When Dylan arrived at Flynn's house, he immediately headed straight to Flynn's room. He found him surfing on his laptop. Dylan walked over without a word and placed the large paper bag he was carrying on the table in front of Flynn.
Flynn glanced at the bag. "What's this?"
"That's for you," Dylan said simply.
Flynn immediately opened the paper bag to see what was inside. When he did, he saw a sealed cellphone box, similar to Dylan's phone. "Why did you buy me a phone? I don't even need this."
"I just thought it's hard to contact you when we're not together. And so you won't have to keep borrowing your dad's phone anymore," Dylan replied as he leaned back against the bed.
Flynn only nodded. "I'll just get ready before we go back to the apartment."
"Wait!" Dylan suddenly said, grabbing Flynn as he stood up. "Let's sleep here tonight. Brent's still at the apartment."
Flynn sat back down. "Why do you sound like you're so scared of Brent being in your apartment?" Flynn said.
"It's not that I'm scared. I just don't want him there," Dylan replied.
"Why?"
"Nothing."
"You know, I've noticed something about Brent," Flynn said. "You two are really different."
"What do you mean?" Dylan asked.
"From what I see, he's a very serious person. Maybe it comes with being a successful businessman—that's why he's like that. Unlike you, you're so childish. And the way he dresses—he looks neat, clean. If I compare his looks to yours... he's more handsome than you."
Dylan immediately stood up at Flynn's words. He stepped closer, leaning over Flynn who was seated, bracing his hands on the armrests of the chair as he brought his face close to Flynn's. "What did you say? You think he's handsome?"
"Based on what I see... yes," Flynn answered.
Dylan's brow furrowed even more, his nose practically flaring in irritation. "Take that back," he said.
"Why would I take it back when he really is more handsome than you?" Flynn replied, pushing Dylan away before lying down on the bed.
"I'm obviously more handsome than him," Dylan said as he lay down beside Flynn. "I know Brent looks good and innocent because of his serious personality. But I'm kinder than him."
"Kinder? In what way?" Flynn said sarcastically.
"I may look rough, but if you compare me to him, I'm definitely kinder. So don't judge a person just by their appearance."
Flynn laughed at what Dylan said. "And what exactly do you mean by that saying of yours?"
Dylan turned onto his side, propping his head up with his hand as he faced Flynn. "Let's just say, when we were kids, I had a robot toy. And because Brent got jealous of it, he broke my robot until I ended up crying my eyes out."
"What kind of logic is that?" Flynn said.
"That's not logic—that's the truth. That's why I'm kinder than Brent," Dylan replied.
"Okay. If you say so," Flynn said, turning his back on Dylan.
Suddenly, Dylan pulled Flynn closer, forcing him to lie on his back as Dylan positioned himself above him, half-lying against his body. "You still haven't taken it back," Dylan said. "Be honest—between me and Brent, who's more handsome?"
"Dylan, you're still not done with that?" Flynn said. "Go to sleep already."
But Dylan suddenly leaned down and kissed him.
Flynn pushed Dylan lightly, trying to stop him. "Dylan, what are you doing? We're still in my house."
"Just tell me first—who's really more handsome, me or Brent? It's me, right?" Dylan insisted.
As he waited for an answer, Flynn couldn't help but stare at Dylan's face as he hovered above him. The truth was, Brent only seemed handsome because of how well he dressed and his serious demeanor. But Flynn couldn't deny it—the man lying on top of him was still more handsome.
"Fine. You're more handsome—"
Before Flynn could finish his sentence, Dylan kissed him again.
It was a gentle kiss, unforced, and before Flynn even realized it, he found himself giving in.
After a few moments, Dylan finally pulled away. "I knew it. I'm more handsome than my brother," Dylan said with a mischievous smirk.
Flynn's face flushed at Dylan's words. Feeling shy and awkward, he pushed Dylan off him, then turned onto his back and pulled the blanket over himself.
Dylan simply wrapped an arm around Flynn and whispered, "Good night."