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All thoughts scattered when Sebastian stepped closer and pressed his chest against Ethan’s back. Sebastian, the more tactile of the two, slid his arm around Ethan’s waist and splayed his hand over his stomach. He pulled Ethan back against his body as if it were the most natural position in the world. Ethan loved the heat radiating off Sebastian’s taller form.

Ethan had to clear his throat several times before he spoke. “I'm the one who’ll be cooking?”

He turned to face Sebastian because his heat and scent were doing crazy things to his body. Sebastian sent him a pleading, yet half hopeful look, the one that had Ethan doing anything his friend asked.

“The place is too nice. If I cooked, I would burn down the kitchen.”

Ethan looked at him with his eyebrow raised.

“Maybe? Okay.”

When they were fifteen, Ethan had been sick an entire week with the flu and Sebastian pretended to be sick so he could stay home with Ethan. He tried to warm up soup when Sebastian knew Ethan was too weak to leave his bedroom. The scorch marks were visible above the hood of his parent’s stove to this day. And despite Ethan trying to teach him, he hadn’t improved.

“Okay, I’ll cook.”

Instead of answering, Sebastian’s gaze roamed over the rest of the open space, not meeting Ethan’s eyes. Then, he bit his lower lip and Ethan knew cooking duty wasn’t what Sebastian worried about.

Sebastian reached for Ethan and pulled him into a hug.

“What’s going on? Do you have a harem waiting for you in your bedroom?”

Sebastian shook his head, his chin moving on top of Ethan’s head. He took a deep breath before he stepped back and reached for Ethan’s hand, leading him to one of the other doors in the flat.

He opened the door with hesitation and Ethan blinked at the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. Ethan glanced around, confused for a long moment. But when he turned back to Sebastian, Ethan noticed a blush stained his friend’s cheeks. He’d never seen Sebastian blush, even with the most brazen propositions he’d received, and the truth struck him.

“It’s a one bedroom.” It wasn’t a question, but it was all Ethan could choke out.

Again, Sebastian nodded.

A flurry of emotions ran through Ethan. Understanding hewould have to share a bed with the one man he wanted beyond all others, left his brain sluggish as he tried for a reply.

“Huh.”

Elegant, Ethan.