**Subtly implied sex**
     The night air was cold, alive with fireflies and gentle breezes. Tremaine and Roshan walked together down the paved path that lined Tremaine's street.

      "Roshan?" Tremaine asked gently. It was late. They had just gotten out of work, and decided that the 5 minutes of walking distance to their neighboring houses shouldn't have to be lonely. This had been going on for a couple months now. It gave them good conversations, at least.

       "Yeah?" Roshan prompted. His gaze flicked to Tremaine when no response came.

      "There's- um...something I need to-" he wished he could suck the words back in. "something I need t-to tell you."

      Roshan became curious. "What's up?"

      Be honest. Dr. Hopkins' exact advice.

      It wasn't that easy.

      Fine. Deep breath.

      "Tremaine is everything okay-?"

       "Okay," he said softly. "Roshan. I think..." their steps had halted by now. Here they both stood, in the whispering night air with no one to eavesdrop, an expectant Roshan looking up at him with eyes that twinkled like the stars.

      "I think...I think you're beautiful," he said finally. "Inside and out. I-I mean, this could sound so weird but...you're sweet and kind and every time you smile, I feel more motivated to get through the day just because I know I'll see that smile again tomorrow." His voice shook like an autumn leaf clinging to a tree. "You are worth more than the sun and moon and stars, a-and when I'm around you I feel like I could lasso all three and control the world, and I-"

      Roshan had pulled him close and kissed him, so sweet and pure that Tremaine melted at the knees. Roshan pulled away after not long enough, his lips curling up at the corners. "Took you long enough," he whispered.

      "W-what?"

      "I've been wondering when you were going to finally make a move, Blackbourne," he whispered with a tone that made chills roll along Tremaine's arms.

     And Tremaine was flushing red at the assertion in Roshan's words, his cheeks so tinged that you wouldn't know he's actually a vampire.

     When they kissed again, everything finally clicked into place. Each feeling felt right. Like Tremaine's arms winding around Roshan's waist, fingers intertwining in hair before they're fumbling with keys and then clothes and zippers...

And the night melts away...