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Once upon a time, there was a band. This band consisted of four young, good-looking men. Two of these men are of special importance to this particular story.

The first thing you should know about these men is their names. One was named Chris, and the other Jonny. The one called Chris, or Christopher if you prefer, was tall and lanky, with curly golden hair and killer blue eyes.

The other man, the one known as Jonny, or Jonathon if that tickles your fancy, was even taller than Chris. He had short blond hair and bright green eyes.

Now these two men, they were friends. And not just plain old friends either. No, these two humans were best friends.

They were very close, yes very close indeed. Their closeness led many people to believe that they were more than just friends. More than just best friends even.

To the one called Chris and the one called Jonny, this entire notion was completely, utterly, and ridiculously preposterous. Why would they, as friends, as best friends, as people who had been together in the same band and had often shared the same room together and even the same bed, be anything more than just best friends?

It was such a crazy thing to think. But yet, some people thought to think it anyhow. The two men, the two best friends, still called Chris and Jonny in case you were wondering, thought the people that thought such things were insane.

There was absolutely nothing going on between the two of them. They were simply two best friends. Two best friends that were happy when they were together, who were sad when they were apart. Two best friends who were laughing nonstop whenever the other was near, but if the other was not near, they would wear the most serious of expressions.

Chris and Jonny were just two young men who just happened to be each other's best friend. And if when one touched the other's hand or looked into he other's eyes and felt their heart skip or their stomach flip well that was just a part of being friends for so long.

Surely that must be it. What else could it possibly be? Certainly there was not any physical attraction involved. None whatsoever. The fact that each of them would begin to sweat when the other one was near and suddenly become nervous and begin to stutter, that was just, well, they must have had too much to drink the previous night. Or maybe they just hadn't been getting enough sleep lately.

That had to be the case. And certainly they were not drinking to get constant thoughts of the other one out of their mind, or losing sleep do to those kinds of thoughts. No, that wouldn't make any sense. It could not possibly be logical. Best friends could not like each other in such a way.

Or is like the correct word? Perhaps love is more accurate? No, of course not. Hah. Now that is truly ridiculous. Love was definitely not the word to use.

Really, how could it be? Jonny and Chris were just best friends. Best friends who thought about each other all of the time. Who just happened to notice when the other's eyes hit the light in just the right way and made them shine. And who also happened to notice when the other was wearing a shirt that was stretched just a tad bit tightly over their chest.

Or, even more commonly, happened to notice when the other was not wearing a shirt at all, it being the middle of summer and all. And boy does that Beehive get hot in the summer. Yes indeed. Is it hot in there, or is it just them? Well certainly it's not just them.

No, everybody in the place is sweating. Oh wait, they aren't? A new air conditioner, just installed last week, keeps the temperature in the sixties at all times? Well that's odd. Very odd indeed. Then why all of the sweating?

Certainly not because the one man was watching the other man looking at him, and vice versa. And because both of them were shirtless, because damn it, it is WARM in there! And because each man's eyes were staring at the other with longing.

Longing, no that cannot be. What? Lust you say? What are you mad? Clearly you are off of your rocker sir, you need to get that brain of yours checked out. Everything you are saying is absolute rubbish.

Don't you roll your eyes at me. Just because they happened to both need to use the bathroom at the same time does not mean a thing. Not one single solitary thing. Like mentioned previously, it is very hot in the Beehive. They obviously had just been drinking a lot of water, to stay hydrated. You've always got to be wary of dehydration in such heat.

Would you please SHUT UP about the air conditioning already! It's broken. It must be broken. Clearly it is broken, or else why would they be so warm?

By the way, just so you know, if they happened to enter the bathroom at the same time, and happened to turn off the lights, well that just means that they are trying to conserve electricity. And time as well. Time is money after all.

And if it just so happened, that while they are in said bathroom in the dark, that their lips happen to meet, well that is purely accidental. These things happen. Certainly it would also be accidental if one of them were to strip the other's trousers off. Remember, it is dark. Who knows what can happen when you are practically blind.

And if the one who is already stripped happened to take off the pants of the one who is still wearing them, then that is just a crazy coincidence. Two accidents in a row, who would have guessed it? But these things happen.

If they happened to be standing there, kissing and pants-less in the dark of a small bathroom, and somehow their bodies ended up pressed against each other, you just need to know that it could happen to anyone. Little accidents like that.

And suppose they went further than that, purely accidental mind you. Well, then that would just be alright. Because of course these little mishaps are just a part of life.

Another common accident? Forgetfulness. And look here, it seems that some details were left out of this little tale. Terribly sorry. Perhaps you wanted a better description of what went on? Well, sorry about that. Next time maybe.



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