Jeff's P.O.V.

I walk up to Sebastian's room and knock on the door. It's nearly noon and I haven't seen a trace of him or Nick all day. It's the summer after graduation and Nick and I are staying at Sebastian's for the week while his father is away on a business trip. I was really happy for them when they got together a few months ago, but lately I'm beginning to feel like the third wheel. They spend about 12 hours a day locked away in the bedroom together and it's kind of getting on my nerves. I knock again, "Hello? Are you guys alive in there?"

"Come in.." I hear Sebastian's voice murmur drowsily from behind the door. I walk in and sigh. They're both still in bed, wearing nothing as far as I can see, though there's blankets pulled up to their chests.

"Are you guys serious?" I ask, crossing my arms, "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Nick rolls his eyes and pulls himself out of bed, "What's it matter? It's summer vacation, why aren't you sleeping in?" He quickly pulls a pair of jeans on over his underwear and digs around for a shirt.

"I did sleep in," I answer plainly, running a hand through my hair, "I would say ten o'clock is pretty late.."

"But then again, you probably went to bed at a decent hour, right?" Sebastian mutters with a grin, getting up and stretching, "Nicky and I didn't fall asleep until after four..."

"I know. I could hear you two going at it from across the house. Pretty disturbing..." I reply with a scowl, "So actually I probably went to sleep around the same time you guys did."

Nick pulls a shirt on and pets me on the shoulder, "I'm sorry. You should have said something if we were bothering you..."

I sigh, "Yeah, I guess so. I didn't want to be rude and interrupt or anything. Plus is would be really awkward, you know what I mean?"

Sebastian shakes his head, quickly getting dressed, "I don't see what the big deal is. You've walked in on us before, it's not a big deal..."

"Yeah, I know. And every time I did it was an accident that I thoroughly regretted." I explain with a grimace, "Anyway, what do you guys wanna do today? And no, crawling back into bed and fucking isn't an option."

Nick walks over to the mirror and combs his hair, "I don't know. And I wasn't going to say anything like that, so you really didn't have to include that statement."

"Yeah, but I might have." Sebastian comments with a wink, "But um, I was thinking maybe we could hit up a club or something tonight?"

Nick bites his lip, "Why?"

"Because I wanna party and Jeffy here needs to get laid..." Sebastian laughs.

Nick and I both aren't particularly amused, but he quickly shakes it off, "I guess so. I just don't feel like dealing with a bunch of people hitting on you and whatnot, you know?"

His boyfriend shrugs, "It's no big deal. Besides, they're more likely to hit on you anyway..."

The three of us head to the mall where Sebastian picks out ridiculous outfits for all three of us to where to the club tonight. And by the time he has satisfied his shopping addiction for the day, it's after 7 o'clock and we head home to get ready.

Sebastian dumps the contents of all the bags out onto his bed and starts looking through the clothes, "So, um, Jeff, silver or gold?"

I shake my head, "I'm not wearing metallic pants, I told you that before you even bought them.."

Nick gives me a half smile, "They're not quite metallic...I don't know..."

Without bothering to wait for a further answer, Sebastian tosses the silver pants at me, "I guess wear those ones. I think they compliment your skin tone a little bit better."

I hold them out in front of me, a frown on my face as I take a good look at them, "Do I have to? They're just way too flashy..."

"Of course you do," Sebastian answers plainly, "Those things will be tight even on your scrawny ass legs. You'll be a dude magnet, I promise."

I fold the pants up and sit down on the side of the bed, staring blankly out the window. Truth be told, I don't even want to go clubbing at all, but arguing further won't do me any good. It's obvious Nick doesn't want to go either, but he does pretty much whatever Sebastian tells him to these days.

After Sebastian has everything sorted out, the three of us all change into the outfits he picked out for us. Along with my silver pants, I have a snug fitting black tank top and a matching scarf. I feel awkward and uncomfortable, but at least I'm not the only one. Nick is wearing red skinny jeans and vest buttoned half way up his chest with no shirt underneath. I walk over to him and flop my head on his shoulder, "Why in the name of god did you agree to this?"

He sighs, "Bas really wants to go. I'm not a fan of the outfit, but he insisted we have to dress appropriately for the venue, so..."

I frown, shaking my head, "You know you're starting to seem awfully whipped, right?"

"I'm not whipped," he argues, crossing his arms, "I'm just with someone who's very outgoing and I want to allow him to be himself and do what he wants to do."

"Even if it means you constantly doing things that you don't want to do?"

"Not constantly, but sometimes." he objects.

"Well I'm around you guys more than anyone else is, and it looks to me you guys are always doing what he wants. And I love him to death, but does he even ask you what you want to do every now and then?"

"Of cour-"

I shake my head, "That was a rhetorical question. He doesn't. You're whipped."

He looks down, "I'm not whipped, but you do have a point. I'll talk to him later, okay?"

"You don't have to tell me," I reply smoothly, "Just do it for your own sake."

Sebastian walks into the room, all glammed up with a grin on his face, "You guys ready to hit the road?"

Nick nods, "Yeah, I guess so. But um, I don't want you running off with any other guys, okay? If you just wanna dance or whatever, that's fine, but stay where I can keep an eye on you, okay?"

Sebastian rolls his eyes, "What are you my mom?"

"I'm serious." Nick replies, suddenly stern, "I really don't like the idea of going at all, but I won't deny you your fun. I'm more than happy to go with you, but I don't feel comfortable with you running off with god-knows-who. I'm not saying this because I don't trust you, I'm saying it because these kinds of places can be dangerous sometimes and I'm concerned for your safety."

His boyfriend looks taken off guard, but listens attentively and nods, "It's really not a huge deal, I know how to handle myself."

Nick puts his hand on his hip, "Maybe. But either way, just do it to give me peace of mine."

"Um, okay, I guess." Sebastian replies quickly, "Let's uh, get going, then..."

I give Nick a small smile as Sebastian walks outside to start the car, "Not bad, huh?"

He nods, his expression brightening, "Yeah, I'd say so. Thanks."

"Thank yourself. I didn't do anything."

We both head outside and join Sebastian in the car. I curl up in the backseat, wishing I could just go back inside and go to bed. I've never been to a club before and the idea of it makes me feel anxious and nervous. I'm sure it'll just be loud and boring, but there's still something that isn't sitting right in my stomach.