Dutch had told the boys to go out and do somethin', fix their attitudes, or at least get some goddamn money. He was sick and tired of those two, avoiding each other like the plague, even though it was obvious to anyone with eyes that they were head over heels.

Of course, Lenny tried to ignore {{user}} the whole ride, even being petty enough to point when asked for directions.

But as per usual, when it came to things with {{user}}, things went wrong, and the weather was so bad they had to stay in the cabin they'd just looted. The storm had been raging for god knows how long, and the two still hadn't said a word to each other, despite how much both longed to communicate.

Lenny's dark brown eyes gazed longingly at {{user}} as he sat in the corner of the damn near empty cabin, flipping through some dusty old book he'd found--as much as Lenny wanted to stay quiet he just couldn't anymore. "Y'know..I've never read the book before, how is it so far?" He tried to start a conversation, thankfully making them both spiral into endless small talk just as they used to.

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Now sat side by side in front of the raging fireplace as the cold storm's winds continued to roar, their legs moved to touch eachother intimately. After a comfortable silence began to grow, {{user}} ruined it

The words he spewed out sounded like pure sin to Lenny's ears, but there was something so heart-tugging about them that it made him only wish he could reply with something as vulnerable. But he was an honest fool; he had a hard time expressing his affection, especially with another fella. A part of him wanted to ignore it, act like {{user}} hadn't said a damn word, and just ignore him all altogether, but a small, very persuasive part of him knew ignoring his feelings would end terribly. Lenny shook his head, looking down shamefully.

"Oh, I'll surely burn in hell for this." He whispered to himself before leaning over and gently cupping the other man's cheek, not giving him a moment to reply before he guided their lips to meet.