Disclaimer: Don't own a damn thing. The characters all belong to the Amy Sherman Palladino and the WB. I do not own Cyndi Lauper's Boys Will Be Boys or Barry White's Just Can't Get Enough Of Your Love.

Rating: R - It's gonna get heated. It won't go to NC-17 but you've been warned.

Pairings: Madeline/Brad, Paris/Jess, Lane/Dave, Louise/Dean, Rory/Tristan.

Dedication: To all the people who read and reviewed.

Author's Rambling's: So this shouldn't have taken this long but it did because I suck, I know. Oh well, here it is. I'm just glad it's over.

Epilogue: Boys Will Be Boys

Well don't you know that boys will be boys/and I could never live my life without you.

- Cyndi Lauper, "Boys Will Be Boys"

When Rory woke up the next morning, she heard the sounds of clattering metal and an inventive stream of cursing coming from the general direction of her kitchen. Without bothering to put on her robe, she headed for the kitchen, stepping over Lane, sleeping snuggly in her sleeping bag on the floor of the living room.

She found Dave Rygalski holding an amusing discussion with himself.

"So do they answer back?" she commented and he whirled around as she clarified, "The voices in your head?"

"Occasionally," he answered with a wide grin. "Usually, they fear my wrath."

"Oh, I'm sure," she answered and yawned. "What are you doing here anyway?"

Before he could answer, the back door swung open and Tristan DuGrey and Dean Forrester entered, with a large box in both of their hands, the Luke's insignia written clearly on top. Rory listened, amused, as they bickered about something or the other and then grinned when her fiancé spotted her.

"Morning beautiful," he said as he came over to kiss her. "You look all partied out."

"Hey you," she answered playfully and kissed him back. "What are you guys doing here, this was supposed to be girl's only; no men allowed."

"Technically," Dean replied as he placed his box on the counter, "it's morning so girl's night in is officially over. We thought we'd crash."

"Those are not the rules," Rory stated with her hands on her hips. "This is a sacred ritual, men are strictly not allowed."

Dave lifted a donut out of one of the boxes. "But we brought breakfast. Including coffee."

"Oh well, then you can stay."

"You're so easy, Gilmore," Louise announced as she entered the kitchen and made her way to her husband. Tristan snickered and Rory slapped him on the arm. "Just admit you people couldn't stay away."

"No one can resist your feminine wiles, Lou," Jess added coming in from the back entrance, loaded with cups of coffee.

"And her cooking too," Rory remarked, shooting a sly look at her friend who glared mockingly. "Isn't that right Dean?"

Dean furrowed his brows, glancing between his wife and his ex-girlfriend. "Yeah, she's a good cook."

"Hey," Madeline said as she entered, yawning, Lane in tow. She went over to Dave and gave him a hug, much to his surprise and Lane's chagrin, who tired to push her away. "Dave, you're awesome. Keep it up."

"Dirty!" Rory stated.

The women giggled and the men looked on, bewildered.

"Is this some private, female joke we're not supposed to get?" Jess asked, as he slowly approached his wife who had entered, looking disconcerted at seeing everyone there. Cautiously, he reached for her. "Morning, Par."

Despite the fact that she was mortified that Dean, Dave and Tristan were seeing her in her old grey nightgown and her hair messed up beyond belief, she managed to smile at her husband and settle in his arms. "Hey. Though it would be a better morning if I got a chance to shower first."

"So Jess could join you?" Lane suggested with a wink.

Again the girls burst into giggles and the men stared, clueless.

"Hey, wait," Madeline said suddenly after her giggles subsided, "where's my boyfriend?"

Tristan rolled his eyes. "He probably got lost. I reminded him about Monty but you know Langford."

"Oh, we definitely know all about Langford," Paris answered giving Madeline and secret smile.

Everyone murmured their agreement and began to tackle the breakfast Dave was laying out on the table. Ten minutes later, Brad rushed in, red from exertion and apologetic.

"Hey guys, sorry. I forgot about Monty."

Everyone laughed and Madeline soothed him, "Aw, don't worry babe. It's a stupid rooster."

"Hey!" Rory protested.

"Hush, Gilmore, it is stupid," Paris sniped.

"I'm making pancakes!" Lane announced, playing peacemaker. "Who wants some?"

"I want chocolate chips!"

"Blueberry for me and the wife."

"Did you use soy milk? I can't eat dairy, Lane," Paris reminded her harshly.

"When did I become the designated cook?"

"I'll help," Tristan offered graciously.

"And you'll want caramel sauce, chocolate sauce and whipped cream on yours, won't you, Tristan?" Louise asked slyly, getting back at Rory for her earlier remark.

"Ixnay on the secret-ay!" The brunette replied, urgently, as the girls laughed again. Tristan was way too sharp and he'd pick up on it instantly.

Unfortunately, she was too late. Tristan's eyes narrowed in her direction, "What did you tell them, Gilmore?"

"Nothing," Rory answered innocently. Crap, she thought inwardly.

Tristan looked at the males present. "Something's up guys."

Jess nodded. "Yeah, looks like it."

"They are acting very odd," Dave remarked. "What gives?"

"Nothing at all," Lane replied. "We're just on sugar highs, don't mind us."

"No," Tristan said with a determined gleam in his eyes. He caught Rory's upper arm. "Babe, did you tell them?"

"Tell them what?" Rory thought playing dumb was the best thing to do.

Tristan searched her face and then broke out into a wide grin. "Oh yeah, you told them didn't you. Bragging, were you?"

"Shut up, Tristan," Rory said.

"What's going on?" Brad asked confused.

"The women have been swapping sex stories," Tristan announced as he turned to the rest of his friends. "Guess we solved the mystery of a slumber party, guys. The womenfolk gather together and shared dirty, dirty sex stories."

Dean's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Louise and blurted accusingly, "You told them about our first time!"

The girls started to laugh and Jess turned on Paris, grinning smugly, the earlier 'shower' remark finally setting in. "And you told them how we conceived junior over here, didn't you?"

"Whatever," Paris replied though she was blushing.

Dave looked at his wife incredulously. "What did you tell them about us?"

"Just about a fight," Louise answered innocently. "And how much Thanksgiving means to you."

Brad was beetroot red, unused to the easy openness that the rest of the group shared. "Maddie, please tell me you didn't."

"Aw honey," the raven-haired woman replied. "I made you very popular."

Rory put a reassuring arm around Brad. "Believe me, Brad. We were impressed."

"Oh God," he muttered and turned away, stuffing his mouth with a donut.

"So," Tristan said as he stared challengingly at his fiancé. "Who got the prize?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did someone's story beat the rest?"

Paris snorted and then rolled her eyes. "Leave it to you, DuGrey, to make it into a competition."

"But he asks a good question," Dean butted in, much to everyone's surprise. "One of you had to have had the better story."

"Tell you what," Louise suggested, eyes narrowing, "I'll get a measuring tape and you men can go outside and decide the winner for yourselves. Seriously."

"Seriously," the women echoed, glaring.

"Hey," Dave said defensively. "It's a fair question."

"No it isn't," Lane retorted. "It was something secret that we shared with our closest friends and it will remain that way. It was special; we won't have you tainting it by making this a manly-whose-penis-is-bigger-and-better contest."

"Well put, Doc," Madeline said.

"Except that you people," Jess said pointing in the general direction of his wife, "shared it with us and therefore we're as much a part of this as you are. After all, you didn't ask us if we appreciate the fact that you're discussing our - what we thought was private - sex life with your friends. No matter how close you are. Besides, Brad is new here. You'll scare him off."

"Right on, Mariano," Dean said, slapping him on the back.

Cornered, Rory turned to the only tactic she knew. Innocence. "You're right."

"We are?" Tristan asked dubiously.

"Yup," she answered as she sat down and delicately bit into her donut. She chewed, swallowed and then continued, "The only fair thing to do is let you people in on what stories were told here last night."

"Really?" Dave asked.

"Yeah, Gilmore, really?" Louise added.

"Absolutely."

"Jesus Christ," Brad muttered, turning red at the prospect of having his prowess made public. Again.

"But since we've already shared with our friends, and we really hate repeating ourselves, and since, as Jess pointed out, you were as much as a part of them as we were…" Rory clarified with a small smile, "feel free to fill each other in."

The men looked at each other, letting the meaning sink in.

"Yeah, I think I'll pass," Dave said suddenly and busied himself with making pancakes.

Dean shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, me too."

Jess and Brad nodded and looked keenly at their breakfast, avoiding the women's gazes and admitting defeat.

Paris leaned into Rory and grinned. "Typical, ask them to share feelings and they clam up like a bunch of wusses."

Tristan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her while everyone else chattered away about other topics. "Well played, Gilmore."

Rory preened. "Thank you."

He lowered his voice and whispered, "But seriously, I won didn't I?"

Turning fully, she twined her arms around his neck and whispered back, "Hands down."

As he brought his mouth down to hers for a kiss, their friends voice their objections loudly, throwing empty coffee cups and wrappers at the couple.

"Get a room."

"I'm gonna puke!"

"It's too early for this, DuGrey," Jess shouted.

Tristan lifted his head and smiled. "Hey, will you just look at my beautiful bride-to-be? I just can't get enough."

The End

Author's Note: I'd like to thank the wonderful people at the Academy…No, okay, I'd just like to thank everyone who read this and is sticking with me and my stories. Means a lot. I have a Livejournal page/blog whatever where I will post snippets of upcoming fics and WIPs and whatnot to tide you over until I can get something new up. Please visit my homepage here and you'll find the link. And let me know what you think