It was probably a stupid move, but I have never been known for doing the rational thing. All the night I had been staring at him, where he stood by the bar all alone, drinking beer after beer. It intrigued me. Couldn't hurt that he was handsome too.

My friends laughed at me and rolled their eyes.

"I know you haven't had a boyfriend for a while, but I seriously hope you're not that desperate, Evan", said Johnny.

"I only think it's sad that he's been standing there with a beer in his hands all night long, with not one person approaching him."

"So you will?" My friend laughed out loud, making me hot with both anger and embarrassment. "Come on, Evan. We all know you're not the kind of person who just starts talking to a complete stranger. You're way too shy for that."

It was enough for me to stand up and with angry steps make my way to the bar. Of course, when I was standing behind him I had no idea what to do. Did I sit down beside him and order something or should I just stretch forth my hand and say hello? Various other things ran through my head until I finally decided on one. I desperately hoped that he wouldn't hit me for this.

Marcus nearly had a heart attack when a pair of arms circled themselves around his waist. He hadn't come here to be surprised by some idiotic friend. They never came here, why now?

When he turned around and found himself staring into nervous green eyes he was – for a moment – stunned. Who was this? Surely he would have remembered meeting someone with those brilliant emeralds in his head? Abruptly stopping that trail of thoughts, he gathered himself enough to ask:

"Who are you?"

The person in front of him fidgeted and turned his head down, as if ashamed. He mumbled something Marcus couldn't hear.

"Sorry, the music's too loud. Can you speak up?"

"You looked sad." The boy – no, man, though he looked boyish – glanced up at Marcus, revealing a blushing visage.

"Oh." Marcus swallowed, almost blushing as well. "Er... thanks for the hug?"

A huge smile lit up the other's face. "You're welcome", he said. "Can I sit here?" he asked then.

"Yeah, sure", Marcus said. "Go ahead."

"Thank you. I would have invited you to my table, but my friends are being incredible dicks right now." He turned around and gave the finger to a table of three laughing men, one of which gave him thumbs up in return.

"Oh", Marcus said once again, feeling stupid and unsure about whatever was going on. Maybe his friends had set this up. Still, they shouldn't even know he was here. The whole point in him being here was that no one would know and thus he could drink himself to death all alone. Didn't seem like that was happening now.

"I'm Evan", said the boylike man with emerald eyes and hair like dark chocolate. He stretched out his hand and Marcus took it, not reluctantly at all.

"Marcus", he said, smiling for the first time this evening. It might even have been for the first time this day, but that he wasn't sure about.

"Hi Marcus. I'm gay. Not that I'm going to rape you – I doubt I could – but I thought you should know." He looked adorable with that innocent face and this time Marcus did blush.

"If I weren't heartbroken and trying to drown myself in booze I would take you home and ravage you", he muttered, not intending it to be loud enough for Evan to hear, but failing. The smile dropped from his lips as red spread through his face. He spluttered for a while, then composed himself.

"So you're gay too?" It sounded like such an innocent question Marcus just had to smile – though it was more of a smirk.

"More or less", he answered. A silence settled between them after that, until Evan thoughtfully said:

"That's nice. I don't have that many gay friends. Only my ex, and he's a jerk." He pouted with his mouth, making Marcus quickly take a swig at the beer, inwardly hitting his head. He was supposed to be heartbroken, not horny and willing to jump in bed with the first gay guy he came across.

"Why's he a jerk?"

"Oh, he broke up with me."

"He did?"

"Yeah, can you imagine? Apparently he fell in love with someone at work." Marcus chest tightened at this. What was this? Some kind of joke?

"You know, I can't tell if you're upset by that or not."

Evan looked at him with eyes big, a crooked smile on his face. "Well, it was a while ago, and although Ashton was a git about it I know he's really in love with that other man. It would be stupid of me to cling to something that won't come back. That, and it happened a few months ago. Johnny, one of the idiots over there," - he gestured towards the table where his friends had stopped laughing and now only occasionally glanced our way - "would probably hit me if I ever brought it up again." He smiled broadly. "That's why it's good having friends, even if they're acting like morons sometimes."

Marcus smiled back, then he downed the rest of his beer in one go. "Thanks", he said.

Confusion evident on his face. "You're welcome?"

"I should probably meet up with my friends now..."

"Oh. Yes. Of course." It was easy to see that Evan was hurt by this. Even though he tried to hide it, he wasn't very good at controlling his face expressions.

"Cute", Marcus said, smiling and placing a kiss on the emerald eyes' temple. "I still think I'm heartbroken, but if you would like it would be nice to go out for a coffee sometimes." Biting his lip, he hoped that he hadn't read the situation completely wrong.

He didn't have to worry because Evan lit up like a child on Christmas, who just got the thing he'd wished for the most. "I'd love to", he exclaimed, making a few heads turn their way.

Marcus blushed, feeling like he'd asked someone out on a date for the first time ever. "Great." He took a pen from the counter and wrote his number on Evan's arm. "Call me", he said, flashing a smile before he left.

"That was – at the same time – so like you, and so unlike you." Johnny shook his head like he couldn't believe it.

"I can't believe you only talked with him for like five minutes and still managed to get a date. Is it that easy with all gay men? Because maybe I should stop chasing skirts and go for cocks instead."

I felt my cheeks turn hot. "Don't talk like that, Jake", I hissed, glaring at him.

"Like you could ever stop chasing girls anyway", Paul teased.

"Yeah, it's too bad", Jake retorted. "I just love those skirts too much."

"Can you guys stop being such animals", I said, biting my teeth together. "You are totally ruining my happiness."

"Yeah, we should totally listen to you going on and on about that oh-so-wonderful guy."

"Shut it, Jake." Johnny shot him the Look, which he only did when he was pissed, and could totally have kissed him there and then if it wasn't the fact that he was straight and I definitely wasn't interested in him like that. "Like we haven't listened to you boasting about all your request for god knows how many years." Jake rolled his eyes but kept quiet, and Johnny turned to me. "So... are you planning on sleeping with him?"