It has been another few weeks, and Harry and Peter are still living in separate living spaces.

"So, why did you cheat on Harry the first time?" Wade asks as he is sitting in Harry and Peter's shared apartment in Manhattan.

"I don't want to talk about it." Peter says as he takes another sip from his bottle of whiskey.

"Fine. I'll just sing a bad rendition of All I Want For Christmas Is You." Wade says as he takes Peter's bottle and takes a long sip from it.

"Fine." Peter says dejectedly.

It was a warm summer night, exactly three weeks after Peter and Harry graduated from college, and Harry has been mourning the loss of his grandmother who just died three days ago.

"This has been so fun." Harry says as he and Peter are lying underneath the stars in May's backyard with his head on Peter's shoulder. "Thank you for being here for me."

"I'll always be here, babe. Just like you were here when I miscarried."

Harry stays silent for a moment pondering about how Peter miscarried after six weeks and how he just lost him grandmother.

"I'm gonna miss you everyday that I'm gone."

"Me too." Peter says as he kisses his boyfriend's head.

"Seriously, thank you, babe." Harry says.

"Anytime."

"So, how are you going to spend this whole week without me being here?" Harry asks.

"Well, I was thinking about going to MJ's housewarming party on Saturday." Peter says as he wraps his arms around Harry's body. "She said that it's going to be a small affair, so it should be fun."

"Is he going to be there?" Harry asks with venom in his voice, emphasis on the word "he".

"Yup. They are together, but I will keep my distance from him." Peter reassures him "Besides, I know that you have a bad hstory with him, so it shouldn't be that hard to keep my distance from him. Besides, I am not that fond of him either because he just bullied the fuck out of me back in middle school, making fun of my parents' disappearance, and my uncle's death."

"Once a prick, always a prick."

"For real."

"Promise me something, Pete?"

"What's that, babe?"

"Take it slow on the drinks." Harry says. "I know how bad you can get after the 11th drink."

Peter chuckles.

"I will, babe. I promise you." Peter says as he kisses the top of his boyfriend's head.

"Hey bitches!" Gwen greets as she walks into her best friend's house.

"You know, you call us bitch a lot." MJ says.

"I know, Gwen, but think of it as a term of endearment." Gwen says.

"That is a sad term of endearment, MJ." Flash says as he makes his way into MJ's house.

"Leave my woman alone." John says.

"You bitches are all kinds of fucked up." Peter says.

"And I love when you remind me of that." John smiles.

"These friends of ours are beyond crazy, Flash." Felicia states.

"It's officially Saturday!" Gwen says. "I officially moved into this house with my man and we are gonna celebrate."

"Awesome!" Everyone exclaimed.

"Let's drink bitches!" Gwen says as she runs off to grab a bottle of whiskey.

"John, truth or dare?" Gwen asks as they are sitting on the ground.

"Mmm...truth." John says.

"What do you honestly think of Peter?"

"Um...I-well-"John says, blushing.

"JOHN HAS A CRUS H!" Flash teases.

John blushes even harder.

"I already knew the truth about that." MJ says. "You're turn, John."

"Peter. Truth or dare."

"Dare."

"I dare you to sit on my lap, stare into my eyes and tell me that you love me for one straight minute. If you fail, you must take a body shot off of my tummy."

"That it? you're so lame." Peter says as he makes his way onto John's lap.

"Quit talking and sit on John's lap like he's Santa." MJ says.

As Peter is comfortable on John's lap, he looks his friend in the eye and says-

"John Jameson, you are my best friend's boyfriend and I love you like a preacher loves Sunday."

"Thank you, Parker." He says, kissing Peter's cheek.

Peter blushes.

"I'm just here for the tequila so I can dance it out." Felicia says.

"I got a bottle for you." Gwen says.

"I am so happy that you're my person, Lecy." Gwen says.

"Where's mine?" Flash asks.

"You drank it last night, remember?" Peter says.

"Oh yeah." He laughs.

"Where's John?" MJ asks as she makes her way to the living room, tripping over her feet.

"I'll go look for him." Peter says.

"T-thanks, Pete."

Peter stands up and leaves the others in the living room.

He looks in the bedrooms.

Nothing.

He checks the bathroom.

Nada.

Laundry room.

Nope.

Finally, he hears an "Ahh" coming from the basement.

Peter checks the basement.

"John!" Peter exclaims as he sees several lines of white powder on the table.

"Petey! Come and join me!" John says before snorting another line.

Peter flinches in discomfort.

"Peter?" He says, wiping the excess powder from his nose, eyes red.

"MJ's looking for you." Peter says.

"Come, sit with me." John says.

Peter makes his way to the small couch.

"You know what this is?"

"Obviously." Peter deadpans.

"This is some good shit." He says, doing another line.

Peter doesn't say anything for a while.

"So, how's life with Harry?"

"It's good. He couldn't make it since his grandparents died, so he and Norman went to spend time with their other family members and-"

"I don't give a fuck." John says. "That bastard hates me."

"Well, you killed his mother!"

"And I apologized for that!"

"Did you?"

"I would think that a bottle of vodka would have sufficed than actually saying the words "I am so incredibly sorry for your loss!" John says doing another line.

"That is sad."

"What's sad is the fact that you aren't doing this with me."

"Well…if it's going to shut you up."

Peter snorts a line.

"Feels good right?"

Peter doesn't respond as he wipes his nose.

"Just like a pro." John says snorting another line.

Peter does another line.

"Look at you go!" John says happily.

"I need a drink." Peter says. "Let's go back up."

"Look who I found." Peter says once they find their way back in the living room.

"John." MJ says literally attaching herself onto her man.

"So, how's the party going?" John asks.

"It's been going great!" Gwen says. "Flash streaked around the house, MJ gave us a lap dance, Felicia took a body shot off of MJ, and I-"

"Gave Flash a blowjob." Felicia says.

"All while you were….?"

"In the basement." Peter finished.

No one noticed that they were high on coke.

Several hours later, almost everyone is knocked out.

"I miss you, babe." Peter says as he is on a Face Time call with his boyfriend.

"I miss you more." Harry says. "I haven't seen so many people for the longest time nor have never seen so many people in my life."

"Really?"

"I have cousins I lost touch with, aunts and uncles I don't remember, other family members I just met- it's crazy."

Peter chuckles.

"But seriously, I miss you so much." Harry says. "You would love being here, meeting my crazy family, exploring Europe , so on and so forth."

"We'll go one day."

"We will definitely come here." Harry states. "So how is the party going?"

"Fun! Flash streaked around the house, MJ gave us a lap dance, Felicia took a body shot off of MJ, and I-"

"Harry!" Norman calls. "We're going to make the fine plans for at the funeral home."

Peter sees Harry shaking his head in annoyance, sighing.

"Pete?"

"I know." Peter says sympathetically.

"I'll call you soon, babe."

"I'll be here."

"I know. I love you."

"I love you too. Say hi to your dad, Har."

Harry blows a kiss into the camera, and he disconnects the call.

Peter sighs.

"Although... OK, listen. I mean, I did lie to you once, but you're totally gonna laugh when I tell you, so..."

"Tell me what?" Peter says as he and John start doing more coke again in the basement while everyone is upstairs passed out.

John laughs as she takes a long sip of whiskey from the bottle that Peter brought from the kitchen.

"I really like you." He says as Peter lies down on the couch.

"What?" Peter asks as John pours a small bag of coke in several lines on Peter's torso.

"I like you." He repeats as he rolls up a dollar.

He snorts a couple lines off Peter's torso.

"Wow." Peter says as he takes a long swing from the bottle.

John does the last couple lines from Peter's body.

"You didn't save some for me?" Peter asks as he tries to stand up but he failed miserably.

He broke his promise with Harry.

Peter's drunk.

John pulls a big bag of coke from under the couch.

They snort lines like crazy for the next few hours and have drank through several bottles of various alcohol that has been at their disposal.

"I….ba'room." Peter says sloppily as he makes his way to the bathroom, beyond fucked up.

Peter takes a leak, washes his hands and looks in the mirror.

"Hey, there." He says to his reflection, laughing like crazy.

He pulls out his phone from his pocket and sees that he has seven missed calls and sixteen messages from Harry.

"You..Fucker." Peter says as he makes his way back to the basement.

John is swaying from left to right as Peter makes his way to the couch.

"Hey, John. What's up?" Peter asks sloppily.

"This." John says as he gestured to his hard-on.

Peter chuckles as he makes his way over to John and unzips his pants.

John sighs as Peter got on his knees, undid John's pants and pulled them down a little, along with his underwear, and starts licking John's leaking head.

"Oh yeah." John sighs, arching his back as Peter is bobbing his head up and down John's length.

John relaxes a few seconds later as Peter is bobbing his head up and down.

Peter continues to bob his head up and down, while John runs his hands all over his own thighs. This goes on for a full two minutes until Peter stands up, lifts John's hips, pulling off the pants and underwear.

John smiles.

Peter gets down on his knees again and continues to suck on John's length.

"Yes." John moaned as Peter is bobbing his head up and down.

John takes his shirt off as Peter is sucking John's dick as if it were a lollipop.

Seconds later, he's pulling on Peter's shirt.

Peter pulls away from John's dick and John pulls Peter's shirt off.

Peter undoes his own belt from his shorts before going down on John again.

"Suck me good." John says as Peter puts his hand down his own underwear.

Peter looks up at John as he is sucking on John's member, seeing John's smile.

John runs his hands up and down Peter's back.

"Good right?"

Peter pulls away from John's cock.

"Yes, J." Peter says standing up. He takes off his shorts and underwear before going back down on John.

A minute later-

"I wanna suck you." John says. He shifts on the couch so that he can give Peter some space on the couch.

Peter gets on the couch, on his knees and John starts sucking on Peter's cock.

"Take this cock." Peter moaned as he runs through John's hair.

Peter moans as John runs his tongue up and down his length, under his balls and sucks on each of them for a good three minutes.

"Yes." Peter moaned as he rocks is hips into John's face. "Fuck me."

John's eyes light up.

He sits upright in the middle of couch as Peter gets off the couch.

"Oh, yes." Peter moaned as he lowered himself on John's cock.

He starts to bounce up and down, moaning at John's physical touch on his hips.

"Yes. Oh, yes." Peter moans.

John smiles, enjoying every moment of this, completely forgetting that they both have significant others due to the amount of cocaine and booze in their system.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck!" Peter moans as he ran his hands all over John's pecks.

He kisses John.

Suddenly, John hits his prostate.

"Jesus-Fucking-Christ!" Peter yells out.

This goes on for seven minutes, which feels like several glorious hours for both intoxicated men.

Peter whimpers as John pulls out of him.

"On your knees."

Peter got on his knees, gripping the arm of the couch.

John got behind the man, and entered within Peter.

"Yes." Peter moaned loudly.

John pounds ruthlessly into Peter, repeatedly hitting his prostate.

"Fuck- don't stop!" Peter yells as he tries to grab the back of John's head.

John turns Peter's head, just enough to kiss him hungrily.

"FUCK ME!" Peter yelled loudly as he cums untouched.

John still pounds into Peter in a ridiculous pace, gripping on Peter's shoulders.

"Mine." John says before sucking on Peter's neck, creating a love bite.

"Yes." Peter moaned.

John pounds into him until he tells Peter-

"Put your ass on the edge of the couch."

Peter complies.

John then pounds into Peter and Peter loses it.

He wraps his arms around John's body, kissing him as Peter is enjoying John's bare cock in his ass.

"Fuck me. Fuck me, babe. Fuck me." Peter says in a low voice.

John pounds into him as Peter touches his hard length.

"Enjoying this?"

"Yes." Peter moans.

"Good, because-"

He spills into Peter's hole, groaning on Peter's lips.

Peter closes the gap by grabbing John's face and kissing him.

John positions Peter so that he can lie down on his back.

Peter giggles.

John is still hard as he gets on top of Peter, thrusting into him again.

"John." Peter moans as John is pounding into him.

They go at if for a couple more minutes until John spills a second load into Peter, as the latter spills all over his torso.

John pulls out of Peter once and for all.

They both start laughing like loons as they passionately kiss for a good minute.

"That felt good."

"Not, good. It was brilliant." John responds.

A few minutes later, they fall asleep in each others arms on the couch.

The next morning, Peter wakes up with a very bad hangover and bloodshot eyes.

He sits up, immediately feeling discomfort in his ass.

He looks around and he's naked.

"What the-" He says as he wipes his nose, noticing white powder on his fingers.

He spots two rolled up dollar bills, tons of white powder on the table next to several bottles of alcohol.

When he looks at himself in the nearby mirror by the stairs, he is shocked at the mess he sees staring back at him..

His phone rings.

He looks and it's Harry.

"Fuck!" He exclaims as his heart drops to his ass.

He just cheated on his boyfriend with the one person who took his mom away from him and his father.

"I'll keep this a secret." Peter says before he picks up his phone. "Hey, babe." He answered as his tears spill from his eyes, keeping his voice at a steady tone.

"What's even more sad about the situation is the fact that I had an abortion."

"You had an abortion?" A bewildered Wade asks.

Peter hangs his head.

"Two actually. One for him and one for you."