Jeremy sat across the table from Damon, staring him in the eyes. His foot tapped nervously on the ground. Damon was staring holes right through him. What was he thinking? "You blinked," Damon said. He grabbed the bottle of Jack and poured Jeremy some.

"It's no fair," Jeremy complained. "You're a vampire, of course you're going to win the staring contest."

"This was your idea," Damon reminded him. "Drink up, you promised." Jeremy downed the glass. Why was Damon even here anyway? Elena wasn't home. They never hung out just the two of them.

Damon drummed his hand impatiently on the table. It was almost like he was nervous, too. "What's your problem?" Jeremy asked.

"I'm going to jump straight to the point," Damon said.

"Please do," Jeremy said.

"We should have sex," Damon said.

Seven Hours Earlier:

Caroline was desperate. She had no date to the dance. No one was interested. Tyler was going with Hayley, Matt was going with Rebekah, and Stefan was just too uppity to go with anyone. She ran into Jeremy in the hall. Okay, Caroline. You can do this. Swallow your pride and ask Little Gilbert out. "Hey, Jer!" she said with false enthusiasm.

"Hey," Jeremy said.

"Do you have a date for the dance?" Caroline asked.

"Uhh... no," Jeremy said. "But I wasn't exactly looking.

"You should go with me," Caroline said, smiling her best fliratious smile and touching his arm lightly.

"I'm not really interested," Jeremy said.

Caroline's face fell. "Why not? Am I not pretty enough? Am I not popular enough? Is being alone really better than going out with me?"

"It's not that," Jeremy said, irritated that she was getting all emotional on him. "You know I'm gay, right?" He wasn't really sure how many people knew that. He wasn't technically out but he felt like it was pretty obvious.

"...oh," Caroline said. "That explains a lot."

I have to tell everyone.

"Okay," Jeremy said. He got up out of his chair and sat in Damon's lap, straddling his waist. He bit Damon's neck hard.

"Hey, I'm supposed to bite," Damon said. "I'm the vampire."

Jeremy pushed Damon onto the table with surprising force. It wouldn't have budged Damon, if it hadn't caught him totally off guard. The bottle of Jack Daniels laid forgotten and spilling. Jeremy climbed ontop of Damon and started fidgeting with the other man's belt.

"Jer... most people have sex in the bedroom," Damon pointed out. "What if Elena comes home?"

"...oh," Jeremy said. "I guess we could do that."

Damon left Jeremy's house feeling satisfied and just a little bit scared of what Elena would do when she figured out he fucked her little brother. When he got home he immediately looked for Stefan. "Honey, I'm home!" he called out sarcastically.

Stefan was sitting on the couch writing furiously in his diary. Damon rolled his eyes. "Don't you have better things to do?" he asked.

"It's therapeutic," Stefan said. "And I don't want to forget anything."

"What is there about today that you're going to need to remember, ten, fifty years down the road?" Damon asked.

"You wouldn't understand," Stefan said, closing his diary so his brother couldn't read it.

Damon plopped down on the couch next to Stefan. "Let me guess. Girl troubles."

Stefan groaned. "Can you just mind your own business for once?"

"You're writing about how sad you are that Elena doesn't love you," Damon suggested.

"You're a real dick sometimes, you know that?" Stefan said, running off to his room.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I write short chapters and skip the smut so just be aware of that. Please hit the story alert button and even better hit the review button, too.