2 years ago

"Adam. Adam. Adam. ADAM!"

Adam just about jumped right out of bed as Jay screamed right in his ear. He glared up at his best friend, his heart pounding at about a million miles a minute. "What the hell was that for?" he asked angrily. "Were you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Jay rolled his eyes. "I've been trying to wake your ass up for the past twenty minutes."

"Why?" Adam asked. He glanced at the clock and sighed unhappily. "It's only eleven in the morning. I told you not to get me up before three."

"Yeah well, there's more important things to do than sleeping," Jay replied.

"Like what?"

"Like getting off your ass and getting the money to pay your share of the rent."

Adam blinked in surprise. "The rent isn't due until next weekend."

Jay shook his head. "No, it's due this weekend. And Chris and I don't have the money to pay your share this time."

"Fuck," Adam muttered. This was not good. He didn't have 250 bucks to his name. "That sucks." He rolled out of bed and immediately wished that he hadn't. His head was absolutely throbbing and his mouth tasted like stale booze. Once again, he had a hangover.

"Maybe you should go out and get a job," Jay suggested bluntly.

Adam glared at him. "You say that like I haven't been looking for one for the past four months." He walked over to his dresser and grabbed the bottle of aspirin that was sitting on it. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a job right now?" he asked as he opened the bottle and popped two pills into his mouth.

"Well you might have found one by now if you hadn't gotten yourself fired for punching your boss in the face," Jay pointed out.

Adam smirked. He remembered that day fondly. Four months ago he had been working at a convienance store. The owner of that store was a guy named Eric Bischoff, and he was a complete asshole. Adam hadn't liked him at all, and he had just been looking for an excuse to pop that little weasel. His chance had come one day when John (his boyfriend at the time) had come in. When Eric believed that he wasn't paying attention, he had hit on dear JoMo. That had been a big mistake. Everyone always told Adam that he was the jealous type, and he proved that to be true once again that day. He had beat the snot out of Bischoff and was lucky that charges hadn't been filed against him. He had roughed up Bischoff pretty good.

"Assclowns! Which one of you stole my leather pants?" Chris yelled from the other room.

Adam looked at Jay and realized the slightly younger man was wearing the leather pants in question. "Your boyfriend is gonna get pissed," he pointed out. "You know how protective he is of those pants."

Jay glared at him. "You just keep your mouth shut over there," he ordered. "If you just keep your big fat mouth shut, he might not even--"

At that moment, the door opened and in walked Chris. He looked right at Jay and immediately went nuts. "Theif! Thos are my pants! Give them back!"

Jay looked at Chris in disbelief. "You can't be serious," he said. "We've been dating for three years and I'm seriously not allowed to wear your clothes?"

Chris pouted. "Those are my favorite pants though. What if something happens to them when you're wearing them? I won't get a chance to say goodbye to them."

Adam rolled his eyes. "You're a dork Irvine."

"Fuck off Copeland," Chris replied.

Jay smirked. "You know what Chris? If these pants are so important to you, I'll take them off...if you make it worth the trouble that is." He cockedh is eyebrow and gave Chris what was supposed to be a sexy look. Adam just thought it made him look like a retarded duck, but apparently that got Chris's motor running He was grabbing Jay by the hand and dragging him out of the room before Adam could blink.

"Weirdos," Adam muttered under his breath. He changed his clothes and then went to the bathroom so he could brush his teeth. The sounds that were coming from Jay and Chris's room were already obnoxiously loud even though they had just gotten started, so Adam decided to do the smart thing and leave. For a minute he thought about going to look for the job he was in desperate need of, but at the last minute he decided to head down to Piper's Pit instead.

Piper's Pit was a bar that served as the main hangout for Adam and all of his friends. Roddy Piper (the owner of the place) liked all of them enough to give them some pretty good discounts on all the food and booze they wanted. Adam was particularly interested in the booze right at the moment. If he was going to have to try to find a job, he was going to need some extra help.

As he was getting into his car, he looked across the street at the park that was there and saw John hanging all over his new boyfriend Drew. It immediately became hard for him to resist the urge to go over there and kick that Scottish bastard's ass. Even though he and John had been broken up for a couple of months, it was still hard for him to accept the fact that John wasn't with him anymore. He'll come back, he told himself as he got in his car. That fucker McIntyre won't be able to keep him satisfied for long and then he'll be right back by my side, where he belongs.

He put the key into the ignition and tried to start the car up. It made a loud groaning noise and tried to refuse to work. "Oh hell no," he muttered. "No no no. You are NOT doing this you piece of shit." He turned the key again, growling when all the car did was sputter and act like it wasn't going to start. He stopped for a minute and took a deep breath. "One more time," he muttered. "Just one more fucking time." He turned the key yet again, and this time the vehicle roared to life. "That's better," he muttered. "That's a good girl." Yeah, I definitely need a new fucking job like right now. I need to put away some money to get a new car. My luck with this one is about to run out.

Luckily though, his luck with that one didn't run out on his way to the bar. He parked as close to the building as he could get and then went inside. There were a few people at various tables who were eating lunch, and James, Randy, Daffney and Amy were all sitting at the bar, having a beer. "Oh yay, I don't have to drink alone," Adam said happily as he sat down next to James. "I was worried that I was going to look like a loser."

James smirked. "Shouldn't you have been more worried about looking like an alcoholic?"

"Psh! Yeah right. Like I worry about that." Adam looked around. "Where's Hot Rod?"

"In the back getting us some hot wings," Randy answered. He was taking the peanuts out of the bowl they had been in and was lining them up all in a row. This usually meant that he was getting ready to flick them at random people. "Where are Chris and Jay?"

"At home fucking," Adam replied. He climbed up over the counter and grabbed himself a beer before climbing back on to his stool. "But before they got started on that, Jay informed me that I need to come up with my share of the rent."

"You say that like it's a problem," Randy observed.

"It is," Adam confirmed. "I don't have the money, and even if I get a job today, I've only got two days until Friday. There's no place that's gonna pay me over two hundred bucks just for a day or two of work." He opened his beer and was about to take a drink out of it when a brilliant idea hit him. It was so fantastic that he didn't know why he hadn't thought of it sooner. "Hey James?" he said innocently. "How's business for you?"

James raised his eyebrows. "Good...are you fishing for money Copeland?"

"Well...I'm fishing for a one day job that pays me the 250 I need for rent." Adam wasn't really interested in a full time position with Likansuk Porn. The people who worked for James were more than a little strange, and they were just too creepy for him to stand being around for more than a day.

James chuckled. "Come by the building tomorrow and I'll have Julie give you something to do."

"Sweet." Adam took a drink of his beer and peeked down at the girls. "So what's with you two? Are things not well in Lesbo Land?"

Daffney started playing with Amy's hair. "My poor baby has a problem," she said sadly. "Masters quit the band so now she's missing a guitarist." Amy was in a band called the Luchagores and they regularly played here at Piper's place alongside Chris's band Fozzy. This Saturday though, both bands had been scheduled to take part of the Battle of the Bands that was going to take place in McMahon Park. Bands from all over the state were supposed to be coming in and the winning band got a thousand dollars, and the chance to possibly sign a deal with a record label. It was a pretty big deal, to say the least.

James shook his head. "That's all that's wrong?"

Amy glared at him. "That's all? That's all? How can you say that to me right now?" She looked ready to get up and kick his ass.

"I didn't mean that like it sounded," he told her. "Look, Cooper used to play guitar in high school and I know he still fucks around with the damn thing from time to time. Why don't you just go to the house and ask him to be your guitarist? The boy's smarter than hell; if you give him a crash course in your songs I'm sure he'll pick it up by Saturday."

Amy brightened right up. "Really?"

"Would I have said it if I didn't mean it?"

She squealed happily. "Thanks James!" She got up and gave him a great big kiss on the cheek before running out the door. Daffney laughed and quickly chased after her. Just seconds later, Roddy came out with a whole big thing of hot wings. "Adam!" he said as he set the wings down. "Don't tell me you scared away the girls again!"

"It wasn't me this time," Adam said. "Amy's desperate need for a guitarist sent her running out the door."

"And where she goes, the Scream Queen follows," Randy offered helpfully.

Roddy frowned. "Wait, I thought one of those two played the guitar."

"No, Amy sings, Daffney plays the drums and Rob is on the bass. Masters played the guitar but he quit, so now they're gonna go see if Cooper will join them," James explained.

"Oh." Roddy looked at Adam. "Chris is gonna be at that big thing on Saturday, right?"

Adam nodded. "It's all he's talked about for weeks...excluding this morning when he took the time to bitch about his leather pants."

"Well then!" Roddy said, grabbing a beer of his own and holding it up. "I would like to make a toast to the Luchawhores and Fuzzy. May the two best bands in this shit hole of a city win!"

Randy frowned. "Uh, Hot Rod? It's the Luchagores and Fozzy, not--"

"The bands are gonna be whatever I tell them to be," Roddy interrupted. "Got it?"

Randy and Adam nodded while James laughed. There was no arguing with Roddy. He was too stubborn to give in, even if he was wrong. The Luchawhores and Fuzzy, Adam thought, shaking his head in amusement. I bet Amy and Chris will just love those names.

....

"What in the hell happened to your table?" Phil asked.

Jeff sighed as he grabbed a bag of potato chips out of the pantry. "The bridal magazines are eating it," he replied. "It's a terrible, terrible thing." He began trying to sort through the mess, looking for his I-pod, which had innocently been left there that morning. The magazines had not been there that morning and he wished that they weren't there now. All the wedding stuff was driving him absolutely insane. "I really wish Matt and Eve would just elope," he said unhappily. "I swear, if I hear any more wedding talk, I'm going to fucking puke."

"Watch your mouth Jeffrey," Gil warned as he walked into the room.

Jeff sighed. "Sorry Dad," he said, not actually meaning it. He finally managed to find his I-pod and shove it in his pocket. "Thank God," he muttered. "I thought I had lost it forever."

Gil shook his head at Jeff before looking at Phil. "Jeffrey here told me that your cousin Daffney is in some kind of competition this weekend," he said gruffly. "And he says she invited the both of you to come stay with her and her family for the weekend so you can go too."

Phil nodded, even though some of that was a lie. Jeff had told his father that they would all be staying with Daffney's parents, when in reality, they were only staying with Daffney and her girlfriend Amy. Gil was old fashioned when it came to homosexual relationships, so Jeff decided not to risk not being able to go by telling the whole truth. "Yes sir," Phil said. "We really really want Jeff to come with us."

Gil studied Phil carefully before looking at Jeff. "If you're going to go, you need to get all your chores done by Friday," he said. "And your homework needs to be done too."

Jeff nodded. "I can manage that."

"And would you please call that Maria girl that keeps calling and asking for you? She seems really nice and all you're doing is ignoring her."

Jeff grunted unhappily. He had no intention of calling Maria back, but he wasn't going to tell his dad that. That would lead to a whole bunch of questions that he didn't want to answer. "Come on," he said to Phil. "Let's go watch TV up in my room."

Phil gladly followed Jeff upstairs. The two of them managed to get to Jeff's room without running into Matt or Eve. "Finally," Phil said, locking the door behind them before kissing Jeff. Jeff moaned happily as they stumbled back on to the bed. He had been secretly dating Phil for six months now. It was hard to keep a secret in a place like Cameron, but so far, the only other person who knew about their relationship was their friend Shannon.

"You sure you want to do this with everyone in the house?" Phil asked in between their heated kisses. "We could get caught."

Jeff grinned. "That's what's fun though." He unbuckled Phil's jeans and freed the raven haired teenager's cock from it's confines. The possibility of getting caught excited him and it fuled him to hungrily take Phil's dick into his mouth. Phil barely muffled his moan before it escaped his lips, which made Jeff giggle. To be honest, the whole Battle of the Bands thing was the least of their priorities. The real reason they wanted to go away for the weekend was so they could have sex without worrying about their parents walking in and catching them in the act.

"Fuck," Phil whispered, grabbing a fist full of Jeff's blonde hair. "Your fucking mouth is amazing babe."

If Jeff had been able to, he would have smirked right then and there. But since he couldn't, he just sucked Phil even harder. Phil was working hard on controling how loud the noises that were coming out of his mouth were, but Jeff made that really hard when he probed his tongue into the drippling slit. "Jeff get up here," Phil ordered. "Right now."

Jeff took his mouth away from Phil's cock and quickly discarded his jeans. "You want me baby?" he asked as he straddled Phil's lap and began positioning himself over the engorged cock.

Phil nodded. "Yeah. I want you real bad."

Jeff giggled. I can tell that. He sat down quickly, filling himself with every inch of Phil's member in one swift movement. Their kiss muffled their moans, although they probably had been a little louder than they should have been. At that point though, they were having a hard time caring. Phil grabbed Jeff's waist and helped him set a quick pace. Normally they liked to take a little bit more time, but if they didn't hurry, they could get interrupted before they actually finished.

"God damn Jeff," Phil muttered, reaching up Jeff's shirt and teasing the blonde's nipples with his fingers. "You feel so fucking good."

Jeff whimpered as he wrapped his arms around Phil's shoulders. He wanted to tell Phil to take him and fuck him through the fucking bed. He wanted Phil to make it hurt. But Phil wouldn't do that. Phil cared too much to make it hurt like he sometimes wanted it to. Jeff found that both sweet and irritating at the same time.

For a moment, they both could have sworn that they heard someone walking by the room. Phil cast a fearful look at the door but Jeff immediately grabbed his face with one hand and kissed him while stroking himself with another. "Phil...fuck...oh God." He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Phil's as hard as he could as he came all over Phil's shirt. Phil groaned and came inside of Jeff almost at the same time.

"Hey Jeff!" Matt yelled. It sounded like he was down the hall. "Dad wants to know if Phil is staying for dinner!"

Jeff opened his eyes and looked at Phil. Phil just sighed. "I can't go down there with cum on my shirt," he said.

Jeff smirked. "I think I have one just like it in my closet," he assured him. He looked back towards the door. "Yeah, he's staying!" he yelled at Matt. He got off of Phil and grabbed his pants. "Come on Philly. Let's get you something clean to wear."