Chapter 3
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Author's Note: A very short chapter. The next will be much longer, I promise. Please review!
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True to his word, Chuck was doting on him day and night, even in front of Jake Wilson, which made Lem happy. What didn't make him happy was the jealous, possessive look that Jake often had when Chuck was showering him with attention.
Chuck, as promised, was showing him around town. Or, around a town outside of Washington. They would take a car out to any city directly outside and see a movie, eat dinner at a fancy restaurant, or once even doing something called "clubbing", which had terrified Lem at first. And through it all, Chuck had doted on him, called him "sweetie", and been just generally romantic.
And no one thought it was strange! Lem was in heaven.
He assumed this was because Chuck was a celebrity, but often they would receive the best service to be had, and sometimes he noticed the waiters would take the drinks of the bill.
Lem loved the drinks here; on his planet, it was all cocktails with bitters and maybe a Tom Collins at best. But here! They had daiquiris and margaritas and things called "chocolatini's", and he couldn't get enough. Eventually he learned to trust Chuck to tell him when he'd had enough, especially after his first hangover.
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He woke up that morning and immediately vomited into the little trash can next to the bed. "Oh..." he groaned.
"And you had so much fun last night," Chuck laughed.
"What did I..have again?"
"Too much. I tried to stop you, but..." He shrugged. "Here. Water and tylenol. Enjoy."
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So Lem was feeling very good about his trip to Earth, other than the occasional stares he got from the locals, when he walked in on a devastating scene. Chuck was on their couch, in their hotel room and Jake was over him, looking predatory. They were about to kiss, Lem realized. He turned and left immediately, ignoring Chuck's calls.
TBC