boone didn’t like being alone on a saturday night. boone was never alone on saturday nights – he was always either in bed with someone or at a club, but tonight, clubbing and hitting on someone for hours didn’t feel right. he wanted something a little more… simple. he had a plan for when he wanted things to be simple, too. he and nathaniel had an arrangement. a friends with benefits sort of thing, and boone loved it. no strings attached was boone’s forte. he texted nate, something along the lines of ‘i have plenty of booze and hbo, come over?’. he smiled as he heard a knock on the door a few minutes later, and gave nate a slow, painfully obvious look up and down as he opened the door. “ password? ” he teased, taking a drink of the beer in his hand.
@nathanielnsfw
nathan had smirked when he got the text, knowing exactly what it meant. there was a low chance that they would be actually sipping on wine while watching tv. wasting no time, he immediately made his way to boone’s apartment. usually, he was the type of guy to go out on a date or two before sleeping with someone, but nathan had an itch that bo seemed to be very good at scratching.
something about the way bo looked at him seemed to send a chill down his spine every time. stepping into the apartment, nathan smirked “ shut up, bro. “ he cupped bo’s face and pulled him in for a kiss, letting his desperation shine through.
