Jak II, AU. Being in a rock band, you would assume you would have it good, right? Well, not many people consider the emotional faults that go with it. WARNING: ::CONTAINS HOMOSEXUAL THEMES, YAOI, SLASH AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF! YOU NO LIKE? THE "BACK" BUTTON AWAITS!::

Vocals, Guitar: Torn

Guitar, Vocals: Sig

Bass, Vocals: Erol

Drums: Jak

Lyrics written by: Torn, Sig, Erol

~*~The Worst Hangover Ever~*~

When Jak came to the next morning, the first thing he noticed was a soreness up and down his back and in his legs. The second thing, was heavy warmth. He didn't remember his blankets being that warm. Only when one of them moved did he recall what it was.

Rolling over to the left, he snuggled deeper in the cascading warmth radiating from the muscled body. He feigned sleep to see what would happen. It was wonderful being sandwiched between the two guitarists. Despite being without blankets, and only a long shirt on, Jak was extremely warm.

Torn opened his eyes slowly, wanting to know why he felt so good. What he first noticed, was blonde hair tinted slightly green. He smiled knowingly, thinking about how good Jak felt writing against him last night, the sweet taste of his body and the ecstasy etched into his face so purely. His first time, and he hoped him and Erol made it a worth his while. Groaning slightly, the redhead moved over to look down on the sleeping faces of his two lovers.

Erol was always a rock-hard sleeper, never getting up before his internal alarm clock went off. Jak…well…he wasn't sure about him, but he looked somewhat conscious.

He sat up and smiled again. He felt like he didn't deserve two such wonderful partners as he had. But then again, he wasn't sure Jak would want it a second time. Torn was hopeful, however. Jak and Erol meant everything to him, emotionally.

The redhead finally made it to his destination: the bathroom.  Relieving himself, he walked back to the little dining area and sat down, peering out the open window at the sunrise. He basked in the glowing rays that hit his face with relish. He felt like the pink and yellow and purple colors were there especially for him. Torn smiled slightly and sighed. What he wouldn't give to be out there at that moment, feeling the first kisses of the warm rays.

Neocon's bassist came down a few minutes later, yawing and half-awake.

"Why're you up so early?"

"I l-l-lost my warmth…"

"Sorry."

"No, J-J-J-Jak rol-l-l-led over."

At this, Torn had to laugh. Erol woke up at the slightest things when he wanted to. Containing his laugh into a gentle smile, the early bird grasped the other redhead's calloused hand and pulled him into a warm embrace. Purring like a content cat, Erol curled up and closed his eyes, falling asleep nearly instantly.

Erol's hair was so silky smooth, despite it's coarse appearance. Torn stroked his lover's head softly as he waited for the other one to wake. Though he was pretty sure Jak was already up. Yawning himself, Torn lay back against the cool glass material and shut his eyes, clutching Erol close. Maybe he would sleep for a few moments…

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Jak rolled over in the now empty bed and sighed. Last night had been…indescribable in more ways than one. The two redheads were impeccable in their skills of lovemaking. So skilled, it left him wanting more. He wanted more of both of them, and it scared him. He knew he loved both of them…but in what way? He smiled softly, recalling the touches, whispers, and sounds exchanged between the three last night. It left him tingling.

What should he do? The smile was replaced with a frown as he contemplated different ideas that roved through his head.

Act like nothing happened? Confront them about it? Leave it alone? Let it continue? God, did Jak wish it were that simple. He wanted it to continue, most definitely, but he was afraid of the repercussions.

The smell of bacon wafted in through the curtains, making his mouth water. Well, problem solving could wait until later. Right now it was breakfast time. He clambered out of bed swifter than his mind could add two plus two and was sitting at the table when Sig put down the plate of bacon and buttered toast in front of him. Eyes going wide like a small child, Jak dug in, all thoughts of last night fleeing his mind in an instant.

"Hungry, are we?" came a small, tired voice from in front of him. Startled, Jak looked up quickly to see Torn staring at him in amusement.

"And so what if I am?" he answered, finally swallowing that piece of toast that made him choke a few minutes earlier. Torn shrugged delicately and picked up a bit of egg that the Wastelander made for him. He put it on the edge of his lips and let his tongue slowly snake out to pull it into his mouth. Jak watched with rapt attention, before remembering where he was. Blushing furiously, the blonde returned to his bacon with hopes of finishing it. They were dampened by a tattooed are reaching out and scooping them up.

"Erol! I was gonna eat that! Bastard!" Jak crossed his arms and pouted. The bassist raised an eyebrow and went back to consuming what was left of the drummer's food. That pouty look is going to be the end of me… Erol mused to himself, chewing thoughtfully on the crunchy piece of pork.

Sig sighed and sat down. 

"You guys were awfully quiet last night. What? Did the thought of the Metal Heads  get ya down?" he sniggered slightly at his little joke.

Torn shrugged again. "The show kind of tired us out. We were asleep before we knew it. Sorry, did we keep you up?" this time, Jak and Erol snickered at the crack. Sig knew when he was beaten in a battle of wits and raised his hands in defeat.

"All right, all right. Where's Vin?" the nervous manager was nowhere to be found and he was usually the one to get everyone else up.

"Haven't seen him yet," Torn said, gazing out the window as if to find the man out there being chased by rabbits.

"Hope he didn't go too far," the blonde whispered, letting his insecurities speak for themselves. Erol reached over and patted Jak on the back. A mere reassuring gesture? That's what Jak tried to tell his loins, but did they listen? Oh, no, never. Sputtering slightly inwards, Neocon's drummer rose quickly from the table and almost ran to the bathroom.

"What was that about?" Sig asked, completely clueless to the feral grins the redheads were exchanging.

"Maybe he's got diarrhea? Did you put ex-lax in his toast again, Sig?" the taller redhead grinned as the dark man threw a sharp look at him.

"I told you I only did that once. And DON'T let him find out…or I'll tell him who took his Misfit's CD and scratched it." Torn scowled, but immediately backed off. Erol let out a shuddering laugh.

"T-t-that was you who gave him the runs? He had that shit for at least three days…all puns possible intended!"

Sig's eyes widened as he felt a swift sigh of air whiz above him. Torn and Erol stopped and turned, too. The ex-lax victim stood behind the trio, eyes dangerously narrowed to mere slits. He had a wicked, sadistic grin on his face as he glared down at them. Coughing, Erol immediately went from Lap Dog to Someone-Help-Me-He's-Gone-Mad!. Nodding curtly at the other redhead (whom would inevitably get back at Erol for this traitorous act), he dashed up to Jak's bed.

"Heh, heh, heh…"

Glancing at each other for a nanosecond, the two guitarists screamed and made to jump over the table, but Jak was too quick. Grabbing them each by the collar, he dragged them back and seated them on the couch next to the sink. He grinned evilly at them and turned the water on full force, and just let it run. He then walked over to the bathroom door and held it wide open, revealing the toilet. Then, Jak snatched some rope out of the upper cabinet and tied Torn's hands behind his back and his feet in such a way that he could only sit cross-legged; he did the same to Sig. Still with that evil grin on his face, Jak sat at the television and turned it on to the Discovery Channel, which was doing a documentary on "famous waterfalls around the world." 

And so he sat, wanting to know which of the two men would succumb first and beg on his knees for forgiveness. After all, they both had a few cups of coffee this morning, and haven't been to the bathroom, yet. It was only a matter of time…

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Next up: Find out what happens to Sig and Torn! Where did Vin go? Was he kidnapped by the Metal Heads? Will Erol get his? What about Jak? What lengths will he go to exact his revenge? Is the author stark raving mad? Do you like blueberries? All this and more, in the next installment of: The Worst Hangover ever!

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