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Another night alone. Beavis thought to himself, although this was not entirely true. Butthead was still down the hall, sleeping on their raggedy pink couch as always. Beavis longed to go see him.
...Longed? No, that couldn't be right. Beavis didn't long for Butthead. Longing's for wussies.
I'm not gay or anything. He assured himself. I like chicks. And boobs. And fire! Heheh, fire's not gay!
Still... As the night crept on, he found himself craving Butthead's company. Why was he cursed to feel like this?
It must've been around 2:30am when he finally caved, climbing out of bed and creeping down the hall to his best friend.
He couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty. He needs to sleep. You're going to wake him up. Selfish buttknocker.
Beavis sat on the edge of the couch, watching Butthead as he slept sprawled across it, snoring heavily. He was hesitant to wake him, to disturb his peaceful rest. His face looked so calm and innocent, so far from what he was when he was awake. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to wake him up because he missed him like a big baby?
After a long internal debate, he finally gathered up the courage to grab his friend's shoulder, giving it a gentle shake.
"Hey, Butthead" he whispered, shaking his shoulder again.
Butthead stirred groggily. "Unghh... What do you want, dillhole? I'm truing to sleep."
"Eh... Uhhh... I dunno. I missed you or something." Beavis' tone was still as quick and erratic as usual, but the slight quiver in his voice didn't go unnoticed by either of them.
"I was trying to sleep, Buttmunch." Butthead rolled his eyes. "Like, come here." He said, sitting up and gesturing for Beavis to sit next to him, which he did immidiately.
The two of them were sitting right next to each other this time, completely pressed against one another. Butthead began absentmindedly flicking through TV channels, hoping for some good music or a lady with big knockers, whereas Beavis was only interested in watching him.
Butthead noticed this quite quickly, and kept stealing glances back. After settling on some music channel that was playing TV Girl, he looked at Beavis once more, and nervously wrapped an arm around his waist, not saying a word.
Beavis opened his mouth to speak, surely this was some strange mistake, but he thought better of it, and instead leaned into his best friend, resting his head on his chest. The pair stayed there for a while, snuggling and pretending to watch the TV.
"Uhuhuh Beavis? This seems kinda, like, gay or something." Butthead laughed awkwardly.
"Ehehe no way dude!" Beavis replied quickly. "Not that there would be anything wrong with it if it was gay"
"...right?"
Butthead was quiet for a second. What was this fartknocker saying?
Of course there's something wrong with it, dumbass! Beavis' thoughts were racing and insecurity was eating away at him. But... Would it still be wrong if Butthead felt the same?
"Beavis, are you gay, for real?" Butthead had broken the silence, looking him dead in the eyes. His friend tried to meet this gaze, but he felt his throat close up, and his eyes well with tears. He couldn't hold it in.
He grabbed a fold of Butthead's tshirt and buried his face in it, shaking amd sniffling quietly.
Butthead froze for a moment. Beavis was crying? On him? Because he asked if he was gay?
He quickly came to his senses and wrapped his arm tighter around his crying friend. "You know, it's like, okay if you are. You're still my friend, buttmunch."
Beavis began to cry harder, and something dawned on Butthead. He lifted the boy's chin up, and looked him in his glistening, teary eyes.
"We don't like, have to stay friends, Beavis"
But Beavis only stared at him, lip still trembling.
The truth is, Butthead had wanted to hold Beavis close for years. Yeah, chicks were sexy (especially sluts, uhuhuh), but there was something special about Beavis. He wanted to hold him, to feel his warm skin against his own. He'd longed for it since before he knew what a relationship was.
Butthead lifted his friend's chin some more, until they were almost at the same level, and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead.
Beavis' eyes widened. "Wow... Butthead... Eheheh..." But Butthead didn't stick around. With a quiet "Like, gimme a minute" he disappeared, and quickly returned with Beavis' blanket, gesturing for him to lay down.
Together they snuggled up, cuddling and exchanging small kisses. They were almost too giddy to fall asleep.
Almost.