A/N: I know I disappeared from this story. I was working on finishing up A Threat From Within. That story is now finished, yay! And I am back to working on this story. I was going to only have 7 chapters left, but an idea hit me and now I have no idea how long this will be. Enjoy the ride!

Chapter 6

Clay made his way into Delta's cage room the next morning. He had already gone to the linguistics department to pick up his course for Russian. He was hoping to get it done as quickly as possible so he could move on to another language. The more languages he learnt the more he could make with bonuses. Clay saw everyone was already here and Clay placed his books down in his cage.

"Morning." Clay said.

"Morning. What do you got there?" Roth asked.

"Russian. I'm learning a new language." Clay answered.

"You picked Russian?" Maddoc asked.

"No one in DEVGRU speaks Russian. I thought I would focus on the languages that no one else speaks. Give Delta an edge."

"I like it." Sanders said with a smile.

"What other languages do you speak?" Keith asked.

"Hausa, Yoruba, Mende, Arabic, Pashto, Urdu, French, Spanish and Mandarin."

"Damn." Stokes said, impressed.

"How long will it take you to learn Russian?" Maddoc asked.

"Roughly a month."

"That's it?" Sanders asked, shocked.

"I have an eidetic memory so I learn quick." Clay said with a shrug.

"Eidetic, what is that like photographic?" Roth asked.

"Sort of. Only I remember everything I read, see and hear just from one time. It makes learning a new language pretty easy."

"Shit, wished I had that. Would have done a lot better in high school." Sanders said.

"It works in our favor. After Russian what language were you thinking of doing next?" Maddoc asked.

"Probably Farsi. The CIA is always looking for operators that can speak it."

"Good. I appreciate the initiative Delta Six." Maddoc said with a smile. He was already liking how Clay was helping them to stand out even more.

"Where did you stay last night? I thought I would be seeing you again." Stokes asked.

"Oh ya, a friend of mine that lives out of state is letting me use one of his rental houses."

The very last thing Clay was going to be telling anyone was that he was working for Ash and living in one of his houses. It was no one's business to begin with and he really didn't need the added headache with it.

"Awesome. We'll have to have a little housewarming party then." Stokes said with a big smile.

Maddoc's phone vibrated. "That will have to wait, we're getting spun up."

They all headed out and made their way to their war room. Clay noticed it was exactly like the one Bravo uses. Clay saw Delta's Commander, Commander Boden. However with him was also Mandy and Clay couldn't help but wonder why she would be here. They all took their seats as Commander Boden spoke.

"Listen up, this is our new CIA Liaison and Analysis Mandy Ellis. She is coming to us from Bravo. She was transferred to our team as our newest member, Clay Spenser, is classified as a CIA asset."

"Really? Damn." Roth said, impressed that Clay was labeled as such.

"It's news to me." Clay said, referring to the asset part. He had no idea he was being labeled as such. He also wasn't too sure how he felt about the whole thing either.

"Your language skills and IQ placed you as an asset. Apparently, where you go I go." Mandy said and everyone could tell she was not happy about the move.

Clay couldn't blame her, she was going from the top team down a few levels. To Mandy it would feel like a demotion, even though she would be doing the exact same job.

"We getting spun up or is this just an info session?" Maddoc asked.

"We're getting spun up. You guys will be going into Culiacán, Sinaloa Mexico. It is one of the main headquarters with the Sinaloa Cartel. This cartel is something that the CIA have been tracking and trying to eliminate since the 1990s. They are considered to be the most powerful and wealthiest drug organization within the western hemisphere and they are making it a very close race for the entire world. Their focus is on cocaine, heroin, marijuana and recently they supply the majority of fentanyl that is coming into the United States." Mandy started, as she passed around the files.

"We've heard of em, but why are we going in? We've never been sent after them." Maddoc asked. They had done plenty of cartel operations, but none involving this cartel.

"Two reasons, the first: the drugs they are selling within the United States are not just going to gangs. They are also going to organizations that are selling the drugs and sending the profits back home overseas to be used to purchase weapons that are used to kill our soldiers. The second, the cartel is becoming unstable. The cartel is currently headed by Ismael Zambada García, aka El Mayo, and the sons of Joaquín "El Chapo" Guzmán the former leader before he was arrested, Alfredo Guzmán Salazar, Ovidio Guzmán and Ivan Archivaldo Guzmán Salazar. There's been some internal conflict though recently between El Mayo and Guzman's sons, that conflict is causing a rift within the organization pushing it towards an internal war. Now is the perfect time to strike to take them all out." Mandy finished explaining.

"We doing a solid elimination of the top dogs?" Clay asked.

"We are. El Mayo and Guzman's three sons. We take them out and the organization will begin to grumble. I have also been told that you will be able to destroy the current supply of drugs and their equipment to make them. We destroy everything we can, including any money they have on premises." Mandy answered.

"Sounds simple enough." Sanders said, as he leaned back.

"We got a map of the target building?" Maddoc asked.

Mandy pulled it up on the screen and Maddoc went and looked it over.

"Seems pretty routine. We'll hit the ground from all angles and eliminate anyone in our way. The drugs will be in one of the main rooms off to the side. We'll clear and take out anyone in our path. We got a window for the head guys?" Maddoc said, as he took it all in.

"They are set to be there today to check on the final product before it is to be shipped out." Mandy answered.

"We'll have ISR and satellite images by the time you touch down. It's going to be a daylight raid. We go in and get out, we'll be back by dinner time." Commander Boden said.

"Sounds good. Let's grab our gear and head out." Maddoc said to the team.

Everyone grabbed their file and headed out of the room. Clay went over to Mandy and spoke.

"I know you aren't happy with being on Delta now, but it's not my fault. That belongs to Bravo."

"I wouldn't be here if you were still on Bravo." Mandy pointed out.

"And I would be on Bravo if they hadn't treated me like shit and destroyed my apartment, getting me evicted. You want to blame someone for your new position within DEVGRU, blame them."

Clay headed out of the room, not even bothering to hear anything else Mandy had to say. This wasn't his fault and he was not going to be dealing with Mandy being pissy at him. She wanted to blame someone she could blame every single member on Bravo. Clay went into the cage room and started to grab his gear as Maddoc spoke.

"You look like you didn't sleep last night."

"I was up late getting some things worked out. I'll be fine." The last thing Clay wanted was for Maddoc to know he was working for Ash, or anyone for that matter. He didn't need people thinking his focus was pulled.

"We don't have that long of a flight to Mexico and we'll be using the time to go over the plan. Take a caffeine pill to keep you awake and sharp." Maddoc ordered.

"Yes Sir."

Clay wasn't sure how he felt about the caffeine pills, but he knew if this was how Delta operated, then he would roll with it. Clay grabbed his gear and he popped one of the caffeine pills before he headed out. They all made their way to their plane and got their things settled in. This was going to be the first time Clay was gonna go on an operation without Bravo since being within DEVGRU. Clay should have felt disappointed, or sad, but he was a bit excited. He wouldn't have to deal with the mother henning from the team. He wouldn't have to deal with the guys treating him like he was a fresh rookie out of boot camp. Don't get him wrong, he knew they meant well and he appreciated everything Jason taught him, but there were plenty of times he already knew how to do something and the guys all said he didn't. It felt like they just assumed he was green because of his age and having less experience than them. When in fact, he had more experience at his age then they did when they were his age. He was the youngest in DEVGRU, that spoke volumes about his skills. It seemed like Delta wasn't the type to mother hen or to want to wrap you in bubble wrap. They didn't treat him like he was breakable and it was refreshing to Clay. This was going to be his first operation of many on Delta and maybe one day he would be the one running Delta and putting Bravo completely in his rearview mirror.

XXX

Delta made their way through the back forest where the Sinaloa cartels headquarters was. Clay was not feeling so confident with this plan, but he wasn't in the position to voice his concerns. It was hard, but he was learning to go with it again. They made their way through the trees and just before they broke into the clearing, they took up their positions. With a green light from Maddoc, they fired at the men guarding the outside of the factory. Once the men were eliminated Delta made their way across the open land towards the building. Roth grabbed the explosive tags that he had and placed them onto the door frame. Maddoc gave a nod and Roth hit the button, causing the small explosion to go off. They quickly filed into the warehouse and were met with a round of bullets. Clay took cover behind a wooden crate and started to pick off who he could. Their intel was right so far, there were only ten combatants within the building. It didn't take long before they were all down.

"Delta One to HAVOC."

"Go ahead Delta One." Commander Boden's voice came over the radio.

"Tangos have been eliminated. Stand by for photo confirmation."

Maddoc went around and snapped photos of their dead cartel leaders as the rest of the guys made their way through the building, clearing each room as they went. Clay made a mental note of the room where the drugs were being kept and produced for later. They were halfway through the warehouse when an unexpected group of combatants came at them. The guys all returned fire, Clay hitting a few dead on, and when the last man was down Maddoc spoke.

"HAVOC, anymore heat signatures?"

"Negative Delta One, you are cleared."

The guys made quick work finishing clearing the rest of the warehouse and when the last room was cleared and they were officially alone Maddoc spoke. "Jackpot HAVOC. We're going to destroy the product, equipment and money. Do you want us to blow the place?"

"Do it."

"Copy."

Maddoc looked at the guys as he spoke. "Alright, you know what to do. Delta Six with Roth to start placing the explosives around the building."

"Yes Sir." Clay said.

He went off with Roth and together they got all of the explosives placed all over the warehouse. As Clay went by one of the dead combatants that he had taken out, he noticed something right away. It was a kid, he was maybe sixteen or seventeen at most. He had killed him. It was the first time he had ever taken a life that was under the age of eighteen and he had done it without even realising he was shooting at a kid. At the time he was just another combatant with an AK47 pointed at him. Clay didn't know how to deal with this and he didn't have the proper time to process everything.

"Delta Six, you alright?" Keith asked, as he saw Clay just staring down at the body.

"Ya, ya I'm fine. I just didn't realise he was a kid."

"He lost the right to be a kid when he started firing at us. Use the thermites and then let's get out of here." Maddoc ordered.

Sanders tossed a few thermite grenades into the room with the money, drugs and equipment before the guys all got out of dodge. They ran towards the tree line and once they were in the clear Roth hit the button and they watched as the warehouse went up in flames.. The fire would burn hot and by the time anyone got here to put it out, the building would be gone and everything and everyone inside of it would be reduced to ash.

"Delta One to HAVOC, heading to exfil." Maddoc said.

"Good copy Delta One."

The guys all made their way towards exfil so they could get back to the plane and head home.

XXX

The guys landed and it was just after seven that night. Clay couldn't believe they had just done a raid all within a day. Normally they were having to fly twenty hours before they even reached the location and then they would have to wait for nightfall before executing. At a minimum it was three days for an operation. Today was the first time in his military career that he had completed an operation within a single day. Clay had to admit, he kinda liked it. It would give them more downtime at this rate. As for this operation, he was still getting his mind wrapped around what happened. He wasn't expecting for the cartel to be using teenagers as gunmen. He didn't know why he didn't think they would, but for some reason he wasn't expecting it. It was hard to swallow that he had to kill a sixteen year old boy. He didn't even realise how old the kid was until the chaos had died down and he could actually get a real look at him. At the time, it was just another armed gunman looking to kill them with an AK47.

Clay had shot a teenager before, but that was in completely different circumstances and with Bravo. That teenager also lived, this boy was dead before he hit the ground. It was the first time he had killed someone under the age of eighteen and it was hard to take. This would be something that would be playing over and over again in his mind, no matter how hard he tried to stop it. When they got back on the plane Clay had gone off to be by himself, he pulled out the first Harry Potter book that Jason had given to him and tried to block out the world. It didn't work though, his mind kept going back and trying to figure out another way he could have handled that situation. The problem was, his mind couldn't find another solution to it. The solution his mind kept coming up with was having to kill the kid, but if they had done a different entry then they would have seen that second group along with the first group. They could have avoided so many deaths. Clay would have loved to have said something, but Maddoc had made it very clear before he joined that only number one and number two get to have any input on strategy sessions. The rest of them weren't even around for it so Clay could offer up an input. You were told what to do and you were to do it without any hesitation or questions. That was the hardest part for Clay to get used to, because Jason had been so open with everyone on the team. If you had an idea, you spoke up, it was just that simple. Clay didn't think it would be so hard to go back to how it used to be on Team Three, but it was a bit more challenging than he expected.

"Alright, who's up for a party?" Stokes asked, as they grabbed their gear to head off of the plane.

"It's Monday, way too early in the week for a party for me." Sanders said.

"Fuck you're lame. What about you two?" Stokes said to Roth and Keith.

"I got my girl waiting for me back home. No way am I missing her fine ass tonight for a party." Roth commented.

"I'm always down for some fun." Keith said with a smile.

"What about you Pretty Boy?" Stokes asked, with a wink at Clay.

"Naw man. I'm gonna hit the grocery store and then crash."

Clay needed to get some food and he had to try and get some work done before heading off to bed. He was already exhausted, but he needed to try and get a jump start on the translations.

"Boring, come on man, you need a housewarming party. Plus, this is your first operation with Delta, we gotta celebrate." Stokes said.

"Maybe this weekend we can grab a drink. I gotta get situated at the new place." Clay said, as he walked into his cage.

Stokes looked over at Keith and gave a nod, one Keith returned. There was no way they were missing out on a chance to have a great night. Clay would thank them for it later.

"What's your new address? We need to know in case you turn up missing." Maddoc said.

"Ya it's 3814 Sandbridge Road." Clay easily answered.

"You'll need to give someone on the team a spare key just in case we ever need it. It's a precaution we all take." Maddoc added.

"No problem. I'll have one made."

Clay could understand that, it was a necessary precaution that they all had to take. When you were in this life there was no telling what could happen to you. Roth and Sanders both placed two of their duffle bags down onto the table in their cage room while Stokes and Keith went and locked both doors. Clay looked at them confused as to why they were locking the doors.

"What's going on?" Clay asked.

"Just a precaution. We don't want anyone coming in for this." Maddoc said.

"For what?" Clay asked, just as confused.

"For this." Roth said, as he unzipped the one duffle bag.

Clay could see it was full of cash bundles with six full bricks of cocaine. Sanders did the same for his duffle bag and Clay saw it was just as full with cash and cocaine.

"This is from the cartel's stash?" Clay asked, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Yup." Stokes answered with a smile.

"But we destroyed it all. We were ordered to." Clay said, still trying to catch up.

"And as far as the Upper Brass know, we did. When we hit places like stash houses, especially cartels, we always take a cut for ourselves." Maddoc said, as he started to divide up the cocaine, two bricks each. "What you do with the coke is up to you. I'll divide it up and sell it to people that I can trust for the extra cash. Same as Sanders and Roth. Keith and Stokes prefer to snort it."

"I'll snort some, but I mostly sell mine." Sanders added.

"And the cash is divided up amongst us equally. We were able to grab two hundred grand, that's thirty-three grand and some change each." Roth said.

"This is against regulations." Clay said.

He knew that Delta was different, he had heard the rumors and whispers about how Delta had some powerful people in the Upper Brass watching out for them. He had heard how they were supposedly corrupt. Clay never truly believed it though, he preferred not to listen to rumors or whispers. He preferred to stick with real facts and standing here it was looking like the rumors were true. Delta was dirty.

The guys gave a chuckle to that as Maddoc spoke. "Regulations are for this stuff to be burned. We are simply taking a share for ourselves. Look, this is the turning point for you, either you are fully with Delta or you are out. I won't have a member of this unit not fully committed to how we do things here Spenser. Are you in or do I need to sign a transfer form back to Bravo?"

Maddoc knew that normally Clay would be a whistleblower, but given what he had already done Maddoc was confident that Clay would stay with them. He had not only done drugs the other night, but he had just killed a teenager. That was a hit to any good man's psyche. That is why Maddoc didn't wait until Clay left before he divided up the goods. He knew Clay would stay with them, if nothing else, he wouldn't want to go back to Bravo with his tail tucked between his legs.

Clay couldn't believe this was happening. He never expected to be put in this situation and if you had asked him a year ago or even a month ago, he would have told them all to go fuck themselves and then report it. Now wasn't a month ago though, now was now. And now Clay was looking to make his own name for himself away from Bravo and away from Jason. He wanted to prove that he could be a Tier One operator all on his own, he didn't need Bravo's protection. Before being in Bravo was all about being a part of a family. Now it seemed like all everyone saw in him was Jason Hayes' shadow, his mini-me. Clay didn't want to be someone's shadow, whether that was Ash's or Jason's. He wanted to be his own man, he wanted to have his own name for himself. Being on Delta was his one shot at it, at least that is what it seemed like to Clay. there was also this other small voice in his head reminding him of the hundred grand he owed the bank. Thirty grand would make a nice dent in it. At this point he was already through the looking glass and maybe he would be able to change Delta, get them back on the right path and make a good name for themselves.

"I'm in." Clay simply said.

"I knew you were one of us, that's why you were supposed to be on Delta from the very beginning." Maddoc said proudly.

Everyone got their bricks of cocaine and their money stacks. They all put them away in their duffle bag that they would bring back to their home with them. Clay made his way outside and called a taxi so he could take it to the grocery store. He was going to have to walk, but he had some unexpected cash now so he could take a taxi to grab some food. Clay didn't know how often they did this, but he was going to put the majority of the money down on the loan to help pay it off sooner. He would keep some back though and see if he could find himself a used car that he could drive. He would have to risk not having insurance right now, but it would at least allow him to get to and from places. He would have to see what he could do.

Clay arrived home roughly at eight-thirty that night. He made quick work of putting his food away before he took the duffle bag and headed into his bedroom. He needed a safe place to put his cash and drugs in until he would be able to go to the bank tomorrow morning before work. Clay found a drawer in the closet that would work for shoes or accessories. He figured it was hidden enough for the night. He placed the money and drugs within the drawer before he pushed the few items of clothing he had in front of it. Clay then got changed into some sweat pants and no shirt before he headed back out into the living room.

He was exhausted, but he needed to get some work done. The problem was, he couldn't get his mind off of that kid he killed. He needed to be able to focus, to just switch his mind off. Clay went and grabbed the cocaine he had in the kitchen and poured out two lines on the plate he had used last night. Clay picked up the straw and snorted both lines. Clay knew it would help him to wake up and to also turn his mind off. He would be able to stop thinking about that kid. He would be able to stop seeing him lying there in a pool of his own blood.

Clay gave a deep sniff as he made his way towards his couch. He sat down and was about to open his new work laptop when there was a knock at the door. Clay got up, expecting it to be Ash, but he was in for a surprise when he opened his door. There on the other side were six very attractive girls.

"Um, hello. Can I help you guys with something?" Clay said, he had no idea what the hell was going on.

"Hey hot stuff. Stokes sent us over, said someone was in need of a good housewarming party." The one girl said, as she placed her hand on Clay's bare chest and pushed him back as she spoke.

All of the girls came into the house and the last girl closed the door behind her.

"Look, I am sure you all are very nice, but I'm just looking to get some work done." Clay said. He had no idea what Stokes was doing, but he really needed to get some work done and then go to sleep. Even if he had six very sexy women in his house.

"Work hard, play harder sexy." One girl said.

They all started to remove their coats and underneath Clay could see they had on some very short cocktail dresses. They were very attractive and if this had been a Friday night and he didn't have any work to do, he might have entertained this, but not tonight. The one girl went over to the kitchen where the cocaine was.

"Mind if I do a line?"

"Not at all." Clay said; he was trying to figure out how to get them out of here when they clearly had no interest in leaving.

Before Clay could really say anything else his front door opened again and Stokes walked in with Keith.

"I got party favors." Stokes said, as he held up a brick of cocaine and a baggie of pills.

"I got the booze." Keith said, who was holding a large liquor store bag.

"What the hell Stokes? I told you I wasn't interested in a party." Clay said, not impressed at all.

"Come on man you need it. You had a hard time on this op with that kill. You need to unwind and have some fun so you can go into work tomorrow ready to go. This is the best way to do that." Stokes said.

"And who are they?" Clay said, as he moved his around to indicate the women, who were currently doing lines in his kitchen.

"Those are my kitties. They love Seals and whenever I need to have a fun party, I always call them. Have some blow, pop a Molly and let's have a good time." Stokes said, as he put his arm around Clay's shoulders and brought him over to the kitchen.

"This is a nice place." Keith said.

"Ya, it is. There's a hot tub outback too." Clay said, not even realising what he had just said.

"A hot tub? Hell ya, is it on?" One of the girls asked.

"Ya." Clay simply said.

"Why the hell are we in here then?" Another girl said.

She pulled up her dress and removed it. Everyone saw that she was naked under the dress, and she headed towards the back door. The other girls all removed their clothing and followed, leaving just the guys in the kitchen.

"Fucking hell." Keith said, as he popped a Molly and started to strip as he made his way outside.

"Live a little." Stokes said, doing just what Keith did.

Clay stood there alone in his kitchen. He had no idea how this night had turned out this way. He really just wanted to get some work done and go to sleep. And yet, there were eight naked people in his hot tub, there were drugs and booze all over his kitchen counter. It was insane, but he was already through the looking glass. Clay did another line before he popped a Molly. He grabbed two of the whiskey bottles and the plate with the drugs on it and made his way outside. He might as well have fun tonight and forget about the kid he killed today.

(Dirty version of the rest of the night is on my AO3 account)

XXX

Clay's head was going to explode. He had no idea why he had drank that much last night. He really needed to stop drinking and doing cocaine in the same night, the hangover was brutal. The beeping from the alarm would not stop though so Clay forced his eyes open. Once again he realised that he was naked, in his own bed this time. He was on his stomach and there was something heavy against his back. Clay quickly discovered it was a person laying on top of him. Clay reached over the short distance and turned off his alarm. That caused the person on him to move slightly and that was when Clay noticed something very important, there was something in his ass. Clay looked over his shoulder and saw that it was Stokes laying on top of him. Clay felt a slight pain in his ass, something he had never felt before. His stomach was also sticky. The night came back to him like a freight train and Clay realised that him and Stokes had had sex last night. Stokes was still in him.

"Stokes, get up." Clay instantly said.

Stokes gave a groan as he moved slightly, pushing himself further into Clay's ass. Clay had no idea what was happening or how he felt about any of this. Unlike last time, he could remember exactly what happened. He remembered Stokes touching him, he remembered wanting to touch Stokes and wanting to give him head. He remembered moaning and enjoying it. But that is where it got confusing for Clay. He was not gay, so why did he enjoy it so much?

"Fuck, what time is it?" Stokes groaned.

"We gotta get up and get to work." Clay simply said.

"Fuck work, I'd like to stay right here. I'm all swarm and snug." Stokes said, as he thrusted his hips slightly.

There was a bang on the door before Keith called out. "We gotta get going. Let's go cock lovers, we got work."

"We're coming." Stokes called out.

"Make sure you lick it up then." Keith teased back as his footsteps headed down the hallway to the shower.

Stokes gave a chuckle before he turned his attention back to Clay. He kissed the back of Clay's neck as he spoke. "Don't worry, he won't say anything Pretty Boy."

"I need you to get off of me, please." Clay said. He needed space, he needed time to process and think.

Stokes pulled back, separating them as he spoke. "And the freak out begins."

"I'm not freaking out." Clay said in his defense, as he got up and headed into his own attached bathroom.

He needed a shower, he needed to try and clear his head so he could focus. The second he got under the hot water, the shower door was opening and Stokes was joining him.

"What are you doing?" Clay asked.

"Keith is in the other shower and we are going to be late at this point. This will be faster, plus we can chat about what happened last night. Normally I wouldn't care, but you seem like the talking kind of guy."

"It wasn't supposed to happen again. And we certainly weren't supposed to have sex. I've never even done that before." Clay said, giving in and just washing his hair.

"Oh I know. You were gloriously tight. Don't worry, I made sure to be careful and gentle with you. And ya we said it wouldn't happen again, but it did. Why is it such a big deal to you?" Stokes made sure to keep his voice calm and even. He didn't want to scare Clay away, not when he had him in the perfect position.

The guys on the team knew he was bi-sexual, but in reality Stokes got off on the power and control he could have over someone. He didn't care if that was a woman or a guy, he just wanted to control and dominate them. He got off on knowing he could make someone that would never do something, do it. And with Clay, it was all about power. The more he pushed Clay to the edge, the more he would hurt Jason for picking over him.

"I'm not gay. I've never been attracted to a man before in my life. This makes this very confusing because it seems like the only time I do something with you is when I'm high."

"Just because you like to suck cock, doesn't mean you are gay. I'm bi-sexual, there's nothing wrong with liking both pussy and cock. Why do you need to label it? Sex is supposed to be about fun and pleasure, you don't need to throw a label on who you are or what your sexuality is. Just focus on the fun and pleasure of it."

Clay knew what Stokes was saying made sense. It didn't really matter what his sexuality was. He could be bi-sexual, he had no idea. He never expected this and that was making it confusing and screwing with his head. He needed time to process and figure out how he was going to proceed with all of this. Right now, he needed to finish getting cleaned up so he could get to work. He understood work, he was good at it. Clay finished washing his hair and as he turned to look at Stokes, Stokes surprised him by placing his hand on the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. This was the first time that they had kissed with Clay being completely sober. Clay was surprised to find a warmth feeling in the pit of his stomach. Stokes slipped in his tongue and Clay couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped as Stokes' tongue ran over his own. Stokes pulled him closer to him and deepened the kiss. After a moment Stokes pulled back and gave Clay a smirk.

"Now you know it feels good even when you are not high." Stokes smacked Clay's ass before he continued. "Get this sweet ass out of my way Pretty Boy. I gotta shower."

Clay got out of the way and grabbed a towel as he moved into his bedroom. He couldn't believe he had just been kissed by Stokes. He wasn't expecting it, just like he wasn't expecting for it to feel good. He was so confused by all of this he had no idea what it meant, what any of this meant. Adding to his problem was the fact that who he would normally talk to about it, he couldn't. He couldn't call up Sonny or even Jason and talk it out with them. He would have to figure this out on his own. For now, he needed to get ready for work. Clay got his uniform on just as the shower turned off. He made his way out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen. He could smell coffee and he was thankful for Keith starting it.

Clay saw Keith getting his to-go cup ready and Keith turned to smirk at Clay.

"I didn't know you were into guys." Keith said, as Clay got his coffee going.

"I'm not." Clay instantly said.

"Could have fooled me. You're moans woke me up, if they didn't you screaming Stokes' name would have." Keith said with a chuckle.

"Who's screaming my name?" Stokes asked, as he came into the kitchen.

"Spenser, last night." Keith answered.

"It was a good night. I told him you would keep it on the downlow." Stokes said, as he pulled the plate over with the cocaine on it.

"I always do." Keith promised.

Stokes got three lines set up before he took the first one, passing the straw over to Keith.

"You need to do a line. It will fix that hangover you got." Stokes said to Clay.

"We have to work, we can't be doing it high." Clay instantly said.

"You won't get high off one line. It's just going to correct the chemical balance in your blood. It'll put you back to neutral." Stokes explained, as Keith passed the straw over to Clay.

Clay figured there was no point in arguing, it would help to quiet his mind and if it fixed his headache that would be a serious bonus. Clay took the straw and quickly did the line before they all headed out for another day at work.