the comforter off Guy's bed while the shorter gathered up the pillows, both making their way downstairs to the living room to crash on the couch where the television resided.

Tossing the pillows onto the plush, leather furniture, Guy-Manuel turned to his partner, "You can pick the movie and I'll go see about popcorn or something."

A grin passed over Thomas' face, "Don't trust me in your kitchen?"

Guy-Manuel only laughed, padding off to the nearby room, "Of course not! You'll eat us out of house and home!"

"Would not!" The taller called back, making his way over to the little entertainment center to settle on the floor and look over the collection of VHS tapes there.

Guy's laughter flowed from the kitchen, the sounds of things being moved about and cabinets opening and closing following, "Really? I don't believe that for a second!"

Thomas' own laughter joined his friend's. "It's true! I would at least share with you!"

The sound of a microwave started up then, before Guy stood in the doorway between both rooms, "Well…that's different then."

The taller glanced over his shoulder then, eyes spotting his friend as he threw on a cheesy grin, "Knew you'd see it my way."

Guy-Manuel only snorted in amusement, shaking his still damp hair from his eyes, "Anyways…what do you want to drink? Water, milk, juice, soda?"

"Oh, Guy-Manuel, you are such a wonderful host."

Emerald eyes narrowed a bit, "Don't you dare say it…"

Thomas' grin only grew, "You'll make such a wonderful wife someday!"

The taller only had seconds to scramble back to his feet before Guy was after him, having snatched up one of his pillows from the couch as a weapon. He wasn't going to let Thomas escape, not after that comment.

The younger's laughter echoed through the empty house as he did his best to avoid the almost violent swing of a pillow at his head, Thomas' body bumping into an end table and making it's lamp shake in his evade.

"Ah! I apologize!!! Stop the attack!" Thomas cried out, unable to get to the couch to claim a weapon himself so he could fight back. So instead, he'd been forced to begging for forgiveness.

Guy only brought the pillow down once more, making contact this time with Thomas' form and feeling rather pleased at the almost girly whines coming from his taller companion. Giving one last swat, he pulled off in his attack, feeling payback had been dealt good enough.

Thomas' face slipped into an over-dramatic pout then, "You are too cruel to me."

"Me? What about you?" Guy shook his head, mentally debating hitting his unarmed friend once more.

"Kiss and make up?" Thomas suddenly asked out of the blue with a grin, gaining a blush from Guy in return.

"Horrible…" The smaller commented gently, but caved enough to tug Thomas down and let their lips brush in a chaste kiss.

Thomas' grin only grew with a small laugh, pleased to have gotten what he wanted as simple as it was.

It was strange, how something that started out as just an experiment and agreement between the two had become such a familiar gesture now over the course of a few hours. It was almost comforting in a sense. Though both would still consider it nothing more than an action, an idea agreed upon by two friends, the change between them was obvious as well, as if a new bridge had been built in their friendship and brought them closer together.

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Guy-Manuel couldn't keep the grin of excitement off his face as he stood at the school gates, eyes searching for his best friend amongst the flood of other students. It was a Friday, which meant, weekend; and his parents made it a regular occurrence now to go out on these days.

Guy had met Thomas when he was thirteen and the two seemed to have clicked almost instantly. Before long, many sleepovers and nights of adventure had transpired between the two over the last three years. Now sixteen, Guy's parents trusted both teens to be responsible adults, having left them on their own one night and when everything was fine the next day, the trend continued.

Strolling up, Thomas spotted his best friend, kicking his pace into a slight jog and both teen's faces widened with matching grins.

"Do you think you have everything?" Guy couldn't help but joke softly as they left school grounds, gesturing to the taller's large overnight bag.

The teen in question glanced at his bag, then back to his shorter companion, "But of course, Guy-Manuel, I'd think by now you'd realize I have to bring half my room with me."

The two only laughed to themselves, side by side as they made their way to Guy's house. "Is your brother out as well?" Thomas chimed in.

The shorter teen nodded, "Yes, thankfully. He has a 'date' with some girl and Mother is allowing him out." Emerald eyes lifted to Thomas with a smile. "I think Mother actually only agreed to give us some peace."

Thomas grinned back, "She's so nice. Remember last time I spent the night? Your bro-"

"I know…" Guy quickly cut his friend off. "He's so annoying sometimes. But, he will not be here tonight. The house is ours."

Being a nice day in spring, the walk from school to Guy's house was hardly a chore, the weather calm and nice, and the chattering of the two boys over various topics only made the time fly by faster in their journey. Moving up the stairs to the small house, both teen's were startled when the door opened for them, Guy-Manuel's parents dressed up formally and just getting ready to leave.

His mother was quick to catch her son's face with both hands, landing a few kisses on his cheeks as Guy squirmed some at the attention. Thomas only grinned from where he was at his friend's situation, but Guy's mother quickly gave him the same treatment as well as if Thomas were one of her own, before letting both boys pass.

"We will be back late, your brother has already left to who knows where. Don't make a mess and if you do, I expect it clean when I get home."

The small lecture was always the same from her, despite never having any problems with either of the teens, she had once said 'I am a mother. It is my job.' When her son questioned her in embarrassment one day. After that, the two just got used to it, giving nods and sweet smiles.

They watched Guy's parents take their leave, waving and wishing them to 'have fun'. To he honest, Guy's parents not only adored Thomas, but enjoyed these sleepovers as well. It gave them the chance to get out and have time alone without the noise of teenagers running about.

Finally alone, the duo slipped into the house, Guy shutting and locking the door while Thomas had already kicked his shoes off at the door and made a bee-line for the stairs to infiltrate his friend's bedroom.

"A-Ah! Don't you dare steal my bed, Thomas!" The smaller cried out from his spot at the door, only to get a laugh in the distance from the teen in question.

Shaking his hair from his eyes, Guy toed off his own shoes and was quick to follow his companion, a pout of a frown on his face to find Thomas on his bed and curled around a pillow, "Thomas!"

The younger laughed, rolling over to shoot a grin at Guy-Manuel. "What?" He questioned innocently. "It is not my fault I like the smell of your sheets."

Guy only rolled his eyes, drifting in to settle on the edge of the bed and give a firm swat at Thomas' leg, "That is because I wash them."

Thomas was quick to take on a look of mock-hurt, "Guy-Manuel you are too cruel! I am not a filthy pig!"

The dramatics pulled a grin across the older's lips, a small laugh following, "I know, I know."

Rolling himself to sit up properly, Thomas nudged Guy's shoulder a moment, "So what do you want to do? Food first and then instruments or…?"

Guy hummed back gently, "I guess…but not at the same time! The keys on my keyboard were filthy last time we snacked and played."

A laugh only slipped from Thomas throat, "Okay, okay. Lesson learned there." Pushing himself from the bed, Thomas wandered from the bedroom, Guy on his heels at the two made it down to the kitchen for a snack raid.

"Mother got some Madeleines."

Thomas' eyes lit up, training to Guy, "Where!?"

The smaller laughed, quick to go to the pantry and pull out said bag, tossing it to Thomas who caught it with ease and was already opening it to shove one of the small, shell-shaped cakes into his mouth.

Guy only laughed again, grabbing some crackers and cheese as well for them, before both settled at the island in the kitchen to snack, idly tossing around whatever was in their heads.

Reaching for a madeleine, Guy took up the small cake and took a bite, eyes on Thomas, "I was thinking we could continue where we left off last time you were over with that one song. I liked the keyboard, but I wasn't so sure on what I was doing on guitar."

"Seriously?" Thomas questioned back, mouth full of a cracker with cheese at the moment. He chewed a bit, voicing coming out more clear. "I could have sworn you sounded fine."

Guy only made a slight face, tossing the rest of the cake in his mouth. "I don't know…it seemed like…we didn't match."

The taller's face only copied the same look on his smaller companion's. "We'll have to listen again. This would be easier if we had a way to record, you know?"

"I don't get enough allowance to buy a tape recorder."

Thomas idly shrugged back. "We could both save up? Maybe buy one?"

"Maybe…"Guy-Manuel's face turned thoughtful, before he shook his head, only to lift a hand and brush the hair from his eyes to behind an ear, wanting to drop that subject.

"So your brother is on a date? How'd that happen?" Thomas chimed up, knowing his friend long enough to pick up on what some gestures meant.

Guy snorted softly in amusement. "I have no idea…I guess… he's a bit more outgoing than I am. Girls have always liked him more."

The taller hummed back, tossing another Madeleine into his mouth, "Maybe it's cause he's actually kissed a girl before?"

Guy's face flushed slightly, "You have no room to talk."

Thomas' own face took on a slight tint as well then. "True…I mean…well…your mother doesn't count."

"Definitely not." Guy agreed with another shake of his head. "Girls are just…I don't know…do you get nervous?"

"Of course." The taller nodded. "I mean…I don't want to kiss a girl and be told I'm a bad kisser."

The shorter nodded back, idly munching on a cracker. "You know…I heard around school, that girls will get together and practice kissing with each other."

Thomas' eyes widened some, "You're joking!"

"It's just a rumor…" Guy mumbled back, eyes drifting to his younger friend.

Thomas' face sunk into thought a moment, "Maybe it's true though? Why else would girls seem to know what to do?"

Guy's expression only mimicked Thomas', "If it is, I don't think our band idea has any chance of attracting girls. Music may win them over, but if we kiss and are bad…"

The taller's fingers idly drummed on the counter before him, "Well…if girls do it, maybe we should?"

"Now you must be joking!"

"No seriously! Hear me out!" Thomas replied quickly, getting more animated. "It's a 'rumor' right? No one's here but you and me, who would ever find out? And then when we do get girls, we'll be good kissers and impress them."

Guy-Manuel leaned on the counter then, "Well…that does make sense…but…It'll be our secret, right?" He sat up straighter, face serious. "You can't tell anyone. Agreed?"

Thomas nodded back, "Agreed."

Both teens then spat on their hands and then shook, stealing this secret between them in only a way friends would.

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A few hours later found both back in Guy's bedroom, Thomas on Guy-Manuel's bed with the older's keyboard, while Guy sat on the floor almost lazily against his closed door, an electric guitar in his lap. Both had notebooks opened next to them with pens close by, ready to scribble down anything they made that they thought was interesting.

"Guy, Come here…" Thomas spoke up softly, idly chewing on the end of his pen as he toiled over the paper.

Setting his guitar aside, the shorter got up to crawl onto the bed next to Thomas, half hanging on the taller's shoulders to peer over at the paper. "What?"

"I was thinking lyrics…but I'm…not…sure…" Thomas frowned, head turning enough to glance at Guy's face as he moved the notebook closer to his partner to see better.

Guy gently bit his bottom lip, eyes roaming over the paper and the scrawled lyrics there. "It doesn't sound too bad…" Unaware how close Thomas was, he looked at the taller, only to come nose to nose with him.

Both teens just stared at one another a moment. Normally, such closeness wasn't anything that bothered them…but after the conversation earlier….

"Can…I? I mean…we need a break." Thomas spoke gently, cheeks dusted with a light blush.

Guy's own face became slightly heated, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. He knew exactly what Thomas was talking about, but he never thought such a simple thing could be so nerve wracking. Finally, he let out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, before closing that small gap.

Lips connected for a few seconds in an almost chaste kiss, before Guy pulled back. The look on both teen's faces was the same, a blush on their cheeks and an almost confused look. The kiss, didn't feel any different from any other. The brush of lips no different than the affectionate smothering Guy's mother placed on them.

Slowly, Thomas leaned back in to close that distance once more, the two looking silently into one another's eyes. Surprisingly, it was Guy who acted first, lifting a hand slowly to the back of Thomas' head as he let his lips part some. It was like instinct took over then, Thomas' tongue, shy and timid, snaked out and into that moist cavern.

Both recoiled sharply then from one another at the odd taste of another's saliva; silence hanging thickly in the room save of the odd little noises they made now and then.

After a few moments, Guy drew close once more, teeth biting that lower lip again as he let their mouths connect again for another try. It was strange and odd, the connection. A new sensation, a new taste.

They both seemed to note, that after a few tries here and there, the oddness of tasting another started to fade, becoming more tolerable. Finally, Thomas pulled back and sat there, Guy doing the same as he licked his lips a moment.

"I can taste the lemon on you." Guy broke the silence with a small voice.

Thomas blinked almost dumbly back, before his face split into a grin and a laugh followed. "I think it's because we ate the madeleines. You taste like lemon too."

A grin of his own lit Guy-Manuel's face, "Imagine chocolate kisses."

The taller only hummed back, "Now that sounds good."

Guy laughed loudly, Thomas falling into the laughter and giggles as well at what a situation like that would be.

"But it wasn't bad, right?" The taller asked, only to have Guy shake his head.

"No." The older replied. "It was really weird at first, but after a bit it didn't taste as bad."

Thomas gave a noise of mock-offense, "I do not taste bad!"

Guy only laughed harder, waving his friend off, "I didn't mean it like that. I just meant it…was different."

Almost teasingly, Thomas leaned in then, capturing Guy's lips once more in an over-dramatic smooch, the smaller wiggling some at the invading tongue in his mouth and trying to suppress his laughter, before finally shoving Thomas off. "You're such a jerk."

"You love it!" The taller joked back, only for both to fall into laughter again, leaning on one another for support.

The atmosphere in the room was…almost strange then. Not uncomfortable or thick like it had been, but almost, more relaxed and calm. It was subtle and faint, but like a peacefulness had settled over the two teens that hadn't been there before; a new feeling of comfort with one another.

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Time flew by after that moment, the two drifting back to their music and creating songs. Though, Guy had moved for a closer spot on the bed next to Thomas with his guitar, the two sharing tiny kisses now and then to keep 'practicing' in both; thinking this a logical way to save time and still get music written.

Lost in their passion of music, neither boy noticed their own bodies reactions to the small, affectionate gestures they placed on one another. Calling for another break, Thomas sunk against Guy-Manuel's side, both of their faces flushed and only now noting the increase in heat in the room.

"I think I'm going to open the window…it feels so warm in here now." The smaller broke the silence.

Thomas nodded slightly, "Yeah." He agreed, but only put more of his weight on Guy's smaller form. "But I don't want you to move. You're a perfect pillow."

The older snorted softly, "That's all I am to you? A pillow?"

"Of course not." Thomas flashed a smile, leaning in to capture those slightly pouty lips once more, the gesture more familiar as Guy opened his mouth without hesitation.

Their kisses were still sloppy, but Guy felt his face flush more at this one, eyes fluttering softly shut. Thomas' eyes had fallen closed as well as he pressed his body closer, feeling an odd pull dragging him in deeper.

When the kiss broke, bother were panting gently for air, cheeks pink. Neither could remember when they had moved, Thomas' body over Guy's, his arms the only think keeping him from squishing the smaller teen.

"What…?" Thomas breathed out, hoping he wasn't the only one who noticed the spark of change.

Guy licked at his lips, looking a bit lost as well, "I don't know…but it felt…I liked it…a lot."

The taller hummed gently, their faces a breath apart, "Me too…it felt…warm."

"Again?"

Thomas didn't argue this time, filling Guy-Manuel's request as mouths connected again and tongue tangled and twined together once more.

Both were aware something was different, something else driving them, but at the moment, neither could muster up the effort to care; both just wanting more of this odd spark that had come from seemingly nowhere.

Both were left breathless when the kiss broke, faces flushed deeply as they stared at one another once more. It was Guy who broke the silence again.

"T-Thomas…You're…" He stammered out, feeling the obvious reaction of his best friend's body against his thigh, not that he was fairing any better right now.

The taller quickly pulled off then with a few soft swears, his face lighting up brightly, "I…I'm so sorry…"

Guy only sat up himself, drawing his legs in close and wrapping his arms around them, face red. "It's…okay…" He admitted in a small voice, half hiding behind his curtain of hair; body language telling Thomas he was having a similar problem.

"May…maybe we should call it a night?" Guy continued in that same small voice. "I…er…you can shower first."

Thomas only nodded, getting off the bed and going to his overnight bag for a change of clothes, purposely keeping his front facing away from his companion, before slipping away to the bathroom down the hall.

Alone now, Guy let loose a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, only to bury his red face in his knees, now feeling the full force of his embarrassment. At the same time, he didn't think too much on it, as Thomas had reacted the same way as him, and that, at least, brought some comfort to his mind. That it hadn't just been him.

Thomas' voice breaking the silence caused Guy to lift his head, emerald eyes blinking and face still lightly tinted with a blush as his gaze landed on his friend in the doorway.

"What's wrong?" Guy asked softly, face twisting up some in confusion. "You know how to work the-"

"I know." Thomas was quick to cut the older off. "I was…um… actually wondering…if maybe… we could shower together?"

A mix of confusion and almost nervousness flashed over Guy-Manuel's face, "Why?"

Thomas was easily uneasy, body language reflecting such as he shifted from one foot to the other, eyes anywhere except on Guy's form. "Well...I mean…You're going to have to for gym. You know…shower with other boys. Maybe… it would be best to try it first? Before you decide on stinking all day?"

Guy-Manuel's face twisted up in disgust then at that thought, the idea of being filthy and sweaty all day long if he had the horrid luck of having gym first in the day.

"And besides…" Thomas continued, finally letting his gaze meet his friend's. "Better me than anyone else, right?"

The smaller bit at his lip, the events from before still fresh in his mind, but Thomas did have a valid point, and it wasn't like they would be kissing, just getting clean. And if he couldn't even be naked around his best friend, what hope would he have not only with girls repulsed by his smell, but also boys teasing him, even more than they already did, about his shyness.

Shaking his head, Guy-Manuel shifted his weight to wiggle off his bed, "I…see your point." He admitted softly.

"I promise." Thomas chimed in. "I…I'm not planning anything. I just figured, well…since we practiced kissing, why not something else? I mean, we're going to have to deal with it someday…"

Guy only waved a hand, going over to his taller companion, "I didn't think you were planning anything. But what you said does make sense…and I know you won't tease me."

"Of course not." The taller replied. "You're my best friend."

A small smile found it's way onto Guy's face at those words, comforted by their honesty, which in turn, made a smile grow on Thomas' face as well.

Side by side the two drifted down the hall to the bathroom, exchanging glances now and then, before Guy slipped into the room first, followed quickly by Thomas who shut the door behind them simply out of habit.

For once, to both teens, the normally large expanse of the upstairs bathroom in Guy's house seemed remarkably small. Shaking his hair from his eyes, Guy-Manuel was quick to take action and go over to the bath to start the shower, knowing if he hesitated or thought too much, his meek side would take over and he'd be quick to abandon this idea entirely.

Flipping the tab to let the shower run, Guy cast an idle glance at Thomas a moment, their eyes meeting in the pretty much silence of the room, before both averted their gaze. The room was heavy, and not because of the steam quickly filling it up as both undressed with their backs to one another.

Once free of his clothing, Guy was quick to slip in behind the shower curtain first for coverage, not that it mattered much as Thomas would soon join him, but it was also half an excuse that now he was wet and escaping would be more difficult if his mind decided to change itself.

Sure enough, his ears caught the sounds of the curtain shifting and he could almost feel the taller's presence behind him, causing him to take a tentative glance over his shoulder, making sure his gaze stayed above Thomas' waist; though, it strangely and curiously wanted to travel.

Thomas seemed to be doing the same, just silently looking back at his shorter friend almost awkwardly, and also, seemed like he was having trouble keeping his own curiosity at bay.

The silence hung heavy for a few moments, two pairs of eyes locking. Hesitantly, Thomas cracked a small smile, this enough to calm Guy down and return the gesture before long both had almost silly grins on their faces.

Brushing the wet hair from his eyes and tucking it behind an ear, the smaller gave a soft laugh, "You know…this doesn't feel any different than being naked around my brother."

At Guy's ease at the situation, it only helped calm Thomas down more, for if his shy companion wasn't that bothered, then he had no reason to be either. It took a few moments for both boys to adjust, becoming more casual and starting to wash up just like they had planned to. Their cheeks were flushed slightly, well aware of each other's wandering gazes now, but both quickly agreed, though stammering, the flush was simply from the steam.

"Guy? Um…. You think we could…?" Thomas spoke up hesitantly, eyes nervous on his friend as he stood there.

The smaller glanced up from scrubbing his arms, blinking the water from his eyes, "What?"

Thomas' gaze faultered, "Kiss?"

Guy-Manuel only blinked again, though this time in a mix of confusion and startlement. "I…don't think…after what happened before…"

"But couples kiss in the rain." Thomas reasoned. "I mean…uh…not…that we are…but if you get a girl and she wants to kiss in the rain like in the movies, wouldn't you rather know what it's like?"

The shorter only laughed, voice teasing, "Oh? Watching romance are we, Thomas?"

Thomas' face flushed but he was quick to counter, "Like the books on your shelves are any better!"

It was Guy's turn to blush now, face twisting into a pout. "Do go there…."

"Then don't tease me!"

Guy-Manuel shook his head, "Fine, fine. Calm down…I was just joking…"

To make up for the matter, Guy steeled his resolve and turned to properly face Thomas, drifting closer to the taller and glancing up at him to give what he had asked for, though, his mind vaguely chimed in kissing before was easier on the bed when Thomas was closer to his height. "You're too tall…"

The casualness calmed Thomas down, the small comment enough to make him crack a smile before leaning down slightly so their lips could meet properly. The brush didn't seem like anything, but both remembered that spark from before. It was as if Guy's mind shut off when he felt that curious tongue lick at his bottom lip, it almost natural now to give in as he did so to the request.

Tongue met and tangled once more in the dance from before, eyes falling closed as Thomas was barely aware of his hands going to Guy-Manuel's hips and Guy's arms around Thomas' neck to pull him in closer.

The steam flooded around both, the two lost in this moment and feeling nothing but warmth around them and in their stomachs. It wasn't until Guy's back made connection with the shower wall did he break the connection with a small, startled noise.

Both froze then nose to nose, panting gently with cheeks flushed in silence. They seemed to be more than aware of one another at the moment, aware of this new…desire that seemed to flood the room and make them drown.

Before Thomas could open his mouth to ask what was wrong or stammer out an apology, Guy had tugged him back down, lips crashing together sloppily once more.

Both gave into desire then, letting the room fade from around them, just lost in one another, not even thinking about what they were actually doing, only aware that what it was felt good. That it burned this spark in the pit of their stomachs that grew into a heat that engulfed them.

The kiss broke once more, by Thomas this time, as the two were left panting for air. Glassy, emerald eyes met chocolate in the silence again, the only sound in the bathroom being their breaths and the running shower. Yes, the urge was there, the urge and want for more of this new sensation, this new emotion, but something clicked and with one last little parting kiss, the two draw apart.

There would be other times, their eyes seemed to say to one another.

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The rest of the shower finished without incident, though, both were more comfortable physically around one another, taking turns to scrub the other's back before rinsing off and slipping into the now sauna-like room to wrap up in dry towels. Guy ended up slipping from the bathroom then to go get dressed, having not brought a change of clothes here like Thomas had, and within moments found both back in Guy's bedroom in the night clothes.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Guy suggested then after cleaning up the musical mess they had left behind on his bed with Thomas' help.

The taller nodded, "Sounds good to me."

Agreement made, Thomas stole the comforter off Guy's bed while the shorter gathered up the pillows, both making their way downstairs to the living room to crash on the couch where the television resided.

Tossing the pillows onto the plush, leather furniture, Guy-Manuel turned to his partner, "You can pick the movie and I'll go see about popcorn or something."

A grin passed over Thomas' face, "Don't trust me in your kitchen?"

Guy-Manuel only laughed, padding off to the nearby room, "Of course not! You'll eat us out of house and home!"

"Would not!" The taller called back, making his way over to the little entertainment center to settle on the floor and look over the collection of VHS tapes there.

Guy's laughter flowed from the kitchen, the sounds of things being moved about and cabinets opening and closing following, "Really? I don't believe that for a second!"

Thomas' own laughter joined his friend's. "It's true! I would at least share with you!"

The sound of a microwave started up then, before Guy stood in the doorway between both rooms, "Well…that's different then."

The taller glanced over his shoulder then, eyes spotting his friend as he threw on a cheesy grin, "Knew you'd see it my way."

Guy-Manuel only snorted in amusement, shaking his still damp hair from his eyes, "Anyways…what do you want to drink? Water, milk, juice, soda?"

"Oh, Guy-Manuel, you are such a wonderful host."

Emerald eyes narrowed a bit, "Don't you dare say it…"

Thomas' grin only grew, "You'll make such a wonderful wife someday!"

The taller only had seconds to scramble back to his feet before Guy was after him, having snatched up one of his pillows from the couch as a weapon. He wasn't going to let Thomas escape, not after that comment.

The younger's laughter echoed through the empty house as he did his best to avoid the almost violent swing of a pillow at his head, Thomas' body bumping into an end table and making it's lamp shake in his evade.

"Ah! I apologize!!! Stop the attack!" Thomas cried out, unable to get to the couch to claim a weapon himself so he could fight back. So instead, he'd been forced to begging for forgiveness.

Guy only brought the pillow down once more, making contact this time with Thomas' form and feeling rather pleased at the almost girly whines coming from his taller companion. Giving one last swat, he pulled off in his attack, feeling payback had been dealt good enough.

Thomas' face slipped into an over-dramatic pout then, "You are too cruel to me."

"Me? What about you?" Guy shook his head, mentally debating hitting his unarmed friend once more.

"Kiss and make up?" Thomas suddenly asked out of the blue with a grin, gaining a blush from Guy in return.

"Horrible…" The smaller commented gently, but caved enough to tug Thomas down and let their lips brush in a chaste kiss.

Thomas' grin only grew with a small laugh, pleased to have gotten what he wanted as simple as it was.

It was strange, how something that started out as just an experiment and agreement between the two had become such a familiar gesture now over the course of a few hours. It was almost comforting in a sense. Though both would still consider it nothing more than an action, an idea agreed upon by two friends, the change between them was obvious as well, as if a new bridge had been built in their friendship and brought them closer together.