Attention

Epilogue

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content.

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Two weeks later.

"Mike, you're making too much of a big deal out of this," Dave groans, covering his face with his hands and rubbing it vigorously. "Plus, you're driving me insane," he mutters against his palms.

"Well, excuse me to bother you with my problems, but it is a big deal to me, Dave!" Mike retorts, offended. "I need to cover every single angle of this. I didn't sleep at all last night thinking about it, or the night before...or the previous," he admits with some shame and adjusts his position on the floor of his living room. He's not even exaggerating. He really has been losing sleep over this. Having sex with Brad is something he's fantasized about for far too long and he doesn't know if he's ready to actually go through with it. It's coming though.

Since the night of the incident— and though he stopped acting worryingly clingy after two days and has gone back to his normal self— Brad has been spending almost every free moment he has with Mike and letting him know that he's ready to take things further in non too subtle ways. Just that morning, for example, Brad started pressing his butt against Mike's morning wood while they were cuddling. Not that he complains. Quite the contrary, but with the certainty that Brad is in for the long haul, the pressure to make things perfect has skyrocketed.

Now he's over thinking everything.

"Is that a notepad?" Mike freezes when Dave's eyes set on his notepad and slides it off the table to lay it on his lap where his friend can't see it from the couch. "Are you taking notes?"

Dave's tone is full of mirth, so Mike blushes, but he puts the notepad back on the table with an irritated huff. "What if I am? I told you I need to cover every angle."

Shaking his head, Dave gives him a mock-pitying look. "You're such a control freak, Mike."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Did you make a sketch?" Dave teases and leans closer to try and reach for the notepad, but Mike pulls it out of his reach. Sighing, he sits back. "Mike, you're overreacting. It's not that big of a deal."

"Dave, we've managed to sort out everything else. Brad's opened up to me in ways he never has before. We both feel the same and want the same thing. This is the only thing that's left for us to do and if I blow it...it could ruin everything," he lets out in a beaten tone.

"You're not gonna ruin anything," Dave groans, rolling his head back until he's resting it on the back of the couch. Mike knows he's testing his friend's patience, but he really needs some advice.

"How can you possibly know that?"

"Let me finish. You won't ruin it, but...in the unlikely eventuality that you do, then you do it again. Jeez, Mike. It's just sex."

Mike huffs. He should've asked Chester for advice.

"That's the thing. It isn't just sex. Besides, Brad has...experience in the area. What if I'm not as good as...others?"

Mike sounds so unsure to his own ears it's almost cringe-worthy. And Brad sees him as this confident, sure-of-himself guy who has all the answers. He hardly lives up to that image at the moment.

Dave snorts. "C'mon, Mike. A bunch of drunken quickies in public bathrooms is not something to be worried about. Judging by just that, you can at least rest assured that Brad isn't hard to please."