“You don’t have to be so crabby about it.”

“Well, excuse me, Mr. Diva. Some people need sleep.”

“… ‘Sorry for waking you up.”

“It’s okay.”

“…”

“Are we going to stand in the doorway all night or is there a point to you dragging me out of my nice, warm bed at this ungodly hour?”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Want me to read you a bedtime story?”

“Stop laughing at me. It’s not funny.”

“Then what do you want me to do about it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then why did you come to me?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know a lot of things.”

“Yeah.”

“Geez… come in already. You’re shivering. Take my shirt.”

“The shirt off of your back. How metaphoric.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just take it, Timberlake.”

“Thanks.”

“It fits you better anyway.”

“Not my fault you’re skinny as a pole. Look, turn you sideways and you disappear.”

“Hey, don’t insult a gift horse.”

“I’m not even going to say anything. It’s too easy.”

“Shut up or I’ll kick you out of here.”

“Shutting up.”

“You can crash here if you want. Just don’t keep me up.”

“Yeah, thanks. I’ll take the sofa.”

“You don’t have to.”

“…”

“Justin?”

“What do you mean?”

“The bed’s big enough for both of us. That sofa’s gonna kill your back. Come on.”

“But… I mean… but…”

“Why, Justin, I do believe you’re blushing.”

“Shut up.”

“Then get over here before you freeze your cute little ass off.”

“Fine. You better not kick me. And how come your bed is warmer than mine?”

“I don’t know. I’m just so hot, I suppose.”

“Right.”

“Stop snickering and turn off the light.”

“Did you just call my ass cute?”

“No.”

“But I could’ve sworn you…”

“You’re imagining things, Justin. Lack of sleep is causing you to hallucinate. Turn off the light.”

“Sir, yes sir.”

“Goodnight, Just.”

“Goodnight, Jayce.”

“…”

“Justin, stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop thinking so hard. You’re keeping me up.”

“By thinking?”

“I can hear you from here.”

“You’re right next to me.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would it?”

“I mean… you’re gay, JC.”

“Yes, Justin. I’m as straight as a circle. What’s your point?”

“You’re in bed with me.”

“Yes.”

“You’re okay about that? You don’t feel weird about it?”

“It seems like you’re feeling weird enough for both of us.”

“I mean… don’t you…”

“Have the urge to jump you and ravish you all night in this nice, big bed? Yes, I do.”

“JC!”

“Aww… look, the blush is back.”

“Shut up.”

“I think you’re blushing more. That’s so cute.”

“Shut up and leave me alone.”

“… If it really bothers you, Justin, I’ll take the sofa tonight.”

“No.”

“What? Do you want to be here or not?”

“I do.”

“Okay. Be quiet and let me sleep. And stop hogging the covers.”

“…”

“…”

“JC?”

“Justin?”

“JC?”

“For the love of Pete, what?”

“’For the love of Pete?’ Who says that?”

“Okay, it’s not that funny, Justin.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“If you’re going to keep me up all night, I swear you’ll regret it.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“What’s it like to kiss a guy?”

“Uhh… it’s like kissing a girl. Except different.”

“Thanks, that just cleared everything up.”

“It’s hard to explain, Justin. It’s different. Different mesh, different bodies.”

“Oh. Do you like it?”

“I think Justin got slapped with a stupid stick tonight. Did you just ask a gay man if he likes to kiss guys?”

“Okay, I’ll be quiet.”

“Good.”

“You know, you’re very snappish when you’ve been deprived of sleep.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You sounded sincere.”

“I was.”

“Oh.”

“…”

“…”

“I could show you.”

“Show me what?”

“What it’s like to kiss a guy.”

“I… you… I… oh…”

“You’re cute when you blush. Have I said that yet?”

“Shut up for the thousandth time tonight, JC.”

“So can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Kiss you?”

“Do you want to?”

“I don’t know, do you want me to?”

“I don’t know, do you want to?”

“We’ll be stuck in this conversation for the rest of our lives.”

“Probably. Look, JC when I asked you that I –”

“…”

“Oh. That was nice.”

“Mmm… Yeah.”

“I know what you mean now. It’s… different.”

“As long as it’s all cleared up. Go to sleep, Justin.”

“…JC?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Do you want to?”

“…”

“Oh… Whoa. Okay, I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I liked that one too.”

“I can tell.”

“Oh…”

“That was the breathiest, moaning ‘oh’ I have ever heard in my life.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Justin. Sexy as fuck.”

“I should do it more often.”

“The kissing or the moaning?”

“Maybe both.”

“Maybe.”

“Do you think I can stay here tomorrow night too?”

“I’d like that.”

“Me too.”

“And Justin?”

“Yeah?”

“I did say you have a cute ass.”

“I thought so.”