Wow I actually finished it a bit after posting my last one how funny. Not much to say. I already updated you guys, so enjoy this... thing.
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-Noah
Word Count: 1915
Warnings: The writing got bad at the end because I'm tired, underage drinking
Summary: After Ethan drags Tate to a party, Tate does something that will change the boys' friendship.
"Come on Ethan, you look fine. Can we just go?"
Ethan turned around and raised an eyebrow at Tate, who was sitting on the bed with his arms crossed. "Why are you in such a hurry? I thought you didn't want to go."
Tate huffed out a breath. "I don't. But watching you try on a million clothes for some stupid party you're dragging me to isn't exactly my definition of fun."
Ethan smirked at him before turning back around to look through the clothes in his closet. "Tough luck. The guy who's throwing the party is pretty nice and wanted me to come. And you have to come because you need to get out more."
Tate sighed and leaned back on his hands, watching as Ethan picked up a shirt and held it in front of his chest. He did that three more times before deciding on a shirt and throwing it onto the bed, about a foot away from where Tate was laying. It took him five minutes to pick out the right pair of black jeans and shoes. When he finally had his outfit together, he closed his closet door and turned to Tate.
"See, done," he said with a big grin on his face.
Tate couldn't help but smile as he shook his head. "That took way too long."
Ethan shrugged. "Hey, I need to make sure I'm wearing a good outfit for this party. There's going to be some seriously hot chicks there."
Tate's smile dropped as he pictured Ethan flirting with some random girl at a party, her hand on his arm as she laughed about something he said. He imagined him leaning in and softly kissing the girl, before grabbing her hand and running upstairs to do God knows what. Tate scowled at the thought. Yeah, okay, so he was a little jealous of an imaginary girl. Whatever.
Ethan noticed the change in Tate's mood and nudged his arm. "You good, man?"
Tate blinked and looked up at Ethan. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought."
Ethan laughed. "Alright," he said before reaching behind his head and pulling off his shirt.
Tate sputtered a bit at the sudden reveal of smooth golden skin. "W-what are you doing?"
Ethan looked at Tate strangely. "I'm changing," he said, confused. "Why, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Tate said quickly. "Just surprised me."
Ethan nodded slowly. "Right. Hey, are you sure you're okay?"
Tate rolled his eyes and leaned over to shove at Ethan. "Shut up, I'm fine."
Ethan chuckled before undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers. Tate quickly looked away, not wanting to get caught staring. After a few seconds, he looked back. His eyes roamed over Ethan's fit arms and legs and tight abs. The running he did for track definitely kept him in shape. Tate glanced down at his own stomach. Even though an over-sized shirt was hiding it, he couldn't help but remember the pudge that was on his belly. His thighs looked too big in the skinny jeans he was wearing. He looked back at Ethan, watching as he slipped on the jeans and threw a shirt on. He looked good. Any girl at the party would glance at him and immediately want him.
