The Telling/SnotxSteve

(Snot was aloud to sleep over, now is the next morning)

"Snot, Snot, Snot, Snot." Steve said, getting louder as he went.

Eventually Snot opened his eyes to see Steve almost sitting on top of him. "Huh?" Snot replied while yawning.

"Morning."

"Morning.." Snot reached his arms out for a loud stretch, causing Steve to duck so he wouldn't get hit. Now their faces were even closer than before.

When Snot was done he rested his hands on Steve's back, while Steve's feet and legs were just laying in between and next to Snot's. He held his hands under Snot's torso, so their bodies were almost touching.

Neither of them had anything to say, just to lay there and look at each other was the only plan.

Until..

"Snot I gotta tell you something." Steve was breathing a little heavier now and speeding up his words. "Because if I don't do it now I might not ever do it. That's my biggest fear."

"Ok um..shoot." Snot replied, rubbing Steve's back with one hand.

"I-I..Snot, I think I-"

Right as Steve was about to blurt out his secret, the door swung open. The two immediately got off each other and faced the queen of the house, Francine.

"Steve?" Francine said. She sounded confused, mostly because it looked like her son was just making out with his male best friend.

"M-mom! It's not what it looks like!" The thing was it wasn't what it looked liked, not yet at least.

"We'll talk later. For now come downstairs your father wants to you and Snot."

The both took a glance at each other when she left, neither knew what to say, so they just got up and went to the stairs.

They didn't have time to change (knowing Stan) so they just left in what they were wearing.

Steve's outfit: he was wearing a slightly oversized shirt and shorts, along with messy hair from not brushing it, and no socks and shoes. Steve never wears socks to bed. As for facial features that includes his glasses and that's it.

Snots outfit: slightly tight pants from them being Steve's, and no shirt because he didn't have an extra shirt. Plus he didn't mind not having a shirt because it was just Steve, they've even seen each other naked before so who cares. Well mostly when they were kids at least. Snot's hair was also messy, with his curls hanging all over his head with a little at the front that got pushed to the side.

Steve thought Snot looked genuinely sexy, and Snot thought Steve looked insanely cute. Sadly they can't just figure it out already, they're meant for each other.

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When the boys got downstairs Stan was waiting for them, motioning for them to go sit down at the table next to him. As the time went on Stan got more racist, homophobic, rude, all of the above. Francine was sweet and loves Steve with all her heart. She never gained any rude feelings toward any of her children over the years. Steve was nothing like his father, more his mother for sure. If anything he would put Stan in a home if he could.

Stan looked up wide eyed at Snot, mostly in amazement that Steve could actually get an attractive friend.

The two sat down at the chairs next to Stan, and didn't say a thing. "So, boys." Stan began. "Steve."

Steve felt his heart pounding and Snot knew it, so when Stan looked away he scooted his chair closer to Steve's so he could rub his back gently. He put his hand up Steve's shirt to feel the smooth back of his, and massaged it gently to try and calm Steve down. It didn't make him much more calm but it made him feel more comfortable. Which was enough for Snot.