A/N: I'm really sorry for the delay, have a gratuitous Niff sex scene. Which is what 85 percent of this chapter is. Warnings for: kinky shit man. Handcuffs, orgasm denial, plugs/vibrators, feels, mention of possible attempted suicide, I guess, not really. Eating disorder. French. Horribly written D/s. Safewording. Probably other stuff. Finally some top!Nick, bottom!Jeff, aka a return to Niff normalcy.

Chapter Ten:

"Tell me a secret," Nick said.

"If there is one thing I literally do not want to do anymore, it is Warblers practice," Jeff said.

"Oh?" Nick asked. His lips trailed down Jeff's naked chest to the waistband of his Hollister boxers.

"He's taking over, we should be in charge," Jeff said. "We're the Warblers power couple."

"We're not a couple," Nick said.

"You know what I mean," Jeff said. "It's always been you and me, together we have the power to overrule him and I – Oh, Nicky, just like that." Nick was rubbing small circles into Jeff's upper thighs while he mouthed at Jeff's cotton-covered cock. Nick wasn't ready to really forgive Jeff yet, but he was getting there, and Nick wasn't going to have sex with Jeff until he was ready, and Jeff knew it, but Jeff was still hopeful. Nick liked to tease, and Jeff really liked to be teased. It's almost as if they were the perfect couple. I mean, who knew, right? "We shouldn't – fuck – steal from Blaine, and I – Jesus – I really just think we should have waited until we got the –oh, God, oh God, oh holy fucking – the … theme! The theme for Regionals – I can't – Nicky – I can't focus on what I'm…." He finally trailed off as his eyes rolled into his head and he fought to stay conscious. "… what I'm saying." Jeff opened his eyes again, Nick had backed off, looking for something in their nightstand.

"Then shut up," Nick advised.

"You told me to tell you a – fuck – secret," Jeff reminded him. Nick brushed one hand across Jeff's boxer-clad cock as he retrieved the lube they hadn't used in almost a month.

"Talking about Regionals wasn't exactly what I had in mind," Nick said, adjusting his one underpants slightly.

"What was I supposed to say then?" Jeff asked, propping himself up on his elbows to look at Nick.

"I don't know, something about how much you like butts," Nick said.

"I love butts, but that's not a secret," Jeff said. "A secret is like… I like it when you take total control or I'm terrified of umbrellas."

"Wait, you're still afraid of umbrellas?" Nick asked, temporarily halting everything.

"Well, I used to be," Jeff said. "I'm not anymore – wait, 'still'? You knew?"

"Of course I knew, I'm your best friend," Nick said. "I know everything about you."

"Really?"

"Really. I know your fears and dreams and I'm fairly well acquainted with your body," Nick said. "I know exactly what makes you make every little noise like–" He brushed over Jeff's cock again and Jeff let out a soft moan. "–or–" He ran his hand up Jeff's inner thigh stopping to press right behind Jeff's balls. Jeff groaned loudly. Nick smiled, pushing the band of Jeff's boxers down ever so slowly. Jeff bucked his hips, frustrated. Nick stopped a quarter inch from freeing Jeff's cock to outline the rules. "You don't come until I say you can," Nick said. "Or we don't do this again, Tuesday or not."

"Yes Nicky," Jeff immediately responded.

"No touching," Nick continued. Jeff nodded. Nick revealed he'd gotten handcuffs from the nightstand. "Hands." Jeff presented his wrists to Nick and Nick cuffed them together. "Do you promise to be good?"

"Yes, Nicky, I promise," Jeff replied.

"Good. Do you want to assign a safe word?" Nick asked.

"No, I trust you," Jeff said.

"Are you sure?" Nick asked, not even trusting himself, to be honest.

"Yes, Nicky," Jeff replied solemnly.

Nick didn't waste another second. He had Jeff's boxers off in half a second and the sound Jeff made as Nick gripped his cock firmly in his hand was nothing if not pornographic. Jeff fought to keep control of himself. He knew Nick was completely serious when he said they wouldn't do this again if he didn't obey. As Nick divested himself of his own pants and underwear, Jeff closed his eyes to center himself. He thought of anything he didn't find sexy. He thought of that one video from sex ed in middle school – then quickly opened his eyes as he realized that image was far too powerful.

Meanwhile, Nick had spread some lube on his hand and was casually trying to close his hand around both their cocks at once – impossible of course, but that didn't stop him from trying. The sensation was almost too much for Jeff already.

"Oh, God," Jeff moaned.

"God's not up here, only Batman," Nick growled low.

"What the fuck?" Jeff asked, actually picking up his head to look at Nick.

"Sorry, I don't know," Nick replied.

"Is that another thing you want to roleplay?" Jeff asked.

"Just shush," Nick said. "I didn't ruin the moment, did I?"

"No, no, go on," Jeff urged, trying to gesture but getting caught with the handcuffs.

"Tell me a secret," Nick repeated.

"I love you," Jeff said.

"That's not a secret," Nick said, spreading lube all over his fingers so he could get Jeff open.

"The secret is I always have and I'll never stop," Jeff continued.

"Still not really a secret," Nick said.

"Maybe not, but I could certainly hear it more from you," Jeff said.

"If you keep being mouthy like that, I'll gag you," Nick warned. "You know why I can't."

"What more do I have to do? How long will this go on?" Jeff asked.

"Until I'm damn well finished," Nick said. "You're lucky that's all I'm doing."

"I know," Jeff conceded. "I'm sorry." He laid back and shut up. Jeff was uncharacteristically quiet while Nick stretched him open.

"Everything okay, Angel?" Nick asked.

"Yeah," Jeff nodded. "Just – kiss me a bit." Nick smiled, leaning forward to kiss Jeff. Nick pushed into Jeff while Jeff was busy thinking about kissing. Jeff groaned into the kiss, surprised. Nick had always been cautiously gentle. Jeff tangled his feet together behind Nick's back, pulling him closer. Jeff had his handcuffed wrists on either side of his head, the chain behind his neck. In a word – gorgeous.

"You haven't forgotten the rules, have you, Angel?" Nick asked.

"No, Nicky," Jeff said.

"Good boy," Nick said before starting to move his hips and an alarmingly fast speed. It was too much already. Jeff let his legs fall on either side of Nick as he stretched his arms in the other direction. Nick had one hand on Jeff's cock, just holding it firmly in his hand for some reason, as though he'd forgotten perhaps he should be moving it, his other hand on Jeff's hip. Out of nowhere, Nick had rolled Jeff over only his knees and elbows, continuing to fuck his brains out.

Jeff knew he'd have to get over the memory of Sebastian eventually – maybe today would be that day. Then again, maybe not. Jeff was quite frankly surprised Nick hadn't come yet. His stamina was about the same as Jeff's and it was all Jeff could do to keep from coming.

That's when Jeff felt Nick slow down considerably.

"How are you feeling?" Nick asked softly.

"Fine," Jeff choked out.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, Nicky," Jeff managed.

The pressure on Jeff's hole seemed to increase – Jeff couldn't see what he was up to, but it felt as though Nick was trying to get a finger into Jeff's hole alongside his cock. It was uncomfortable at first, for a few minutes as Nick stretched Jeff out even more than he already was, but Nick had somehow added a second finger and the stretch started to burn in a good way.

"So good," Jeff squeaked.

"You just love taking my cock, don't you?" Nick asked. He didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "My cock and two fingers. Could probably fit two cocks in this hole of yours. But that wouldn't be right because your ass belongs to me. I own it. You are mine. Your slutty cockhole is closed for business. No one else is allowed in there. Only me. Seulement moi."

Jeff, who'd been struggling with the memory of Sebastian, snapped.

"N-Nicky," Jeff said.

"That's right, say my name."

"No, stop, please–" Jeff said, but Nick wasn't paying attention.

"You're such a perfect boy for me," Nick said.

"No, no – red light, red – Pineapples," Jeff choked out.

That's when Nick remembered his own safe word. Backing off quickly, Nick didn't know what else to do. Jeff rolled into the corner made by the headboard and the wall, curled into a ball, and cried. The tears were silent, but his body shook with each silent sob.

"Honey, I'm so sorry," Nick said. "I thought – I don't know, I'm sorry!"

"I-it's not what you were doing," Jeff finally said, almost five minutes later as Nick continued to babble his apologizes. "It's what you were saying."

"Saying?" Nick asked, confused.

"It's the s-same st-stuff he said when we–" Jeff stopped, unable to continue.

"Oh my Gosh, Angel, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize," Nick said. Nick put his arms around Jeff in a tight hug and didn't let go.

"No, I'm sorry, I ruined everything," Jeff said. "I ruined our relationship and I ruined the scene…."

"It's not ruined," Nick said.

"I – I think I can finish it," Jeff said.

"I'll do the work, Angel," Nick said, reaching a hand for both their cocks. "If you'll let me?"

"Y-yeah, it's okay," Jeff said.

"Was it the French?" Nick asked.

"What?"

"When I broke into French back there for a second," Nick said. "That's what it was, right?"

"Mostly," Jeff said.

"Are you okay, honestly?" Nick asked.

"Yeah," Jeff said.

"Do you need your water bottle?" Nick asked.

"No, I'm fine," Jeff said. "Just… kiss me, please." Nick smiled, kissing the tears off Jeff's cheeks before meeting his lips. Nick knew Jeff well enough to know he wasn't alright, but complied with Jeff's request anyway. The safeword scare had dramatically decreased Nick's (and Jeff's as well) libido at the current moment, but Nick stroked gently, slowly bringing them back to a boil. By the time ten minutes had passed, Jeff was needy and desperate, panting through the kisses Nick was still giving him, though they had changed from lovingly gentle to overly passionate.

"You close, baby?" Nick asked. Jeff made a noise in his throat that Nick knew from experience was an affirmative sound that Jeff made when he was too turned on to make words. "Come with me?" Jeff moaned. Nick kissed him again, not even seconds passing before Jeff was plain done. Nick came not longer after and Jeff snuggled into Nick's side happily.

"Thank you, Nicky," Jeff said happily.

"I love you, sweetheart," Nick said.

"Not sweetheart," Jeff said.

"Sorry, Angel," Nick corrected.

"I love you too," Jeff said, closing his eyes, already half asleep, not caring about anything else.

"Do you want me to take those cuffs off?" Nick asked. Jeff presented his wrists to Nick, too tired to open his eyes again, talk, or really move at all. Nick clicked the cuffs open with practiced ease and stored them back in the nightstand. "Are you asleep?"

"Almost," Jeff grunted.

"We have to be back in the practice room in an hour and a half," Nick reminded him.

"Who cares?," Jeff mumbled.

"Do you ever think you might be tired all the time because you aren't eating anything?" Nick asked.

"Probably," Jeff replied. Nick shushed and cuddled back into Jeff, because he knew that's what Jeff wanted, not bothering to set an alarm for practice.

Jeff didn't sleep long before he was awoken by his stomach. To tell the truth, he was very hungry. Carefully, he slipped out of bed, not waking Nick, and looked in the drawer where they kept their food. Something small – goldfish pretzels. He took a few and popped them into his mouth. All was well for a minute – then his stomach protested, turning over, and Jeff dashed for the bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time. He sat on the floor next to the toilet and hugged his knees. He never thought it would be hard to start eating again.

Before, when he'd stopped eating for one reason or another, he'd always cracked and gone on an eating binge within three days. This time, though, it had been over three weeks. The first week, he'd been too depressed to think about food, subsiding mostly on Gatorade or juice. The second week, he'd started feeling a little hungry, and had a few snacks here and there. By the third week, he and Nick had made up, but Jeff didn't feel any better about himself, since Nick had broken up with him, and just stopped eating anything altogether. Now it was Tuesday of the fourth week and he couldn't even process goldfish pretzels.

After a while, Jeff got up and headed back into their bedroom. Nick was just waking up.

"We should do this more," Nick said, contentedly. "We should do this a lot."

"Definitely," Jeff smiled. "We still have some time now?"

"I was really hoping you'd say that," Nick said. "Judgment free sex zone?"

"I think we're already there," Jeff said.

"I'm so horny right now," Nick said. "I mean, I would use you like a sexy little cum dumpster."

"Do it," Jeff said.

"I really expected you to have a bigger problem with that," Nick said.

"I'm unexpected," Jeff shrugged. "Come in my ass, plug me up, make me feel you all night."

"I don't have the necessary tools for that," Nick said, confused. "Assuming we're talking something more sophisticated than a cork."

"Yes, much more sophisticated than a cork," Jeff sighed. He knelt down and from under the bed, Jeff pulled a small box that Nick hadn't noticed before. Jeff dug two things out of it and tossed them to Nick.

"Why… no, I don't want to know," Nick said. "Get on the bed." Jeff complied, positioning himself on his hands and knees. Nick was already completely hard, but he coated his cock in a layer of lube before pushing back into Jeff. Nick wasted no time, just fucked Jeff as good and as hard as he could, probably setting some kind of record as he came in Jeff's ass. Nick pulled out carefully, reaching for the plug and easing it in. Nick had no idea where Jeff had gotten it or why he had it, but decided not to ask said questions.

"You okay, kitten?" Nick asked.

"Yes, Nicky," Jeff nodded.

"I'm going to take a shower before practice and I want you to stay here, just like that until I get out," Nick said.

"Okay," Jeff replied, not moving from his position on his hands and knees. Nick picked up his towel, then looked at Jeff.

"Hey, J?" Nick asked. Jeff curiously turned his head to look at Nick.

"Yeah?"

"Am I doing this right?" Nick asked.

"Very much," Jeff smiled.

"Okay!" Nick said. "Love you, baby."

"Love you too," Jeff replied. Nick went into the bathroom. Jeff heard the water turn on, but true to his instructions, Jeff didn't move a muscle until Nick came back. He spent the intervening time letting his mind wander onto what he would most like Nick to do to him.

"You're a very good angel, you know that?" Nick said, running a hand through Jeff's hair.

"Thank you, Nicky," Jeff replied.

"Go take a shower, you look gross," Nick said. "Take your time, and you might want to take care of that boner while you're in there." Jeff complied, finally moving from his position (and having his joints crack as he did so). He did have a pretty raging hard-on, partially from being used as a cum dumpster, and partially because of his naughty thoughts while Nick was in the shower.

As Jeff went into the bathroom, Nick got dressed and then started changing the sheets on the bed. That's when he found the second thing Jeff had given him. Nick stared at it, confused, then it hit him. It was a remote control. Nick cautiously pushed the on button and… nothing happened. He opened the back of the remote – empty. Double a's, he needed AA's. Quickly, he took two out of something else and shoved them into the remote.

On.

Nick knew it had worked because 1, the tiny digital screen looked alive, and 2, he heard Jeff squeak from the bathroom. Apparently, it had come as a bit of a shock. Nick turned it up to three and continued changing the sheets. It took him fifteen seconds to realize he didn't care about the sheets and sneak into the bathroom. Jeff was quietly moaning in the shower. Nick turned it up to four and perched himself silently on the counter.

"Oh! Nicky…" Jeff moaned.

"Yes, Angel?" Nick replied. Nick could hear Jeff double-taking, but he recovered and continued.

"Nicky, can I come? I'm so close," Jeff said.

"Have you washed your hair yet?" Nick asked.

"I'm half done," Jeff choked out. "I put in the conditioner, but–" Nick kicked it up to 6 just to hear Jeff yelp, then set it back to three. "Nicky, please."

"Finish your hair," Nick instructed. Nick sat patiently, already sporting a semi again under his uniform, for five minutes while Jeff did his hair.

"Hair's done," Jeff finally announced.

"Good," Nick said. "You have… one minute. Go." Jeff only needed about twenty seconds after Nick experimentally turned it up to five, then he was coming down the shower drain. The water came to a halt and Nick could hear Jeff panting. "You okay, Angel?"

"Thank you, Nicky, thank you," Jeff gasped. That's when Nick remembered to turn off the vibrator and Jeff dropped to his knees in the bathtub. "Thank you."

"Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want me to take that out for you," Nick asked.

"N-no, it's fine," Jeff said, crawling out of the tub and flumping on the bathmat. "I like having it there."

"Okay… your choice…" Nick said.

"Because I belong to you, you know?" Jeff said.

"We're not back together, Jeff," Nick told him. "And you need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry," Jeff insisted.

"I don't care if you're not hungry! You're not getting enough… I don't know, vitamins or something. You're going to pass out at practice," Nick said. Jeff huffed, this was his door back to the way they were… and he shut it.

"I'll eat when you're my boyfriend again," Jeff said. "Until then, I'm not hungry."

"So that's it, is it?" Nick asked, glaring at Jeff. "You're going on a hunger strike until I decide to forgive you for cold-bloodedly cheating on me?" Jeff ground his teeth but kept his resolve.

"Yes. That is exactly what I'm going to do."

"You'll die."

"I don't want to live if I'm not with you!" Jeff half-yelled, sitting up angrily. There was a long pause.

"Okay," Nick finally said.

"Okay?" Jeff asked.

"Okay, we're back together," Nick said.

"Really?"

"I don't have a choice, do I?" Nick asked angrily. "If I do the right thing for me and say no, then you don't eat and you end up in the hospital with a tube in your arm, and it would be all my fault. So I'm doing the wrong thing for once and giving in."

"Nicky," Jeff whined. It was his turn to glare. "I don't want it, not like that."

"You're not giving me a choice," Nick repeated. "These are the options you're giving me. What am I supposed to do?"

"You're supposed to tell me that you love me and you forgive me and that you want me back." Jeff began to sing, "Won't you… please let me… back in your heart…"

"No, Jeff, I can't." Nick left the bathroom. Jeff collapsed back onto the floor.

The I Want You Back performance could not have gone worse if they'd tried to sabotage it. Blaine and the New Directions left angrily, Jeff and Trent looked at each other, shaking their heads.

"You're all on notice," Sebastian spat at the Warblers. "All of you. Duval, my room, five minutes." Nick looked at Jeff and frowned. Jeff shrugged. The Warblers filed out of the practice room, and Jeff hung back with Nick.

"What does he want with me?" Nick asked.

"Besides the obvious?" Jeff asked. Nick glared at him. "I don't know."

"I don't want to win, not like this," Nick said, their interaction from earlier apparently forgotten for the moment. Nick needed his best friend. "Don't know why I stay, he's never going to give me another solo. He's all but abolished the council, he's even doing the choreography himself, J."

"I know," Jeff sighed, "but being Warblers is who we are."

"I want to hurt him," Nick said. "I want to make him bleed for what he's done to me. To us."

"Are you suggesting we kill his canary?" Jeff asked. "Because Tweets is actually really nice and fairly quiet for a canary."

"No, that wouldn't work, he's not the sort of person who gets emotional over dead birds," Nick replied. "I just… I don't know." He sighed and looked at Jeff. "Please eat something." Jeff shook his head. "I'm begging you."

"No, Nicky," Jeff said, resolution etched into his face.

"Fine, I'll be right in," Nick sighed, knocking on Sebastian's door. Jeff slipped into their room as Sebastian answered his door. Jeff went straight to the listening wall to eavesdrop.

"Ah! Nicholas, do come in," Sebastian was saying, then the door shut, and Jeff assumed Nick had walked it.

"You're not going to get to me, Sebastian," Nick said. "I've had enough of your shit and I'm not taking it any more."

"I think I am," Sebastian said. "See, I know Blaine is your best boy. You were going to take over for him when he left to join that little diversity group, then I came along and messed all that up. You must be just livid." Yeah, that was the reason Nick was angry with Sebastian.

"No," Nick lied. "You're… good too."

"Or is it that you're worried I'll displace your boyfriend?" Sebastian asked, as though he was oblivious to the events that occurred on the other side of his wall. Jeff pressed his ear to the wall harder.

"He's not my boyfriend," Nick said. Jeff rolled his eyes. "But, no, I wasn't worried about it."

"I'll do it," Sebastian said. "He loves dancing more than anything, besides you. I can take it away from him, put him in the back, sideline his passion. I have the power. He's a good dancer, yeah, but I want loyal ones." Jeff listened incredulously. Jeff had been nothing if not loyal to Sebastian in the preceding months, frequently defending him to Nick when he didn't deserve it. And this was how Jeff was rewarded?

"What do you want from me?" Nick asked.

"You're going to help me take down the New Directions, starting with Kurt," Sebastian said.

"Why Kurt?" Nick asked, stating Jeff's exact thought.

"I don't know if it's a secret anymore, but he and I don't exactly see eye-to-eye," Sebastian said. "The way I see it, Blaine's too good for him, the New Directions are a joke, and one of us has a hard luck case of the gay face, and it ain't me. By the end of this year, I want to have Blaine and a Nationals trophy, and Kurt will have khakis and a Lima Bean apron, and that same gay face." Oh, this was obviously going to be a good plan. Jeff rolled his eyes. "You're going to help me, because I know they trust you."

"And what if I don't?" Nick asked.

"I'll sideline Sterling," Sebastian said.

"And what if we both just quit?" Nick asked.

"Then I have more than enough pictures of his and my fantastic night together to send to his parents," Sebastian said. The color drained from Jeff's face. He vaguely remembered Sebastian's taking pictures through the haze that was that night, but he never thought Sebastian would use them to blackmail him. They were best friends?

"Give me the pictures," Nick said.

"I have copies, Nicholas," Sebastian said, and Jeff could practically hear Sebastian rolling his eyes.

"Fine," Nick finally agreed. "I'll do it."

"You'll do… what?" Sebastian asked.

"Anything," Nick said. "Please don't hurt Jeff." Jeff stopped listening, he didn't care anymore. He couldn't believe he'd thought Sebastian could be trusted, he was obviously the foulest scum of the universe. Nick came in the door of their room a minute later, sitting down next to Jeff and putting his head of Jeff's shoulder.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay," Jeff murmured, putting his arms around Nick and kissing his hair.

"No, it's not okay," Nick finally said. "Because Blaine and Kurt are our friends and I don't want to hurt either one of them."

"Then let him do it," Jeff said. "Let him send the pictures and I'll deal with it."

"No, I can't do that to you," Nick said. "You know how your parents would react."

"I'm their son, they should be happy for me, that I've found the love of my life," Jeff said, kissing Nick. Nick ignored that comment, and pressed the bigger picture.

"Even if you tell them, the pictures aren't of us," Nick said. "I can't let him do that to you."

"So you're going to go along with his plans?" Jeff asked.

"I have to," Nick replied. "I don't have a choice. Seems to be happening a lot lately." He sent a glare in Jeff's direction.

"You have plenty of choices," Jeff said. "You can choose to be my boyfriend again, and you can choose to let Sebastian send any pictures he wants anywhere. I can choose to kiss you any time I like, and you can choose to glare at me when I do, even though I know you love me."

"You're not helping your case, J," Nick said. Jeff kissed him in response. Next door, Trent had gone in to see Sebastian, and Sebastian's moans floated through the wall, as well as the sound of the Doctor Who theme song.

"Huh," Jeff said. "Why haven't you ever floated the idea of having sex during Who?"

"We've had sex while watching it many times," Nick said, staring at Jeff like he had three heads. "It's not my fault you can't remember."

"I haven't eaten, it's not my fault my memory's failing me," Jeff retorted.

"It's not my fault you haven't eaten!" Nick countered. "It's goddamn Sebastian's and if I never see him again it will be too soon. You hear that Sebastian?! Too soon!" he yelled at the wall.

"Shut up, I can't hear the TV!" came the yell back.

"They're worse than us," Jeff said. "I think the official tally is, they're worse than us."

"Oh, we can be louder than that," Nick said.

"Sure we can," Jeff said. "Too bad I'm not having sex with you until you admit you want to be in a relationship again."

"Okay hold on now," Nick said. "You're revoking best friends with benefits status and you're going on a hunger strike?"

"Yes," Jeff said, simply, jumping into bed, having already shed his uniform at the speed of light. "Sounds legit, I think."

"I hope you know how much you're hurting me, knowing I'm causing you to do this," Nick said, looking at Jeff very seriously.

"I know," Jeff said. "But I also know you love me and want what's best for both of us, which is, inevitably, getting back together, and I'm not taking no for an answer."

"I can't be with you!" Nick half-screamed. "I can't do it! I can't deal with it right now, I don't want to think about you and Sebastian, and I don't want to have a serious talk about cheating! I just don't want to do it, and before we get back together, we need to seriously talk about what cheating is to us, because I can't go through this again. I can't." His knees gave out and he sank to the floor. "Not Sebastian, not anyone, not now, not ever, Jeff, I can't." Jeff was back off the bed and at Nick's side faster than you could blink.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, you have to know how sorry I am," Jeff said, hugging Nick tightly to him.

"Please eat something," Nick begged, tears leaking out of his eyes. "I can't stand to see you like this, and I can't be blackmailed from both sides. Please, do it for me, your best friend, eat something." Jeff shook his head. "Jeffrey, please. Please."

"I can't, Nicky," Jeff said. "I tried, I really tried. I just throw up whatever I try."

"Try harder," Nick urged. "Because you're my best friend, and I love you and you're dying."

"I'm not dying, I'm fine," Jeff huffed. "I feel fine."

"You can't be fine, you haven't eaten," Nick said. "You should be dead."

"But I'm not, so can we stop focusing on it?" Jeff asked.

"Then tell me what to focus on," Nick said.

"Focus on what Sebastian is going to do to Blaine," Jeff said. "And stop him."

A/N: I don't know, it got away from me, I don't even... Anyway, if you liked it, send me a review so that I start writing the next chapter, which will probably be another sex scene, but not as long, and also they get back together, I would assume. Maybe I can fit the title scene into that chapter too, I dunno, we'll see. Anyway, review for me? :D

Samantha.