This chapter: chapter 1, was written by the self-proclaimed awesomeness that is Raining Skittles, aka. Chloe, Chlo-job, C-biscuit, Coco pops...etc. ^^ It's not very long, cause I have issues with story length (basically I can't make a story any longer, and trust me, I've tried.

Horray for collabs! :DDDD The next chapter will be written by the (ever epic) Sugarbubblegum333 :D And it shall no doubt amuse us all :DDDDD

Chapter 1

Written by Raining Skittles

Tam woke up that morning, and he immediately know something wasn't right.

The sheets he was wrapped in had an 'I just had sex' look to them and reeked of fabric softener; something which he never bothered to use. Plus, the material made it feel like he was wrapped in clouds. He also realised that he was naked, something that didn't alarm him very much since he usually woke up naked, next to some hot girl.

Where's the hot girl? Tam immediately sat up, only to pause as a foreign pain travelled up his back. Ouch! Why the fuck does my ass hurt? He pouted, and turned to see who was lying next to him.

He didn't have a great view, only that whoever it was had coppery colored hair, like steel.

Kinda like..."Rocco?"

The figure beside him rolled over, revealing the face of Tam's best friend. "Not now...mm sleepy..." Rocco muttered, still half asleep. His eyes were barely open, and he too looked like he was suffering from a massive hang-over, just going by the deep circles under his dark blue eyes.

As he brought up a hand to rub his sleep-covered eyes, the covers fell a little, revealing Rocco's bare stomach. He was naked too.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," Tam said, starting to hyperventilate. The noise he was making seemed to pull Rocco out of his daze, and the taller boy immediately said;"Tam, you OK?...wait, what?"

"Yes," Tam spat, "what. As in, what the fuck am I doing naked next to you."

"Oh..." Rocco put his lip, idly rubbing his forehead. "This...this is awkward."

"Yeah, you could say that," Tam replied, looking around. The room resembled some sort of expensive hotel suite; plush, pretty and new. Tam shrugged and started scanning the room for his clothes. The closest ones to him were his boxers, which were slung over the lamp on the bed-side table, looking like they had been flung carelessly. He grabbed them, and tugged them on, feeling less exposed.

"Er...Tam? Where are we?" Rocco asked carefully, knowing that his best friend wasn't in a very good mood.

"I-" Tam paused. "...I have no idea."

"Well...chances are we didn't do anything, if you know what I mean," Rocco said.

"Yeah, we're naked in the same bed with a hangover- we were obviously playing Strip Poker!" Tam raised his voice, his distress showing.

Rocco leaned over and grabbed his own boxers, which were on the floor and pulled them on, before turning back to his friend. "Well...we should check out where we are, then get some painkillers- if your hangover is anywhere near as bad as mine, we need it."

Tam never questioned Rocco- the older man always had an ability to think clearly when he had a bad headache, and when he stopped thinking a feeling of nausea came over him. Yeah, water would be good right now.

"I feel like I got ran over by a van," Rocco said, conversationally, as Tam grabbed his skinny jeans. "Y'know, I always did say that gay people were more likely to wear skinny jeans..."

Tam frowned. "Not cool." He grabbed his t-shirt off of the ceiling fan ("How did that get there?" Rocco just shrugged.) and pulled it on over his head, before bending down to pick up his hoody, giving Rocco a great view of his ass. Rocco coughed and looked away.

"OK, you ready?" The latino asked. The pair then opened the door.

Rocco frowned. "It appears that this may be a villa...and a wrecked one at that." It was true, there was a, empty hallway leading off from the door that was covered in debris, bottles, and various six-packs of toilet paper. They both walked down the hall, Tam having to step over a cabbage that was lying there.

"You've got caggage in your freaking muff!" Rocco said jokingly. He noticed a CD case on the floor and squinted. "Is that...a Maroon 5 CD?"

Tam smirked. "I dunno, you got moves like Jagger?"

"No- my dick does, though." Rocco replied.

Tam blushed slightly. Rocco didn't notice.

"Speaking of that- we need to do the sex test." Rocco stated, stopping in the middle of the hall, next to a pile of Tractor Digest magazines ('in this month's issue, get a limited edition key-chain!')

"The...what?" Tam raised an eyebrow, stopping in front of Rocco, and trying to ignore the fact that he had to look up to meet his friends eyes.

"Does your ass hurt?" Rocco deadpanned. Tam froze before he burst out laughing. "I'm being serious." Tam tried to stop laughing, but failed miserably, his jet black hair falling over his face in thick strands as he doubled over, still giggling.

"I'm sorry, but that was funny." Tam smiled, "and...yup." He blushed, again.

"Oh..." Rocco said. "Well, don't worry about it, I have boned many guys...you just happen to be one of them." Tam frowned, not because of what the taller boy had said, but because he knew Rocco, and could read him like a book. He was freaking out just as much as Tam was.

"Well, let's go...and get some water. OK?" The latino said, grabbing Rocco's wrist and pulling him along. They made it up to the door at the end of the hallway with only a minor distraction ("Oh my god! A blow up doll!" "Not now, Tam!") and pulled open the door. Immediately, Rocco spotted a sign hanging from it that had been...personalized.

Stay outa our room bitcheez unless you wanna see to horny guys gay out ;D

This personalized door hanger was purchased from 'Al's Just Hangin'. Tell your friends!

"Well, that's...original?" Tam said, just as a woman dressed in a maid's outfit spotted the pair. She put down her feather duster in a cart beside her, and trotted over, her face scrunched up as if something angered her.

"Next time you two want to do PDA," she stated, her voice tainted with distaste, "try to not do it in the foyer. Capisce?"

"Gesundheit!" Tam called after her.

"Well, that was strange," Rocco remarked, as soon as the woman was out of ear-shot.

"Really?" Tam asked.

"Yeah, I usually don't kiss and tell," Rocco winked, licking his lips. Tam blushed and playfully shoved him. They were interrupted by a man who held a clipboard and a package. He looked impatient and had a 'don't fuck with me' look in his startling green eyes. He wore a tux with a name-tag pinned to it saying Hello My Name Is _Nope, Chuck Testa_.

"Are you two the Fags of the Villa?" He drawled.

"That isn't very nice!" Tam exclaimed, and the man shoved a clip board in his face. The address printed on it said, in Tam's writing, 'The Fags of The Villa, Villa 2B, Ceasers Palace, Las Vegas.' "Well...that was...unexpected."

Rocco peered at it over Tam's shoulder. "Yup, that's us!" He announced to the man, earning a WTF look from Tam. He signed the clipboard and recieved the parcel. The man gave them a withering look before walking away.

"The staff here are so...cheery." Tam remarked, before turning back to his friend. "Did they say...Vegas?" The blow of what the clipboard had said suddenly hit him. He grabbed a seat on one of the plush sofa's as his headache decided to take a turn for the worst -he and Rocco had gotten drunk so many times that they were able to hide their hang-overs- that, and they would get fired if they walked in with one- but this time it was awful. "Holy shit!"

"Nice that you finally regard shit as holy," Rocco stated. "But, c'mon, we should get some water and figure this out!"

"In a second, I'm dying here," Tam muttered.

"Awww, poor you," Rocco smirked playfully.

Tam raised an eyebrow as though thinking of ways to commit homocide without leaving any evidence."Fuck you."

"You already did...well, I fucked you, but it's basically...I'm going to shut up now."

20 minutes later saw the pair sipping coffee and dosed with pain-killers, in the Hotel's resteraunt/ bar. They had found out since that they were, indeed, in Ceasers Palace in Las Vegas, Nevada, and that they had showed up yesterday drunk off their minds and had payed for a Villa with a massive wad of bills that neither knew where it had come from. This was all the lady at the front desk could tell the.

They eyed each other, warily, between sips and both thought about what they were going to say. Tam was the first to speak.

"So, what's the last thing you remember?" He asked, looking down at his cup.

"Er...we decided to get drunk as a celebration that the school year was over, so no more teaching." Rocco said, frowning as he tried to remember, his own steaming cup clenched tightly in his hands. "I got some...tablets that were supposed to make everything awesome- for a joke, of course."

"...and we ended up having sex? I'm not even gay!" Tam exclaimed, though he didn't sound sure, for reasons Rocco didn't know.

"I thought you were genderly tolerant?" Rocco responded.

"...whatever! How did we end up in Vegas?" Tam replied, taking a bite of a breakfast bagel and taking a bite out of it. "And- mmm, is this got chocolate in it? Yummy!" He quickly polished off the rest of the bread before smiling and patting his flat stomach. "That was gooood."

"Ignoring that, I think...well...erm...oh! Check your pockets!" Rocco said. Tam raised an eyebrow but did so.

"I have: condoms; a ring; two reciepts...one to Sunshine Studios Tattoo and Piercing Parlour, and the other to adopt an animal! YAY! I now own a platypus called Igor!; half an animal cracker and a clip in hair extension. It's blue, in case you were wondering." Tam said, grinning as though he was happy at the prospect of being able to have blue in his hair...and having his own semi-aquatic egg laying mammal of action called Igor.

"Well...ok, then. I have: two tickets to Pretty Princess in the Forest on Ice (what the fuck?); a lollipop; a ring; and some Dorito's-" He caught the look on Tam's face "-and, no, you cannot eat them!"

"Oooh, Pretty Princess in the Forest on Ice? I've been waiting for that to come out!" Tam grinned, though he pouted at the loss of some Dorito's.

"Y'know..." Rocco started, surprise obvious in his voice, "you're taking the news that we had sex very well."

"I was intentionally trying to block it, to tell you the truth," Tam replied, wrinkling his nose. "Besides, I try not to make a habit of fucking guys...you're my first." He admitted in a small voice.

Rocco smirked. "Awwww, I'm not that bad!-" his voice turned to shock "-and really? Your first?"

Tam blushed. "I wouldn't remember that. And, yes. Wait- what are the rings for?" He asked, suddenly remembering the rings that had been in both his and Rocco's pockets. Tam felt a rush of dread, it was bad enough that he and Rocco had had sex while drunk/ drugged, but what if they had...oh, god, it didn't bare thinking about!

"Well, we'll probably find out soon enough- wait a second, tattoo parlour? Did you get a piercing or something?" Rocco asked.

Tam frowned. Now that his headache had died down, he did feel a slight pain in his lower back that wasn't from sex. He stood up with his back to Rocco, and pulled up his shirt, exposing tan, muscled skin. "Do you see anything?"

Rocco forced his eyes off of Tam's muscles and snorted as something else immediately caught his eye. "Oh my fucking god!" He laughed. The tattoo on Tam's lower back was small, but written in black calligraphy: Rocco. It was outlined in white, which made it even more visible on the latino. "Dude, my name's on your back!"

"Woah, that isn't awkward." Tam said, sarcastically, tying to contort his body so he could look at the tattoo himself. He changed his voice to overly lovey-dovey, "I can take you everywhere with me, now!"

"Oh, shut up! What's that?" Rocco asked, looking at a part of the tattoo the size of a ladybug that was raised and shiny. "Dude, it's a hypodermal! Niiiceee~" he drawled.

Tam rolled his eyes, but the two were cut from further conversation by a couple in their early twenties who pushed past them, obviously in the middle of a fight.

The woman -who had bright blue, curly hair that was very eye-catching- was crying. "I can't believe you!" She cried, the ringlets falling over her face.

The man replied, "I swear I didn't mean it, Sadie! I was drunk! We all do shit things when we're drunk!" Tam felt like raising his glass of orange juice, and saying 'here, here'.

"You don't sleep with other men!" She cried. "I thought you were straight!"

Rocco and Tam made eye-contact, and decided to butt in.

"Erm, excuse us, guys? Are you OK?" Rocco asked, feeling awkward.

The woman, who Rocco assumed was called Sadie, was too upset to tell him to go away, just let everything out. "H-he slept with my gay best friend!" She cried, pointing at the man, who had the decency to look ashamed.

"Oh~ well, look, you two need to sort it out, and me and my friend-" Rocco guestured to Tam, who waved "-are in a similar situation. Can we buy you a drink?"

"I'd like that," Sadie said with a small smile, looking at her partner but not meeting his eyes.

Sadie and Mark (Tam and Rocco had subsequently found out that that was the man's name) sat side-by-side, and listened with silence and amusement as Tam and Rocco spun their tale of waking up in the same bed, with only two reciepts; a tattoo; a blow-up doll; a door sign; and, two rings to point them in the direction of what exactly did the night before.

They had grabbed a larger table in the spacious resteraunt/ bar. The place was nearly empty, as it was around midday, and most people were outside in the pool, enjoying the wonderful Nevada sun, which was a far cry from the thin, cold South Park air, or the smoggy air of New York.

"Well, that's...unusual," Mark stated, putting his head in his hands, after they had finished their story. "But I don't see how it helps us."

"Well, look at Sadie," Tam replied, looking at her, himself (and trying with visible effort not to just stare at her budding breasts). "Do you love her?"

"Of course!" Mark replied.

"Do you regret cheating on her?" Tam pressed.

"With all my heart."

"What would you do to get her back?"

"Anything!"

"Anything?" Tam questioned.

"Yes."

Sadie slowly smiled. "I love you, too, Mark." She said, and Mark looked up with an amusingly hopeful expression on his face, kinda like a puppy when it see's that you've got food, and it tries to do the puppy-dog eyes to get it.

"Still?" He asked, eyes wide and even more (if possible) hopeful.

"Still," Sadie agreed, and Mark immediately pulled her into his arms, and kissed her sweetly.

Somehow, the act of kindness that the two had did seemed to make both the friends at ease as well. It was satisfying, watching as the couple exchanged 'I love you's' and both stood up to leave. Mark did so after waving goodbye to Tam and Rocco, but Sadie leaned over to speak to them.

"You know," she started, "I hope you find out what the rings are for. You two make a good couple...think about that." With that, she walked away to no doubt have make-up sex with Mark, leaving Tam and Rocco to stare at each other, a kindred thought playing on their minds.

...We do?

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