What is Going On?

A/N: Hey guys! I have good news: I am finally free of the summer commitments I've made and I now have time to work on the story so yay! I am so grateful for the love that this story has garnered, thank you to all the readers/reviewers/favoriters/ every one who supports this story and who has made this story possible.

Special thanks to my beta Harmony Valenka Smith for helping me with the ideas and everything.

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Warnings: this story is a little higher on the PG scale than my previous Baffy story but it's not extreme. Again, if any of this makes you uncomfortable, tell me. I know I won't be able to please everyone but at the same time I don't want to make everyone uncomfortable. (^_^)

Also if you like the story or like me, then don't be afraid to favorite or leave a review, because here's the not so secret secret: I like you too. LOL.

Soundtrack: Daydreamin' by Ariana Grande.

Enjoy. :)

As Daffy struggled to free himself from Bugs' unrelenting hold and determination to rob Daffy of every breath, it occurred to Daffy that his body wasn't bothered by the attention as much as his mind was.

Their shared nakedness and the friction of Bugs moving above him as well as the novelty of the situation was having a very different reaction on his body than Daffy would have expected.

And this couldn't be, this was Bugs, Daffy should be disgusted, frightened even.

"Bugs—mmph." The raven-haired man tried, attempting to separate their lips but to no avail.

The man in question smirked as Daffy's interest made itself known to both of them. "I can't believe you, even after last night you're still raring to go." He mock-chided Daffy before capturing their lips again in a kiss that would make even the most experienced person blush like a maniac.

Bugs pressed their bodies closer once more and Daffy could feel that he wasn't the only one aroused. He blushed like the teenager he once was, who got the most popular football player at his high school to take his virginity in the back of a Chevy. This however, was about fifty times better.

Because this was Bugs, the movie star who was too good for everybody, who now looked like he wanted to devour Daffy from inch to inch.

As Bugs ground down, Daffy's hips rose on their own accord, creating the most wonderful friction that, like that exciting night when he was a young, risky teenager, was going to be over much quicker than he desired.

God, how long had it been since Daffy had someone in his bed? Weeks, months? Too damn long, that was for sure.

A hand tangled in his hair as Bugs nipped his bottom lip. It was rough, unexpected but so undeniably sexy that Daffy couldn't help but groan into the kiss.

Then there were fingers, warm slender fingers, wrapping themselves around him while Bugs whispered not-so-innocent things in his ear, sending him to the edge but not quite letting him fall, until they were both there and he was pushed off into a pleasure so intense he saw stars.

Daffy had no idea how much time had passed since he, as eloquently as possibly can be put, blacked out.

He was alone in his bed, that much he could tell. Briefly, he wondered if it had all been a dream. He wasn't a saint; having erotic dreams about attractive people wasn't new to him, but this would be the first time he dreamt of Bugs like that. Still, from the way his body ached in all the right places, it was a pretty damn good dream, that was for sure.

How drunk had he been to have two very realistic dreams in one night though?

He didn't have time to ponder it for too long when the delicious smell of eggs and bacon wafted through his bedroom, doing uncomfortable things to his already tortured stomach.

At least the hangover was gone, but Daffy couldn't remember the last time he ate something that couldn't be found floating in a pitcher of Sangria.

A glance over at the digital clock on his nightstand told him that it was far too late in the conventional world to have breakfast but he merely shrugged, after all, it was morning somewhere right?

Then it occurred to him he didn't have a Cook and Porky wouldn't come in unannounced, unless he slept over and even then he wouldn't make breakfast in Daffy's kitchen because Daffy never had food.

Oh no! Daffy thought, I'm being robbed!

Before he could really ponder the logic of a burglar making breakfast, he dashed to put on his robe and then picked up the bat he kept hidden behind the head board.

The logical thing to do would be to call the police instead of handling it himself, but Daffy wasn't the smartest person in the world and neither was he a coward.

He tried to be as quiet as possible as he tiptoed his way to the kitchen, careful not to startle or make the burglar aware of his presence.

What he found when he approached his humongous kitchen was enough to make him drop the bat and his jaw; wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers and whistling a tune that Daffy recognized as a ditty from one of their movies, was Bugs flipping the eggs in a pan and flitting around Daffy's kitchen as if he belonged there more than Daffy did.

The grey-haired man hadn't noticed Daffy's presence or Daffy's fumbling to utter a proper sentence, so lost was he in preparing his magnificently delicious smelling meal.

Daffy wanted to tell him to leave, get out or more importantly, a "what are you doing here you psycho?" but the only thing that came out was air.

He eventually settled on "Bugs?"

Bugs stopped his movements to turn around and when he did, his face lit up with so much affection that it confused Daffy even more.

"Hey sleepy head, what are you doing up?" The blue eyed man turned around once more to fiddle with the stove before walking over to Daffy to place a kiss on his cheek.

In a voice too sultry for the situation, Bugs whispered, "After all the things I did to you I'm surprised you're even conscious."

Daffy, who prided himself in being the confident one in relationships, conflictingly blushed and tried to back away from Bugs, but the grey-haired man took it as a challenge and leaned in closer until Daffy was stuck pressed against a counter and Bugs' strong frame.

It hadn't escaped Daffy that he had forgotten to put on underwear and that the ridiculously thin robe wasn't helping matters at all.

And apparently neither had it escaped Bugs, because he growled when he dipped his hands lower to clutch Daffy's backside and felt no obstruction of clothing save for the robe.

"You know how much you drive me crazy?" The older man asked, pressing Daffy closer to him so Daffy could get his answer. Instinctively, the raven-haired man's arms rose to wrap themselves around Bugs' toned shoulders as a means to stop the other man but only served to encourage him.

"B-bugs, we can't." But Daffy couldn't really think of a reason as to why they shouldn't. He had already gone further with his costar than he ever had and it turned out to be quite enjoyable, so why stop now?

Daffy relaxed and let himself be groped and kissed, feeling lost and confused but not finding it within himself to care much at this point. Yeah, he and Bugs were supposed to hate each other and they did, but Daffy had the alcohol to blame for this crazy morning and could always blame Bugs if they were ever pushed into a corner, since he was the one initiating everything.

As it was getting hot and heavy with Daffy feeling as if he were about to lose it again like he had earlier, an obnoxious beeping rang through his ears. Bugs broke their kiss to stare at his watch and a curse escaped him.

"We'll have to continue this another time, hopefully later; you're interview's in forty-five minutes."

At any other moment Daffy would be grateful for small miracles, except, as Bugs separated from him to serve their breakfast, he couldn't help feeling cold as well as a little cheated and also like he could break Bugs' stupid watch along with telling him to just check his phone like a normal person.

While they ate the meal Daffy thoroughly enjoyed, who knew Bugs could cook? Daffy's eyes never left the other man for signs that it was all a joke. Though he'd never admit it, he was waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out with the cameras and tell him he was on Punk'd. Though if this were a trick, he'd have to commend Bugs on his efforts and acting since Daffy'd never personally take it this far himself.

But Bugs was keeping true to the act. He behaved normally as if he was simply having a meal with his costar/sex partner/boyfriend and it was all normal, in fact Bugs was doing so well that Daffy gave up and excused himself for some air but not before going over to his liquor cabinet to grab a bottle of whiskey.

Only there was none; he opened all the cupboards in the kitchen, looked in every hiding space and still he couldn't find any alcohol in his entire mansion.

Bugs spoke and broke his concentration. "What are you looking for Daff?"

Daffy turned around to him, absolutely livid. "Where's the alcohol?"

What Bugs did next surprised him more than his behavior had the entire day. Leaning against the island, Bugs began to laugh. "Daffy, please be serious. You're a recovering alcoholic; you don't keep alcohol in the house."

This joke had gone on for far too long.

"Yeah, okay Bugs very funny. Ha ha. Recovering alcoholic, right. Now where'd you put my liquor?"

"Daffy are you feeling alright? You're acting really strange."

Daffy put his hands on his hips, frustrated with this game. "Oh, now you notice? And by the way, you're the strange one, organizing this whole thing, now where'd you put my alcohol?"

Bugs was by his side in seconds, the mirth fading from his features and replaced with true concern. "Do we have to call Dr. Fudd? Is it serious?"

Daffy pulled away or, at least, tried to. "You mentioned this morning, you asked me how much I had to drink, where'd I get alcohol from then?"

Bugs looked really concerned now. "We went to a party at Lola's, you had a few beers but not too much because I was watching you, don't you remember?"

Daffy frowned. "Wait a minute; we went to a party at your girlfriend's house under the guise of being a couple. I'm really confused."

"It wasn't a guise, you and I have been dating for a year and a half. I'm calling Dr. Fudd, something is definitely wrong."

Daffy pulled Bugs hand away from the cellphone he was trying to reach. "No, don't do that. Who's Dr. Fudd and why do you think something is wrong? We hate each other remember?"

Bugs looked hurt. "Is that what you think?"

Daffy wanted to take back his words but he wasn't sure why. Why should he care that Bugs was mock hurt? This wasn't real anyway.

"I'm going to call Porky; he'll know what to do."

Porky answered on the third ring. "Hello?"

"Oh my god Porky. What is going on?"

"What's wrong Daffy? You sound a little winded." Porky was cool and all but, he sure could state the obvious.

"That's because I am. Bugs is on the phone right now with some Dr. Fudd guy because he thinks I'm the one who's crazy. You break into my house to have sex with me and I'm the one who's crazy?"

"Okay, tmi, I don't really want to hear about your sex life dude."

"Shut up, Porky." Daffy hissed. "Help me."

"Help you with what? Your boyfriend of a year and a half wants to have sex with you and that means I should intervene? Bugs would punch me in the face."

"Yeah you'd probably deserve it. What do you mean my boyfriend? I'm single remember. The happy bachelor."

"Jeez Daffy, you haven't called yourself that in so long."

"I really think Bugs has lost it. He thinks we're together. Please tell me this is just a joke and that you're in on it. As my best friend you owe it to me to be honest."

"Sorry Daffy but you guys are a couple. And if you want me to be honest, for a recovering alcoholic you're doing a bad job of staying in recovery. Lay off the liquor, will ya?"

"Porky?"

"Daffy, I have to go. Have fun with Bugs." Click.

When Daffy turned around, Bugs was watching him, apparently finished with his call as well. "Daffy, I'm clearing my schedule and I'm clearing yours. Dr. Fudd wants to check you out."

"No!" Daffy protested, fed up with this game. "I'm going to that interview and then I'm going to find Porky and bash his head in with a pipe. You can, I don't know, hang out here or something. But this game is over as of right now."

Before Bugs could say anything more, Daffy was heading towards his private bathroom to get himself cleaned and prepare himself for the no doubt long day he had awaiting him.

A/N: Ugh, the pacing of this chapter really irks me, but I don't know if this is me being self-deprecating or if it really is as bad as I think. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and more to come! I love you guys!