A/N: Ummm... Yeah... Fluff! Not a lot, but enough for now. Please enjoy!

Dylan

As Lio stepped around the guy at the front door, and into the party, I studied him a little closer. We had gone out and been very close, but never in all of our time together did Lio, or his dad for that matter, mention the incident that involved his brother. I only knew that something big had happened because Charlie's ex-girlfriend had told me just that. But she wouldn't go into specifics. However the way that he reacted, on top of the fact that he had never really explained what happened with his brother, worried me. But then again, if Lio didn't want to talk about something, he simply wouldn't talk about it.

I took Marco's hand in mine, only to be rewarded with a slight blush and smile. I led the group into the party, quickly everyone fanned out, going to join little groups. I felt Marco pull on my hand a little, and saw he was pulling me towards the common room area of the house. I noticed quite quickly the keg set up on the table.

Third Person POV

Loud music blared from enormous speakers in the dining room. Laughter and conversations matching the volume of the music came from the people of the party. A light haze from cigarette smoke was present, making everything appear as if it were some flashback sequence from a bad movie.

Several hours after their arrival found Marco, Dylan, and Lio in a circle, watching others do body shots. Everyone laughed and called out obscene things as two males did a shot off of a woman with her shirt up, then kissed afterwards. Marco, who had found this mildly shocking at first, had been told by Dylan and Lio that pretty much everyone at the party was either gay or bisexual.

After several cups of what Marco could only assume was beer, he was feeling quite lively, and decided to be more out going than 'Mr. Perfect-School-Boy-President-Preppie.' Another group of people had just finished doing a shot, when Marco spun to face Dylan and pulled him into the middle of the circle. Grinning wider than ever before Marco, playfully pushed Dylan down onto the 'shot table.'

Marco

As I pushed Dylan down onto the table, I couldn't help but love the shock in his eyes. His awe excited me, and the gasp he gave as I quickly removed his shirt nearly drove me nuts. I took the salt and spread a long line of it up his belly and across his chest. I grabbed the bottle and poured some of its contents into a shot glass. Looking up for a moment, someone caught my eye: Lio. Or more specifically, the look in his eye.

The look said that he wished it were him in my shoes. The look said he missed being able to crazy shit with Dylan like this. He was smiling and grinning along with everyone else in the circle, but I knew that he was hiding something. And just as quickly as I'd had Dylan's shirt off, a new idea came to me. I grabbed the salt again, making a parallel line to the one I had made before, and poured a second shot.

I moved quickly around Dylan and directly in front of the target of my new plan. I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the center of the circle. Pulling him down to Dylan's the lowest part of the salt line, I met his eyes. The dark midnight of Lio's eyes had a knowing look. Our tongues flicking out in unison, licking the salt off of Dylan's lower stomach. The soft gasp that came from his lips only worked to excite us further, thus speeding our tempo at which we consumed the salt off of his body.

A groan was our reward as both reached his nipples. We quickly finished the slat trail and took our shots, squinting at the bitter bite of the alcohol. With out thinking, I brought my hand up to Lio's face, and pulled him close. My lips meeting his, our tongues battle for supremacy. Hoots and hollers brought me back to reality as I realized my actions.

A blush quickly spread across my face as I looked down, only to meet the eyes of Dylan. His face held a look that I had never seen before. Part confusion, part lust, part love, and part something I didn't want to identify. But in no way was he upset, moreover intrigued by my actions. The smile on his face said perverse things, and only increased my blush.

Lio

Several hours later

As far as I could figure it was somewhere around one in the morning. No clocks in a house makes it hard to keep track of time, and to top it off, my cell phone was in the car. I was getting tired, and not being drunk, while it had its advantages of laughing at everyone else who was hammered, was beginning to get boring. I was wanting to get home before dad, so I started to look around the party for everyone else.

I found Ashley sober in the kitchen, looking twice as bored as me. She hopped down from the counter she was sitting on and came up to me.

"Tell me," she practically demanded. "we are leaving soon?"

"Help me," I replied. "find Dylan and Marco and we are history."

We found Dylan trying to pull Marco away from the sound system. Some people just shouldn't do karaoke when they are shit faced... Ashley and I helped Dylan get Marco outside, where he effectively covered the shrubs next to the steps leading into the house in barf. After cleaning him up we loaded him into my car.

"Are you alright," Ashley said to me with a concerned look on her face. "I mean, to drive?"

"Yeah," I replied, buckling my seatbelt and starting the car. "I only had a single shot, and it takes a lot more to get me fucked up."

After dropping Ashley off at her house, Dylan turned to me, Marco cradled in his arms, passed out or asleep.

"We can't take him home like this," he said to me, concern clear in his voice. "and I don't wanna risk my parent's rage by bringing home my boyfriend to meet them for the first time drunk at 1:30 in the morning."

"He can sleep over at my house," I said, pulling out into the street. "you too, I mean.. If you want to."

Dylan used my phone to call Paige, and fill her in on our plans, and told her to come up with a cover story. By the time he finished on the phone, we were pulling into my driveway. Luckily, dad still wasn't home.

After unlocking the front door, Dylan and I managed to get Marco up to the second floor guest bedroom. I gave Dylan a pair of my sweat pants for Marco, and a pair of my dad's for himself. We said goodnight, and I closed the door.

Before heading off to bed, I trashed the previous note I had left my dad, and wrote him a new one alerting him to the fact that we had company. I then went up to my room, stripped down to my boxers, and fell on my bed. Asleep before I hit the covers.