Charlie had gone on a few dates with Dylan and they had gone quite well. Dinner dates, drive-in movies, and a trip to an amusement park where they shared a kiss on a Ferris wheel. He was smitten with the bunny boy, and while he wanted to take things faster and further ever since their successful first date, every time he was around the bunny boy, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. He was afraid of ruining things, making the wrong move at the wrong time and soiling any romantic prospects between them. He never felt like this with anyone before, it was weird. Usually, when the mouse crushed on someone, he’d have no problem sucking their dick immediately. But Dylan was different, Charlie WANTED to do that, but whenever he was with him, the overwhelming warmth and fuzziness inside of him just made him stare at him like he was the most beautiful bunny in the world.

In Charlie’s opinion, he was.

The third date where they shared their first kiss in a very rom-com sort of way on the Ferris wheel was fresh on his mind. It had been a few days since then already, but he could still taste the bunny boy’s lips; they tasted like the carrot cake he had just a few minutes prior to getting on the “metal wheel of death” as he called it. Charlie couldn’t blame him for calling it that; the thing did look like it was put together using scrap metal. But it was a travelling amusement park, the majority of them were like that. Charlie didn’t even like carrot cake (he was more a cheesecake type of person, obviously), but when it was on Dylan’s lips, he couldn’t get enough of it.

The rodent wanted that rabbit as his boyfriend, but he wasn’t sure whether the rabbit wanted him or not and it was driving him up the wall. Was the kiss just something that the bunny let happen? Was he not into him? Charlie did accidentally feel Dylan’s dick get hard through his pants when they kissed but maybe that was a stress boner like the one you would get right before the teacher calls you up to solve a math problem in front of the entire class. He was quick to pull his hand away and Dylan acted as if nothing happened and it wasn’t brought up for the rest of their date. Although, Charlie wished he did. Maybe then he and Dylan would already be an item and he wouldn’t be pacing around in his bedroom with his phone in a death-grip in his hand as he over-thought every little aspect of the text that he was about to send him.

“No, no, I can’t use that emoji, he’s going to think I am too eager.” The mouse put his finger in his mouth and gently chewed on the claw of his index finger as he re-read the message that he had typed into the text box of the conversation between him and his bunny-boy crush. After erasing the emoji at the end of his message, he read it again.

“Hey, Dylan. Would you like to be my boyfriend?”

Charlie physically cringed and he felt like shrinking into his crop top and dolphin shorts. Even without the emoji, it wasn’t that much of an improvement. He would have preferred to ask him in person, but he wanted it to happen now, and knowing what he knew about Dylan, he was probably not free on such short notice anyway; something-something gaming session with the boys. And while the cheese-lover wasn’t much of a gamer himself, unlike every mother worldwide, he knew online games could not be paused no matter what.

After taking a few deep breaths to flush the cringe and reel his soul back into his body, Charlie brought his thumb and hovered it over the little paper plane symbol to the right of the text box, ready to send the text. His chest rose and fell, his eyes scanned over the text one last time, and his thumb hit send. A cute little whoosh sound played through his phone’s speakers and the small “Delivered” text appeared under his blue bubble. He stared at his phone’s screen, anxiety through the roof and chewed gently on the tip of his finger that he had in his mouth. He hated read receipts, but he also hated when they weren’t there either. After about a minute of staring at his screen hoping that the text would change to “Read”, he gave up, put his phone down on his bed, and turned on his heels to walk into the bathroom. As he made his way to the washroom, he wondered why it was so hard to ask him such a simple question, he’d seen Dylan naked that one time he walked into his room while he played VR naked, and even that was less awkward than this.

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While Charlie’s apartment wasn’t anything fancy, the bathroom attached to his bedroom was its best feature. It had a bathtub, a mirror that spanned the length of one entire wall, and it even had down lights with adjustable angles that were perfect for setting up like a vanity mirror. He wished his apartment came with a fancier kitchen, but he wasn’t going to complain at the price he paid.

Charlie stood in front of the large mirror, toyed with his hair, put a cute cheese-patterned hair clip in to keep it out of his eyes, and grabbed a hair tie from his mason jar of, you guessed it; cheese-colored hair ties. He fiddled with the squiggly hair tie in his hands for a moment as he pondered what hairdo he could pull off with it, but before he could come to any concrete answer, he heard his phone’s text message sound. His ears perked up like StarLink receiver dishes looking for an internet connection on a particularly cloudy day. They flickered so hard that they made a woosh sound as they cut through the air. With close to zero hesitation, the mouse bounced out of the bathroom and toward the bed. He ran so fast that one of his yellow-white striped socks fell off of his leg and caused him to stumble. With a quick shake of his right leg to get the sock all the way off, he regained his balance and continued running toward his phone.

He dove onto the bed as if it were an Olympic pool and he an Olympic athlete. The bed squeaked and creaked as he landed on it and he rolled onto his back once he grabbed his phone. With his phone held up to his face, it unlocked and he was taken directly into the conversation with his (hopefully) soon-to-be bunfriend. His eyes scanned from left to right as he read his reply.

Dylan: You want me to be your boyfriend?

Charlie very quickly ran his fingers all over the keyboard on his screen, not blinking even once as he typed out his reply. And his response wasn’t a single sentence sort of reply either; he poured his heart out as much as he could through text. He sent the text almost instantly after he wrote it and finally blinked a few times once the woosh played and his message delivered.

Charlie: Yes. I’ve never felt anything like when I am with you, I feel warm and happy whenever I hear you talk. I want to see where this goes! You laugh at my jokes; and you make sure I don’t get cheesecake on my chin. You are such an amazing person and I want to be able to see and be with you every day. It would be very nice to call you, my bunfriend. 🥰

The cycle of waiting for his message to be read started all over again. The mouse boy stared at his screen for an unhealthy amount of time, waiting for the read receipt to update. But this time, even after ten whole minutes; nothing. Then his mind started to think terrible thoughts. Was he ignoring him now that he popped such a loaded question? He let out a groan and a whine as tears started pooling up in his eyes like an anime character finding out that their best friend scarified themselves for the greater good and that the last thing that they said to them was in Japanese. But then he came to his senses a few seconds later when he realized that the bunny boy probably responded to him during the downtime in between his game matches and that he was more than likely gaming and not ignoring him.

Feeling stupid and hating himself just a smidge for falling so head-over-heels for a stupid handsome, kind, and big-dicked bunny boy, Charlie wiped the tears that had pooled in his eyes with his forearm and glanced at the unread message that he sent. He pondered ways he might be able to get his attention quicker. He could swing by the rabbit’s his house, but there was no way he’d be able to get inside without alerting security. Maybe he could log onto that game that he was playing and get his attention there? But he didn’t know what the game was called, all he knew about it was that it was some kind of game where you shot at people and played as either attackers or defenders. There were millions of games like that, and going through them one-by-one to try and find the right one was very, very stalker-ish. With no solution in sight, he flailed his arms above his head and let out a sigh as he stared up at the nipple-shaped light installed on the ceiling. And just like that, a light bulb lit up in his mousey head and his frustrated and hopeless frown turned slowly turned upside down.

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