AN: Minor slash so if you don't like, don't read. Stephen King owns them. I just bow down to him and Rob Reiner. Will switch POVs.

This "one shot" has mutated into a series, which I FINALLY named!

Please no flames. Don't like slash, don't read, that simple.

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-Ace's POV-

The house was filled with people, which meant the party was a huge success, of course. I looked around and spotted Eyeball sitting on the couch with two girls, chatting them up, getting numbers, his arms wrapped around their shoulders casually. He looked up and caught my eye before winking subtly and going back to his conversation.

I couldn't help the smirk that came to my face. I continued scanning the crowds, greeting those I knew, patting my fellow Cobras on the back. Finally my eyes fell on Chris, who was standing on the stairs, his arms draped over the banister, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He took a drag as he too scanned the scene, probably checking to see that nothing was broken or damaged yet. I smirked and walked towards him, going up the stairs and standing on the same step, putting my arms around him and resting my hands on the banister. He blew smoke out of his mouth as he offered me the cigarette. I took a drag and held it away from him. He turned to look at me and I took my chance. I pushed my lips against his, passing some of the smoke between us before pulling away. It was a small, quick kiss but exactly what I needed and judging from the relaxed look on his face he needed it too. Smiling I passed the cigarette back before stealing his beer and taking a sip.

"What are you looking for?" I asked as his eyes went back to the crowd.

"My friends," he said so quietly that I barely heard it.

Still holding the beer in my left hand I turned him around by placing my right hand on his hip and making him spin to face me, my right hand then sliding up his body to rest on his cheek. "They know where to find you," I say before kissing his forehead and handing the beer back, stepping down one stair. He smiles and nods, following me down the stairs. He goes to talk to Eyeball who has called him over, the girls looking interested in the younger Chambers brother while I go to talk to some of the guys who I caught eyeing me.

"Got a problem boys?" I ask. Those around us went silent and soon the silence has dispersed around the entire house, everyone silent. There were times when I loved my image because it made everyone shut 

up when I spoke and times when I hated it for the same reason. This was one of the times I knew I'd end up hating it.

"No," said one, looking scared of me which made me smirk a little. Eyeball and Chris had come over to stand behind me and just knowing they were there made me stand a little straighter.

"You sure?" I asked, looking at each of them in turn.

The last one, a big guy I'd only seen around town a few times took a breath. "Well, yeah," he said.

I raised one eyebrow and looked at him. "And what would that be?" I asked. His two friends stepped back, obviously wanting no part in the situation.

"We saw you," he said quietly although the silence throughout the house gave away his words just as easily. I didn't verbally question his meaning, just crossed my arms and tilted my head a little. "We saw you with that kid," he said waving one arm in Chris' direction. "A minute ago, we saw you two."

I froze. Although outside I looked cool, calm and collected on the inside I was freaking out. "And what did you see me and Chris doing that has caused you to stare so much?" I asked, challenging him.

One of his friends placed a hand on his shoulder. "Come on man, forget it," he said. But the bigger man wouldn't let it go.

"On the stairs…you know what I saw," he said, not wanting to say it. I could practically see Chris swallow nervously as Eyeball looks at him then at me. I turned to look at Chris who looked nervous and Eyeball who was confused and curious at the same time.

I walked over to Chris and placed on hand on his shoulder and neck. I leaned down and whispered, so quietly to ensure that no one could hear but Chris. "I guess everyone would find out eventually." Chris stiffened a little and looked at me, his eyes a little wider.

"Ace, you don't have to…." He said.

I smiled, actually smiled at him and was about to say something when the front door opened and everyone turned to see who it was. Lachance, Duchamp and Tessio walked in, freezing in the doorway when they realized that everyone was looking at them.

"Hey guys," Chris said softly. The three of them just looked scared as they surveyed the crowd.

"Well hello boys," I said as I left Chris and walked over to them, ushering them inside and closing the door. "You're just in time," I said as I passed through them and stood in front of my accuser.

"In time for what?" Duchamp asks.



I turn to look at him and smirk. "For the great reveal," I say, smirking more. I motion to my accuser. "Big boy here was just saying he saw Chris and me earlier, trying to challenge me or black mail me I suppose. But what he didn't count on," I say before walking over and wrapping one arm around Chris, looking at everyone in the room. "Is me willing to tell it myself."

Chris is still looking a little scared, especially with his friends there now but he leans into my touch a little.

"What he saw and what I'm surprised no one else did was a simple action, a moment between Chris and me," I say smirking a little.

"Chris," Lachance says tentatively. "What did he see?"

Chris looks around the room before looking only at me. Slowly, the glint returns to his eyes and I can't keep the smirk off my face. "This," Chris says as he offers me the cigarette, holding it for me. I take a drag and hold it in, knowing everyone is watching. Chris nods his consent and I lean my head down, our lips crashing together in a quick but intense kiss before I pull back, both of us blowing the shared smoke out of our mouths.

A few gasps are heard but they are nothing compared to what is shouted.

"I knew it!" yells my accuser. "I knew you two were a pair of fucking faggots!"

I turn quickly and lock my eyes on him. Without thinking twice I release my arms from around Chris and lunge forward, grabbing the guy by the front of his shirt and tugging him towards me, turning and pinning him to the wall.

"You got a problem with me?" I ask, glaring at him, a scowl on my face.

"You're a fucking homo," he spits.

I let out a short, menacing laugh before grabbing a handful of hair and smashing his head against the wall. I hear a scuffle behind me and when I'm done with my short but effective beat down I turn and see that Chris and Eyeball have my accuser's friends pinned to the ground and then I see something truly shocking. Lachance, Duchamp and Tessio are blocking the rest of the party from advancing.

Grabbing the bigger guy by his shirt I drag him over to the front door and toss him outside, Chris and Eyeball doing the same to his friends. Turning I look at everyone else in the house.

"Anyone else got a problem?" I ask.

No one says anything, backing up a little.

"Good," I say as I grab Chris by the hand and pull him to me, kissing him briefly. Someone turns on the radio again and the party starts all over. The world fades except for Chris and I, Eyeball laughing and going back to his girls while Chris' friends stare. They'll get an explanation later because for now all I want to do is share the night with Chris.



AN: I'm sorry it took so long, school is hard and I didn't know exactly where I wanted this to go. Hope it was worth the wait!