Dear quickly written diary,

I'm in my room right now as Drew is taking a pee and tossing on some pajama shorts. He's still wearing my shirt. His shirt is tight on me so I'm just taking it off. I don't need a damn shirt in my own house. If my parents tell me to put it back on, I will throw my shoe. I figure I should probably wear some pajama pants and get out of my jeans, but I don't own any so I'm putting on my charcoal heather joggers. They're the cozy sweatpant material, but not as ugly. I don't know why I care what I look like right now. I'm about to lather my face with some random purple stuff and play games.

Drew walked back into Greyson's room wearing some yellow sweat shorts. "These are my pajamas for the night since no pants is clearly unacceptable. Not that I would... I mean, pants are important for sleepovers." Drew scratched his head awkwardly and then proceeded to dig through his bag.

"Ah here we go, face mask. Hey that's a good idea, this stuff can get messy." Drew proceeded to pull Greyson's shirt off of himself and toss it over to the laundry basket. "Ok Grey, you ready to get messy?"

Greyson was to busy following behind Drew and getting lost in his thoughts to hear his question. "Uhh, yeah. So, I notice you have another tattoo on your lower back. Aren't tramp stamps technically for like strippers and stuff?"

Drew gasped and chuckled. "Please tell me you did not just insinuate that I'm a stripper. Just because I'm a cheerleader doesn't mean anything."

"Oh shit. I didn't think about it like that. I just noticed the tattoo and how only half of it is showing, so I couldn't really tell what it was. And then I thought, oh yeah, it's normally because they are meant to be shown off without clothes, and then I thought about strippers." Drew stared blankly at Greyson and blinked.

Greyson cleared his throat and sniffled. Drew tried not to smirk, but failed. "Don't think to hard about strippers. I'm not old enough, nor do I want to buy you strippers."

Greyson shook his head and smiled. "Don't worry, I don't really want to watch a bunch of half naked women dancing around my room, especially if It costs money."

"Have you ever seen a women, you know... naked?"

Greyson paused and stared at Drew. "Yeah of course. I am a hormonal eighteen year old man child. I have looked through some porn screenshots, and some videos a friend sent me when I was like sixteen. It was weird, not really my thing."

Drew got the tube of lavender face mask out and gave each of them a large glob. He began thinly applying it to his face, and Greyson copied.

"Can I tell you a really weird secret, but you have to promise not to freak out or tell anyone." Greyson looked him in the eyes through the mirror. "Anything. I won't judge your secrets if you won't judge mine."

"I watched porn when I was 14 because I wanted to prove to myself that I could get aroused by a woman, and the entire time I was trying to... get it going, I kept accidentally staring at the guy. For a while after that, I avoided watching porn because it made me feel guilty. Then I tried to just use magazine pictures or Instagram photos with no men in them, but I just couldn't get the job done looking at that stuff."

Greyson turned to Drew and gave him a quick glance up and down. "Did you ever wonder why you couldn't... get the job done?"

Drew tried to avoid eye contact. "Yeah, I mean, it was really irritating. When I was 15 I tried watching porn again and it just spiraled honestly. This is going to sound really bad, please don't act weirded out... but, I always watched the guys and thought about what it would be like if he was doing that to me. And sometimes, when I'm... doing the deed, I use my sister's old hairbrush handle and then I always feel so shameful."

Greyson looked in the mirror and back over to Drew, slightly confused. "Wait, you mean you use the hairbrush handle... like, inside?" He did the old fingers in the hole motion with his hands.

Drew blushes and looks at the ground. "Uh, yes. You should probably just forget I told you that."

Greyson laughs and lightly taps Drew on the shoulder. "Hey, I'm not judging you and your hairbrush fantasies. Fuck, I hid magazine photos of half naked men under my mactress to use in my down time, thinking my parents wouldn't be nosey. Didn't work; they were nosy. And I still feel the shame and guilt, all because I wanted to rub a few out to some damn magazine pics like they did in the old days."

Drew smiled. "Huh, I didn't take you to be one for looking at naked men. I thought that was more of a me thing." Greyson laughed harder. "I'm just glad I'm not the only one."

Greyson looked at Drew's face and raised an eyebrow. "Hey you missed like half your face you dork." He took some more mask from the tube and Gently grabbed Drew's face. "Here, I'll fix it."

Drew swallows and nervously inhales. "Weird question, but like... the hairbrush thing, when you do that, what does it feel like? Doesn't it hurt? I've always been curious about guys who are into that sort of thing."

Drew tried to look behind Greyson's shoulder and over to the shower to avoid making it awkward. "Oh, well... uh... at first it hurt a bit, because I didn't know what I was expecting, but then I figured out that you need to use something to slide it in, like lube. My sister bought me lube, no questions asked. It was really awkward. She put it on my pillow with a sticky note saying: we can just pretend this never happened, if you can practice volume control. The fact that she knew what I was doing was mortifying enough. The fact that she heard me, made me want to move far away and change my name. As far as the feeling goes, once I got used to it and learned how to do it, it didn't hurt anymore. It just made it work better. It helps to imagine it happening with a real person, If that makes sense."

"Huh, yeah that makes sense. I'm sure you'll find a good replacement for that hairbrush eventually. I've never met a guy who didn't want a hot cheerleader." Drew's eyes went wide and his face turned red, even through the mask.

Greyson let go of Drew's face. "So, how long does this take?"

"This one takes approximately 15 minutes, we could play another game back in your room." Drew walked over the the bed and sat down. Suddenly a smirk appeared on Greyson's face.

"Grey, why are you making that face?" Greyson charged at Drew and tackled him on the bed. Drew squealed in reaction to the surprise. "Oww, you water buffalo!"

Greyson looked down at Drew who was now trembling. Drew felt all of his blood rushing through his body. "Are you okay? You're shaking."

Drew looked up into Greyson's eyes for what felt like an eternity. "Y-yeah, I'm... yeah. Yes, I think I'm okay. I'm okay." Drew felt his blush bursting through his cheeks, and then other places.

Greyson's dad walked up to the door. "Ok boys, enough is enough. You're lucky I saw the initial tackle, because I'd have thought something else was happening. Why do you have purple faces?"

Greyson slowly picks himself up off of Drew trying to hide his very awkward boner from his father. "Oh uh, hi dad. Sorry about that, I was just teasing. And yes, purple faces, lavender actually. It's a face mask, which is basically a skin treatment."

"Yeah I know what face masks are you big dope. I've been buying them for your mother for the past 15 years. Can I have a quick word with you? Then I'll leave you alone." Greyson and Drew exchange a nervous glance, then he nods.

He follows his father out through the hallway and into the kitchen. "I assume you know that sinse the doors are open I can see what you're doing right?"

Greyson backs up into the kitchen island and stares at the table. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I just got a bit carried away."

"So, do you like this boy? Because, you guys have been really close so far tonight. And I don't want any monkey business taking place when I'm asleep upstairs. Or any other time for that matter. You're still too young for that. But he's a real sweet kid, so I just want you to know that if you did happen to be... interested. I wouldn't mind seeing more of him."

Greyson rolled his eyes and smiled. "Oh god, is it that obvious? PLEASE remain cool and do not say a word. I'm trying not to scare him away. But wait a second... you have been acting way more chill about this gay stuff going on lately, what's up with that?"

Greyson's dad frowned and glanced over at the door frame. "I'm trying my best to understand you because I've learned I'd rather get to know you for everything you are, and not just the parts that are convenient for me. I've been feeling terrible for hurting you so much lately. You have no control over these things, I was a teenage boy once too. I remember popping boners whenever a girl even looked at me, I know how uncontrollable attraction is. You have the right to live your life all the same."

"Eww gross, dad! I don't need to know about your awkward boners!" Greyson's dad glared at him and then cracked up. "You are not the one to be speaking about awkward boners right now."

Greyson positioned his hands in front of his crotch. "Listen, let's just agree that you did not just see that and call it good? Cool?" His dad shakes his head. "Fine, sounds good, now go try not to scare your friend away."

Greyson smiled and walked back into his room. "Well that was a bit weird, what did he have to say?"

"Nothing bad, don't worry. I think I'd just better keep that conversation to myself, for multiple reasons." Drew shrugged. "Yeah, ok. I think our faces are probably dry enough to peel now. We should do that and then play Deception. My sister said that it's Hilarious." Greyson shrugged back. "I'm down."

They both walked over to the bathroom mirror and rolled their fingers across the edges of the Masks to make them peel. "Ouch! Holy crap, how is this not removing my skin?"

"Technically it is. Just the dead skin though." Drew finished peeling off the last bit of stretchy lavender gel. "Feel my face, it's soft now. Or don't... I mean you don't have to."

Greyson ran the back of his fingers over Drew's right cheek. "Oh wow. That's impressive, but you already had amazing skin to start out with." Drew smiled and knocked twice on the sink faucet. "Thanks."

Both of the boys walked back to the bed and sat down facing each other with their legs crossed. "Ok, Deception. I've heard that this game is not for uptight people. Basically, you draw a card, and give three answers to a weird question and only one of the answers can be true. The other person has to try to guess which answer is true, and you can always keep score, but it's just for fun so I usually don't."

"Ohh, I like that. Let's play." Drew opened the box, quickly shuffled the deck of cards, and picked off the top of the Deck.

"What is one thing you would do if you woke up as the opposite sex for 24 hours? Ok, so, 1. I would get naked and stare at myself in the mirror, 2. I would try on clothes all day, or 3. I would hide indoors all day." Greyson scratched his chin where his stubble used to be.

"I get the feeling you would try on clothes. You seem to be a very aesthetic minded person. Though I feel like you wouldn't need to be a girl to pull off a lot of clothes, you already have a good body." Drew blushed. "You win. I do enjoy clothes."

Greyson Blindly selected a card from the pile. "What is a non sexual thing someone does that turns you on? Oh boy, that was very straight forward."

Drew grinned mischievously. "Yeah, my sister told me this game was delightful. Now I know what she means."

"Ok, I've got it. 1. Cracking of the neck. 2. Hands in back pockets. 3. Blushing really hard." Greyson smirks at Drew and folds his hands together.

Drew blushes and tries to hide his face in his shoulder. "I am just going to guess you have a weird thing for neck cracking." Greyson laughed and kneed Drew. "It was blushing."

"Why blushing?" Drew tried to hide the fact that his face was brighter than a tomato but Greyson noticed anyway. "Because it makes someone look cute and it always reveals what someone is thinking in their head." Drew instantly turned three more shades of darker red.

"Okay tomato boy, your turn." Drew tried not to smile while running his hand through the pile and selecting a card. "Oh I Can't even read this card, this is too much."

Greyson grabbed the card and laughed really hard. "Holy shit! Who writes these games? When you're in the moment, what is the thing you are thinking about right as you..."

"Okay, okay, I saw the card, no need to read it out loud." Drew pulled his knees to his face in order to hide his embarrassment. "Well jeez, now I just want to know. It must be really weird if you can't even read the question. Eww maybe it's one of your teachers or..."

"Okay, Okay, Jeez. It's the abs. Do not make me explain what I mean by that." Greyson laid back with his head against his pillow, and patted to the pillow next to him.

"Don't worry, I know what you mean cherry tomato. Okay, I'll stop being Cruel now." Drew laid back on the pillow next to Greyson.

"Let's stop playing this nasty game and just watch an innocent movie, okay Grey?"

Greyson nodded. "I agree. I just want to be a kid for a little while longer after all that." He opened up a free streaming service on his phone. "Have you ever seen 'The Little Prince'? It's a kids movie based on the original book."

Drews entire face lit up and he knocked twice on Greyson's shoulder. "I loved that book as a kid! I had no idea they made a movie out of it." Greyson pressed play and they both relaxed into their pillows.