Titel: Into better days
Rating: rated M
Disclaimer: The real people I'm referring to belong to themselves of course. Their characters and gimmicks belong to the WWE.
Pairing(s): Mason/Evan

Summary: High school can be hell. But what happens if some of the 'outsiders' decide to stand together, facing all the injustice each of them had to suffer in their past? A loose alliance soon transformed into friendship... and more...

Warnings in this chapter: sexual content, strong language

A/N: Wow, sorry for not updating in such a long time but I had a lot to do for work and university and I wanted the chapter to be long and good and not just some hundred words... Anyways, THANKS SO MUCH for the comments and here we go:

VI. - Wait for nights to come

"But Moooooom! It's Saturday evening!" Evan was sitting at the breakfast table, protestingly ignoring his bowl of cereal.

"You're not going to a concert after what happened!", his mother replied. "Who knows who will be there. Plus, you're still injured and you shouldn't dance around in some club in the middle of a crowd like that."

"But Mom, my friends will be there. They're the ones playing. I have to see them!" Evan wasn't willing to give up, but he knew that it was a hard piece of work to convince his over protecting mother. Since he had been assailed she had been worse than ever. "I'll stay out of the crowd... I... erm... The boys will be there so nothing like that will happen. You know Mason. He's a... he's big and strong. And I swear, Wade and Sheamus are almost alike. And... and... no alcohol... of course!"

The minute he uttered the words he regretted them. "Of course you're not going to drink alcohol! You're underage!", his mother said shocked. The look on her face made his father burst out into laughter. "Ellen, let him go", he said smiling. He took her hand into his, giving Evan an encouraging look. "We can't shepherd him forever. Just let him go."

The soft tone of his father's voice made Ellen's eyes fill with tears. Sighing she asked: "Where's this concert at?"

"It's a small club at the edge of the neighbourhood. But...", he added as her eyes started to widen again. "It's very close to Mason's house. I can crash there plus I'd have company on my way home!"

Defeated his mother shook her head. "Okay, darling, you can go. But be careful and I want you to be home by tomorrow afternoon!"

Evan squealed in excitement. He leapt to his feet and hugged his mother, then his father.

It was loud and crowded and hot. People of their age and young adults were dancing, chatting, laughing, drinking beer and other kinds of alcohol. The music was loud and good and the atmosphere was plain awesome.
Evan enjoyed the feel of the small club. Phil had instructed them how to dress and behave in a club like this and despite some initial doubts he felt quite comfortable. He and Mason were dressed in black and Mason even tried to copy Phils gelled hair style. He had failed horribly but it still looked good on him. They still differed from the crowd with their studded clothes, multicoloured hair and heavy boots, but in Evan's opinion they blended in quite fine.

He and Mason were standing at the side of the stage, a bit offside the partying crowd. He had tried to convince Mason to join them, standing right in front of the stage, dancing, headbanging and trying to sing along with the band. But Mason had been relentless and even though it annoyed Evan to not be able to be in the thick of it he was happy about Mason's concern. At least the older boy hadn't said anything when he had ordered himself a beer.

The gig was impressive. Daniel had worried a lot about their charisma on stage but watching them play Evan knew that his concerns had been unnecessary. He had heard them numerous time when they were practising but their performance on stage was even more overwhelming. The lights, the acoustic in the club, they almost conveyed a feeling of being professional musicians. He was especially impressed by Phil's passion. He was standing there in the middle of the stage, the microphone in one hand, the stand in the other, singing and shouting as if he was born to do that. He couldn't help but staring at them and feeling a bit proud that he was one of their friends.

After the gig the four boys joined them. "You've been awesome!", Evan shouted to drown out the noise and Daniel beamed at him. The young bearded boy couldn't stop grinning from one ear to the other and started to overtext Evan with his own impressions of their gig.

"Have you seen Cody?", Sheamus asked Mason. "He promised to come."

Mason nodded. "He was over at the entrance when we arrived. But he wasn't alone." He gave the Irish-born a knowing smile.

"A girl", Sheamus laughed, patting Mason on the shoulder. "Finally his virgin days seem to be over."
The night was fun. The friends were drinking and joking together, listening to the other bands and having a great time overall. Some hours and beers later Evan decided that he wanted to go outside to get some fresh air. He took Mason by the arm and dragged him outside. The air was chilly and snow was still laying on the streets and roofs. Both boys forgot their jackets inside but the amount of alcohol both of them indulged in made them forget about the low temperatures and frosty wind.

Evan took a deep breath, running ahead of Mason who was still holding his half emptied glass. "The air!", the younger boy yelled and turned around to face his friend. "It's good to be outta there. So many people, alcohol, the air in there is horrible!" Mason just nodded and closed up to him.

"How you feelin'?", he asked, his tongue quite heavy from the booze he drank.

"Awesome!", Evan exclaimed. His head was light and he felt plain great. The party had been great so far, he had a great time with his great friends... everything was great! He got lost thinking that great was a strange word, repeating it over and over and over in his head until he felt Mason's hand on his shoulder. "I might be a little drunk", he told his friend who started laughing in return.

"Obviously", Mason snorted, emptying his glass.

"I blame the bartender. I shouldn't be allowed to drink."

"Well, actually we aren't allowed to drink", Mason informed him. Evan stared at him with big eyes. "I totally forgot about that", he stated and started to giggle. Suddenly a thought struck him. "Kiss me!", he demanded, coming up close to Mason and tiptoeing to be a bit taller.

"Here?", the taller boy asked, looking around as if someone could approach them at any time.

"Damnit", Evan mumbled and once again grabbed his friend by the arm, dragging him into a nearby alley. His legs almost moved on their own and he felt his heart beating hard against his chest. He had drunk beer a couple of times before, but he was drunk for the first time and it made him more courageous. He blended out his surroundings, the only thought controlling him being the need to be close to his big friend.

When they were standing in the dim darkness of the dark side street Evan repeated his request. This time Mason was eager to do so. He seized the small boy by his shoulders, pressing him against the brick wall and kissing him passionately. Soon he let go of Evan's shoulders. His hands wandered down and as he got hold of Evan's hips he drew him closer. The young swimmer took the chance and wrapped his arms around Mason's neck. They broke the kiss for a short time that enabled them both to breath before diving into another passionate kiss.

"Fucking smoke-free regulations!"

An all too familiar voice startled them. They heard shuffling footsteps converging the alley. Before they could react Daniel turned around the corner. A cigarette was hanging loosely from the corner of his mouth. He took some steps into the darkness. Then he turned to face the wall, bracing himself against it with one arm and meddling with his zipper. With a relieved sigh he took a leak, sucking at his cigarette and emitting a faint puff of smoke.
The two boys didn't dare to move. They didn't want Daniel to notice them.

After some moments that felt like hours for them Daniel closed his zipper, still mumbling to himself, and got ready to leave. But suddenly he paused his steps and turned around, very slowly. A hissed "Shit!" escaped Mason as the bearded boy looked straight at the still embraced couple. His eyes grew bigger. "The fuck!", Daniel exclaimed as Mason let go of Evan. The tall boy took a few great steps and reached Daniel, grabbing the boy by the collar and dragging him back into the darkness of the alley.

"What the fuck?", the boy yelled as Mason pushed him against the side of a dumpster. He looked at Mason who held his hands up in an apologetic manner while Evan was standing beside him, hiding his face in his hands.

"Why are you so rude?", Daniel slurred and gave Mason an angry look. "You didn't have to push me!"

Evan's head cleared. The shock of being caught by one of their friends made them become sober in an instant. "I'm sorry", Mason mumbled. Before Daniel could say anything Evan started talking.

"Daniel, listen, you can't tell anyone! Please!" He took a step closer to the boy. "This must remain secret, nobody mustn't know about Mason and me!" He locked eyes with Daniel who looked back with his glazed eyes half shut. He took a drag of his cigarette. "You mustn't tell anyone what you just saw!", Evan pleaded again.

Daniel raised his hand and Evan fell silent. "The rumours are true then?", Daniel asked after a moment of silence. "You are gay? And Mason, too? And you two have a thing or whatever?" He shook his head and made a painful face afterwards. "My head's killing me", he mumbled.

"Daniel! Please, promise you won't tell anyone!" Evan took his friend's hands into his. "Please!", he added.
"Don't panic. I'm drunk as fuck. I might've forgot all about that tomorrow", Daniel stated, holding his head. Suddenly, a jolt hit him and he pressed his hands against his mouth, dropping his cigarette. He turned around, bent down, and emptied his stomach contents against the dumpster.

"Daniel", Evan exclaimed and knelt down beside his friend, rubbing his back. "He doesn't look good", he said to Mason, a concerned look on his face. "I think we should take him home. He drank way to much."

Slowly, Mason woke up from his stiffness. He looked at Daniels arched back, watching him shivering and delivering a new load from his stomach. "I'll get our jackets and tell the others", he decided and headed back inside the club.

Back inside he looked around for his friends. His height made it quite easy to look above people's heads and he soon spotted Phil near the bar. He fought his way through the crowd and by the time he reached Phil approximately three people had spilled their drinks on his bare arms and shirt.

"It's awfully crowded, isn't it?", Phil shouted as he noticed Mason standing beside him. The tall boy just nodded, looking around for the other two members of the band. He spotted them standing next to each other. "They're having a drinking battle", Phil explained as he followed Mason's gaze. "Wade claimed that he can drink much more than Sheamus and our Irish boy said that he could outdrink him and since then they're standing there, drinking one whiskey after another..." He shook his head. "By the way, where have you been?"

"We're leaving", the tall boy replied, grabbing his and Evan's jacket from a stool next to Phil. "Daniel threw up in a nearby alley, we'll take him home."

"See, that's why I don't drink", Phil noted, handing him Daniel's jacket and scarf. They hugged each other and Mason waved at the two drinking boys. On his way out he spotted Cody in the crowd. He was hugging a blonde girl, swinging slowly from side to side. When he saw Mason he grinned at him, pointing at the back of the girl. Mason smiled back, giving him a thumbs up and waving good-bye.

Back in the alley the two friends struggled to get Daniel into his jacket. Evan was relieved that his strong friend was back. He hasn't been able to do anything but saying an occasional "There, there" to Daniel. At least Mason was able to get him to his feet and hold him so Evan could put his jacket and scarf on.

"I don't think he can walk all the way, it's quite a distance", Evan remarked, looking at Daniel who was hanging saggy in Mason's arms. Therefore, Mason placed the limp arms of the boy around his neck and lifted him up to carry him on his back.

"I swear, if he vomits on me I'll throw him into the next ditch!"

Evan gave him a compassionate look and they set out for the Bryan's house.

It took them about one hour to reach their destination. Contrary to Mason's worries Daniel kept calm and he didn't have to abandon him in some random alleyway. Standing in front of the Bryan's door they didn't know how to get in.

"He must have his keys somewhere", Mason suggested, putting Daniel down and holding him in place. Evan blushed as he started to search through several of Daniel's pockets. For him it still was a huge difference between being intimate with Mason and touching another one of his male friends. Finally he found the key ring and on the second try he was able to open the door.

Mason lifted Daniel up again and they entered the dark and quiet house. "I haven't been here", Evan whispered. "Where's his room?"

"I have no idea", Mason replied, shaking the man on his back a little bit. "Dude, where's your room?", he asked when Daniel opened his eyes.

"Upstairs... second on the... right", Daniel mumbled and Evan thanked god that the drunken boy chose to be quiet instead of yelling. They got up the stairs and entered the room Daniel had mentioned, hoping that it really was his room rather then his parents' bedroom. The light from outside the window reviled a very untidy room with clothes and school supplies laying all over the floor. If the mess wouldn't have been an indication of the resident of the room, the posters of half-naked girls and a quite impressive collection of batman merchandise did.

Mason placed Daniel on his bed who instantly grabbed his pillow. They removed his jacket and shoes and put the blanket over him.

"I guess we're done", Evan whispered as he placed Daniel's keys and wallet on the nightstand. Quietly they left the room and went down the stairs.

"Thanks for bringing him back."

The deep voice made them turn around in shock. A tall, blonde man was standing in a door frame. Clearly it must have been Daniel's father, they looked very alike. The even seemed to share the aversion against razors. The sight of the smile on Mr. Bryans face made them relax again.

"I'm glad he has some friends that show some more sense than he. Can I offer you anything? A coke or a sandwich?"

Thankfully they both nodded and followed him into the kitchen. About 30 minutes later they left the Bryan's home, not without some new insight on Daniel's family background. Both his parents were working at a hospital and had barely time for their son. They loved him and tried to grant him any wish but they still missed spending more time with him.

Mason sighed. He had wrapped one arm around Evan's shoulder as they were walking through the chilly morning. Once again he was jealous of his friend's for having such loving and caring families. Phil had his father, Evan's parents were just awesome, Sheamus' mother seemed to be very caring and lovable and Daniel's father was unnaturally sympathetic and kind.

He looked down at his younger friend and a smile worked its way through his bitter countenance. His mother might be a real bitch, but he had absolutely no reason to complain!

Some hours ago...

Sheamus needed five tries to open the front door. Laughing he and Wade stumbled into the hallway. They had been drinking a lot at the club and when Phil left they decided to go home, too. Sheamus had invited Wade to come to his house since his parents were on a New Year's trip to Ireland and hadn't returned yet. The prospect of some more, and most of all free, alcohol had convinced the Englishman.

"Okay, so where's the alcohol?", Wade asked and threw his coat on the ground. Sheamus was sitting on the first step of the staircase, struggling to take his shoes of. Laughing he stood up and staggered into the living room. Just a heartbeat after he disappeared behind a corner he reappeared with two bottles in his arms.

"Let's go upstairs, whaddaya say?"

Wade grinned, showing two rows of white teeth. He followed the redhead who went straight into his room. Sheamus handed his friend the bottles and jumped onto his bed, once again trying to open his shoelaces. This time he succeeded and kicked his shoes across the room.

Wade eyed the bottles and his face lit up. Whiskey! Jackpot! He opened the bottle and took a large swig. He passed it on to Sheamus and within minutes they emptied one bottle and half of the other one. By this time both men were sitting back to back in the middle of Sheamus' room, laughing and babbling nonsense.

"Gimme some", Sheamus demanded leaning against the broad back of his friend and reaching out to get the bottle. "Nope", the Englishman responded, taking another swig.

"Gimme!", Sheamus repeated angrily.

"Come and get it!"

Wade got up, quicker than Sheamus expected him to, holding the bottle above his head. "Bloody bastard!", the Irishman snorted and also got up. With clumsy steps he walked towards Wade who looked at him with his signature arrogant grin. "I'll wipe that smile from yer face!"

But before Sheamus got too close Wade ducked away and pushed Sheamus against the wall. The redhead turned around, anger displayed in his glazed eyes. Wade pressed his body against the smaller one and looked him into the eyes. "If you want it so badly, I'll give yer some", he smirked and before Sheamus knew what was happening he kissed him.

At first, Sheamus tried to protest, stemming his arms against Wades chest, but the taller man was too strong. After a short struggle the redhead gave up. Wade welcomed the surrender, pressing him against the wall even harder. His tongue found its way into Sheamus' mouth, playing with smaller one's in a wild and passionate manner. While kissing him he threw away Sheamus' cap and started to unbutton his shirt.

It didn't take them long to end up kneeling next to each other on the floor, wearing their pants only. Breathing heavily Wade crawled away from Sheamus, feeling for the crushed package of cigarettes in his back pocket. "You don't mind?", he asked and when Sheamus shook his head he lit up a cigarette. He sighed when the soothing smoke filled his lunges. He watched the redhead get up and followed him with his eyes.

"For the ashes", he mumbled and threw an empty plastic bowl at Wade. Then he sat on his bed eyeing the English-born with glazed and half-closed eyes. He was drunk, very drunk, and Wade knew that. But he wasn't better off. His head felt empty, as if the only thing inside it was the smoke from his cigarette. A smug smirk appeared on his face. Somehow, every time he got drunk he got extremely horny, too. Following his feelings he joined the redhead on the bet, drawing him into another passionate kiss. Their motions were erratic and rougher than they intended but neither of the two men mind. They totally got carried away in the mood and enjoyed it.

Still smirking Wade started to unbutton Sheamus' jeans and pulled them down the other one's legs with one strong hitch. He smiled at what appeared underneath. The young Irishman had about the same figure than him and a look at his crotch convinced him that he was quite well-built there, too.

"Barrett?" The sound of his friend's familiar voice made him look up into his face. "Gimme some", the Irishman said, repeating his plea for alcohol from earlier on. But Wade knew that he wasn't talking about a bottle of Whiskey. He hadn't done this before and he didn't actually consider doing anything like that ever, but at that moment, neither of them was thinking straight. They just said and this what they wanted at that moment and at that moment, Wade was eager to give him the blowjob he demanded. His experience on doing that were non-existent, but he decided to do what he would like himself.

Pulling down Sheamus' underwear he first started to stroke the almost fully erected member. A moan signalized him that he wasn't doing to bad and he didn't think twice and placed his lips on the tip of Sheamus' cock. Slowly yet hungry he traced them up and down the hot flesh.

Sheamus moaned with relish. Looking down he could see his black haired friend hunched over his very own crotch and pleasing him with his otherwise quite sarcastic and mean mouth. He smiled and grabbed the almost empty bottle on his nightstand. He took a sip and when he wanted to replace the bottle he noticed his cellphone. He took a quick picture and when Wade looked up at the sound of the release he exchanged it with the bottle.

"I could need some of that", the English-born demanded pointing at the bottle.

Sheamus smiled. "An' ya deserve it", he responded and signalled him to crawl up to him. After Wade laid down next to him he began to pour some of the liquor into the black haired open mouth. Wade choked and coughed.

"Can't handle the good stuff", Sheamus smirked and emptied the bottle.

"Lets see if you can handle me!", the taller one responded angrily and climbed over Sheamus, pinning him into the cushion with his hands and knees. "You won't escape me!"

A/N: Daniel knows! That means if he can remember in the morning...
Also: my little bonus-story or at least the beginning of it. Never leave two drunken, horny boys alone, you never know what might happen. I swear, they will deeply regret everything when they wake up the next morning!