Note: I don't plan on updating quite so fast but I want to get the first three chapters up showing each of the three main characters perspectives so the idea of where this story is going is more clear. I'll try and get Lydia's chapter up soon, I know Jackson's chapter ended a little abruptly so hopefully this one will help provide some plot direction.

Chapter 2 - Danny

Danny woke up with a groan, his head throbbing like someone had been using it as a piñata and he was sure there were bogs that tasted better than whatever must've died in his mouth.

The events of the previous night were a blur, the only thing he could really remember was dancing with Jackson before the booze haze made everything hard to recall. He didn't dare to open his eyes, knew the morning light wouldn't agree with his headache.

Lying in his bed with his eyes clenched shut two things became apparent. First off he was sleeping on top of something lumpy and it was digging into his side uncomfortably. The second thing, and far more disturbing, was the warm body which was currently wrapped in his arms. A very naked body by the feel of it. He didn't dare open his eyes for fear of the light taking a backseat to his fear of finding out who he managed to pick up and ditch Jackson for.

Danny allowed himself the small satisfaction that at least the guy is fit. Danny hadn't moved since waking, not wanting to wake the man up so his arms were still wrapped around the mans waist. The guy was a little on the thin side but Danny could feel the defined muscle tone of his abs.

Danny allowed his mind to wonder. Headache and bog mouth aside this was what he really wanted, to wake up every morning with someone wrapped in his arms, and the well defined stranger just fit perfectly. He hopped they got along sober as the appeared to have while drunk. The warmth of the other mans body mixed with his wandering mind caused his cock to stir. Disgustingly the reaction made him realize that he was still wearing the condom they must have used last night and wasn't that just the most disgusting thing.

His wayward companion shuffled in his sleep, his ass rubbing up against Danny's cock and Danny instinctively thrust forward, his cock sliding between the mans cheeks, lightly brushing up against the his asshole.

"Fuck me," the man hissed out in pain and Danny became confused because he recognized that voice.

His eyes flung open and he sprang out of bed far faster than was good for a hangover. His head throbbed violently in protest as he looked down at his bed, which actually wasn't his at all. It was very much so Jackson's large king size bed equipped fully with blankets which cost more than three months of his car loan payments. On said bed was his best friend Jackson scowling while he tries to check out his ass and hissing in pain whenever he dared poke at it.

Danny was certain that all the evidence pointing towards them having had sex was merely circumstantial. There was no way, it wasn't possible. Jackson wasn't gay and he wasn't Danny's type. He knows this because he tells himself so every day, twice a day when they have to shower after a lacrosse match.

A thud sound echoed to his right and he looked down to find a pink pursue lying on the floor. He eyed it curiously wondering what the hell it was doing here when he realized that had been the lumpy object he had fallen asleep on. Another thud, well more of a squish sound really, makes Danny forget the purse. It was small potatoes in the scheme of things right now. He didn't look down to see what made that noise, he knew and really had no desire to see the used condom laying on the floor mocking him.

"I don't really get why you're the one freaking out here." Jackson's voice is far to calm for the situation they're in, it doesn't serve to calm him any either, makes him want to freak out more. "You're gay, waking up with incredibly hot guy shouldn't be anything new. Besides I'm the supposedly straight man who just woke up with a sore ass and in bed with his gay best friend. I think I have more of a right to freak out than you do."

"Why aren't you freaking out?" Danny eyed Jackson curiously. He knew Jackson well, as well as anyone could but sometimes his friend was a complete mystery.

"Eh, so we had sex not a big deal. Now if it had been bad sex, that's a whole other story," Jackson said sounding very nonchalant about the who debacle. He watched as Jackson climbed out of bed and tried looking over his shoulder to check out his ass. "It was definitely an interesting experience, I always thought you'd be a tender lover. Boy was I wrong."

"What do you mean?" Danny was always gentle with anyone he slept with, especially if it was their first time, which for Jackson he knew it would have been. The rougher sex never kicked in until after dating for awhile and even then it wasn't anything as extreme as the tone of Jackson's voice seemed to suggest.

"You don't remember, do you?" Jackson asked sounding, he had to be wrong, but he sounded sad, almost offended.

"No, I don't remember much after we got on the dance floor." Danny tried to focus on what happened after the dancing but came up blank, but his mind did helpfully remind him that he had a boyfriend. "Shit, Jake is going to kill me, I'm so going to be single after this."

"Good to know I don't even register on your list of memorable fucks." And wow, Jackson actually sounded disappointed about that. "Don't worry about Jake, I think you two broke up after you decked him for decking me."

Danny rubbed his fingered against his temple trying to quell his ever mounting headache. He was sure this morning was a bad dream, he and Jackson never actually slept together and he never actually punched his boyfriend. He really needed to get out of here the morning after events were to much. He opened his eyes trying to locate his cloths and noticed the purse. Curiosity got the better of him and he had to ask.

"Why do you have a purse, Jacks?"

"Oh, right. I forgot about that." Jackson smiled clearly remembering fondly something Danny wished he could remember. "Last night after you floored Jake we decided to leave, but your ex Nelly just happened to come in as we were leaving. We ended up staying for some more drinks and somewhere along the way I thought it would be funny to steal his pursue, so I grabbed it and took off with you."

Danny couldn't remember much of the details but bumping into Amy rang a bell. "His name is Amy, please don't call him Nelly." He really didn't like Jackson teasing him, Amy had been nice, far nicer than most his boyfriends. Things didn't work out because, yes he was a little too effeminate for Danny's taste, but they had parted on good terms.

"Yeah, whatever." Jackson sounded petulant and if Danny didn't know Jackson better he would've thought jealous. "I'm going to shower, you staying?"

"Nah, I should take off. Didn't plan on staying out and don't want my folks to worry." It was a lame excuse and Danny felt more than a little sick with himself for using it. He'd never been one to just up and leave after having sex, the fact that he was doing it to his best friend who just broke up with his girlfriend made him feel so much worse.

Danny just couldn't take it anymore, knowing that he had had sex with Jackson last night, something he had wanted to do ever since discovering his sexuality, but not being able to remember it was infuriating. He looked towards Jackson and for the first time that morning really took him in. He had love bites littered everywhere. Up his neck, several on his chest, and two prominent bruises on his hips forming hand shapes. He was sick with himself because he clearly hadn't been gentle in the slightest, and no ones first time should've been like that.

"Sure, see ya around." Jackson didn't bother to even look at Danny and just disappeared into the bathroom, not long later he heard the shower turn on.

Danny sighed, this wasn't meant to have happened. He purposefully took Jackson to a gay bar to prevent him from making a mistake one night stand and now he probably just screwed up their friendship.

He gathered up his cloths and cringed as he slipped into his the grungy used garments. He made sure to take Amy's bag and headed out the room. He needed somebody to talk to and the bag was a good enough excuse as any to stop by an exes and maybe get some advice.

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