Tom was having a bad night. If being shot with an arrow by one of those skeletons wasn't bad enough he then found his house broken into. Feeling vulnerable as ever and unsafe, he couldn't stay there. Thankfully for Tom his friend Steve was always there for him, keeping him safe and happy. He even offered Tom a room in his spacious home.

There was no way Tom could repay Steve for all that he did, for his kindness and all around ability to be the best friend possible. Tom sat on his foreign bed thinking about how happy Steve made him, always willing to sacrifice for his friend. Protecting him from the dangerous wilds and helping him when he was sick or injured.

Steve stirred the boiling pot of mushroom stew, concentrating on his, and Tom's dinner, trying his best not to burn any of it. He worried about his friend Tom, and not because he was just his friend. Steve was deeply in love with him. Not like that fairytale love at first sight, no, he had grown to love him. That is why he did his best to make Tom happy, keep him safe.

But Steve had trouble expressing himself, what if he was rejected, what if he never saw Tom again? He wouldn't let that happen, even though he loved his friend, he wouldn't do anything that could end their friendship. Extinguishing the fire under his pot, he decides to see how Tom is feeling, he has had quite a few blows tonight. He pushes the door open to find his best friend siting on his bed, contemplating.

Tom looked up to meet the gaze of Steve, his heart thumping fast. He couldn't explain it, but Steve was so nice to him, it made him happy. He gives Steve a smile, not even a forced one. "Hey.." he said "How's dinner coming?" Steve steps into the room walking over to the bed "It's fine, I hope I didn't burn it though." he sits on the bed next to Tom and stares at the bloody stain on his shirt, where the arrow had pierced his flesh. "Let me change your bandages, I want to get a better look at that wound."

Tom lifts his shirt exposing his toned and muscular pecs, his muscles tight from stress, and his stomach adorned with his sculpted abs. Steve could only stair at the desirable body of his friend, so close to him. Remembing why he was there he un-bandages his best friend's arm finding a regular scab covering the wound. He takes a fresh piece of cloth and wraps it around the thick bicep that Tom had, giving the tight muscle a squeeze.

Tom watched as his Steve seemed to be under some sort of spell, being so gently with him, his fingertips grazing his skin. Tom looked Steve over, his roaming eyes never have roamed so long. His gaze fell back onto the king face of Steve and their eyes met. A spark shot threw both of them, a feeling and a realization of the others feelings. It was Tom who leaned in, closer and closer until their lips met.

-Fin-

Based on the story here: Story

I'm such a bad person :P