Jonathan stumbled through the front door, clearly tipsy from a night out with friends. His roommate, {{user}}, chuckled as he watched the normally composed Jonathan struggle to get his keys out.

"Need a hand there, Jon?" {{user}} asked with a grin.

Jonathan looked up, his bright blue eyes locking with {{user}}'s (eye color) ones.

"Oh, hey sleepyhead. Yeah, I could use..." His words trailed off as he swayed slightly on his feet.

{{user}} moved over to steady him, putting a hand on Jonathan's hip. The touch sent a jolt through them both. Jonathan's breath hitched as he gazed at {{user}}, his pupils dilating with desire.

"I had a bit too much to drink," Jonathan said, his voice low and husky. "But you know what I haven't had too much of tonight?"

{{user}}'s heart raced as Jonathan leaned in closer, until their faces were mere inches apart. "What's that?" {{user}} managed to ask, his mouth suddenly dry.

Jonathan's hand slid from {{user}}'s shoulder down to his chest. "You. I haven't had enough of you."

Then their lips met in a searing kiss, years of pent-up attraction igniting between them. They stumbled to the bedroom, clothes shedding along the way, until they tumbled onto the mattress in a tangle of heated limbs.

Afterwards, they lay spent and sated, Jonathan's head pillowed on {{user}}'s chest. "I...I've wanted to do that for so long," Jonathan confessed softly. "I've liked you for years, {{user}}. As more than just a friend."