BBS One-Shots

Meet Some Friends

Tyler swung open the front door to his house, a small smile on his face when he saw Evan, Jonathan, and Anthony. He let them in, stepping aside so they could come through the doorway. He closed the door and locked it behind them, flicking on the light. They'd come over to play video games, just hang out, really.

They all made their way into the living room, the gaming console already turned on so they could play whichever game they chose. They sat down, Anthony and Tyler on the couch, and Evan and Jonathan on the ground. They started playing games, ranging from Mario to GTA. While they played these games, they made noise, and a lot of it.

Now, in Tyler's defense, he wasn't really expecting Craig to come downstairs in just a pair of boxers and Tyler's sweatshirt, which was way too big for him. But, then again, he probably should have told his boyfriend that they had guests.

So, when Craig came stumbling down the stairs and into the living room in Tyler's clothes, rubbing tiredly at his eyes, complaining about the noise, he was surprised and very embarrassed with his lack of clothing. Tyler stood up, kind of shielding him for a moment before turning around to face his friends.

"So, guys, this is my boyfriend, Craig," Tyler said, a little awkwardly. Craig hid his lower body behind Tyler, but gave them a soft wave and a shy smile.

"I'm Evan," Evan said, offering Craig a smile. He gave a short wave before the guy next to him piped up.

"I'm Jonathan," he said. He looked at Evan, then said, "his fiance."

"Well, I'm single Anthony," the last guy said, looking rather annoyed."Now, if we could get over romance and play video games, that would be great, thanks."

Craig smiled, and nodded. "Nice to meet you all. I'm gonna borrow Tyler for just a minute, okay?"

They nodded, and Craig dragged Tyler out of seeing and hearing distance.

"Why didn't you tell me you had friends over?" Craig hissed. "I wouldn't of come downstairs looking like this!"

"What's wrong with this?" Tyler asked, moving his hands to Craig's hips and pushing them under the fabric of his sweatshirt.

"T-Tyler, stop it," Craig stuttered, surprised. "It's not decent."

"Certainly not," Tyler mumbled.

"Oh, shut up. I'm going to go put pants on, and when I come back you better have room for me on the couch."

Tyler laughed, lightly slapping his ass as he made his way back up the stairs. Craig was glad he couldn't see the furious blush on his face.