Zidane paraded in unannounced early the next morning. He was smiling already, but his smile widened as he opened the door to his room to find Rory and Bryatt still deeply asleep, piled on top of one another, a single sheet draped over their bodies.

    He shut the door loud enough to stir them awake.

    Rory moaned in annoyance and buried his face in Bryatt's neck. The other boy shifted slightly, eyes squinting before they opened. Zidane sighed inwardly. He couldn't deny that Bryatt had a pair of killer sky blue eyes.

    "Good morning!" the blonde said cheerfully. "I see you guys were as busy as I was last night."

    "Hi," Bryatt greeted in return, trying to sit up on his elbows. But Rory's presence was too heavy. "How was Zack?"

    Shooting him a grin, Zidane walked by, heading for his chest of drawers and slapping Rory playfully on the ass as he went. "Great. Just Great."

    Rory moaned again, hugging Bryatt closer. "Too early."

    "It's eight o'clock!" Zidane protested.

    "Too early," Rory insisted.

    Bryatt grinned and gently elbowed the taller boy in the ribs. "Come on, Rory. I know I'm warm and tight, but you can't stay in me forever."

    "That sucks," mumbled Rory, reluctantly pulling out. "I slept like a rock until *Zidane* came and woke me up!" He seized a pillow and tossed it at his roommate's head.

    It connected squarely, and Zidane, who was in the middle of dressing, dropped his shirt and sputtered. "Hey! Someone had to! You could sleep all day."

    "That's right. I could."

    Bryatt crawled to his knees, running both hands over his face. "God I feel like a smoke. But I can't have one."

    "Damn right you can't," Rory said sternly, taking hold of his shoulders. "I don't kiss ash trays."

    He grinned and turned, blue eyes sparkling. "I'll take a kiss instead then."

    A smile lit up Rory's face and he immediately leaned forward to seize the other boy's lips.

    "Geez, for 'friends' you two are pretty damn close," Zidane commented, slipping a blue T-shirt over his head. "I think I kissed Zack like ten times total last night."

    Rory paused a moment to kiss Bryatt again before he replied, "If you kissed Bryatt, you'd understand."

    "We'll see about that." The blonde winked at Bryatt.

    He laughed softly, snatching his discarded clothing off the floor as he climbed out of bed. "I better get going..."

    Rory grabbed his wrist. "You sure?" He looked up to meet the other boy's eyes, concerned.

    "Yeah." A gentle smile crossed his lips as he appreciated his friend's consideration. "Thanks though."

    He patted his hand before he released it, saying, "Come back here if you need to."

    "Thanks." His eyes lingered on Rory a moment before he did head for the door. "I'll see you guys tonight. Let me know what time."

    "We will."

    As the door shut once again, Rory sighed, leaning back on the pillows.

    Zidane raised an eyebrow, shooting his roommate a sideways grin as he buckled a belt around his hips. "You *like* him."

    "Of course I like him."

    "No... I said you *like* him."

    Rory frowned a little. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

    "Don't get defensive." Zidane spun around, hands on his hips. "You *like* him. You like him as more than a friend even."

    "What tells you that?" he avoided eye contact as he got up, grabbing new clothes.

    "As if it isn't obvious!" the blonde laughed a little, amused at how Rory was trying to hide it. "God, every time you look at him I can tell! Just ask him out!"

    Wordlessly, Rory shook his head. "Look, you don't know what you're talking about."

    Zidane snorted.

    "You don't!" he insisted, giving him a hard look. "Look, shouldn't you call the guys in Trabia and invite them tonight?"

    "Later," Zidane decided, leaping onto his bed with a grin. "I don't want to wake them up. And you have a crush on Bryatt!"

    Rory threw another pillow at him.

    Going to ignore me more, now that I know your secret? his thoughts hissed as he slung a shirt over his arm. God, it's like the one thing that could like bring us together, and you have to act like a jackass. He straightened up, having gathered everything he needed for the rest of the day. He really had the feeling he didn't want to be coming back here anytime soon.

    Rufus continued clicking away silently at his computer, and Bryatt went back to the door, pausing behind the other boy who was checking his e-mail. He couldn't walk away without saying something. Not when the angry was boiling hotter and hotter in his gut. Where did he get off acting like *nothing* had happened.

    "I hope you realize what a supreme jackass you are," he snapped. Rufus stopped typing, but he only sat there, making no further movement. "It takes a lot to get me mad, but *god* you know *just* how to push my buttons. I thought maybe I could overlook your hypocrisy, but you apparently would rather ignore the whole thing. Guess you really don't even have a shred of humanity in you. You know what you said. You just don't care.  Jackass."

    He stood there a moment more, attempting to give Rufus one last chance to say something and redeem himself. But he didn't even twitch a finger.

    Bryatt stormed out, slamming the door, his nerves burning. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten this mad. Rufus' complete lack of any kind of decency really dug into his skin.  No one could ever accuse Bryatt for having a lack of confidence, yet Rufus had managed to cut him down to nearly nothing.  He apparently wasn't worth anything to Rufus, and *that* just made him want to punch something.

    He had been planning to change in the bathroom, but now he needed someone to talk to.

    Rory had said he could go back there but...

    Not with Zidane there.

    He wanted to talk to Tseng, but he didn't want to disturb them.

    He didn't feel as badly interrupting Ben and Darren. Maybe because he always seemed to be interrupting them, and they didn't seem to mind.

    He went and knocked violently on the door, hoping they were awake.

    He heard footsteps coming, and he was more then relieved to see Darren answer, wearing only his underwear--no surprise.

    "Hey, Bry." His initial expression of greeting disappeared and he frowned instead. "What's wrong?"

    He let Bryatt in, and he walked in silently, dropping his clothes on the floor with a sigh. "Where's Ben?"

    "He went to the bathroom. What's wrong, Bryatt?" Darren shut the door, coming over, his brow furrowed as his concerned expression remained. Ben and Darren were, quite obviously, best friends. So were Tseng and Bryatt (though Tseng had also bonded similarly with Reeve, obviously), and although the four longtime friends were all very close, Darren had always been a little closer with Bryatt then he was with Tseng, and Ben a little closer with Tseng then he was with Bryatt.

    "Hm." Bryatt frowned, sighing again sadly as he held out his arms in a silent plea. "Dar... Hug?"

    Darren complied immediately, embracing his friend closely. Bryatt wasn't one to get like this--he stood on his own two feet more surely than any of them. Behavior like this was rare, and Darren was a little worried, especially when Bryatt buried his head against his neck.

    "What's the matter, sweetie?" he asked, hands comfortingly stroking up and down the taller boy's back. "Tell me what happened, Bry."

    "I hate my roommate."

    "Oh god... What did he do now?"

    "He's just a jackass."

    Bryatt was quiet a moment. Part of him wanted to tell Darren--fuck Rufus, he was a jerk anyway. But a promise was a promise. "...I just... He has *no* reason to criticize *me* for being gay."

    "Of course he doesn't." Darren stroked his hair a little. "Bry... This never upset you this much before. Did something else happen?"

    "Look, I don't want to talk about it. Just--"

    "Okay, okay..." he soothed, sighing and knowing when to stop when he had to. "Let's sit down."

    And they did, on Ben's bed. Bryatt wrapped his arms around the other boy's waist and rested his head on his shoulder with a sad sigh. Darren wrapped his own arm tightly around Bryatt's shoulders.

    "You don't need people like that, Bry."

  "I know. I shouldn't let it get to me, I know better, but sometimes I just can't help it."

    "I know. It's okay. Just relax."

    And he did, heaving a loud sigh. For a moment or two, they were quiet. Then Bryatt said softly, "Thanks, Dar."

    Darren smiled a little. "Bryatt, if I've put up with you this long..."

    That actually got a chuckle out of the taller boy and he grinned at his friend, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "Hey, if I were Ben, would we be having 'cheer up' sex right now?"

    That comment was rewarded with just what Bryatt expected, a pillow in the face. He couldn't help laughing, forgetting about Rufus entirely. Ben took that moment to reenter, and he stood in the doorway, hands on hips, a curious expression on his face.

    "What's this about?"

    "Nothing," Bryatt assured him. "Just some roommate woes as usual."

    "Just move in here!" Ben exclaimed, throwing up his hands as he came to sit on the edge of the bed. "Now that you have Rory, it won't be so bad." He grinned.

    "I can already do a perfect impression of Darren having an orgasm, thank you very much," Bryatt quipped, his expression serious, but his tone betraying him. "I don't really need anymore exposure to it."

    Darren hit him with the pillow again.

    "Don't worry," he grinned, winking at the dark haired boy. "I can do Ben too."

    Ben frowned, but he wasn't mad. He gave Bryatt a look.

    "Okay, change of subject--you guys are still going clubbing tonight, right?"

    "Right," Darren nodded. "I hope Rory's friends are nice."

    Said Bryatt, "If they're half as cool as he is, we're in luck."

    "You really like him, huh," Ben commented, his eyes not leaving his friend.

    "I adore him."

    "He really likes you too."

    "I know." And just like that, he changed the subject again, laying back with his head resting in Darren's lap.  "Hey, has anyone given a thought to spring break yet?"

    Before they both answered no, Ben and Darren both exchanged a knowing look.

    "Are you *sure* he won't mind?" Lark asked for what had to be the fourth or fifth time. She glanced at Sephiroth, her expression betraying her every emotion.

    "Yes!" he once again insisted, making a turn onto a new street. "Lark, I called him, and he's fine with it. He even sounded *happy*! Relax."

    And she did, a little, leaning back on the seat with a sigh as the car pulled to a stop in front of a large stucco house with a manicured front lawn and tasteful gardening. Lark had to admit she never much thought of Professor Valentine living in a house like this. "Wow."

    "Nice, huh?" Sephiroth grinned proudly, as if it were his own. He shut off his jeep and hopped out of the car, tucking his keys safely away in his pocket.

    Lark got out of the car slowly, still staring at the house. "Yeah. It's *really* nice. Just how much *do* they pay the professor at Galbadian?"

    He laughed, and Lark smiled a little to herself. She had *never* seen Sephiroth *this* happy before.

    "Not a bad day for a swim." Sephiroth headed up the walk.

    "For an *indoor* pool," she added, hurrying after him. "It's *February* after all."

    "Well, February's in Virginia aren't the same as they are in New York," he reminded her.

    "That doesn't make it California!"

    Sephiroth led her around the back, to where there was a large glass enclosed deck surrounding an equally large in ground pool. Lark was even more impressed. She saw Vincent was lounging on one of the lounge chairs, wearing red swim trunks. He was flipping through the paper, a pair of thin rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. His black hair was loose, and cascaded down over his pale shoulders.

    For a moment Lark was stunned. She had really never noticed how *beautiful* Vincent was before.

    "Vincent, love! We're here!" Sephiroth called, opening the door and stepping into the heated  space. Lark followed, looking around. There were skylights in the ceiling, and the mid morning sun glittered down, casting rays on the crystal clear water.

    "Angel." Vincent smiled, placing down the paper and lifting his chin to accept a friendly kiss from the younger man. "I'm so glad you both could come."

    Sephiroth stepped aside, letting Vincent stand up, placing his glasses on a nearby table.

    "Hello, um... Mr....uh..."

    "Vincent, please," he insisted, extending his hand. "Lark. One of my favorite students from last semester.'

    She took his hand with a smile. "Thank you."

    "So." The older man paused, clasping his hands together as he glanced at the two students. "Who's up for a swim?"

    Cloud woke up in his own bed. After Bryatt walked in last night, Rufus had been too stiff to do anything else. Rufus was always pretty stiff, and Cloud hated to remind himself why. He didn't really understand Rufus at all, he just followed his demands. And, after their sex had fizzled the night before, Cloud had just lay there in the dark, unable to sleep himself, listening to Rufus breathe and turn restlessly. He almost never slept easily. And, unable to sleep at all himself, Cloud thought about Rufus, and how much he really did love him, and he thought about Zack, and how Zack was...Zack.

    Cloud really did like Zack a whole lot.

    Early that morning he had left Rufus alone, walking around campus for awhile and listening to the birds sing as the sun came up. By the time he had returned to his own room, Zack, and whoever he had been with were gone, and he had collapsed in his own bed, falling asleep until the afternoon.

    He woke up slowly, feeling groggy from sleeping in his clothes. At first he felt a bit disoriented, squinting as he raised himself on an elbow. He had slept later than he had thought.

    Turning around he saw that Zack had returned, and was sitting on his bed, flipping through an issue of Sports Illustrated. Cloud just stared at him for a moment, taken back by how good looking he was doing something so simple. Just staring at the magazine, his gray eyes staring intently at the pages, a strand of black hair hovering, ankles crossed.

    "Zack," he croaked out, sounding as groggy as he felt. He couldn't get Rufus' horrified look out of his head. He knew all too well that the other blonde had been very insistent that no one else find out about them. And now that someone had... He doubted that Rufus would want to talk to him again, out of fear.

    Or out of something else even.

    Zack looked over at him, brow furrowing a bit as a hint of a frown came to his face. "Hey, buddy. What's up? Long night?"

    "I feel like shit," he said, strands of his own hair falling in his face. It was annoying, but he didn't move. He wasn't sure if he wanted to cry, or if he wanted to pout, or if he was upset to any extreme. But he did know that he still felt exhausted and stiff.

    "What's wrong?" Zack didn't go to him, but he put down the magazine and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "You okay?"

    "I--" He gave up on words for a moment, heaving a sigh and falling back against the mattress. "I just need to sleep for awhile."

    Zack smiled crookedly, and Cloud couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth at that expression. "Come on, we haven't even been here that long yet, Cloud."

    "Are you doing anything tonight?" he asked, yawning.

    "Nah. I just wanna relax." He kept looking at him. "Besides, I don't think there's anything going on tonight."

    "Get in here," Cloud ordered.

    Still grinning, Zack's eyes widened a little. "Oh? Is that an order?"

    The other boy didn't reply. He just moved over to make room for Zack, who pounced next to him, facing him, the ever present grin still on his lips. "So, what doya wanna do?"

    "Let me sleep for awhile," he mumbled, throwing an arm across the other boy's broad chest, "And when I wake up we can fuck." At least I know you'll enjoy it.

    "Sounds good to me," Zack agreed, letting the blonde snuggle up to him. "I could use a nap myself, I think. I was up most of the night."

    Cloud sighed, enjoying the steady sound of Zack's breathing. Rufus never let him sleep this close.

    Rufus always liked to keep a distance.

    But now, Cloud was able to easily fall asleep.

    "Sorry, Bry. But don't worry, Reeve's wearing jeans."

    Reeve stepped out of the room next, shutting the door behind him and locking it. He was wearing blue jeans, and a ribbed V-neck sweater.

    "So he is." Bryatt smiled. "Hi, Reeve."

    "Hi, Bryatt."

    "You look so kissable, Tseng." Bryatt smiled, looking over his best friend once more. "I love the lip gloss."

    Blushing slightly, Tseng muttered a thank you. Reeve wasn't too thrilled by this exchange and frowned a little, wrapping a tight arm around the smaller boy's waist.

    "Where are Darren and Ben?" sighed Bryatt in annoyance, going to knock on their door. "And Zidane and Rory." He crossed the hall to knock on theirs as well. "Ah...so we now have a contest." He grinned devilishly, both eyebrows raised.

    Both to his disappointment, both doors opened at the same time. Ben and Darren, in jeans and tight T-shirts, blue and red respectively, came out of their room just as Rory and Zidane did. Zidane was wearing corduroy pants and a gray polo shirt. Rory had on his favorite leather pants and a long sleeved black shirt. He had several silver bracelets on each wrist.

    "Oh, you ruined my game," Bryatt pouted. And, spotting Rory, he added, "And your outfit looks more like Tseng's then I do. So I'm safe."

    "Is that flavored?" Darren asked Tseng, indicating the lip gloss.

    "Strawberry," he grinned, going into his pocket for it. "Want some?"

    The other boy nodded eagerly and applied some.

    "Aw, come on now," Ben chuckled lowly, watching Darren hand the small tube back to Tseng, his lips shining lightly with the gloss. "Now you're just begging to be kissed."

    "Maybe for more," he said lightly, shooting his boyfriend a sensual little grin.

    "So where are we going for dinner?" Zidane asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. "And who actually has a car?"

    "I do," Ben spoke up. "I have a Jeep...so...we can all squeeze in."

    "I claim Bryatt on my lap!" Rory jumped in.

    "That's just another excuse to feel up my ass..." the other boy mumbled playfully.

    Fishing the keys out of his pocket, his dorm door was locked and Ben took Darren by the hand, leading him off. "Let's go."

    "Hey, Ror, who should I hook up with tonight?" he asked loudly, speaking over the radio.

    "Edgar," the other boy replied.

    "Ha! I wish!" he laughed.  "I've been chasing him until the day we met, and still *nothing*."

    "You haven't told me anything about your friends, except for their names," Bryatt commented, leaning more against Tseng as the car turned. "Are they in the Witness Protection Program or something?"

    "Not anymore," Rory quipped, and the other boy gently elbowed him for the comment.

    "Oh, well we'll fill you in at the restaurant. Don't worry, you'll like these guys." Zidane pushed a stray lock of blonde hair off his forehead.

    "Either that or we'll hate them."  Bryatt grinned.

    And Rory was the one to poke him.

  So that's what love looks like, Lark thought placing down the towel. They had been swimming all afternoon, and the two men had not left her out in the least, like part of her was fearing they would. It was no secret that they loved one another deeply. Every interaction between them spelled it out. Lark found it endearing. She had never been in love.

    "Finally getting out of the pool, Lark?" Sephiroth smiled upon her approach, as she wrapped her towel around her waist.

    "Yeah." She returned the smile, stopping in front of her. "Thanks for inviting me."

    "You're always welcome," Vincent assured her.

    She added, "I had a lot of fun today."

    "That makes all of us." Sephiroth fitting his fingers over Vincent's knee. They exchanged a smile before he looked up at his friend again. "You want me to take you back, Lark?"

    She nodded, saying nothing. It was quite a change to watch Sephiroth act so casually. Usually he reserved himself, and locked his heart away in his chest for no one to reach.

    But Vincent could.

    "All right." He turned, kissing Vincent quickly. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

    "I'll be waiting." The return smile was almost shy in nature.

    The professor and the invited student exchanged good-byes then, and as she followed Sephiroth to his car, Lark knew that now she would truly know love wherever she saw it.

    They were entering the restaurant now, and Bryatt was all grins as he and Ben came up besides Reeve. Tseng and Darren were ahead chatting with Rory and Zidane.

    "Uh...it depends. Do I have to do something weird to earn it?" Reeve liked Bryatt a lot, but he was always a little wary of the other boy when he got in one of his overly social moods.

    "Not weird, just fun. For you *and* Tseng."

    "Uh oh."

    "Relax," Ben assured him with an easy smile, and he did....a little.

    "...What is it?"

    "I'll give you ten bucks if you give Tseng a hand job at the table. And you have to make him come."

    "What?!" Reeve exclaimed much too loudly. Rory furrowed his brow and turned around to give them a strange look, but Bryatt waved him on into turning forward again. Lowering his voice, the boy with the glasses whispered loudly, "Are you kidding?"

    "No!"

    "He's gonna give me ten bucks to do it to Darren," Ben informed him.

    "And you're doing it?!" Reeve was shocked that Ben would go through with it. He seemed so...restrained most of the time.

    "Yeah, I do it all the time." And he shrugged it off.

    "...And why are you going to waste ten bucks to have me do this?" he raised a skeptically eyebrow and crossed his arms, though he was growing slightly curious.

    "Because we do it all the time, and it's worth ten bucks." Still grinning as brightly as ever, Bryatt asked with enthusiasm, blue eyes glittering.

    For a moment Reeve considered. He knew Tseng would love it, and ten bucks just seemed to sweeten the deal. Besides, even he was known for doing crazy things once in awhile. "All right."

    "Great!"

    "This'll be an interesting dinner," Ben mumbled, giving his fellow dare taker a nudge.

    "Yeah, it should be," Reeve returned with a smile.

    "All right, fine," Zidane agreed, placing down his water glass. They sat in a booth big enough  for eight. He was on the end besides Rory, who sat besides Bryatt. Across from them was Ben on the end, who was next to Darren, who was next to Tseng, who was across from Reeve.

    A long tablecloth thankfully covered the table.

    "Who should we start with?" the blonde turned to Rory.

    "It has to be Setzer," he decided, nodding. "Want me to do it?"

    "Knock yourself out," the other boy replied, leaning back.

    "Well, basically Setzer Gabbiani is an english major from New York, he's...a little bit wild once in awhile."

    "Let me guess, he's into drugs?" Bryatt raised an eyebrow. "Does he do ecstasy or crystal meth? Or is he one of those guys who takes Viagra for the hell of it?"

    "...A little from columns A, B and C," Rory rushed, and when Bryatt rolled his eyes he was quick to add, "Not too often though. Just once in awhile. I don't think he'll be into any of that tonight."

    "Although this one time, I had encounter with him after he had taken Viagra," Zidane broke it eagerly. "And let me tell you. *Jesus*. I thought he was never gonna get--"

    "Z!" Rory interrupted impatiently, staring at his roommate. "Now is not that time for your sex stories. I'm talking about Setzer."

    "Fine..." the blonde mumbled, playing with the paper from his straw. "Continue."

    "So anyway, besides that stuff, Setzer smokes, and he loves mixed drinks, and he also loves to gamble."

    "I hope he doesn't like to kill things," Darren broke in somberly.

    "No!" Rory insisted. "He's really nice. Bryatt--you'll like him, I swear. He writes poetry and he's got the same sense of humor you have."

    "Oh yeah?" Bryatt grinned and raised a single eyebrow.

    "God help him," Tseng muttered playfully, shooting his friend a laughing little smile. He was rewarded with a playful kick.

    "Setzer's cool, I'm actually pretty close with him. He's really good looking too. He's got *really* light blonde hair, and these eyes that are like practically violet. And, he's on and off boyfriend is like one of the hottest guys in the world."

    "Edgar," Zidane sighed lustfully.

    Ben raised an eyebrow as he inquired, "On and off?"

    "Edgar Figaro is a poli-sci major from California, and he has a twin, and he is *so* fucking hot. He's got long blonde hair and blue eyes and a body to *die* for," Zidane assured him. "But he and Setzer just *cannot* stay together."

    "Once they broke up and went back out three times in one day," Rory informed them. "Every time they have sex, they end up going out until something or another manages to piss one of them off, and they break up again. But somehow they like remain the closest of friends in between. It's *very* bizarre."

    "So are the nicknames they give one another," Zidane added with a chuckle. "Edgar calls Setzer 'snuggle bear' and Setzer calls Edgar 'sweetiekins', even when they're not going out. It's sickening."

    "Well look at that, Bryatt. They're more sickening then us!" Ben shot his friend a knowing smile as he slid an arm around Darren.

    "I'm amazed," he shot back lightly.

    "So who else," Tseng prodded.

    "Then there's Sabin, Edgar's twin, who's an engineering major, and who's cute, but not half as hot as his brother," Zidane was quick to add the latter.

    "He is *so* buff," Rory added. "He's also bi, but right now, he's unattached."

    "Then there's Clyde." Zidane laughed again.

    "*Shadow*," Rory corrected sternly, giving his roommate a side glance. "Clyde Shadow, a history major from Illinois. Do *not* call him Clyde. He's kinda goth, and kinda quiet, but he's cool all the same."

    "Tell them about Gau," the blonde insisted next.

    "Oh, Gau Andre is British, and he's here to play soccer and major in communications."

    "All the way from England? Wow," mused Reeve.

    "Yup. He rooms with Shadow. He's hot, loud, talks without thinking, you know the type."

    "Bryatt?" Darren teased, grinning.

    "Ha ha." Bryatt playfully threw his straw wrapper at his friend.

    "Bitch," he shot back, eyes sparkling.

    "Is that it?" Tseng asked. He had been listening intently the whole time.

    "Then there's Locke Cole, hot but straight and taken. He comes all over anyway though, because he could care less. He even gets hit on, and is totally fine with it." Rory shrugged. "Hell, he's even flattered."

    "Too bad more straight guys can't be cool like him," Zidane put in.

    "Yeah, that is pretty unusual," Ben agreed with a bit of a nod.

    "Well, those are our friends," Rory concluded, sliding an arm around Bryatt's shoulders. "I think you'll like them."

    "Sounds like we will."

    The waiter came over then to take their drink order. They ordered a round of sodas.

    "Save the alcohol for later," Zidane sighed with a smile, leaning back once the waiter had left.

    "I didn't get drunk last night," Bryatt announced.

    "Me neither," Tseng put in.

    "No getting drunk tonight either, doll face," Bryatt instructed his friend.

    "What are you gonna do to me if I do get drunk?" Tseng flirted back, putting an elbow on the table and leaning forward, staring right at Bryatt. The other boy was looking right back almost seductively. "Spank me?"

    Not taking his eyes from Tseng, Bryatt replied, "No. You'd like it too much."

    Tseng erupted into soft giggles, and Bryatt gave him a gentle kick under the table.

    Reeve frowned and decided it was time to take care of his dare. Taking a little breath, he took his hand and slid it over Tseng's thigh.

    The others started talking about all the weird places they had had sex in.

    "Who hasn't done it in a car at one point or another," Bryatt was adding in, pointing his fork at no one in particular for emphasis. "It's like something everyone has to do sometime."

    "You are dangerous with those utensils," Rory chuckled, eyeing him.

    "You wanna see how dangerous I can get?" he shot back, winking.

    For a long moment Rory just stared back.

    Reeve started rubbing Tseng's thigh.

    "When I got my first car, the first thing I did was take Tseng out for a ride, remember?" he looked at his ex-boyfriend. "Remember?"

    "I sure do," replied Tseng, getting a bit distracted by the motion of Reeve's hand on his leg.

    Bryatt smiled as he continued his story. "And we went to the park, and I parked way the hell in east bumble fuck, and we had sex right in the front seat."

    "We always do it in the back," Ben put in.

    Darren blushed a little as he put in softly, "Maybe we should try the front next time."

    Zidane then launched into a lengthy story involving him, some kid back home and a shoelace. The others listened intently, but Reeve had another thing to concentrate on.

    He slid his hand into Tseng's lap.

    The other boy jumped a little, color coming to his cheeks as a smile snuck it's way onto his face. He kept looking at Zidane, but held very still, knowing what was to come.

    On the other side of the booth, Ben dropped out of the conversation as well, half listening as he slid a hand into Darren's lap.

    His boyfriend froze, and leaned back against the booth.

    "So there we were, in his broken down piece of shit car--"

    Reeve noticed how quick Tseng hardened under his fingers. He could feel the start of an erection already, and he hadn't even begun to do much yet! Feeling the beginnings of his own arousal, he began to rub at his boyfriend's crotch.

    Tseng gave a little sigh, and humped the other boy's hand a little.

    Darren remained very still, trying not to moan as Ben stroked him through the fabric of his jeans.

    "--And of course *none* of us had a cell phone--"

    He stroked a little harder, feeling Tseng come to full arousal now. He had a definite flush to his cheeks as he kept staring at Zidane and urging himself into Reeve's nimble fingers.

    Bryatt began to take notice and he stared, laughing silently as he watched Tseng and Darren.

    Darren let out the softest moan as he reached down and helped Ben tug the zipper of his jeans down. Then Ben eagerly reached inside, and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.

    Reeve rubbed harder, loving the response he was getting. He felt he had done as much as he could through the pants, so he let his fingers slide over the leather and grab the zipper. He tugged down.

    "--So, we started talking about kink and stuff, and he told me he was always curious about being tied up--"

    Darren bit back yet another moan, reaching down and placing a hand over Ben's wrist. He didn't encourage him or push him away, he just held there, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer with Ben's fingers sliding over his length as he was.

    "God--" Tseng mumbled under his breath. He too let his hand drop to encounter his boyfriend's, but instead of his hand just gently resting on his wrist, he instead pushed Reeve's hand further, encouraging him to go faster.

    This was something Reeve eagerly complied too.

    Darren came first, inaudibly, letting out a sigh as his eyes blinked closed a moment. His hand closed a little tighter over Ben's wrist and he ran a thumb over the skin beneath it in a silent thanks.

    Only moments later Tseng came, covering up his cry with a loud, fake cough. He was beaming, a light flush to his cheeks remaining, just like on Darren. In gratitude he put a hand on Reeve's crotch and squeezed once, a promise of things to come.

    Reeve let out a choked sound.

    "--So we got in the back, and all I had was shoelaces, so I tied him to the coat holder with them, and then I fucked him." Zidane shrugged as he grinned. "Hey--desperate times call for desperate matters." He paused, and glanced down the row of people in front of him. "What? It wasn't that weird. Why do you guys look all flushed?"

    Bryatt burst out into hysterical laughter. He was laughing so hard he had to put his head down on the table to calm himself down.

    "Bry..." Rory said in all seriousness, but with a smile on his handsome face. He placed a hand lightly on the other boy's shoulder as he laughed hysterically into the table top. "I told you to lay off the pills..."

    That got him to stop, and he did so immediately, sitting up and looking at the other boy. "But not the gas."

    Rory grinned at him, gone entirely for about a minute.

    Darren sighed and smiled, leaning back and letting his hand entwine with Ben's.

    "Well..." Reeve said absently after awhile. Rory and Bryatt continued to grin at one another, and Tseng was contentedly rubbing at his inner thigh. "At least you weren't wearing loafers."

    Again Bryatt laughed, and then he high fived Reeve right across the table.

    "Sorry if I cut into your sex time," she joked, winking as she gathered her stuff. "He's wonderful, Sephiroth. Don't let him go."

    He told her, with all his heart, "I have no intention of doing so."

    And he had pretty much floored the gas pedal on the return, and made it back in record time, and without a speeding ticket.

    "Vincent?" he stepped back into the screened in deck, searching for his love.

    He didn't see him.

    But he saw Vincent's bathing suit lying abandoned on a lounge chair.

    So he looked at the pool, and there was Vincent, treading the water.

    He was naked.

    Sephiroth trembled at the very thought.

    "Welcome back, my angel," he said casually, his smile hiding a twinge of mischief. "That was quick."

    "You naughty thing," grinned Sephiroth, shedding his shirt as he walked in the direction where Vincent was floating in the water. "Skinny dipping without me?"

    "Waiting for you," Vincent corrected. And with that he swam to the edge and pushed himself up so he was sitting on the surrounding concrete, his feet dangling in the water.

    He was gloriously nude.

    Sephiroth kept his smile, unable to look away. "Do you have an aversion to clothes, love?"

    "I do around you." And he gave a seductive raise of the eyebrows, tossing his head back slightly to let his hair flick back.

    "Stay right there," ordered the younger man, shedding the rest of his clothes hastily, his hormones giving way. "I'll come to you."

    And he dove into the pool.

    Vincent watched his lover's sleek, muscular form glide effortlessly through the aqua water. He came to the surface right in front of the older man, and smiled up at him, eyes shining.

    He noticed a hint of teasing in those green eyes, but even as Sephiroth leaned forward, Vincent wasn't expecting his erection to be engulfed.

    "Oh--God!!!" Vincent cried, his hands coming automatically to tangle in the silver locks before him. His head bent back as he gasped for air, feeling every nerve sing as Sephiroth began to suck. The student hadn't done this for him yet, but he obviously had done it before. He was too good to have not to.

    Sephiroth was practically smiling to himself as he worked his throat around Vincent's shaft. He was reveling in the sensations of giving his lover pleasure. Hearing Vincent cry out...pull at his hair...feeling him tremble...it was enough to give him a pleasure all his own.

    "Ah--- Angel, yes!" Pulling harder at the strands of silver, Vincent gasped loudly, feeling his muscles begin to clench already. It was amazing that Sephiroth could bring him close to release so quickly. But Vincent wasn't young anymore, and as much as he was dying for completion *now*, he had other plans. "Oh, God-- Angel! Angel, stop!"

    And he did immediately, looking worried as he backed off. "What? You didn't want me to-- You didn't like--"

    "--That's not it!!" exclaimed Vincent, and then he splashed back into the water, taking Sephiroth around the waist and pinning him against the concrete wall of the pool, moving to bring his legs up over the crooks of his elbows. "Angel, you were perfect," he whispered, using the presence of the water and the remnants of Sephiroth's saliva for lubrication as he ever so gently slid into him. "You amaze me. I love you so much."

    Sephiroth groaned, his head bending back as he was filled. He moaned louder as the other man leaned in to press wet kisses to his neck. "Oh... Yes... Vincent..."

    Unable to control himself, Vincent thrust hard, the tiny raised bumps of concrete digging into the younger man's back.

    "Oh, Vincent, oh harder!" he cried, panting heavily as he met the intrusions eagerly, fingers digging into Vincent's strong shoulders. "Oh--! Oh, ah...!"

    "Angel... Yes... Yes..." he breathed harshly in his lover's ear, wishing it could last longer, but knowing it couldn't possibly. Sephiroth completed him so well...he couldn't thrust fast enough.

    And he finished with a loud, satisfied moan, resting comfortably inside the other man.

    Sephiroth was still hard. "Oh... Vincent..." he whined, trying to rub up against the older man's stomach. But the stimulation wasn't enough. "Vincent..."

    It took Vincent another minute to recover from his orgasm, and his awareness was shut off during that time. When his full senses returned, held a whimpering Sephiroth against him.

    He also had Sephiroth's erection pressing up against his stomach.

    "Oh, angel!" he sighed, feeling horrible for neglecting him. "I'm sorry."

    "Ah... It's okay... Just I..."

    Vincent didn't let him say a thing more. He untangled their bodies and they both got out of the pool quickly. They only took two steps before Vincent eased Sephiroth onto the ground, kneeling between the younger man's pale, powerful thighs and enclosing his shaft in his warm mouth.

    "Oh, yes..." Sephiroth hissed, thrusting slowly into the wet cavern that surrounded him. Vincent had done this for him before, and it always felt equally as extraordinary. "God--"

    And the older man milked an orgasm from his young lover quickly, swallowing every drop of his long desired release. Then, panting just as heavily as Sephiroth, he crawled up and collapsed in his arms.

    "So good... Thank you, Vincent." He sighed happily, inhaling the masculine scent that had always been Vincent.

    "I didn't forget you, angel, I'm sorry. I just forget where I was a moment. You do that to me."

    "Mmmm..." he drew his lover close, his eyes falling shut. "I can relate. You do the same to me."

    "You'll be staying the night...?"

    "Of course. And the morning." And then Sephiroth looked up, meeting his lover's soft, red brown eyes as he added, softly, "And someday, forever."

    "Jesus, Zidane. We've been here a minute. Relax."

    "He just wants to see Edgar." It was followed by a short little laugh.

    "Well who the hell doesn't, Rory?" the blonde shot back. Turning to the others he said, "When you see him, you'll know."

    "Hey, Rory! Zidane!"

    And the two boys looked in the direction they were being called, smiling in unison.

    "There you guys are!" Zidane exclaimed, going over to give the first one he encountered a hug.

    "I thought Z was gonna throw a temper tantrum," added Rory, going over to them as well. "You guys, these are our new friends from Gongaga Hall; Bryatt Porter, Tseng Tyutyuik, Reeve Leander, Ben Raven, and Darren Danieley. Guys, meet Setzer Gabbiani, Edgar and Sabin Figaro, Gau Andre, Locke Cole, and Shadow."

    "*Clyde* Shadow," Zidane put in quickly, grinning at the boy in question.

    Clyde--er...Shadow was nice to look at. He was tall, taller then Zidane, with black hair and ice blue eyes. He was wearing black jeans and a blue T-shirt, and had three piercings in his right ear.  He wore dark eye shadow and eyeliner, and a spiked bracelet around his wrist.  "Shove it, Z," he replied, giving him a bit of a glare as he gave him a gentle punch in the shoulder.

    "Nice to finally meet you guys." Sabin was very well built. He his hair was blonde, short and spiked, and his eyes were blue. He wasn't very tall, and he wore blue jeans and a well worn white T-shirt.

    "Yes, Rory has babbled on and on and on," Gau put in. He was small too, blonde with light green eyes. His eyebrow was pierced, and he was wearing leather pants.

    So was Edgar, who was definitely as gorgeous as the others had made him out to be. His hair was blonde and long, as it tumbled into a ponytail that reached past his shoulders. His eyes were big and blue, and under his clothing, leather pants included, it was easy to see that he had a very impressive body. "Has he told you much about us?"

    "Good things, I hope," smiled Locke, brown eyes glittering. A piece of dark blonde hair fell over his eyes. The guys tried not to notice that he was good looking, since he was straight, but they noted it anyway.

    "About some of us, anyway, probably not me." Setzer was nearly as beautiful as Edgar. His light blonde hair had almost a silverish hue, and was almost as long as Tseng's. He wore leather pants as well, a clothing item that seemed very popular among this group. His cartilage was pierced in his right ear, and his left eyebrow was pierced as well. Bryatt idly wondered what he had pierced that he *couldn't* see.

    "Not about you," Bryatt couldn't resist putting in, grinning at the other boy, eyes glittering.

    The other boy grinned back. "You're Bryatt, huh? I've been warned about you."

    "Good to know someone planned ahead," Darren added in. He was holding on to Ben's hand.

    Setzer turned his attention to him, and he didn't look away. "Jesus..." he muttered absently under his breath.

    "Oh, Setzer, Ben is Darren's *boyfriend*," Rory put in quickly, recognizing that look all too well. "And Tseng and Reeve just started going out."

    "The pretty ones are always taken," Edgar sighed, nudging Tseng as he asked, "You're beautiful. Have you considered modeling?"

    Reeve's eyes widened just as large as Tseng's did. I know he's good looking, but *really*...??

    "Really?" Tseng gaped, laughing a little out of flattery. "No, I really didn't think I was the type for that..."

    "Are you kidding?" Edgar put in, honestly amazed. "I just signed with an agent, and he's looking for some more pretty boys if you're interested."

    His jaw dropped a little and he stammered, "Uh, yeah, sure. Wow. I never even considered it." He gave Reeve a look and raised an eyebrow.

    "The money's really good too," the soon to be model added.

    "Just promise me you'll get me some copies of any ads you do, Edgar," Zidane practically purred, sliding up against him.

    "Oh, I'll pass them out," he assured him, smiling to reveal his perfect white teeth. He then turned back to Tseng and asked, "What's your last name again?"

    "Tyutyuik," he repeated, and, expecting the strange look he got, quickly said, "I know, it's weird to have an Asian first name and a Russian last one. My father has a Russian background, and my mother is half Japanese and half British. My siblings got off easy, but I'm the youngest so I got the weird name."

    Edgar laughed lightly. "I see. It's a nice name, though. I like it."

    He smiled lightly. "Thank you."

    In the meanwhile Setzer had looked Darren over. Twice.

    "So, how long have you two been going out?" he asked casually. Bryatt stood nearby, just watching the conversation almost carefully with Rory.

    "About three years."

    His eyes widened. "Three years? How many times have you broken up?"

    "Um..." He seemed a little uncomfortable. "None."

    Setzer's jaw dropped entirely. "None?? Are you kidding? I've been seeing Edgar on and off for like a year and a half. The longest we lasted was a month. Once we went out three times in one day!"

    "Why is that?" Ben asked, holding more tightly to his boyfriend's hand. Darren was pretty, and he was used to other people, male and female, staring at him. But he had never had someone actually check him out this obviously and this often.

    Deep down, Ben had a few fears concerning that.

    Shrugging, Setzer flipped some hair from his eyes. "Because he gets on my nerves. Him and his ego and his 'modelling'. Christ, he just only got his damn contract."

    "He's a model?" Darren was impressed and he raised an eyebrow.

    Intrigued at finally peeking the other boy's interest, Setzer raised an eyebrow of his own, *again* looking him over. "Yeah, gonna be anyway. So are you guys exclusive?"

    "Yes," Ben said harshly, staring to leave and taking Darren with him. "Come on, Dar."

    Darren gave the other boy a sympathetic look of sorts as he left, but made no move to stop his exit.

    "Shit," Setzer cursed, reaching into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. "The hot ones are always taken."

    "Not Edgar," Rory reminded him lightly.

    "I've had Edgar," he sighed, pulling one out of the pack. "I don't want another model type. Darren was *hot*." He looked Bryatt over and asked, "Have you had him?"

    "Kind of."

    "Kind of?"

    "I've done some crazy shit," he admitted with a crooked grin, idly eyeing the pack of cigarettes. He had been tobacco free for about six months, but it was still hard. He was glad that Darren had forced him to quit though. He had some great friends.

    "I see," grinned Setzer, understanding. He'd done his own 'crazy shit', sometimes involving a drug or two. He held up the cigarette. "I gotta take this outside. You guys wanna keep me company?"

    "Count me out," Rory said, back up and holding his hands up in defense. "Smoking is bad for the voice."

    "I'll go," Bryatt quickly agreed.

    This time Setzer looked him over more slowly, deciding that he really liked what he saw there. "Okay." He flicked his eyebrow and gave the other boy a seductive smirk. "Come on."

    They disappeared into the crowded room.

    "Shit," Rory cursed, pouting a little as he crossed his arms and gazed after them, eyes narrowing a little. He knew Setzer well, and he had a feeling Bryatt wouldn't need him in order to get himself laid tonight.

    "What's wrong?" Gau poked him in the side, coming to stand before him, glancing over his shoulder first. "Setzer gone off with your friend?"

    "Yeah," he said shortly, turning away. He was in no mood to talk about it.

    Was this jealousy he felt.

    "...I thought it was a little flattering, but you're right," Darren added the latter quickly, seeing Ben give him a weird look. "It was a little...awkward."

    "You were flattered?" the taller boy's jaw dropped.

    "Well, it helps my ego to know I'm good looking." He smiled and teased the other boy by running a single finger down his chest.

    Ben moved forward and captured that roaming hand, and taking it into his own and rubbing it gently. "Don't I tell you you're beautiful often enough?"

    "Yes..." he blushed a little, turning his face away.

    Refusing to let that happen, Ben used a single finger to turn his lover's face back towards his own, smiling brightly as he did so. "And when I say it, I just don't do it to get into your pants."

    "Yet you always manage to get there anyway," he replied seductively, running a lone digit from his free hand over the taller boy's lip to tease.

    Losing to a wave of lust, Ben leaned down and kissed him possessively, lingering and moaning as his tongue stroked against Darren's.

    "Mmm... Love you," Darren moaned before melting into the kiss again.

    Ben responded in actions, and he griped the smaller boy around the waist, pulling their hips into contact.

    And, for the moment, Setzer was entirely forgotten.

    Setzer held a lit cigarette in one hand and offered Bryatt a smoke with the other.

    He tried to fight off the temptation, he really did.

    But he lost.

    "Sure."

    He was given one, and Setzer even lit it for him, his hand lingering a moment longer then it had to. Bryatt put the object to his lips immediately, inhaling with an almost lustful sigh.

    "God, that's good."

    "Better then sex?" teased Setzer, flicking some ashes over the railing. They stood alone on a small balcony outside the second story club. From behind them they could hear the toned down music pounding, and the lights flashing brightly.

    Neither paid much attention.

    "No," Bryatt assured him, chuckling lightly. He leaned on the black iron railing, leaning on it to look down into the alley below.  He grinned, seeing several couples using it as a make out refuge. "I don't think I consider anything much better then that. Equal, maybe, but not better. Especially with the right person."

    "I hear you," the other boy agreed., turning his head to give the other boy a lazy smile. He too was leaning on the railing. "I love sex. I even love talking about it."

    Bryatt laughed loudly. "Yeah, me too. I guess I'm used to it too, cause my friends and I tell one another everything."

    "No kidding? Yeah, mine too. I heard you and Rory are fucking."

    "More like he's fucking me..." Bryatt turned, leaning his back against the railing and taking another long drag from his cigarette. "We're not like going out or anything, which I'm sure you know," he added quickly. "But I do adore him. And I love getting fucked by him." Raising his eyebrows suggestively and displaying a naughty grin, he turned to look at the other boy again.

    Setzer returned it. "Top or bottom?"

    "Depends," he shrugged, turning to face the other way once more. He wasn't actually smoking the cigarette as much as he was inhaling the secondary smoke. "Mostly it depends on who I'm with. You?"

    "Same." He inhaled some smoke and drew it out slowly. "With Edgar, I like him to be on top, but the best is when I ride him. He gets the most beautiful look on his face." Setzer grinned and looked down into the alley. "He's amazing in bed, I'll give him that."

    "He *is* really good looking," shrugged Bryatt.

    "No shit." And as he turned to say those words, it was the first time Bryatt noticed he had a tongue ring. "But hell, so are you."

    Bryatt felt himself blush a little, and he had to look away. He wasn't used to being complimented for his looks, especially in Tseng's shadow. "Thanks. You're hot yourself."

    "I know," he said with a laugh, throwing away his cigarette before reaching out to seize the other boy around the waist. They were about the same height, and Bryatt dropped his own cigarette on the ground out of shock as he ws pulled against the other boy. "I'm very straight forward," he said simply.

    "I see that," came the reply. "I'm fairly so myself."

    "Right now I'm thinking we can go sneak into a bathroom stall and jerk one another off and suck face a little. And later, I'll get rid of Edgar, you can come to my room, and I'll give you one hell of a ride."

    Bryatt grinned broadly. He couldn't help himself. For one, he definitely liked Setzer. He practically oozed sex appeal. Plus he was already aroused by the mere words slipping off his tongue. "You got yourself a plan, baby." And he leaned forward to kiss him right then and there.

    Setzer responded eagerly, wrapping one hand tightly around Bryatt's neck as the other came to wind around his waist, pulling their hips together.

    They both moaned.

    And Setzer kept moaning, thoroughly exploring every last inch of the other boy's mouth with his tongue. Their kiss was entirely brimming with lust, and they broke away only to breathe.

    "You are coming with me--*now*." With those orders, Setzer took Bryatt firmly by the wrist and started dragging him back inside in the direction of the bathroom.

    Ever so eagerly, Bryatt followed.

    Reeve rubbed his hand up and down his boyfriend's waist a little. He liked the feel of his arm around the smaller boy. They fit so well together. "I don't know. But Darren and Ben are making out over there."

    "There's a surprise," grinned Tseng, cuddling up to his boyfriend. "Well, I'm sure he's having fun, whatever he's doing."

    The two had been talking to Edgar for quite some time. They found him nice, although he carried around a substantial ego. Zidane hung on his every word. Just a minute ago he had dragged the handsome blonde off to the dance floor.

    "Just like we're going to have fun tonight?" Reeve chuckled lowly, his hands going around Tseng's waist as he pulled him close, bringing their chests together.

    "Yes..." Tseng breathed seductively, breathing over the other boy's lips. "Reeve? Can I make a request tonight?"

    "Anything..." he rumbled, returning the brush of the lips. Who cared if anyone was watching? They were all gay themselves.

    Except for Locke, but he was used to it.

    "Remember what I did to you...last night...?"

    "God yes. How could I forget?" He kissed him harder, enjoying the simple intimacy. "Mmm... Yes, you got it, darling."

    "Hey--"

    The couple broke apart, the third voice breaking their momentary privacy.

    "Sorry," Rory apologized hastily, holding up a hand in forgiveness. "Just wondering if you've seen Bryatt."

    "I was just wondering the same thing," Tseng told him, a little disappointed as Reeve removed his hands completely.

    He sighed in disappointment. "I see. He went off with Setzer. Guess I'll be alone tonight."

    Tseng raised a single eyebrow, picking up on the vibes he was getting. "Is that guaranteed?"

    "Basically," he shrugged, looking away.

    "Disappointed?" Tseng asked gently.

    Rory shrugged again, but it was written all over his face. "We're just friends. Have you seen Zidane then?"

    Watching him carefully, Tseng pointed him in the direction of the dance floor. Once Rory was gone, Gau came over, giving them both a smile.

    "Hey," he said, his British accent completely obvious in his voice. "I was talking to Ror, and I think you should know."

    "Know what?" Tseng raised an eyebrow, as did Reeve.

    "Ror has a crush on your friend. *Big* time."

    "Oh yeah?" Tseng grinned, not shocked in the least. "I could kind of tell."

    "He practically advertises it," Gau agreed.

    "Too bad Bryatt doesn't know," Reeve put in.

    "Yeah," sighed Tseng, looking at where Rory had pulled Zidane aside and was talking to him while Edgar stood listening. "Too bad."

   "Because he's a man whore," Edgar put in casually with a shrug. "Why do you think I keep dumping him?"

    "The minute I like someone, he has to sleep with him!" He touched Zidane's arm and reminded him, "He did that with you."

    "He did," Zidane agreed. "You should say something to him."

    "I'll probably just end up going off on him," he complained, retaining the scowl. "*God*. Fuck. I swear, if I lose Bryatt, I'll cry." He covered his mouth with one hand, and Zidane put a comforting arm around his shoulders.

    "Ror, relax," he soothed gently. "It's okay. Bryatt's not going to leave you."

    "Wow..." gaped Edgar. "You really like him."

    Rory nodded, wiping away a few stray tears that had managed to escape. "I do. I do. I can't help it."

    "I could say something to Setzer," offered Edgar.

    "Thanks, but I'll do it myself." Rory heaved a sigh, under composure now. Smiling at Zidane in thanks, he patted his hand gently. "Thanks."

    Bryatt moaned, accepting another hot kiss from the lips and tongue of Setzer. Their pants and underwear were tangled around their ankles, hands wrapped snugly around one another's shafts as they pumped one another to orgasm. Setzer's actions were as forward as his words, and he had the other boy pinned against the stall door. His kisses were hot and very wet. Their free hands were tangled in one another's hair, pulling the other closer.

    "Oh... God..." Bryatt groaned as their lips finally broke apart. He bent his head back, feeling flushed and he knew he was close to coming. "Ah... Ah..."

    Setzer leaned forward, breathing hotly in the other boy's ear, pumping faster. "God, you're so hot..." he half moaned, half whispered. "I can't *wait* till you're inside of me."

    "Oh..." And then their lips melted together again.

    Bryatt came first, but only seconds before Setzer did. Once Bryatt had recovered enough to think straight again, they cleaned one another off and redressed.

    "Aren't we the responsive one," Setzer grinned.

    He blushed a little, straightening his shirt. "So I've been told. But if you think *I'm* responsive, you should see Tseng."

    "Yeah, he's hot. What about Darren?"

    "Oh, you like him, huh?" Bryatt leaned against the wall of the stall, crossing his arms. "He's hot, I know, but you don't have a chance in hell."

    "Just tell me if he's a top or a bottom."

    "Oh, he's *so* a bottom. I think he's their reining king now."

    They both laughed.

    "Seriously, though, Ben is *very* protective," Bryatt met his eyes. "You better back off."

    Setzer shrugged. "I'll try. If I get yelled at though, I'll survive. It won't be the first time, and it probably won't be the last."

    Bryatt thought about that for a moment. Then he suggested he and Setzer join the others.