Brian stared up at the ceiling while he stretched on the bed, slowly going over the unexpected meeting of last night again. He didn't have many problems remembering it. All he had to do to remember was to turn his head, since this was Christian's bed in Christian's apartment, and Christian was still lying in it, completely naked - just as Brian.

Brian sighed and closed his eyes. How ever could this have happened? Well, it didn't really matter. It had happened, that was all that mattered.

Brian looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 3:30 pm. He'd better get up. He had to make his morning call, otherwise Steve would start to worry.

With a moan, he convinced his body to move and tried to ignore the mine some dwarfs had founded in his head while he had been sleeping. A faint sense of sickness came to the back of his throat. Brian sat still on the bed and tried to fight it down, closing his eyes, concentrating. /God, I HATE hangovers!/

Finally, his stomach seemed to relax a bit and he crept out of the bed, scanning the room for any sign of his clothes. He finally spotted his panties, tights and shirt half hidden under the bed and put them on. A look into the corridor presented him with his skirt, jacket and shoes.

Fully dressed, he walked into the bathroom to stare at the wreckage that had once been his face. He removed the completely smeared makeup as good as possible, using toilet paper and water, which didn't work too well. Silently he swore at the fact that men usually don't have makeup remover in their bathrooms. Finally, when he didn't look like the Creature from Hell anymore (only the Thing That Had Probably Been In Hell), he left the bathroom, hesitating in the corridor for a moment.

Should he leave a note?

Brian pondered the idea. There was always a 50:50 chance that he'd leave a note when leaving his acquaintances, so it was always a difficult decision.

/Don't/, said a small voice in his head, /just pretend this has never happened, you don't want the bastard to call you, do you?/

/Leave a note/, said another, more malicious voice, /otherwise Christian will probably never know what happened, and you wouldn't let him get away like that - shocking a closet case is always fun, isn't it?/

Brian growled at the two voices and they hid in the back of his brain, chattering with each other, frightened, complaining about Brian's rudeness.

Something drew him back into the bedroom. He looked at Christian's sleeping figure on the bed, blanket half way down, revealing his shoulders and back. He was in good shape, no doubt about that, and rather tanned. Brian wondered whether he still played basketball. It sure looked like he was doing a lot of exercise. It sure felt like it, too. Brian smirked.

Well, no matter how embarrassing this whole affair was, it definitely had been worth it. Brian distinctly remembered giving a very enthusiastic blow job to an even more enthusiastic Christian. He even more distinctly remembered probing fingers at his backdoor, quickly followed by something else...

No matter how homophobic Christian might be, he sure knew how to fuck a man, Brian decided, a small sigh escaping his lips with the memory.

Christian stirred, head moving sleepily, then he opened his eyes and saw Brian standing in the door.

Well, there goes the need for deciding on the note, Brian thought. "See you, Chris." He turned and made for the door.

"Don't leave!" pleaded a drowsy voice, but Brian left the apartment without looking back.

Not much later, he was resting his head against Stefan's shoulder, sipping at the instant soup Steve had cooked for them. His stomach revolted at the idea of warm liquid entering it, but his head told him that it was exactly what he needed now. He looked up at Stefan - well, he certainly looked worse than Brian felt, and that was something!

"Did you get home all right?" Brian asked.

"Dunno," muttered Stefan, slurping his bowl of soup.

"Yeah, was okay," Steve said, smiling. "Stef fell once but it wasn't bad."

"I fell?"

"Stumbled on the stairs. Bruised your left knee quite badly but I took care of that."

Stefan pushed Brian away as gentle as he could in his state and rolled up his jeans. "Oh," he said, staring at the slightly bloodstained plaster on his knee. He slowly shook his head and grimaced. "I really should stop drinking so much."

"Yepp, me too," Brian added with a sigh.

The other two threw him a curious glance.

Well. What the fuck. They were his best friends, weren't they? Brian sighed again. "I fucked with Christian last night."

"Oh," said Steve and stood up from the floor where they were sitting to get himself more soup.

Stefan only blinked and stared at Brian. "Christian?" he said after a little while, Steve was already returning. "Right, I mean, I remember he was there, but - you fucked him?"

"No, the other way round," Brian said, trying to shoo away the memory of the feeling that was creeping up. "Don't be so puzzled, he already hit on me when we were in school."

Stefan coughed. "What? When?"

"Remember when I got that really big part in the school play? The year before Frank left?" He smiled softly. "The year that photo in my wallet was taken?"

Stefan frowned, then nodded. Steve ate his soup, listening to his friends' conversation with an amused expression.

"Well, he - we - well, things got a bit messy in the changing room one day." Brian shrugged.

Stefan only shook his head in wonder. "Christian. Gay. Making out with you. And all the time I've been trying to see as much of him as possible in the shower, always wondering whether I should try... the world is a funny little place, isn't it?"

Brian smirked. "Guess it is."

"Sure as hell is! While I was trying to accept that I'm gay YOU had two guys following you around!" Stefan complained. "Frank I can stomach, never cared about the bloke - but Christian! You owe me something for that!"

"You don't know HOW much!" Brian said before he could stop himself and sniggered. "I tell you, that was the best fuck I've had for months!"

Stefan glared at him. "I don't think I like you anymore," he declared, tilted back his head and pouted.

"That's pretty much your own fault," Steve chimed in, "if you hadn't been that drunk, the honor might have been yours..."

"True," Brian agreed.

Now Stefan frowned at both of them. "I really think I don't like either of you anymore."

"Would it help if you kissed me?" Brian asked helpfully.

Stefan laughed. "Bri-pie, I really care about you but-"

"Okay, then don't," Brian interrupted, grinning mischievously, "it's just that I sucked his dick and thought you might want a sample." He quickly ducked the spoon flung in his direction and stood up.

"Now I know it," Stefan hissed, but there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes, "I HATE you!"

"Let me get you more soup then, honey, okay?" Brian took his and Stefan's bowl and went to empty the pot.

"And I was thinking you'd go for that cutesy brunette waitress, Jessie," Steve called.

Brian spilled a considerable amount of soup. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "I was going to! Damn it! Damn! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Well, at least you DID fuck, fuck, fuck last night," Stefan growled, "with MY heartthrob!"

"I know where he lives," Brian offered, sitting down again, and handed Stefan his bowl. They always came to sit on the floor when they were eating together. Brian didn't know how this started, but meanwhile it was some sort of tradition.

Stefan only grunted.

"So, are you going to see him again?" asked Steve and put away his empty bowl.

"Nah."

"Why not?"

"Are you kidding? I fucking hate the guy! He bullied me, he harassed me, he tried to get me in trouble with my parents by having his mom tell them about Frank and me -"

"Then why did you fuck him?" Stefan interrupted. "Why didn't you just pass him on to me?"

Brian sighed deeply. "I - don't - know!" he said slowly. "And you were too drunk anyway. And I don't even know how it happened. You two were gone, we were left, chatted a bit about what we're doing now -" Brian started to grin. "He's in a consulting firm, yuck, imagine that! Anyway, I don't know, suddenly he asked whether I'd like to go home with him, said he lived only a few blocks away, and I don't know why but I said yes, and next thing I remember is him ripping my clothes off me in the corridor before we somehow made it into the bedroom."

Steve chuckled. "Some like it hot."

"Very funny! I didn't plan that. Not with Christian! I don't fuck with guys that give me bruises in the face!"

Stefan raised his eyebrow. "Aaah, so that was Christian!" he exclaimed.

"Yupp. Cause I dared to kiss him while he was wanking me off."

"You never talked about that!" Stefan complained.

"I never talked about Frank either, did I?" Brian answered. "You don't have to know every intimate detail about me, you know?"

"Oh, but yes, we do!" Steve proclaimed. "We're a family now, daddy, child and a tall, hung over mommy!"

"Watch it, daddy, or I'll make you swallow your spoon!"

"Christian fucked him," Stefan muttered, still obviously confused by the news. "Just like that."

"And I sure as hell wasn't his first," Brian added maliciously.

"Aww, leave poor ickle Stef alone," said Steve. "Anyway, what are we going to do tonight?"

Brian and Stefan exchanged glances. "PAR-TAY!" they then shouted in unison.

Christian had already managed to sit up when he heard his front door close. Brian was gone. He slumped back onto the bed.

Damn it.

He snuggled under the blanket. Part of it still wore Brian's scent. He drew it in with a deep breath and buried his face in the blanket. He'd blown it. Again.