Disclaimer: I do not own Kyle, Nelson, Jason or their families. I do own Noah and Alex's family. I am not making any money or other gifts from this story. This is just for fun!

Warnings: Course Language, Sexual Situations

NELSON

As soon as the door clicked Alex dove forwards, pushing the shorter's sweater off his shoulders and stumbling around the room, mouths attached. Nelson moaned into the other's mouth, his hands grasping the other's biceps, goose bumps running over his body.

The frantic kiss slowed, tongues twining in an erotic fashion and Nelson couldn't help when his excitement peaked. He pressed his hands flat against the other's stomach under his shirts and pushed up, trailing it over the lean, built body, feeling the muscle twitch under his fingertips. He pulled the shirt off, his own following shortly after as Alex led him to the bed, mouths reattached. They fell back onto it, legs entwined, moving up the mattress until Nelson's head was rested in the pile of pillows.

Alex pulled the blankets out from under them and pushed the soft fabric to the end of the bed before locking eyes with Nelson, obvious desire in them.

"I can't." Nelson's world came crashing down.

"W-what? Why not?!" Again with this? What was his excuse this time?! Alex sat up and frowned.

"I swore to myself that the next time I had sex I would be in a relationship, no more one night stands." Nelson raised a brow.

"Uhm, I flew to New Jersey with you, helped you out with your brother and made out with you multiple times . . . I kinda thought we were dating . . ." Now he felt stupid. Alex's eyes widened.

"Really?" he seemed in thought. "In that case." He leaned back over but Nelson blocked him with a sly smirk.

"What makes you think I want to now huh?" The taller raised his brow and fingertips trailed up Nelson's thigh, a high moan leaving him as they slid over his trapped member, pressing into it. "O-okay!" He pressed their mouths back together eagerly.

Alex undid the shorter's jeans and slid them down his thighs with his underwear, the kiss tenderising but never stopping.

He kicked them off and Alex shifted out of his own bottoms, their eyes locking again.

"You sure?" he whispered. No one had ever asked him that before, and looked so sincere.

"Yeah, I am." Nelson nodded, his flesh still bumpy from excitement.

"Would you feel better with a condom even though we're both negative?" He blushed. And looked away. He did but he didn't want Alex to think he was too kiddish. "How about we use one then, next week, we'll go to get tested together that way both can be reassured." He looked up surprised.

"U-uhm okay." He nodded. "Can we kiss now?" Alex laughed.

"Yeah." He leaned back in and gently slid his tongue between Nelson's parted lips, the other moaning as he felt the taller fumbled around with the end table's drawer pulling a couple things out. He could feel the taller shifting between his thighs and closed his eyes, gripping the strong shoulders. Then he felt it.

A pressure hit his back entrance as Alex watched him carefully and pushed his hips forwards. Nelson relaxed his body, knowing it would hurt at first, like always but anticipating what he knew would come next. The pleasure.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." He nodded and brought their mouths back together and Alex started a slow rhythm. Nelson moaned when the pleasure finally kicked in, arching up into the taller. A mouth moved to his neck, nipping and kissing it as the other's hips went faster and deeper into him. He let out a loud gasp and cried out, clutching the taller, as sparks ran through him.

He didn't know how long they stayed entwined, how long he gripped and scratched at the taller. But that didn't matter. When their pleasure heightened and loud cries left them, he knew how he truly felt for the older male. They laid there for a while, basking in the after math of their activity, eyes closed, breathing in each other's musky scents.

"Holy shit." Nelson breathed out exhausted. "I feel so . . ." he couldn't explain it. Alex hummed happily above him and pulled out, rolling off. He grabbed a towed off the end table and cleaned the shorter off before sharing a kiss with him. Nelson kinda wanted to be held. And apparently Alex knew.

The older reached out and pulled the smaller onto his chest, breathing in deep and letting out a relaxed sigh, both feeling content. The older shifted a little before wrapping an arm around the shorter, pulling him in close.

"How long was that?" Nelson found himself asking.

"Two hours."

"Holy shit! Really?!" He gapped and Alex laughed, nodding.

"I have post ejaculation so I have a hard time getting off which means I tend to last long in bed. You lasted rather long too."

"Didn't seem that long."

"Good, means you enjoyed it." He pressed a kiss to the shorter's blue hair.

"Yeah, I did." He almost felt giddy. "Uhm, how old are you?" He just realized he didn't even know!

"Twenty, twenty one in April." Oh good, he's not ancient. He smiled and snuggled in. "You?"

"Eighteen."

"Good." Alex nodded. "What's your last name?" Nelson laughed. He never did say it.

"Glassman. Nelson Glassman." He grinned up at Alex and snapped his fingers. "Wait till my mom hears I met someone that she'll actually approve of"

"A mentally unstable smoker?" Alex raised a brow and the shorter laughed.

"Charming, funny, negative for HIV, in college, intelligent, strong, handsome-"

"Mmm I think you're listing things you like now." He smiled kindly and pressed their lips together. "My mom will approve of you too. My dad's an ass though."

"Mine too! We should make them meet and have coffee! They can bitch together about their homosexual sons." Nelson grinned and Alex flinched.

"My dad would probably try coming up with a plan to slaughter us and convince your dad to follow along." He frowned. "My last partner he bribed to leave me and never see me again." Alex ran a hand through his hair.

"Seriously?!"

"Yeah, paid him a huge chunk to never even think of my name again." Alex frowned.

"He is an ass!"

"Yup. But my mom's sweet. Well step mom. Don't know much about my birth mom except she died mysteriously when I was four and we flew to Russia." He cleared his throat. "That's where he met Irinushka, Noah's mother." He laughed. "His real name is Miloslav Noah Ignatius Anderson." He chuckled and shook his head. "He hates his real name. It doesn't translate so he chose Noah when we moved, his middle name."

"What's your middle name?" Nelson asked with a smile.

"Alexander James Cormac Anderson." He said with a sigh.

"I like it, sounds . . . masculine." He grinned.

"Mmm Well Alexander means to defend, James is he who supplants, Cormac means son of defilement and Anderson means manly."

"Son of defilement." He stared at him.

"Yeah, red hair, black eyes when I was born, unplanned, skinny as fuck as a newborn, mom called me 'skeletor' and I didn't cry." He shrugged. "I was 'demonic'"

"That's rude!" Nelson huffed and Alex chuckled.

"It's alright, he can think what he wants." He kissed the shorter, making him melt. "I'm a bit sleepy, want to grab a nap in the mean time?"

"Sure." Nelson cuddled up to him and smiled, breathing in the cinnamon scent as his hair was played with.

JASON

Jason hung up the phone and frowned deeply, staring as his hands. Kyle didn't want him anymore. He sighed and sniffed, wiping the tears before they even dared to fall. Now what was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to find someone as awesome as Kyle? As understanding? As loving? Did he fuck up?

One thing was for sure, he just had to know who the fuck this Noah character was. And maybe pummel his face in . . . only maybe. Unless Kyle was happier with him than he was with Jason . . . then what?

He shook his head, trying to rid the thoughts clouding his judgement. Kyle was an adult… if he wanted to be with some other guy, then… no. He wouldn't have it. Kyle was Jason's boyfriend and his alone! He'd be damned if he let anyone steal away his beloved!

NOAH

Noah smiled as they slipped into the hotel room, the sun only just starting to set. Alex shifted on the far bed, blankets pulled up around him, his back to them. Noah and Kyle snuck over and smiled as they saw Alex's arm wrapped around Nelson's waist, both breathing deeply, the shorter's back against the larger chest, snuggled together and into the mattress.

Alex let out a snore and Nelson elbowed him in his sleep, the older grumbling and holding him closer. They snickered and walked over to the couch, the taller turning to him.

"You did a lot of movements today, let me check your stitches." Noah shook his head and covered his midsection. "Why not?" Kyle frowned at him.

"You'll think I'm disgusting." He whispered.

"No, I won't." He reached out and slowly started to undo the younger's button up shirt, blue eyes casted downwards as the item was pushed off thin shoulders. Kyle ignored how thin the boy was and focused on the stitching, running his fingers over the healing wounds.

"They look alright." He said sweetly. Noah bit his lip. "What is it?"

"If I tell you something, you have to swear not to repeat it."

"Of course." He helped the other sit down.

"W-when they were . . . hurting me." He flinched unable to use the word. "Some of the things they said . . . for the first time in my life I was ashamed to be gay." He admitted, his eyes watering. Kyle let out a sound that Noah didn't know, and pulled him close, rubbing his arm.

"It's alright Noah. You should never feel ashamed of how you were born. It's not anyone's fault because there's nothing wrong." He pressed his lips to soft hair and Noah breathed in his scent. "What did they say that made you feel so terrible?"

"The world would be better off with one less fag polluting it." He buried his head in the strong shoulder. "No one would miss a scrawny queer like me, that even my own father was probably ashamed of me." He was whispering now, remembering how cold the tiles felt against his bare skin, the sting of the towels. He closed his eyes and a tear slipped down his cheek. "Sorry."

"Don't you dare apologize for crying! For what they said! They're assholes." He ran his fingers through Noah's hair. The smaller felt the taller tilt his head up and sat straight when lips gently grazed against his, a hands slipping along his cheek and into his hair as their tongues slipped out and tapped together, eyes closed.

Kyle leaned forwards and Noah leaned back, letting the taller lay him down on the soft couch, wrapping his arms around the older's neck, one slipping into the honey strands, the other reaching down the broad back, gripping the light coloured shirt.

Kyle backed up, the top sliding off and moved back in, pressing his mouth a touch bit harder against the smaller's. Noah locked his legs behind the strong back and arched into him when fingertips gently trailed up and down his sides, shaky breaths leaving him.

Noah nipped the taller's lip and felt him shiver, a moan slipping out before he trailed eager kisses along the teen's jaw and down his neck.

"Ehem." They pulled apart and looked up, Alex standing behind the couch in his sweats, a raised brow. "Yeah, not with me in the room please." He headed over to the mini fridge and yanked out a coke. "Nelson, want one?"

"Mmm yeah please." He mumbled sleepily from the bed, yawning loudly. Kyle sat up followed by Noah and Nelson raised a brow at them. "Uhm, Kyle . . . what about Jason?"

"We ah, we decided to see other people . . ." he ran a hand through his hair and gave a nervous laugh. Noah blushed and the boy with blue hair shrugged.

"Well he seems nice at least. You fit well as a top. You never really came across as the bitch to me." He grinned and Kyle threw a couch pillow at him.

"Would you shut up?"

"Nope!" Nelson snapped his fingers and Alex chuckled, his phone going off.