Disclaimer: See initial chapter.

A/N: It has been awhile. Not sure how I feel about this, but this is what came to me in the writing. It does get a bit...graphic toward the end (masturbation), but the boys are both adults in this college AU, and it's not overly graphic.

Features lyrics from: Leslie Gore's, "It's My Party"; The Angels', "My Boyfriend's Back"; Jerry Lee Lewis', "Great Balls of Fire"


"'It's my party and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if I want to. You would cry, too, if it happened to you,'" Benny's off key singing reverberated in the small bathroom, but he didn't care.

It was a special day, after all, and this song was very apropos. It was his special day, and he'd cry, or sing, if he wanted to. He was dancing in the shower, and nearly slipped and split his head open on the faucet, but thankfully regained his footing before that could happen. The near mishap didn't diminish his spirits, though. He was way too happy to let something like an almost near death experience keep him down.

"'My boyfriend's back, and you're gonna be in trouble (hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend's back) ,'" Benny sang along with the radio. It was stuck on some oldies station, and he suspected that it was due to some tinkering on his grandmother's part, more than some fault with the manufacturing, but he didn't mind. He kind of liked the oldies, and today each song that had been played seemed to match his mood, and what was happening in his life.

It was almost as if the radio reflected Benny's mind, though it was far more likely that it was Benny's mind and mood that were being influenced by the radio, rather than the other way around.

"'He's been gone for such a long time (hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend's back) , now he's back and things will be fine (hey la-di-la my boyfriend's back), you're gonna be sorry you were ever born (hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend's back), 'cause he's kinda big and he's awful strong (hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend's back), and he knows about your cheatin', and you're gonna get a beatin'...'" Benny trailed off, and hummed along with the rest of the song as he finished soaping up.

The bathroom was already filled with thick, fog-like steam from the heat of the shower, and by the time that Benny would be ready to leave the bathroom, his skin would be wrinkled like that of a prune, but he didn't care. He was happy.

Beyond happy, really.

Ethan was going to be visiting home from college, and he was going to spend an entire day with Benny. Just the two of them. No grandma. No pestering younger sister. No parents. No one, but him and Ethan.

He pictured Ethan's strong, broad shoulders, and closed his eyes, wrapped his left hand round his cock, and soaped up, creating a thick lather as the soap mixed with precum, and Benny lost himself in the rhythm of his hand, of Elvis Presley's, "Hound Dog," as thoughts of Ethan, glimpses he'd caught of his best friend over the years assailed him. The soft, round globe of a perfect ass cheek, peach-fuzzed, and ripe for the picking. A pale thigh. The smooth, muscular plane of Ethan's stomach, rippling.

Benny bit down on his lip, stifled a moan, because he didn't want his grandmother to hear him. Didn't want to share this moment with anyone else, aside from Ethan. He pictured Ethan in the shower with him, lips slightly parted, brown eyes glazed with lust, water coursing over his body, droplets gathering in his hair, cock thick and jerking to life in Benny's hand. Ethan, breathless, moaning, panting against Benny's shoulder, biting out Benny's name as he comes, and that's all that it took for Benny to come, painting the walls of the shower with his ejaculation. Knees weak, he pressed a hand against the shower stall, and focused on breathing in and out, carefully, through his nose.

Benny opened his eyes, blinked away the water that streamed into them, the image of Ethan swimming in them, and finished cleaning up, singing, "You kissed me baby, woo, it feels good

Hold me baby, learn to let me love you like a lover should; You're fine, so kind, I'm a nervous world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine!"

Benny had a good feeling about today. He whistled as he finished his morning ablutions, the scent of blueberry pancakes and bacon wafting up the stairs, and the sound of Ethan's voice, low and rumbling, reached his ears, causing him to practically fly down the stairs.

His heart leapt straight to his throat when he saw Ethan, his best friend, turning to face him just as he skidded to a stop on the kitchen floor, cheeks flaming, mouth dry, and eyes watering. Ethan stood, arms open wide, crooked smile teasing, and Benny rushed forward, buried his face against Ethan's chest.

"I missed you," Ethan said, hands in Benny's hair.

"Really?" Benny said, word muffled by Ethan's chest. He can't keep the insecurity from his voice.

Ethan nodded. "Yeah. I couldn't stop thinking about you." His voice was soft and gentle, and Benny raised his head, bit his lip at the look of love that Ethan was giving him. It stole his breath even before Ethan's lips descended on his and they kissed for the first time.

There were explosions, and fireworks, and Benny thought that maybe there was even a kaleidoscope of flashing colors and lights - the whole works. At least that was what Benny said he was going to tell their grandchildren when they told the story of how they met, and when they knew that they were in love and meant to be.

Hours later, after breakfast and more kissing and much cuddling was had, and he and Ethan were sprawled out on top of his bed, limbs a tangled mess, they played video games, just like old times, and fell asleep together. It was comfortable, and perfect, and Benny wanted it to last forever.


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