"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" a sweaty Campbell struggled to make himself heard over the loud music from outside. They'd made their way back in, tired from all the dancing and since Fergus seemed intent on exploring the asylum one last time before he left. They were now standing in the empty corridor outside Campbell's room, just the two of em. And even though he didn't show it, Campbell was gloomy that his boyfriend and best mate would be leaving soon. "Fun's not o'er yet, ya know?" Fergus whispered, sensing the gloominess and moving closer till Campbell could feel his hot breath against his flushed face. He felt tingly as Fergus ran a finger across his quivering lips. "What d'you me...mmmf! " Campbell began to ask, silenced as Fergus pushed him against the door and snogged him.
Campbell was breathless, but didn't want the snogging to stop. And so, they continued to kiss, exploring each other with their tongues and losing no time in pushing the door open as they made their way into the dimly lit room, running their fingers through each others' hair and caressing each other as they decided to take their relationship to the next level.
Campbell felt the edge of the bed push up against the back of his legs and Fergus' hands across the front of his jeans as he unzipped them and moved on to pull off his multicolored hoodie as well. Campbell did the same, unbuttoning Fergus' shirt and undressing him till they were both naked under the sheets.
Sweat glistened off both their bodies, dripping off Campbell's floppy blonde hair and from Fergus' once slick hair (it stuck out in all directions now, owing to Campbell's long fingers running through it) as well. Their moans rang out and filled the room as they made love, writhing, thrusting, rolling across the tiny bed and entwining their bodies in a passionate embrace.
Fergus continued to leave kisses and hickies on every part of Campbell's bare body, starting from below his waist and inching his soft lips up Campbell's pale skin till they mixed and mingled with the young RJ's rosy, inviting lips. He whispered sweet nothings into Campbell's ear before nuzzling and sucking at his slender neck long after their lovemaking had subsided and the mattress had stopped trembling under their combined weight. "Well, that's that then. Our friendship' s effectively ruined!" a panting Fergus joked, quoting Chandler Bing as the two of them spooned (along with their friendship, a few other stuff had changed over the years at the asylum- such as the replacement of Neighbours by Friends- a show that'd been all the craze among the couch potato inmates ever since it'd first been telecast on their lil telly). A sleepy Campbell hummed in agreement, a pleased smile spread across his face as Fergus wrapped his arms around him and they cuddled cozily till the morning sunlight streamed in through the window and illuminated the room, spreading across the bed, over their strewn clothes and bedcovers and engulfed the soundly sleeping lovebirds.
And as it reached their entwined fingers, it made the silver wedding band on Campbell's finger gleam brightly. The wedding band that Fergus had secretly bought earlier that evening and presented to him as a symbol of their love and togetherness. He'd popped the question to Campbell after their wild jig on the dance floor amidst cheers from everyone, with a promise to never leave him as long as they both shall live.

The end