I am on a writing-roll so I thought to myself 'Why not update the 3rd chapter today after editing it because of boredom?'. So here you go =)

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Enjoy :)

Nick's POV

"Good morning sleepy head!"

Light filled the dorm room and Nick growled in agony. He grabbed his duvet and pulled it over his head. Was he supposed to die now? He felt like he did. There was this pain in his head that didn't stop and his throat was sore. Every muscles of his body hurt and as if that wasn't already bad enough, he smelled terrible like a mixture of alcohol and sweat.

"Come on Nick, it's already 4 p.m.! You can't sleep forever!" Trent was pulling at his blanket but Nick just clenched on it as if it was his life.

"I don't want to! Let me just lay here and die, please!" he whimpered. A familiar and not very welcoming feeling built up in his stomach and his eyes widened in horror. Within seconds he stumbled out of the bed and into the bathroom, shutting the door closed behind him and Trent was able to hear him choke. He shook his head and sighed. That was definitely faster than he'd thought he'd get him out.

"You're okay?" he asked after the choking stopped and he could hear the toilet flush.

Nick stepped out of the bathroom and looked at Trent with a serious face. "Never ever let me drink again, alright?" He lay down in his bed again and wrapped the blanket around him in comfort; his head pounded like it could explode any second. He had not felt this bad in a long time.

Trent just chuckled. Nick always told him that when being hung-over but it was never like he'd listen to it afterwards if Trent tried to warn him.

"Dude, you were completely wasted last night. Can you even remember anything?"

Every word that came from his lips felt like a punch to Nick.

"No, not really." His voice sounded rough and his mouth was completely dried out but he knew if he'd drink something now, the chances of throwing up again were enormous.

"And to be honest I'd like to sleep now. You can tell me what happened later. Good night!" With those words he pulled the duvet over his head again and closed his eyes.

Trent just shrugged. He knew how Nick could act like an ass when being hung-over; he was already used to it. So instead of taking it personal he just went back to reading the book he had started earlier. His concentration on it was quickly interrupted though by Nick squirming around before he set up straight, his breath heavy and his eyes huge.

"Dude, are you okay?" Trent asked worriedly.

Nick looked at him unbelievably. His mouth opened as if he wanted to say something but no words escaped his lips.

"Water" he pushed out after a few seconds and crawled out of bed again, ignoring the pain. Nick ran to the sink in the bathroom and started washing his mouth out for at least 5 minutes. Trent kept watching him in confusion.

After Nick turned out the faucet again, he looked into the mirror, a pale version of himself starring right back at him. His hair was a mess and he had to squint his eyes against the bright light to actually see something. Both his hands were gripping onto the sink tightly so that his knuckles turned completely white. Memories of last night hit him and he wanted to tug at his hair and start screaming but instead he just stood there, completely numb.

He remembered Ivan, the mysterious blond male and how he danced just for him. Nick also remembered how he upset him by asking for his real name and told Seb afterwards that he wanted to get completely wasted- everything that happened afterwards was just a blur. The only clear thing he could still remember were a lot of cocks and tongues that that night -and one of them was none other than Sebastian's.

"I think I have to puke again." Nick held a hand in front of his mouth to gesture how serious it was. He has had his cock shoved right in Sebastian's face yesterday and even worse- he now could exactly remember how he was on his knees in front of the other boy.

"Trent?" His voice sounded higher than usual and shook slightly, showing how upset he was about those memories. "I think I have done something really really stupid!"

"You do that all the time!" Trent wasn't surprised at all. When Nick got drunk, he always did something he regretted afterwards- another thing the younger boy was already used to from his best friend.

Nick shook his head and rued it immediately. It was still bitching around. He groaned in annoyance and massaged his temples. "No you don't understand. This time it is worse than all the other times."
"Well let's see" Trent started to list. "You've once set a park bench on fire, you shaved one side of your head bald, you had a car crash and oh, don't forget the one time where you dyed your eyebrows pink and purple!"

"I get it!" Nick interrupted Trent and growled silently. "I always do shit when I am drunk, okay? But this is really messed up!"

"I don't think that anything can top the eyebrows but go ahead."

"I gave Sebastian a blowjob and vice versa" he mumbled as low and fast as possible in the hope that Trent hadn't understood what he was saying. The second Trent looked at him speechless he knew that he definitely had though.

"Wait, can you repeat that again, because I think I've got something wrong!" Trent stumbled over the words and didn't quite believe what he had just heard.

"No you got it right." Nick pinched the back of his nose and took a few deep calming breaths. How was he ever supposed to look Seb in the eyes again? He'd never done something like that with someone he knew- or even worse was friends with! Normally Nick would search for a guy and try to keep the small talk as short as possible and get straight into things.

But this here was different: This was someone he cared about, a person that actually mattered in his life.

He was ripped out of his thoughts by furious knocks at the door and Sebastian's voice coming through it: "Duval, open that fucking door! You and I have to talk, now!"

Nick looked at Trent, searching for some kind of help from his best friend.

"Oh no! No! Don't look at me like this, Nicky! You brought yourself in there and now try to make it right again. I tell you all the time that alcohol is not good for you. No, don't use that puppy look on me anymore! That stopped working a long time ago!"

Nick threw a revengeful stare at Trent. "Let me tell you something Nixon- Payback is a bitch!" With that he left the bathroom and a chuckling Trent behind him, getting ready to face the person he now definitely wanted to see least. This was not going to be fun.

Jeff's POV

It was noon when Jeff got out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and stretching himself before getting changed and going to the kitchen. Tanner was still asleep- or at least in his room- and Jeff started making coffee. It was a cheap one and not the best, but it was caffeine and as long as it kept him awake, it didn't matter to him how it tasted. Jeff had never been a person to sleep long or stay in bed if it wasn't necessary. He figured that people would do that only when cuddling with others or having sex, but he didn't have anyone by his side to do one of those things so there was nothing that would keep him in it.

After the coffee was ready and he had filled some of the steaming hot liquid into a mug, he took a slice of bread and spread butter and strawberry marmalade- his favorite- all over it.

He reached for the newspaper that was still lying on the table from earlier and started reading through it while eating and drinking his coffee.

Half an hour later his friend stumbled into the kitchen more asleep then awake and sat down on the kitchen bank, his arms on the table and his head on his arms. He was already halfway in the land of dreams again when Jeff put a cup of coffee right in front of his nose.

"You're up early!" he stated and searched for a pen in one of the kitchens drawers for the daily Sudoku in the newspaper.

"There were those little kids right in front of my window" Tanner growled. "And they screamed their lungs out of their chests. And after they finally finished, I wasn't able to fall back asleep anymore. How do you even manage to get up this early every day?"

Jeff shrugged. "I guess I don't need as much sleep as you do." He had the first box of the game in the upper corner of the left already completely figured out as Tanner started talking again: "You seemed pretty upset yesterday. Want to talk about it?"

The blond bit on his lower lip thoughtfully. No actually he didn't want to talk about it at all but he knew how Tanner always reminded him to not let everything eat him up from the inside and instead share it with someone. He knew that his friend was worried about him all the time and hoped for Jeff to stop building up these walls around him all the time.

With a sigh he decided to just tell Tanner. There was nothing he could lose, right?

"It started with this boy I danced for yesterday. His name was Nick and it was his 18th birthday. His friend apparently was Conner's nephew."

"Sebastian?" Tanner interrupted. "I know him. We've talked a couple of times before. He seems like a nice guy, maybe a little arrogant though. "

Jeff shot his friend an annoyed look. There was nothing that he hated more than being interrupted when telling a story.

"Sorry!" Tanner mumbled as he caught his glance and gestured him to continue.

"However he seemed nervous about this all at first but after a short time he warmed up. It was actually quite okay. He wasn't really touching me, just sitting there and enjoying the show. In the end however he asked for my age. I was okay with telling him that one because it was a compliment to me that he said I look like 17. But after that he asked for my real name- that's when I literally kicked him out." Jeff sighed and emptied the mug of coffee before bending his head again so the blond bangs could cover his eyes. "No one ever asked for my real name." He mumbled the words silently to himself and felt Tanner's hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

Silence settled over the room. Jeff knew that the ginger man wasn't good with his words thus he didn't expect him to say anything. They sat there a few minutes before he shook the other's hand off of him and went to his room, withdrawing himself from the world around him in his self-written stories about happiness and true love.

Nick's POV

"So we'll just forget about it?"

"And pretend like it never happened."

"That's a deal!" Nick sighed.

At first when Seb had entered the room, he had started screaming at Nick about what the hell he had actually thought when blowing him. Then it was the brunet's turn to yell right back at him, which went over into a heated fight about whose fault this whole situation was. When probably the whole floor was aware of what was going on they both slowed down and it all ended in a discussion and insults were thrown around about how terrible the other one had been. Finally after Trent came stormed in again, sick of being banished from his room because of those boys, they agreed that what had happened should be forgotten until the rest of eternity and something like this would never happen again.

Nick settled down on his bed, his head supported by his hands and sighed deeply. The whole screaming around thing sure wasn't helping his recovery from being hung-over.

Sebastian joined him. He had been as drunk as the brunet last night but he was more used to alcohol than him which made his hangover not half as bad as Nick's.

"Oh by the way, what had happened during your private show yesterday? You seemed pretty insecure afterwards."

Nick through his head back against the wall and groaned because of the pain. He really didn't want to talk about it right now but he knew there was no way around it- Trent was now on his side as well, poking him in the rips and wanting to know what Seb talked about.

After he finished the story, Trent looked amused and Seb looked at him like he was retarded. "Wow Duval, you really have not used your brain when asking that question, did you?" He rolled his eyes as Nick started pouting.

"How was I supposed to know that I am not allowed to ask that? It was my first time at a strip club and you never told me that." He earned a smack on the back of his head from Sebastian and winced in pain.

"No seriously, have you lost your mind? Why do you think that some of them use fake names? It's not because they just decided that it would be fun- I mean, yes maybe that as well, but mostly because they don't want their real identity to be revealed. Or do you think that everyone's working there just because it's so much fun? For the majority of them it's the only option to get by without going on the street for money."

Nick bit his lips as he listened to his words. He had never thought about it like this and shame washed over him. Guilt filled him and he wished that he would get the chance to apologize by the man for his stupid behavior- if he'd ever want to see him again.

TBC soon!

(Though I won't make it until tomorrow I think.)

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