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"We're just strangers with some memories."

Once the lights from the lampshades, placed on either side of the bed, were turned on, they immediately tugged the blankets to cover their naked bodies from the other.

"Who the fuck are you?" Connor exclaimed as he stood up and grabbed a pillow to cover his crotch.

"Oh g**! Oh g**! Oh g**!" Oliver repeated as he scrambled to the bed side and put on his eyeglasses. "Oh g**! You're not Paxton! Oh g**! You're not Paxton!" Oliver shouted repeatedly.

"I don't know who you are talking about!" Connor shouted back. "I don't even know you!"

"Oh g**!" Oliver continued his mantra, ignoring Connor's outburst. "You took advantage of me," Oliver accused Connor.

"Whoa! Whoa! Stop right there!" Connor panicked and walked in front of Oliver. "I didn't rape you!"

Oliver scrambled back to the bed, distancing himself from Connor. "Stop! Stop! Please stop," he begged as he raised his right palm in front of Connor, and tightened hold of the blanket with his left.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Connor ignored his plea.

"Please…" Oliver begged, tears falling from his eyes.

Seeing the horrified look on the other man's face, Connor stopped instantly. He even wanted to make a surrender gesture, but his hands were full with the pillow he was clutching.

"I'm just gonna get my clothes, okay?" Connor slowly walked around the bed and picked up his discarded boxers and polo shirt from the floor. He turned around from Oliver and dropped the pillow.

"Oh g**! Your ass!" Connor heard Oliver yell in between his frantic breathing. Connor rolled his eyes and quickly put on his clothes, leaving the polo unbuttoned. 'We've done more than that.'

Connor turned around and would have demanded the naked man to leave his room, but upon seeing him shaking and gasping for air, he tried to compose his own panic and calmly approached him.

"I won't come near you," Connor calmly said. "I'll stay in this spot and let's talk about this, okay?" Connor mentally patted himself for putting a steady exterior despite the situation they are in.

"Okay… deep breaths… in and out…" Connor instructed the man as he slowly approached the bed.

Oliver, sensing the warmth in Connor's voice, obliged. As the breathing slowly calmed down, Connor sat on the foot of the bed and faced Oliver.

"Now, don't panic. I'm not gonna hurt you. We'll just talk. Alright?" He instructed, and when he saw Oliver gave a small nod, he continued. "What's your name?"

Oliver gave Connor a doubtful look. "Look, I need the name of the person I just had sex with." Connor saw Oliver flinched when the word 'sex' was released from his mouth. "I'm not going to hurt you; I just think it's better to address you with your real name, rather than 'nameless dick' that I labeled you with."

"Oliver," The pale boy muttered under his breath. "Oliver Hampton," he added.

"Now Oliver, jus—"Connor started but was cut off when Oliver raised his hand, just like a student asking for permission to his teacher. Connor frowned at the strange behavior, but dismissed it immediately. He flicked his left wrist towards Oliver as a gesture to proceed.

"Uhmm… Ca—can you turn around?" Oliver asked. "I want to put some clothes first." He blushed at his request.

Connor, seeing Oliver's reddening face, turned around and dramatically put his right hand to his eyes. "Better?"

"Thank you," Oliver said as he hurriedly put his clothes on. "You can uhmm… you can turn around now."

"Now, Oliver. What are you doing here in my room?" he asked; also confused with the situation they were stuck with.

"No, this is my… room," Oliver finished lamely when he noticed the structure of the room is the complete opposite. He then glanced at the hotel's phone beside him, the word 'Room 1906' was engraved on it.

Oliver was confused for a moment, but when he backtrack his steps last night, he put the pieces together. The pills, the navy blue jacket and the bellboy.

'I'm such an idiot. I should have checked first. I should have not taken too many pills.' Oliver berated himself internally.

"Last time I checked, I'm staying in this room," Connor said. He then heard his blackberry rung, which he only used for business purposes. He glanced at the caller id, and saw that it was Julian who was calling. 'Forgot that he also had that number,' he thought to himself before answering the call. "Not now, Julian!" he answered with rage and hang up. Feelings of anger and disappointment rushed through him because Julian didn't choose him in the end.

"Fuck!" Connor shouted, making the other person in the room to be scared. "So now tell me why the fuck you are in my room!" He yelled at Oliver, not caring about the other man's feelings.

"I… I took… some pills be—" he was cut off again by Connor's outburst. "I got sick..."

"What!?" Connor yelled. "You'll tell them I drugged you?" Connor snickered. All warmth in Connor's voice was gone and was replaced with his cold and frantic attitude.

"Uhmm..." Oliver muttered, confused about Connor's outburst.

"Shit!" Connor stood from where he was sitting, "I should have listened to Asher. I should have been cautious of my actions," he said as he paced around the room. "How much did they pay you, huh!?"

Oliver snapped his head to look at Connor. "No… I don't… I'm not…" Oliver tried to explain between sobs, realizing what Connor was implying.

"What company are you from? Is Paxton your boss? Are you here to sabotage my career?" he rapidly asked Oliver, and started to walk towards the closet. He took his checkbook from his suitcase and turned towards Oliver. "How much?" he asked and saw Oliver's face, tears leaking from his eyes.

"No, no, no."

Connor rolled his eyes and opened his checkbook. "Drop the act, okay?" he demanded. "Stop pretending that I took advantage of you. I know you are here to make a scandal and ruin my company."

"I won't… I really—" he was cut off by Connor's shout.

"I tried staying calm to fix this, but you low life sucking whores will ruin me!"

"I'm not a whore," Oliver said miserably, but Connor just ignored him.

"So just tell me how much they paid you and I'll triple it, before I get impatient here and sue you for fraud and rape. You're too stupid mess with a lawyer," Connor said with a gruff voice, but Connor was internally panicking now as he pictured the company's condition if the scandal were to be released to the media. "Let's settle this before it gets out of proportion, understood?" Connor said and took a pen from the hotel's desk.

"No…. no… I really am not…" Oliver breathed deeply and tried explaining himself again.

"Then explain to me what the hell are you doing in my room!"

"I was sick and took some pills," Oliver scrunched his nose to concentrate in his thoughts. "Someone helped me get in here when I fell down on the hallway; they mistook your hotel room as mine."

"Yeah, like I'll believe that," Connor scoffed.

"Please believe me," Oliver pleaded, but Connor ignored him. "I didn't mean to," he sobbed in the blankets.

"You think you can get out of this just by crying," he said as he wrote in his checkbook. "Is $20,000 enough? Or did that Paxton guy pay you higher than this?" he looked up to Oliver as he asked the question.

"Oh G**! Paxton!" Oliver shouted when he remembered his boyfriend, and rushed towards the exit.

"Oy! Oy! Don't get away from me!" Connor yelled and ran after Oliver's fleeting back, but he tripped on the blanket that was tousled around his feet. "Shit!" He yelped as he untangles himself from the massive blanket that was hurriedly thrown by Oliver.

Oliver rushed outside the room and slammed his body on the door of his room. "Paxton! Paxton!" he said as he continuously pressed the doorbell of Room 1905. "Pax, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know, I'm so—" His chant was disrupted when the door opened, but it wasn't his boyfriend who answered the door.

"Oh g**! I'm sorry; I mistook this room as mine again," he started backing up to look for his and Paxton's room, but his arm was grabbed by the man who answered the door.

"No honey. This is your room, and your man is in the shower." The man used his thumb to point to the room behind him. Oliver vaguely remembered him as the blond guy that Paxton was flirting with last night.

"Sorry sweet cheeks, I exhausted your man last night." The blond guy mocked Oliver. "But don't worry, he can still be fucked for Round 4," he said as he lightly patted Oliver's face. "He's all yours now. Thanks for sharing." The guy smirked and bumped Oliver's shoulder, making Oliver turned around and face the room that he was in before, and then he continued walking away from Oliver like nothing big had happened.

Connor who was standing outside his own room heard the exchange and looked intently at Oliver.

Oliver made no move to return to his previous position; he was too dumbstruck to make any comment. His face was drowning with tears, but no sounds were coming out from his mouth. He was left there in a trance; his eyes were looking straight at Connor's.

Eyes full of pain and betrayal; feelings that Connor is very well acquainted with.

Just as he was about approach Oliver to continue their talk, Connor saw another guy wearing a white robe coming out from the room that Oliver was standing in front of.

"So you met Henry?" Paxton said as he leaned on the doorway, looking at Oliver's back. "Now you know my real taste in men," he smirked and crossed his arms.

"Why Paxton?" Oliver asked, struggling to keep his voice upright.

"What do you mean why?" Paxton asked incuriously. "Have you seen yourself?" Oliver subtly glanced at himself. "You are nothing compared to them! You're dull, ugly, and stupid!" Every insult Paxton muttered struck Oliver's heart.

"I only put up with you because you're good with computers. That's all," Paxton said with fake sympathy. "Oh yeah! Forgot to thank you for that information you hacked for me," he remembered. "I got promoted because of that," he said and patted Oliver's back.

Oliver continued his silent crying and gripped the front of his thighs, leaving red marks from his fingernails.

"You are just something I used for entertainment. It was fun at first, but it's getting boring. You always just nod and follow me like a lost puppy," he laughed and leaned his head in the doorway.

"You were sick last night and I'm not worried about you at all. The only feeling that I felt about you last night was excitement; and it wasn't from the image of my cock plunge into your virginal ass, but because you weren't here, and I could use the room as a fuck nest," Paxton groaned from last night's memories.

"So he was really sick," Connor mumbled to himself.

"You're so stupid and obliviously in love with me. Have you not wondered that my own family doesn't know about you? Or why I never introduced you to my friends?" Paxton was obviously met with silence. "Because I'm ashamed to say that you are my boyfriend!"

"Who would be in the right mind choose you?" Paxton approached Oliver's back and leaned towards Oliver and gripped his shoulders. "Your presence is a waste, so even if you die today…" he chuckled darkly in Oliver's ears. "No one will give a fuck," he said with each words stretched for emphasis.

Connor could not believe what he was seeing. Oliver was just standing still while this Paxton— his boyfriend, not his boss—insulted him repeatedly.

Connor felt guilty for accusing Oliver of sleeping with him for money, saying such horrible words to him, and mistaking him as his rival's ploy to destroy him. He wanted to turn around and go back to his own room and leave the couple with their own business, but as he glanced again at Oliver's trembling state, his conscience won't let him. He groaned, and strutted towards Oliver.

'I'm gonna regret this later. Stupid conscience; it wasn't really my fault that he ended up in the wrong room and slept with the wrong guy.' Connor thought to himself as he started a battle with his own subconscious.

Connor inhaled deeply and groaned mentally.

"Hey baby," Connor said coolly and yanked Oliver from Paxton's grip. He put his hand on the back of Oliver's head and kissed him hard. When Oliver didn't respond to the kiss, he slightly parted their lips away and whispered to his mouth. "I'm saving your ass here, so cooperate," he kissed Oliver again and used his right hand to grab Oliver's ass and squeezed it, waking Oliver from his trance. "Hmmm…"

Connor parted Oliver's lips with his teeth and plunge his tongue into Oliver's mouth, eliciting a loud moan from Oliver. He parted their lips with a smack and pushed Oliver's head on his shoulder.

"You see, the break up wasn't that so hard," Connor said to Oliver loudly, forcing Paxton to listen to his words. "Don't be guilty for having hot sex with me last night and for cheating with your boyfriend," he said while cradling Oliver's face. "Don't cry, baby." He pecked Oliver's lips. "He's already moved on."

"Stop shaking, I'll handle this. Stay calm," he whispered to Oliver's ears. Connor looked up from Oliver's shoulder and addressed Paxton. "I'm sorry Paulo," he said the wrong name intentionally. "I didn't mean to fall in love with your boyfriend the first time I laid my eyes on him."

"I really tried stopping myself," he lied. "I really did." He grabbed Oliver's ass and molested it in front of Paxton. "But I just can't resist him," he made a fake groan, and smirked when he saw Paxton's star struck face. "I mean who can ever resist that handsome face behind those coke-bottled glasses?"

"What? What the hell just happened?" Paxton said as he glanced towards Oliver and then back to Connor.

"It's just… Oliver was the most fun, amazing, beautiful and intelligent man I have ever met," Connor struggled to remember the insults he had heard earlier and turned them into compliments. "He means everything to me," he added while caressing Oliver's cheek with his thumb. "And after last night, as we fuck," he emphasized the word 'fuck' just because he could. "Over and over again I cannot let him return to you." He made a mental happy dance when he saw Paxton's jaw drop. "I'm sorry man; I hope there's no hard feelings between us."

Paxton shook his head. "You know what… just go… weird people only deserve each other. You'll probably just another poor freak who likes twinks," he spat disgustingly.

It took all Connor's mental control not to punch Paxton right there on the face; so he just forced a smile.

"Whoa, none of that," Connor reprimanded Paxton, like a person who have been raised in an ethical family will. "Tell you what, since you gave me this precious angel," he kissed Oliver's cheeks. "I'll put in a good word for you, and you can stay two extra days in the hotel, free of charge. Is that good?"

"What?" Paxton said unbelievably, who would in the right mind would do such a thing just so that they can have Oliver.

"It's okay man, no worries. It's all on me," Connor then carried Oliver, like a mother who would be carrying her overage son. "Come on babe, let's continue what was interrupted. "He turned around, Oliver still on his arms and slowly walked towards his room.

"Wait!" Paxton shouted. Connor thought Paxton would apologize for what he said to Oliver, but instead a duffle bag was thrown at their feet. "Oliver's clothes," he said without any more explanation.

"Throw it away," Connor responded.

"Huh?" Paxton questioned.

"Throw it, burn it, do whatever you want with it," he said and unlocked his room. "Oliver needs a new wardrobe; he practically owns this place if he is dating me," he turned his head towards a confused Paxton.

"You know… the poor freak who owns this hotel," he smirked, and they both entered the room, leaving a stunned Paxton outside of it.

Connor lay Oliver on the bed and knelt beside him.

"Oliver?" Connor said as he took the other man's hand, but Oliver only scooted towards the headboard, turned away from Connor, and scrunched his body in a fetal position.

Connor saw Oliver's body trembling with tears and sobs as he gently laid the blanket over him.

'What have I gotten myself into?' he complained to himself, and went to the bathroom to shower while he reminisce the train wreck that had happened.

He re-entered his room after changing into a more casual wear, and saw Oliver sleeping on the bed. He walked to his desk and opened his laptop, trying to do some leftover work while waiting for Oliver to wake up and discuss the situation they were stuck in.

"Why did you lie?" Slightly surprised by the voice coming from the other side of the room, Connor suppressed his shout and looked up from his documents and saw a disheveled Oliver sitting on the bed.

"I didn't." Knowing what Oliver really meant, Connor continued. "We did have 'hot sex' last night," he said, voice full of sarcasm. "…and you did cheat on Paxton with me." He cringed at his use of words when he saw Oliver's face fall.

Connor stood up and sat beside Oliver. "Look, I'm sorry for what I said earlier about you…" Oliver glanced at him confusingly.

"I guess I really am a cheat—" he was cut off when Connor scrambled to face him.

"No, not about that…" Connor shook his head. "Well, I'm sorry about that too… but I'm sorry for accusing you of sleeping with me for money." Oliver flinched as the memories of Connor's outburst came back. "And for the other names I called you."

"No… no… it was my fault, I was misdirected to your room, and should have checked first... I'm sorry," Oliver bowed his head in shame. "I really am so sorry… Please believe me that—" his pleadings were disrupted when Connor took his trembling hands.

"No… no… stop it. It's not your fault. I get it, you were sick and the guy who helped you last night mistook my room for yours," Connor explained to Oliver and let go of his hands. "And we wouldn't also be in this situation if I weren't too drunk to recognize who you really are… or aren't," he said shamefully while scratching the back of his neck.

"But... but…" Oliver tried to reason out but Connor waved a hand to his face.

"Can we just agree that we both made irrational choices and should just forget about last night? It's neither of our faults, it's just an unfortunate coincidence," he pleaded and offered his right hand to Oliver.

Oliver stared at it first, but then broke a small smile and shook Connor's hand. "Deal." Oliver then eyed the clasped hands and saw the ring on his finger. "Oh g**! I totally forgot. You're getting married. I'm sorry," he panicked again and tried to remove the ring.

"No… we're not… we've broken up…" Connor explained without glancing at Oliver.

"This is so much worse. I'm a home wrecker now… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…uhhh" Oliver scrunched his forehead and stopped midsentence when he realized that he didn't know the name of the man whose dick was inside him an hour ago. "Uhmm… What's your name?" he asked shamefully.

Connor stared at him incredulously for a second and then started laughing. "Connor Walsh," he answered between giggles. "And no, you really aren't. We broke up yesterday before all this happened," he gestured between them.

"Oh... oh…" Oliver nodded in understanding. "I'm still sorry though."

"Me too."

The dead silence in the room was interrupted when Connor's stomach growled.

"I'm hungry. Come on, let's get out of here," Connor stood up and gestured for Oliver to come along. "I need some fresh air."

"I can't," Oliver shook his head and Connor raised his eyebrows at Oliver.

"Come on. I know you're hungry too," he tempted Oliver.

"I really can't leave this room," he glanced at his shirt, ruined from the sex last night and looked at Connor's eyes accusingly. "You gave all my clothes away."

"Connor, I can't afford all this," Oliver said while eying the clothes being carried by the saleslady. "Target shirt is enough for me. These are designer's clothes," he whispered to Connor's ears while giving the lady a forced smile. "Let's get out of here," he tugged Connor's arm towards the exit.

"Don't be ridiculous. You wouldn't be paying for it," Connor said while texting. He pocketed his phone and gestured for the shop manager to come over. "This might take a while, so I'll be leaving him in your hands, Okay?" He took the black express card from his wallet and gave it to the manager. "Here's my card. Go crazy on him."

"Connor! Stop! Why are you doing this?" Oliver hissed.

Connor sighed. "Let me do this as an apology for accusing you."

"I thought we would forget about it; we shook hands, Connor," Oliver said and poked Connor on the side.

"I know… I know… but I called you a whore earlier and I just… I felt guilty about it." Connor scratched the back of his neck, not looking at Oliver while he explained. "So just let me do this, okay? For my conscience' sakes" He slipped a note to Oliver's breast pocket, which was actually his own shirt. "Go to this restaurant after this and I'll meet you there. I just need to meet an urgent client now." He hurriedly left the shop without letting Oliver made another protest.

"I feel like I'm in Pretty Woman," Oliver murmured to himself as he let the shop assistants dress him up.

Connor was sitting at the table he reserved originally for him and Julian. He sighed as he toyed with the wine glass in his hands. A moment later, the seat in front of him moved and someone he didn't recognize immediately sat down.

"Thank you," Oliver muttered under his breath, "for everything," he added and bowed his head down.

"Oliver?" Connor asked disbelievingly. The man seated in front of him was very much different from the crying boy in his arms earlier. Oliver was gorgeous and sexy. He wasn't wearing the dorky but cute coke-bottled glasses anymore. It was like seeing another person.

"Was it too much?" Oliver asked shyly.

"No, no," Connor amended. "You're great—"

"Thank you."

"—Perfect even," he added silently.

Connor got lost in Oliver's beauty for a minute, but returned to reality when Oliver waved a hand in front of him.

"Uh… huh?" Connor asked distractedly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, what?"

"You haven't answered my question from earlier," Oliver repeated. "You know… about lying to Paxton."

"I honestly don't know…" Connor responded and fiddled again with the wine glass. "Guilt, maybe or maybe because I felt empathy for you… having experienced my own heart break earlier that day… I… I really don't know," he shrugged.

"Thank you." Oliver said softly and put his hand over Connor's. He squeezed his hand when Connor made an eye contact with him. They exchanged small smiles and Oliver took his hand away from him.

"Is it really true that you own the hotel where we are staying?" Oliver asked while waiting for the meal that Connor ordered earlier.

"No… of course not…" Connor giggled. "I just lied to Paxton to make him stay away."

"Oh..." Oliver laughed too. 'Of course Connor wouldn't own the hotel, because if he did, he would be staying to a more expensive room,'' he thought to himself.

"I represent them though," Connor continued.

"You represent them?" Oliver asked, "I'm sorry, I'm not following."

"I'm their lawyer," he answered.

Oliver stared at Connor in disbelief. "Really? That sounds… big. But you won't really covering for his bill, right? That was too much."

"Maybe it's too much," Connor contemplated. "Fine, I won't do it. But just imagine his face when he'll get the bill and it wasn't still paid. That would be a great payback." He laughed menacingly.

Oliver thought of it to, and he can't help but laugh loudly. "I can't say that I would be sorry for him."

The night went from there; Connor talked about his experiences during business trips and Oliver about his low paying job, with their family and hobbies, topics you talk about during a first date. No one mentioned last night or about their exes. They enjoyed the change of atmosphere between them; peaceful and serene.

As they waited for Connor's card to return from paying the bill, their waiter returned with a black box in his hand. "On behalf of the employees of Craig's, we would like to congratulate you for your impending marriage." He put the box at the center of the table and softly clapped his hands.

Connor forgot that he had reserved the semi-private table for a post-engagement celebration. 'I should have taken him somewhere else.'

Oliver, sensing Connor's embarrassment and frustration, took both of his hands and stared at him lovingly.

"Thank you!" Oliver said to the waiter, but never left Connor's gaze. "I really am fortunate to have my knight-in-shining-armor as my husband." He smiled sincerely.

Connor opened the box and found a silver keychain-bell inside it. "Take it," thrusting the watch at Oliver. "Don't argue with me and take the watch because your knight will not always be with you." He let the watch fell from his hands onto Oliver's palms. "This will serve as my replacement; Whenever you feel down, just look at this, and remember that it will end soon, and just look forward for your tomorrow."

"My tomorrow," Oliver repeated smiling and caressed the golden watch in his hands.

They rode the rented car back to the hotel, and as they were at the hotel's entrance Connor turned to Oliver.

"Are you really sure about this?" Connor asked Oliver again.

"Yeah... yeah… I'm sure." Oliver smiled reassuringly. "I'll be staying with my high school friend who lives here. I've already called her earlier. I'll be fine. I needed time to think, and I'll just return later, maybe a week or so to get my valuables. I just hope Paxton hasn't thrown my passport yet," he chuckled.

"Sorry about that," he smiled at Oliver.

"He probably wouldn't do so…" Oliver assured Connor. "So I guess this is it,"

"I think so."

"Nice meeting you, Connor Walsh," Oliver said enthusiastically, and offered his hand to shake.

"The pleasure is mine," Connor smiled, and foregoes the handshake to kiss Oliver on the side of the mouth. "We're already passed the pleasantries," he commented lastly before getting out of the car.

"Connor!" Connor turned around when he heard Oliver shout his name, and saw Oliver's head popping out from the car window.

"I'll be looking forward for my tomorrow. Thank you!" Oliver blushed, and ducked his head inside the car, not giving the other man the time to respond.

Connor grinned widely, and waved at the black car that drove off around the corner.

Title Reference:

-Stays in Vegas - continuation from Chapter 1's title

Story Outline:

-Argument in the room

-Oliver's argument with Paxton

- Oliver makeover

-Humiliate Paxton

-Connor felt guilty,

-Connor gives Oliver advice

-part ways

Scenes Included:

-reasons why Oliver is in the room

- (souvenir form restaurant)

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