It would be exactly 2 months soon. 2 months ago, Jeff Davis asked out Chip Esten, and they started to become… a thing. The whole concept scared both of them more than they were willing to admit, but Jeff didn't show that at all. Like in everything he did, he was strong and confident, not caring what other people thought or said when gossip came around. Of course, Greg and Ryan knew about their relationship way before they even did, and didn't have a problem with it. If anything, they were relieved that the tension was finally gone.

Bang, bang, bang. "Hey, wake your ass up! We gotta leave in an hour!" Jeff groaned as he listened to Ryan yell through the hotel door. Bang, bang, bang. "We're not going to miss our flight again, so get up!" There was a sleepy moan coming from the other side of the room. "Get the dooooor," Chip managed. Jeff sighed and stood up, stumbling over in his boxers to finally shut Ryan up. "God, finally you're… Jeff. I didn't expect to see you here in Chip's room," Ryan mentioned with a hint of surprise in his voice. "Anyways, we have to leave in an hour, so be ready this time." Jeff merely nods in response, still too tired to form words. He goes back inside and flops on the right side of the bed.

"What time is it?" Jeff mumbles into his pillow. "Almost noon," Chip says in the same fashion. However he then takes a deep breath and sits up, rubbing his eyes and taking a nervous glance around the room for signs of damage. It wasn't too trashed; it was something that he would probably try to clean up a bit, just for the hell of making someone else's job easier. "Come on, you need to shower, believe me," Chip said, shaking Jeff back awake. "You're so cute when you lecture me on hygiene," Jeff retorts sleepily, propping himself up. "Why is there potpourri all over the ground?" he asked. "You tossed the bowl of it into the air in a drunken stupor last night, praying it would turn into confetti midflight." Now Jeff was confused. "I didn't get dru—oh man, here's the hangover."

"Yeah, sucks doesn't it?" Chip laughed, kissing him on the head. "Why don't you have one?" Jeff grumbled, rubbing his temples. "I was smart, and didn't get drunk," he says as he starts to get dressed. "You know what's supposed to cure hangovers? Sex." Chip nearly fell over at the statement. "Um, come again?" he stuttered. "I wish. Seriously though, sex is supposed to help with hangovers!" Jeff finally sat up and looked at a flustered Chip. "So what do you say?"

Chip was more surprised at the fact that he still got shocked at the things that Jeff said. "We have 45 minutes, and you still need to get ready…" They hadn't done anything that serious before. Well, it was serious to him at least, not to Jeff. This was just one of the few things that annoyed him, because he actually cared. "Oh come on Chip. It'll be fine," Jeff pleaded, trying to convince him. Chip bit his lip, eyes shifting around the room and avoiding Jeff's. "Fine, maybe not sex. But something?" he sighed in defeat. Chip looked back up and smiled, sliding next to him on the bed. Jeff crawled on top of him happily and kissed him on the lips.

"There's plenty of time, trust me." And Chip did, for some strange reason. Though he was older, he always felt a little more secure when he was around and taking charge. Before he could reply, Jeff's tongue found his way into his mouth, his hands sliding under his t-shirt. Their bodies moved together like they were one person, and through labored breathing you could hear the moans. Time went on slowly, treasuring every moment of ecstasy. "I think that my hangover might be going away," Jeff joked as Chip ran his tongue down his body. He chuckled under his breath and paid attention to his younger counterpart. After a moment Jeff let out a louder moan, and he looked back up smugly. However he also caught a glance at the clock, which now read 12:55. "Jeff! We need to go, now," he snapped, getting up to Jeff's dismay. "Do we really? I mean… oh fuck." He let out a string of obscenities as he ran around the room and found his clothes, putting on deodorant and cologne to mask the scent of partying from last night.

Chip was already dressed again and getting his bag together, in the process also throwing the rest of Jeff's things in a pile too. They finally composed themselves and ran out the door, bumping into Ryan on their way down the stairs. "Geez Ryan, you're going to make us late," Jeff said as he continued downward. "Sorry!" Chip hollered back, trying to keep up. They all convened in front of the van and were on their way to the airport.

"So what were you two doing that would cause such a delay?" Greg asked, already knowing the answer. Chip was sure his face was now turning red, but Jeff was able to quip back a response. "See, I showered, something that you are obviously unfamiliar with," he said, scrunching up his face. Jeff had drowned himself in cologne, so he smelled almost too good. Chip didn't mind though, he found it really sexy and it was his favorite scent.

They finally arrived and went through security, getting noticed here and there and signing a few autographs. Jeff held Chip's hand, and while he didn't pull away, he couldn't shake the feeling that people were staring at them or talking about them. "Will you come with me to get a cup of coffee?" Jeff asked Chip, who checked his watch. "Boarding starts soon, so we can't take too long." Jeff rolled his eyes and helped him out of his seat, leading him to a Starbucks. They got closer to it, but never actually stopped. "Um, Jeff?" He looked back at Chip and sent him a boyish grin. "Trust me, okay? I have an idea." They walked for a long time until they reached an empty terminal. Jeff grabbed Chip's shirt and pulled him close, pushing him against the wall and not leaving an inch between them. "How about a little fun?" he breathed.

"What are you doing?" Chip responded with a nervous laugh. Jeff's deviant smile came across once again. "I'll show you." He kissed his neck, nipped at it; let his hands trapeze over Chip's body. Chip embraced him, but in the back of his mind didn't think that this was the time or the place. "Do you really think we should be doing this now?" he asked, hating that he always had to be the responsible one. Jeff only pressed against him harder, the fresh scent of peppermint masking the pungent alcohol. "Oh please, you talk too much. Relax," Jeff whispered into his ear, leaving him enticed. "Live a little. We'll be fine."

Chip decided to go with it, to leave this one up to someone else for a change. He now was returning all of the playful bites, the tugging of his hair. There was no one in their world except for them. No Ryan or Greg to interrupt, no one to worry about or take care of. Things finally felt right, when… Jeff pulled away from him. "There are two things pressing up against my thigh right now, and one of them is vibrating." Chip hadn't noticed, but he pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered it.

"Hello?

"Where the hell are you guys? We're already on the plane," Ryan snarled.

"Fuck. We're on our way now."

"Getting coffee my ass."

Click. He hung up, and Chip shoved his phone back in his pants. "Jeff we have to leave now, they already started boarding." He let out an exasperated groan and gave Chip one more deep kiss. "Fine, if we have to." They sped back to their own terminal and ran over to a woman who worked there. "This is our flight, we need to get on," Chip said urgently. "Sorry sir, we already made last call." Jeff stepped in front of him. "Listen, my name is Jeff Davis, and we both have a big improv show to do. Now come on, won't a pretty lady like you let us on the plane?" The woman's expression remained unchanged. "I'm sorry, but we can't let anyone else on. Security issues."

Chip glared at Jeff, who looked down at his shoes in guilt. "Alright, thanks," he grumbled to the worker, silently cursing her out along with Jeff. He got back out his phone and sent a text to Ryan saying that they would have to catch the next one. "Hey, at least now we can go back to what we were doing," Jeff purred as he put his arm around Chip, sitting down where they were before. He shrugged him off and stood up. "Just leave me alone, okay?" He then trudged off in the opposite direction, leaving Jeff with his head in his hands.

"Fuck."