Please Ruin Our Friendship! (Parkster)

Chester didn't obviously overlook it; it felt great. That warmth by his side was comforting and really condoling for him. The way he could hear his breathing, the way he hesitantly touched him when he accidentally got too close-it's too overwhelming. And he can't get over it.

So when Parker was absentmindedly scrolling through his emails, Chester spoke quietly. "Eh, a few kisses won't ruin our friendship, right?" He chewed his fingernail. Parker slowly glanced at him; glasses that nicely fit his sculpture face were falling off. "What?" he whispered.