Evan moaned with effort, as he pulled Sam's heavy, half-unconscious body into his room.
"You know you are really heavy." Evan groaned as he plopped Sam's dead weight onto the bed, but Sam refused to release his arms and instead pulled him down with him.
Evan yelped as they both fell into his fluffy blood red sheets.
Sam's hair flew everywhere the white wig pulling up and away from his forehead.
Sam groaned uncomfortably. "It's so itchy... " He complained half asleep.
Evan chuckled. "You are really adorable when you're not running that mouth of yours." Evan paused realizing what he just said out loud.
'Nah, he is just adorable… Huh, when did you start feeling that way towards him? When did it stop being just sex and something else.?' Evan propped himself up on his hands and reached out, then slowly pulled the wig off carefully so as not to hurt Sam.
Sam grumbled a little and then opened his eyes.
