Chapter One

One More Shot

Paul laughed as he lounged on Jared's bed, his head rolling back in his drunken stupor. Luckily for the two teenage boys, Mrs. Cameron had to work the late shift at the La Push Medical Center, which meant that they were free to have a party of two. They didn't do this often, as Jared's mother would no doubt notice the drop in alcohol level if they did. She had warned them both about the dangers of alcohol poisoning more times than Paul could count, but of course, that didn't really stop them.

"Dude, you fucking suck." Paul snickered as he snatched the controller from Jared's hand, his head spinning with the sudden movement. "And don't even blame the gin – you sucked before." Paul gave him a crooked grin.

"Fuck you, Lahote." Jared spat, but there was no real bite behind his words.

Jared and Paul had been friends since they were in diapers. They were only three months apart, and their mothers had been friends since high school. Growing up with Jared was the only thing that made Paul's life less shitty. His old man liked to get wasted and beat on him, and Jared's wasn't much better. Luckily for the boys, Paul's dad put a shotgun in his mouth, and Jared's had run off with some blonde stewardess. Mrs. Cameron – or Mama Jackie as she insisted Paul called her – did her best to house both boys. Paul's mom wasn't as attentive as Jackie was. In fact, it had been weeks since she had even been in La Push. It used to bum Paul out when he was younger, but now it was just a fact of life.

"I'm pouring another shot." Jared declared as Paul selected a character from the screen. Although, at this point, they all looked like little blurs. "I thought you had a date with that girl from Port Angeles tonight."

Paul shrugged, his eyes leaving the screen to take the shot offered to him. "Brittany? Nah, I kicked her to the curb last week."

Jared snorted and shook his head. "I don't get you, man. You have beautiful girls practically throwing themselves at you and you just brush them off. I can't even get a girl to smile at me unless she's trying to get your number."

Paul's head lulled to the side to look at his best friend, game forgotten. "It's not enough, dude. It's like… yeah, they're hot and everything, but something just doesn't… click."

"When did you turn into such a woman?" Jared laughed, even when Paul threw the remnants of a pizza crust at his face. "But seriously, man. If you're not feeling it, you're not feeling it. Maybe you're not as much of a playboy as you t-think? Thought? Thunked?" Jared's drunken slur dissolved into a fit of deep chuckles as Paul joined in.

Paul couldn't help but notice the way the corners of Jared's eyes crinkled as he laughed – a trait he had always admired. Even when Paul laughed, it never felt as carefree as Jared made it look. Shit. Maybe he was turning into a chick. "You're fuckin' trashed." But even as he spoke, Paul's words slurred, laughing again as Jared's bubbled on. Something about the younger man's laugh was just… contagious.

They seemed to fall towards the middle of the bed at the same time, practically rolling on top of each other as they tried fruitlessly to combat their laughter which was now bordering on giggling. "Whoa." Paul jumped back as his arm brushed against Jared's "You're hot." He frowned. Sure, his own body was running a bit hotter thanks to the gin, but Jared felt like he had been standing in the middle of a furnace.

"Thanks, Paul, but I'm not really into guys." Jared smiled, his eyebrows wiggling up and down – not at all in a concise manner he had intended. They looked more like fuzzy caterpillars trying to squirm their way across his face.

"Shut the fuck up, Cameron, you know what I meant." Paul scoffed, punching his friend lightly on the arm. "Besides, men, women, doesn't matter. They're all helpless against my charms." Paul gave Jared a lazy smile, which caused the younger man to bark out a laugh.

"No one can be that full of themselves." Jared rolled his eyes. "I don't care if you had the body of Victoria's Secret model. I ain't biting."

"Wanna bet?" Paul wasn't sure where he was going with this. Maybe it was because his skills had been called into question. Maybe it was the gin. Then again, maybe it was due in part to the fact that his eyes tended to linger on Jared far more often than he would have liked to admit. Sure, they made bets all the time, but this wasn't exactly typical.

"I'm so sure, man. I would bet my fucking college fund." Jared's chin rose in defiance.

"Not like you'll need it, you idiot." Paul bit back. When Jared lunged for him, Paul caught him by the wrist, pulling his friend forward until their lips connected.

A part of him – the sober part that was drowned out by gin and the racing of his own heart went crazy in the back of his mind. This was his best friend – his best male friend. What was he doing? If he stopped now, he could play it off as a joke – part of their bet… But any ideas Paul had of stopping were thrown out the window as Jared's body went lax, his lips moving quickly against Paul's. Something stirred in Paul as his large hands moved to Jared's face. Something so familiar and yet… so much more than anything he had ever experienced. He expected Jared to pull back at any moment – to call Paul a fag and kick him out of his house, but instead, his hands slipped under Paul's shirt, his long fingers moving over the heated skin of his back.

"Told you." Paul breathed between hot open-mouthed kisses as he trailed his way to Jared's neck, biting the taunt flesh there and being rewarded with a hiss.

"This doesn't prove anything, Lahote." Jared nearly growled as he tugged on the hem of Paul's shirt. Getting the hint, Paul moved back so that Jared could help him with his shirt before shedding his own. They didn't pause as their bodies pressed together again. Pausing would mean thinking, and thinking would mean stopping. They were drunk, after all. It didn't mean they were gay.

Jared tried to press into Paul so he would lay back, but there was no way Paul was going to let Jared take control of this situation. In what should have been a fluid motion, but in truth was a drunken scramble, he flipped them so that Jared's back was pressed into the mattress. Before Jared could protest, Paul's hips jerked forward, rubbing their obvious erections together and causing both boys to moan deeply. Their kiss was more urgent this time, their fingers rougher as the sounds of the video game's home screen drowned out their heavy breathing. With women, Paul knew what he was doing. But this… this was new territory and if it weren't for the alcohol that blurred his inhibitions, he probably wouldn't have had the courage to come this far.

Paul hissed a curse as Jared's hands dipped into his jeans, finding him in an instant. Why was Jared so good at this? There was no hesitation in his movements at all. Still… there was something to be said for the touch of a man. All the women Paul had been with had been shy and tentative with his dick – like they were afraid it would fall off. The way Jared stroked him with practiced ease had Paul's head falling to his shoulder. "Shit, Jare…" Paul groaned, bucking into Jared's hand.

His own shaky fingers worked over the button of Jared's pants, trying three times before getting it to come undone. "You got any lube?" His voice was husky with need – probably more need than he had ever felt before.

Rolling to his side, Jared reached into the nightstand to retrieve several items as Paul's teeth nipped at his neck. "This better not be for me." Jared frowned as he looked over his shoulder to Paul, causing the other man to pause. "I'm not taking it up the ass, Paul!"

"Little louder, dude!" Paul hissed as he snatched the bottle from his hand. "I'm sure as hell not gonna be a fucking bottom here." He bit back, his face twisting in distaste. "Besides, you've had sex, what, three times? You'd blow your load in seconds." He reasoned. He could see Jared's frown deepen and knew if he didn't lighten up, this would end before it started. And much to Paul's surprise, he didn't want this to end. "I'll go slow…" He promised as teeth worked over Jared's ear. To ease some of the tension, Paul's hand found Jared's dick, still hard as a rock. It was an odd sensation – stroking a dick that wasn't his own. Surly the mechanics were still the same, it was just the angle that changed. "I'll make it feel good, Jare. I promise I'll make you feel so good…"

Jared's lids fluttered closed as Paul's hand continued to work over him. "Shit, Paul…" Jared groaned and Paul knew he had won. His movements were sluggish thanks to the alcohol, but that was probably a good thing. It felt like any sudden movements would burst the bubble they had created.

Jared didn't fight as Paul rolled him onto his stomach, licking his way down the younger boy's spine before biting down on one rounded ass cheek. Paul chuckled lightly as Jared let out a yelp, but lifted his hips as Paul guided them upward. Paul had never been with another guy before, but he was good with his tongue, and a hole was a hole after all. He slid Jared's pants down to his knees, moving out of the way as they were kicked to the side. Paul's pants joined them quickly before his mouth was back on Jared's body. He could see the way Jared stroked himself slowly, the tip of his thick cock leaking a trail of precum down to the sheets that probably should have been changed a long time ago.

"Don't get off too soon." Paul warned. Any protest Jared was going to voice dissolved into a startled yelp as Paul's tongue found his puckered hole. Paul fought the urge to stroke his own dick as Jared's breathy moans filled the room. Popping the top on the lube, Paul coating his fingers as his mouth worked downward to give Jared's balls the same attention. That was another perk of being with a guy. It wasn't nearly as messy, and Paul knew his way around the anatomy.

He took his time stretching Jared with one finger, and then two, wincing as the smaller man yelped in surprise. Paul wasn't really sure what he was doing, but his last girlfriend had made him do this before she would do anal, so he assumed the same rules applied. Always lube, always go slow.

"For fuck's sake, Paul." Jared groaned as the three fingers inside of him slowed. "Would you just fuck me already?"

Paul licked his lips slowly, pretending that his best friend's words didn't make his cock bounce with need. He only hoped that after that jab at Jared's expense, he didn't blow his load too soon.

Withdrawing his fingers, he lubed himself up before lining himself up with Jared's tight ass. "Relax, man…" Paul cooed as he ran a hand down Jared's spine. Thanks to his ex, Paul knew that if he didn't, this wouldn't be good for either of them.

"Easy for you to say, you're not about to get a dick shoved up your ass." Jared quipped. Despite himself, Paul smirked as he pushed forward slowly. Maybe he would find a way to make it up to Jared. His mind played around with images of them doing this again, but he knew that this was a one-time deal. After all, in a few hours, they would sober up, and have to deal with the aftermath.

All thoughts of the future left Paul as he slowly sunk into his best friend. It took everything in him not to just plow into the tight warmth that was Jared. The way Jared's body tensed told Paul that would be a very bad idea. Instead, he reached around the slighter boy and palmed his dick. "You're so fucking tight, Jare." Paul breathed into his ear.

Jared's moan was the only response Paul got as his dick twitched. He wanted to move so badly, it nearly hurt. Instead, he focused on making Jared feel good. His hand tightened around him, his wrist twisting with every downward stroke. He was rewarded after a few minutes with Jared pressing back against him. His teeth worked over the flushed copper skin that covered Jared's shoulder as he pressed forward, slowly at first but then picking up the pace. Paul's eyes closed tightly as the alcoholic haze of his brain joined the haze of sex. It felt like the room was spinning – like if he didn't cum soon, he might just sob. Beneath him, Jared twitched and buried his face in his favorite pillow. Paul's was conscious of his grip on the younger man's dick as Jared's knuckles began to turn white.

"Shit – Paul… I'm gonna…" A throaty moan took the place of whatever he was going to say next.

"Me too, Jare… So close…" He groaned into Jared's ear as the arm holding him up began to shake.

After a few more thrusts, Jared came undone, his hot cum covering both Paul's hand and the sheet under them. The tightening of Jared's body was so intense, Paul tumbled over the edge soon after, pressing his sweaty forehead to Jared's back as he emptied himself inside of his best friend. Collapsing on top of each other, both boys panted before working to roll onto their backs.

"You – you could have used a condom, dick." Jared breathed, his nose scrunching in distaste as he moved his hips side to side.

Paul laughed lightly, too tired to think about what had just happened. "Worried you'll get pregnant, princess?"

He didn't have to look at Jared to know he had rolled his eyes. "You're a man-whore. Who knows what you have."

"I'm clean, you idiot. Just ask your mom."

"Really Paul?" Jared raised an eyebrow as he pushed up, wincing slightly as he readjusted. "An 'I fucked your mom joke' now?"

Paul's brows furrowed in confusion before he laughed deeply. "Chill dude, I just meant that she works at the clinic and has seen my lab results." Paul placed his hands under his head as Jared pulled the blanket up over them. Now that they weren't moving, the room was starting to cool down.

"Paul?" Jared's voice was low, and it caused Paul's expression to fall into one of apprehension. The reality of the situation was starting to settle around them… and it could change everything. "I'm fucking drunk…"

With a short laugh, Paul's eyes slid to Jared as he rolled over, facing away from him. In the morning, they would have to deal with this, but for right now, Paul wanted to think about what it meant… about how the best sex he'd ever had, had been with Jared Cameron. "Me too."

The next morning came too soon, and it brought with it the hangover from hell. Paul's skull pounded in a way it hadn't since the first time he had gotten drunk years prior. On top of that, his muscles were sore. Blinking against the rare sunlight that chose today of all days to make an appearance, he looked around the familiar room with a feeling of displacement. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was… off. Shifting to sit up, he realized what it was… he was naked. Images from the previous night came flooding back, causing Paul's breaths to come in short, panicked gasps. It was a dream, right? There was no way any of that had actually happened.

He looked to his right but there was no sign of Jared. Instead, a large stain in the middle of the bed caught his attention. Shit! Fucking shit! He hissed inwardly as he jumped from the bed, quickly locating his pants. What the fuck had he been thinking!? Had it really been that long since he had gotten laid? Running a hand over his face, Paul took a deep breath before sliding his shirt on. It was okay… it didn't mean anything. They were drunk and horny. They would have never done it otherwise. Hell, maybe Jared didn't even remember! Paul held onto that hope as he quietly made his way out of Jared's room and past Jackie's door, knowing she would be sleeping in.

When he finally made it to the kitchen, Jared paused at the sight of him, his spoon full of cereal hanging somewhere between the bowl and his mouth. Slowly, he lowered it back and averted his gaze. Shiiiit.

"Um…" Paul tried, not sure what he could say to make the situation less awkward. This was Jared – his best friend. It wasn't some one night stand he could run away from. "I… uh…"

"We were drunk." Jared offered, peaking at him quickly before looking away. "Whatever happened… it was because we were drunk…" His voice was small, and Paul hated it.

"Right." Paul nodded, clearing his throat. "Look man, like you said, we wouldn't have… we drank too much. It doesn't mean we're…"

"Definitely not." Jared agreed hastily, finally forcing his gaze to Paul. "Besides, we've got dates with those twins tonight." He tried with a half-hearted smile.

"You know if you want to chicken out, I can entertain them both…" Paul matched Jared's smile, his shoulders loosening at Jared's snort.

"Dream on, Lahote. If I'm feeling generous, I'll leave one for you." And like that, they had reached a silent agreement to not talk about what had happened.

AN: Well, that was certainly a steamier first chapter than I had intended! Reviews are looooved!