The gentle breeze pets the grass outside the bedroom, the trees of the suburb. The rays of summer shine the trim, warm grey fur of a boy, lazing atop the bed. A teenage sheepdog, white shirt, green shorts. The front of his dark brown hair reaches the corner of his mouth. He looks at the motivational posters around his room, the backpack that's been unattended for the past few months. He's bored himself out of his phone, which is laying asleep right beside him. Unsure what to do, he starts meditating. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

"Ding!" The phone wakes him up with a notification. The dog rolls over to check.

"Jake: hey tony"
"Jake: wanna hang out?"

He widens his eyes, unlocking his phone to respond.

"Hey. I would like to. Also, when can you hang out?"

"how about in an hour?" Jake asks.

Tony ponders to himself for a minute. "Sounds good. You can come over to my place, my parents are on vacation."

"ok. ill be there soon."

The boy jumps out of his bed and walks over to his kitchen, a near empty box of pizza left on the counter. He opens the fridge to get some water, along with three ice cubes, sliding his dark brown hair to the side before drinking.


"Yo Tony!" Someone yells from outside the door, after knocking four times. Tony is taken by surprise, rushing to open the door, his tail's been wagging for the past half hour. He's then met with his border collie pal, Jake, greeting him with a "heyoo." His hair, the same color as Tony's, barely reaches his shoulders. His black band outfit matches his fur, save for the white middle of his face and his hands, which carry a The Beagles bag. "I brought my Switch. You got chips 'n soda?"

"Yeeee, I got chips 'n soda. Just gotta go get it." The sheepdog rushes to the kitchen. "We can play in the living room, since my parents aren't around." Jake takes off his shoes and places his bag on the coffee table, extracting the Nintendo Switch and turning it on, while Tony comes back with a few bags of Doritos and Dr Pepper.

The room is mostly composed of tones of beige, save for the potted plants in the corner. Despite there being a TV, they choose to put the screen on the table, while playing from the couch. Sounds of italian plumbers, crinkling of aluminum bags and frustrated boys fill the air.


"What! Why the fuck didn't it turn?!" Tony whines, it just seems like the controller has a specific grudge against him.

"Dude, you can't just yank it like that." Jake says, reaching for another tortilla chip. "Also doing the 200cc mode was your idea. Can't believe it, you're a dumbass."

"You know what? I'm getting mad, let's do something else." The sheepdog jumps up from the couch. "Like come on, we've tried 6 other times by now and I STILL haven't gotten to the top 3." He walks to the front yard and suddenly remembers something. He sprints to the back of the house, into a shed. "Yo Jake, come over here!"

Jake puts the console away and stands up, taking a moment to echolocate him. "Where are you?!"

"I'm in the back!" He yells back. The boy goes to the kitchen, near the backyard, to see his friend, but is instead punched by a volleyball right on the arm. He lets out a loud "ouch" as Tony is seen cackling from behind the small shed.

"You, you motherfricker!" He bends over to grab the ball and holds it up. The sheepdog yelps before going around the shed, out of sight. It's no use, as he's almost immediately hit hard on the back, making him yell. "Yooo you just got oppa gangnam style'd."

"Hehehehea, not for long!" Tony scrambles up to his feet, ball in hand, chasing after the offender with the smuggest grin. Jake, being the fat fuck he is, can only run away so long before stopping to breathe, consequently being hit on the ass crack. Laughing echoes through the yard. "Take that!"

The black dog picks up the ball and shoots at him without thinking twice; the ball instead flies over Tony's head and between the intersecting branches of a berry tree. "Yoooo!" Jake yells.

"Dude, I'm gonna have to climb this shit now. Never climbed a tree before." Tony chuckles, looking up at the ball. It's low enough that he can get it, but only if he climbs a foot higher. He takes off his flip flops and attempts to step up into the middle of the tree fork before slipping one of his feet. "Shhhit! I almost fell." He climbs up a branch, getting close to the ball, one foot on the fork.

"Tony, Tony, you're going to fall and die." Jake says.

"No I'm not, just watch." The sheepdog shakes one of the branches holding the ball, but no matter how hard he tries, it doesn't budge. "Nevermind then." He then tries to reach for it, barely grazing his middle finger on the ball.

"I think you gotta go up further, become monkey."

"That's what I'm gonna do," Tony responds, "if I die, tell my thailandese sex slaves I love them." He reluctantly holds the branch with both hands, then putting his other foot on it. Reaching for the ball once more, a snapping sound gets him off guard and makes him squeal. He turns his head to the direction of the noise, seeing Jake hold two broken parts of a twig up close, laughing.

"Damn, I see how it is then." Tony tries pulling the intersecting branches apart, making the ball fall directly on Jake's eyes. "Oh, sorry you just got teabagged."

"Ow, fuck!" Jake yelps, wasting no time throwing it back at his friend.

"DAMN, ok, I do the both of us a favor and that's how you treat me, I see how it is." He chuckles, climbing down carefully.

Tony puts his flip flops back on until he's hit yet again, this time on the thigh. "Ooooooh, you're getting it now!" He picks up the ball and chases after Jake, who runs for only a few seconds. "Stop right there, criminal scum!" He has the ball held up high with one hand, ready to shoot, but he's standing still. "Get on the ground!"

"What?!" Jake asks, inbetween pants, crouching in exhaustion.

"Just do it! Or else I'll throw!"

The border collie hesitates before kneeling, both hands in the air where he can see them. His cheeks had become rosy from the exercise, his Beagles t-shirt hosting a small sweat stain on the front and back. Tony's tail starts wagging a bit, seeing his friend at his mercy. He lets out a big smug grin, walking closer and closer, looking at his victim's eyes. He places the ball inches away from his crotch, "now kiss my balls."

Jake looks nonplussed, "but there's only one," before giving the ball a light peck.

"Heheh, niiice." Tony places the ball on top of his friend's white muzzle.

"What was that for?" The black dog mutters, letting the ball fall to the floor.

"Just thought it would be the big funny." Tony said, wagging his tail. "You tired?"

"I'm so not tired I feel like I can push a mountain." Jake pretends to collapse on the floor.

"Pffthahahah, do you wanna go back to Mario Kart? I'm not as tense now."

"Dude, what time is it?"

"Uuuhhh let me get my phone inside." They both go into Tony's bedroom, various paper drawings scattered on the desk where the phone is. Tony turns it on briefly. "It's about to be 6 pm."

"Oh, I gotta go soon, my parents told me to go back at 6:30." Jake sits down on the edge of the full size bed.

"Can't you ask them for more time?"

"What, you want me to sleep over?"

Tony goes in front of his friend, kneeling down and making his infamous puppy eyes. "P-pretty please?" He says in a quasi-mocking tone.

They both laugh. "Alright alright," Jake says, "since you want me to stay so much." He leaves to get his phone from his bag.

"Thank you... senpai." Tony looks at his drawings on the desk, mostly funny cartoony faces. "Also, wouldn't it be funny if your mom or dad dropped off your stuff here? Really funny though."

"Drop off what stuff? Toothbrushes? Who brushes their teeth in summer break? Just like, use wooden dentures man. Just kidding, I do brush my teeth three times a day and use flossing, and remove remaining plaque with advanced dentist tools."

"Really?"

"No, ahahahah!" The black dog types away on his phone. "Can... I stay... at Tony's house... for the night."

"You just say it in such a tone, it's like, you could tell me you burned down an orphanage on accident and I'd believe you." Tony is sitting right next to Jake, both staring at the phone.

"But like, I don't really need anything to sleep over, I can just go home the next morning. Maybe your pajamas, but I know you're not a real homie." He puts the phone on his lap, waiting for his parent's response. "You're not a real homie if you don't let your homies borrow clothes."

"Not a real homie if you don't cook your homies dinner."

"Yooo, homie just made me cookies and chicken tendies? What?" They both giggle.

"Nah, I can give you clothes if you want."

"Can I wear your Cuphead shirt?"

"Uuuh, I think that one's dirty. With cum. Like a lot of cum."

"Like buckets of cum splashed onto it?"

"Exactly."

"...Eh, I'd still wear it."

"You want me to get it for you?" Tony asks, ready to stand up. Jake simply nods, so he stands up and walks over to the laundry hamper in the bathroom. After a bit, he comes back with the aforementioned t-shirt, some dry cumstains can be seen on its lower half, throwing it on his friend's face.

"Aah thank you." Jake inspects the shirt, getting a good look at the stains. "Jeez, since when do you cum this much?"

"You know summer gets boring at times. And you gotta consider as well, my parents haven't been home for the past week. So like, I got all this free, unsupervised time to myself."

"Dude, this looks like you bathed in milk."

"I wish I could bathe in cum, and semen and sperm and jizz." Tony breaks into a hyena laugh.

"Are you really that horny?"

Tony looks to the side. "...Maybe." Jake laughs at the sheepdog's answer. "You have no idea, I've been doing it like, at least four times a day."

Jake's phone vibrates, prompting him to pick it up. He reads his parent's response. "Yooooo, they said I can stay."

"Yoooo!"

"Well! Time to take these off then." Jake is about to take off his shirt, both hands holding the hem, when he stops to think. "Do I... go to the bathroom or?"

"Oh, no, don't worry. I don't mind seeing your half naked bo- I mean, your fucking obese fat ass, like Jesus Christ, lay off the Doritos." Tony bursts into laughter. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I get it, you just want to point and laugh at me." The border collie takes off his shirt, exposing his pudgy belly. "But I know that my body is perfect in every way possible." He runs his hands on each side of his torso, mockingly. His friend stares, seemingly lost in the curves, and the fantasies, smiling. It takes a minute before Jake notices, "Tony?"

"What?" He's snapped out of his trance.

"Were you staring at me? Are you gay?"

"N-no! I wasn't STARING staring!" Jake bursts into laughter before Tony can finish explaining. "Ok, maybe I was staring just a little bit, but still, I was not, you know, drooling and shit." His tail's wagging quite a bit.

"Can't believe that you're gay for your best friend, Tony. You've broken me, betrayed me, how could you." He puts on the Cuphead shirt to end this mental sodomy at once. "Niiice, got Cuphead on my belly now."

"You lookin' good with that though." He blurts out. "Cough cough cough sorry cough cough. Very cold outside, huh? Even though it's summer."

"Yeah, so cold it's making you say some really funny stuff."

Tony mutters what his friend said in a Peter Griffin impression. "Oh, wait, I know something we could do."

"What is it?" Jake turns his head. "You better not be thinking about pre-marital sex."

"What? No, I was about to say we could watch that one Family Guy porn parody." He goes to his desk, looking for his tablet. "But I guess that works too."

"Wait, are you talking about the one where Quagmire fucks Meg? And it's all scripted like a real episode?"

"Yes, that one." He fumbles the paper sheets around, until he finds the tablet.

"Oh my god yes, let's watch it."

Tony jumps back on the bed, laying next to the wall and headboard, searching up the video. Jake crawls, laying very close to his side. his friend's shoulder, but quickly withdraws.

"Wait, you don't have to worry, I don't mind it." Tony tells him, making him put his head back there.

The video starts, the usual characteristics of porn showing through. Terrible lighting, weird-looking settings that always seem to lead to beds, the voices of the actors echoing around the room. They have a good laugh. Though, as time goes by, Tony can't stop stealing glimpses of his friend. Eventually he gives into his urges and, quite hesitantly, pets his friend's head with one hand. He runs his fingers through his scalp, down to locks of dark, long hair. The dog doesn't seem to mind, instead, his tail wags. Tony keeps petting him, feeling every strand. The sounds of skin slapping on skin and female moans don't exactly help either, even if the actors are wearing weird costumes. His boner pops up from behind the tablet, making it fall down on the sheepdog's belly. All attention is now directed to this needy little spot. 

"Aaah!" Tony fumbles with the tablet, trying to put it back to its original position. 

"What, you're getting hard from Family Guy sex? In real life?" Jake raises his head to look at him

"No, not from the video." Tony bashfully looks at his crotch. "From the... uh..."

"I get it, it's cool." He puts his head back on the shoulder.

"Jake?"

"Hm?"

"I was wondering if I could..." the sounds of Peter and Lois stop, paused. "...Um, can I smell your hair?"

"Yeah." Jake lowers his head towards Tony's chest, who promptly takes in the smell.

"You smell nice, no homo."

"No homo, right?" He raises his head back on the shoulder.

"Yeah, no homo." Tony unpauses the video, already halfway through, Peter and Lois resume their talking.

The sheepdog has had enough of the petting, they continue watching and laughing. Minutes pass, and after Peter and Lois have their fun, a scene where the couple eats ice cream comes. "You know Lois," Peter Griffin says, "this is almost as satisfying as the time I got creampied by the whole high school football team." The movie ends, the screen goes black and the two boys stare at their reflection.

"I gotta admit, that ice cream looked really good, now I want some." Tony says.

"Do you have any?" Jake turns to his friend.

"In the fridge, I believe, yeah." He places the tablet on the bed and stands up, heading towards the kitchen.

"What flavors?" Jake follows along.

"Chocolate chip mint?" Tony opens the freezer, but taking a good look at it, there seems to be no ice cream. "Wait, where is it?"

"Maybe you ate it all."

"No, that's you." He bends over to search in the bottom of the freezer, but his friend sees another kind of bottom. "I swear we had some."

"Yeah, you definitely ate it all."

"Fuck, I think I did." He gets back up, cracking his back. "You wanna go to 7/11?"

"Sure."

"Alright, you can wait outside, I just gotta get some cash." Tony walks back to his room, while Jake puts on his shoes. They go out the house and into the sidewalk, Tony's hand holding a twenty dollar bill in his pocket.

It's getting dark, the setting sun gives space to an ascending dark tint, orange lightposts wake up to illuminate the empty streets. The two boys walk side by side, so close the back of their hands keep brushing against each other. "Wouldn't it be funny if we held hands?" Tony says, semi-seriously. 

"Yo, yo, that's too far man, can't believe you'd ask me that." Jake fakes a tone of disgust. "Kidding, I don't mind."

Tony hesitates before touching his friend's hand, then wrapping his fingers inbetween Jake's, who does the same. The grey dog looks at it, then at his friend, then back ahead. It's not as awkward as he expected, instead, pretty pleasant.

"So um... What flavor do you want your ice cream?"

"Vanilla's good."

"I think I'll be getting vanilla myself too. It's just the best." They arrive at the store, bright inside and full of little goodies. Going to the small ice cream freezer, Tony lets go of Jake's hand and picks up two pints of vanilla ice cream. "Do you want anything else, Jake?"

"Uuuh, I don't think so. We got plenty of soda still, right?" Jake looks around the soda section.

"Yeah, we got more than enough." The boys takes the ice cream to the cashier and pay, leaving right after with a plastic bag. Once coming back home, they immediately grab spoons and go to Tony's bedroom. Walking with his cup in hand, Jake looks over the drawings on the table.

"Yo, these look nice." He says, shoving a spoonful in his mouth.

"Oh thanks!" Tony savors another piece, laying on his bed. "When was the last time you drew anything?"

"It was..." Another piece of ice cream goes in his mouth. "That one time I drew Mario. So like, months ago."

"You gotta draw more, Jake, I always like seeing your art."

"Yeah, but I've been busy with practicing for the band, you know." Jake scrapes the bottom of his pint and puts it on the desk, sitting down on the chair. "But I guess I could draw something now, since you like it so much." He grabs a nearby pencil and a mostly empty sheet of paper. "What should I draw?"

"Draw... uuuh... draw a squid." Tony says, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. "Can you do that?"

"Yeah, let me just get," he pulls out his phone, "a reference."

As the black dog works on his drawing, Tony turns off his phone and walks over to his friend, just wanting to check his progress. "Yo Jake."

"Yeah?"

He grabs a nearby eraser. "What would you do if I erased everything now?"

"I would cry."

Tony nears it on the paper, then mocks an erasing motion, back and forth. Jake smiles, but continues drawing nonetheless. The grey dog lingers, watching him, and he can't help but let his mind wander. An idea gets to him, and another, and another, and another. Jake stops for a second, then turns around to see him, asking "dude, are you looking at me or the drawing?"

"Uuuuh... oh, um, I was just thinking of something funny." Tony looks away.

"What is it?"

"It's uuh..." His eyes turn towards the ground. "What if we kissed...? Just joking, heheh." His awkward laugh does little to hide his embarassment.

Jake turns himself around on the chair, propping his forearms on the plastic headrest and jutting his ass into the air. He's directly facing Tony, looking into his eyes with a lustful expression. "Do it."

"Huh?" His face goes red, taken aback.

"Kiss me, no balls."

"Um, are you sure?"

"Do it, Tony."

He hesitates for a moment before smooching him on the forehead.

"I know that's not what you wanted to do."

"W-what, what do you mean? I didn't specify the type of kiss."

"Come on, kiss me on the lips, Tony."

Tony, with half lidded eyes, tilts his head slightly before pressing his lips against Jake's, whose eyes slowly close. It doesn't last long, as he pulls his head back and looks at his friend. "Is... is this okay?"

"...Keep going."

They kiss again, closed eyes, taking in every single stimuli. Tony puts his hands on Jake's cheeks, now trying to use his tongue. The boy in black parts his lips slightly, letting him in. Their tongues awkwardly hit each other, and their teeth. It takes a bit of experimentation until they find something that feels just right, and from there, they can't seem to stop. Every few seconds, they pause to breathe, but it all feels like one continuous kiss.

It takes quite a few minutes until Tony pulls out to speak, a string of saliva connecting them. "Um, do you mind if we go on the bed, and continue this? Cause, you know..."

"S-sure." Jake gets off the chair and jumps onto the bed, laying on his back.

Tony crawls on top of him, face red, tail wagging. They continue making out with each other, lapping their tongues on each other and tasting their saliva. Quite unconsciously, Jake spreads his legs and grabs the back of Tony's head, whose crotch rubs itself on his, slow and slight. Sweat beads form on their foreheads as they groan into eachother's mouths.

It takes a while until Tony lifts his head up, looking into his friend's eyes, panting a little bit. "I'm uh, gonna... take off my shirt, if you don't mind."

"C-can you take off mine, too?" Jake asks, attempting to sound normal and not like a bitch in heat.

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

He, after taking off his shirt, lifts up the cum stained Cuphead shirt up to Jake's chest, then orders him to stretch his arms so he can pull off the rest. Looking down, he can see his friend's boner poking through his dark cargo shorts. "Heheh, someone's horny."

"Tony?" A smile forms on Jake's face.

"Yeah?"

"Remember our last sleepover?"

"The one from almost a year ago?"

"Mhm."

"The same one I did this...?" Tony positions himself lower down, enough to give the tip of his erection a sloppy kiss, dampening the shorts.

"Mmm, yeah. Could you... suck me off again?" Jake's voices goes down to a mumble.

"Huh? I can't hear you." He pretends.

"Can you please suck me off, Tony." He says a little louder.

"You're gonna have to beg." Tony's hands are ready to undo the buttons and zipper.

Jake lets out an embarassed giggle. "Tony, please, please, suck me off. I want your mouth on my cock so bad right now."

"That's my good boy." Tony pulls Jake's shorts off, met with his 6 inch, uncut dick, a thick trail of fur from his belly button pools on top of it. 

"Heheh, there's my perfect, spherical balls." Jake chuckles.

"Indeed, there they are." Tony plays along, cupping his nuts and caressing them with a thumb. He stops to lick some precum off the top of his penis, before enveloping it in his mouth, one inch at a time.

The back and forth of Tony's mouth is rather slow, and the pace only quickens by a little. Just being so close to each other is more than enough satisfaction. Jake runs his fingers through his friend's hair, petting him.

Tony pulls out the cock from his mouth, after a good few minutes. "You know what, it's been a good while since I've had cock in my mouth." Tony says with a big smirk on his face, jerking him off with one hand. "I love your shape, your smell, taste."

"I missed that, too." He says, covering his eyes with an arm.

"Hey Jake?"

"Hm?"

"Can we try sixty nine?" Tony lightly squeezes under the corona and licks around the head after asking.

"Yo, we gonna do sixty nine."

"Niiice."

He lets go of Jake's penis and kneels up, towering him. Taking off his shorts, he exposes his erection, 5 inches and circumsised. Then, Tony lays down on his side, in a way that makes them stare directly at each other's hard cocks. He continues the blowjob, while Jake starts his by stroking with both hands. Jake can hear, and feel, Tony's moaning getting muffled by his cock after giving it a lick. Putting it in his mouth, he immediately tries to mimick a pornstar, one of those that go up and down whole footlongs at light speed with hands and mouth.

Tony pulls out Jake's dick from his mouth, saliva dripping all over it and his muzzle. "Hey, hey, Jake."

Jake follows suit. "Hm?"

"You're going too fast. Also, there's not enough dick for you to stroke me like that." He holds the back of the black dog's head. "I'll show you how to do it. Keep your mouth open, breath closed please?"

Jake does as he's told, gaping his mouth wide, tongue sticking out a bit. Tony holds his penis and moves his hips, inserting himself into his friend's mouth once again, but slowly. Upon reaching the back of his throat, he pulls out just as slowly as before, until only the tip is inside. He repeats this a few times, moans escaping his mouth, pulling out completely afterwards. "You got that?" He asks.

Jake nods in response. They both go back to sucking each other, Jake now having learnt his lesson, starting off slow. His hands hold Tony's thighs, massaging them.

His legs stiffen, his cock twitching against Tony's tongue as it caresses him, moaning every once in a while. He seems to be close to orgasm, something Tony doesn't want to happen so soon. To rectify this, Tony stops sucking and holds Jake's head with both hands. "Alright, you've had enough for now, my turn." His words make Jake widen his eyes and leak precum. He tries to pull out as well, but Tony holds him in place, "no, you stay." Thrusting himself inside his mouth, significantly faster than before, the grey dog spreads the widest grin on his face.

It takes a bit of squirming and squealing from Jake until Tony allows him to breathe properly again, pulling his saliva coated dick out of his mouth. Panting, the cocksucker tries to touch himself, but Tony stops him.

"No, don't do that. I have an idea." Tony switches sides, now facing Jake's flushed, sweaty, bitch in heat expression. He gets closer until their erections touch each other. "A beautiful sight, isn't it?" They both look down. "My cock on yours, we're both aching to get a release." Once Tony holds the both of them together with his right hand, Jake places his hands on his friend's hips.

"You know, I've been aching for release all day." Tony whispers to Jake, stroking both cocks at once. "All of this tension has been making me go insane."

"T-Tony?"

"Hm?"

"This feels... really good."

Tony smirks, "glad you're enjoying this too." His high pitched grunts escape his mouth. "Want to keep kissing? That felt... really nice."

Jake kisses Tony on the lips as they frot against each other, Tony's hand going up and down their lengths. Evolving into full on making out, their eager moves make the bed squeak. The pace gets faster.

Tony, at one point, pulls out to speak. "Jake," he pants, "I'm getting close."

"Me too, fffuck." Jake's hips involuntarily jerk forward, his hands tighten the grip on Tony's hips. "Really close." It doesn't take long until his bitchy moans get louder and louder, as a torrent of hot seed shoots from Jake's dick and onto Tony's body; stomach, thighs, the fluid mixes with Tony's precum.

Tony reaches his own orgasm in an instant. "Jake! Jake!" He ejaculates onto his own cheeks, Jake's chest and crotch, the boyish sounds of ecstasy coming out of his mouth. His hand stops in place, his hips thrust into it, milking the last few drops of pleasure.

Coming down to earth, they look at each other, panting.

"Jake?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you, for today. I really enjoyed it." Tony gives his dorky smile. He scoops up some of Jake's cum, then sucks it up. 

"You're welcome." Jake smiles back, then looks down. "Lick the cum on my belly, no balls." As Tony does what he's told, Jake laughs. "You're so gay, how disgusting."

"You're the one who started this all, hahah!"

"Nah, Tony, you see, I am not a little gay boy like you. I only touch boobies."

"For real though, do you still think you're straight?"

"I don't know dude," he grabs his cock and balls, "you tell me."

"I think maybe, just maybe, and this is pure speculation, you're bisexual. I might be stretching this, I don't know." Tony mocks. He sits up, his penis going soft. "Now where are my clothes?"

"Didn't you throw them on the floor? Just like my clothes?" Jake, laid on his back, plays with his pubes.

"Maybe." Tony bends over the edge to grab the fabrics, in a way that puts his butt in the air. He yelps after his friend gives him a slap on the ass. "Hey!"

"Heheheh." Jake grabs his cargo shorts, underwear and Cuphead shirt from Tony's outstretched hand, proceeding to put them on.

"I'm gonna get my pajamas." He reaches a navy blue shirt and red boxers from under a pillow. "And right after that, I'm gonna call 911 on you, Jake."

"Homie please... homie..." Jake pretends to cry into his hands.

"Pffthaha." Tony puts on his shirt. "We did some REAL homie stuff today. Like, wooaaah."

"Yeah, I enjoyed it. Sorry for not sleeping over with you for so long, or just hanging out in general. You know how the band's kept me busy."

"No worries, I don't have much of any hard feelings for you anymore. It's so little it doesn't matter."

"Mhm."

Tony looks him up and down, around the room, unsure. "So uh, what do you wanna do now?"

"I think I'll just rest for a bit." Jake lays on his side, closing his eyes. "Did a lot today."

"Alright, that's fine. Can I... can I cuddle with you?"

"I'd like that."

Tony lays down next to Jake, then wraps his arms and legs on his. Enveloped in each other's scent, the both of them relax. It's been a good sleepover.