Since We're Brothers, We Can Only Kiss Once

Original title: We're Just Good Friends (third-person narration) I'm straight, and so is my childhood friend. We grew up together and went to school together. We've been practically inseparable our whole lives. Everyone around us says our friendship is unbreakable. I smile. "Haha, we're just good friends!" Then, one day at a party, my childhood friend got drunk because he couldn't hold his liquor, and insisted on kissing me. I knew he was just joking. He probably mistook me for a girl, haha... I smiled and pushed him away. "Bro, calm down. You got your spit in my mouth." Ah, honestly, I didn't mind. We're friends, after all, hahaha... I said nothing and kept pushing him away with all my strength. Don't ask why I was silent. My buddy had put his tongue in my mouth. I was a little annoyed then. Because putting your tongue in someone else's mouth is really impolite. But you can't hold a drunk guy accountable, so I could only wait for him to wake up and apologize. To my surprise, my childhood friend didn't remember a thing the next day. Me: ?? I spent all night warming your tongue with my mouth. Even if I don't deserve credit, surely I deserve a thank-you for my efforts. * After that, I reproached him with my eyes, made snide remarks, reminded him through physical contact, and dropped hints with movies about two male leads. I hoped he'd remember what happened that night and sincerely thank me... I mean, apologize. At last, after I dropped thirty hints, he remembered. But all I got was: "I think I might be gay." Me: ?? If you're gay, you're gay. Why the "might"? Are you forty percent gay? But it only took me a second to figure it out. He'd put his tongue in my mouth to test whether he was attracted to men! My childhood friend was in trouble. How could I just look out for myself? If he could be honest with me, it meant he trusted me. Otherwise, why hadn't he put his tongue in someone else's mouth? So I pulled him into a secluded spot and, with the look of someone bravely marching to his death, said, "Come on." My childhood friend: ? I looked at him. My face turned red before I could say a word, and I stammered, "Since we're friends, we can only kiss once." My childhood friend: ... Then I saw my childhood friend's eyes suddenly light up. * 1: The story is narrated in the third person. The narration may differ from the blurb's first-person voice, but the plot follows the same direction. 2: It's just a romance, with not much of a plot. 3: The gong is a little wicked, while the shou is kind (after all, he can warm someone's tongue). Theme: A good attitude is worth a million!