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Chapter 10: Take a hint

"Tell me you're kidding," Skyler said, looking at Brent with an incredulous look on his face. He glanced at the jock's arm swung casually over his shoulder, like they were the best of friends, and his bright, eager smile. "Merci. You're not kidding, are you?"

Brent's only response was to grin wider, which Skyler groaned at. "Really, Brent? Me? You want me to come?"

"Uh, duh, man," Brent replied easily. "How could I not invite one of my boys, huh? Besides, I can't invite all of choir members and exclude you, either."

Skyler still looked at him in disbelief. A popular, feared jock, known for bullying harshly in the past and being in juvie, was inviting Skyler, the flamboyant gay kid, to his next party. This had to be a trick, right?

"Come on, man, you gotta," Brent said, whining exaggeratedly to get Skyler to relax. A smile was cracked, but Skyler's shoulders remained tense.

It had to be a trick.

"Zack will be there~" Brent sung by the boy's ear, his grin turning smug and knowing when Skyler turned red and formed goosebumps. An involuntary grin was growing, and his eyes flashed.

Damn it. His most valuable kryptonite: being in Zack's presence.

Brent raised a fist and cheered triumphantly, seeing the acceptance in Skyler's eyes. Skyler rolled said eyes good-naturedly, shaking his shoulder to get the boy's arm off. Brent started backpedaling, shouting 'Be there at seven!' before spinning on his heels and racing down the corridor.

Skyler chuckled to himself, turning around and almost running smack into a large mass. His blood froze, and in what felt like slow motion raised his gaze into the petrifying face of one pissed Michael Johnson.

Zack had snapped after Skyler's last attack. He slashed the tires of every football player, sans the choir members, and heavily graffitied their cars like he had their lockers and jackets. After that, he stuffed their lockers with dildos and lube, enough that they would fling into the hallway, for all to see. Then, not yet satisfied, he paid the cheerleaders to ask them out, then act like they were being turned down and shout some random, embarrassing, mostly false fact about them.

Along with his usual revenge.

Skyler knew the black eye, split lip, and swollen jaw Michael was sporting were curtsy of Zack. He didn't expect Zack to not single the brute out, for his own private punishment. Same as he knew Michael was leaving him alone for the time being, at least while his injuries heal. After that, he was fair game again.

They exchanged a cold gaze, the silent message understood. Smiling crudely at Skyler, Michael was still able to shove the boy aside, despite the wince he couldn't hold back. Skyler watched his retreating figure, heart slamming in his chest, frustration beading drops in his eyes.

No. Skyler Day will not cry. Not today.

He gasped in surprise as he was suddenly blinded, a warmth pressing to his back and a hot breath ghosting across his skin, familiar lips brushing his ear as they whispered "Guess who?" in a deep, sexy croon.

His face bloomed into an ecstatic smile, and he brought his arms up to hold on to the man by his glorious biceps. "Taylor Lautner?" he asked coyly, letting out a squeal as he was suddenly grabbed around the waist and swung in a circle, the man laughing in joy. His laughter joined with the man's, and he spun around the moment he was released, gazing into the toffee brown eyes he was so addicted to.

He smiled, suddenly shy. "Hi," he whispered.

Zack smiled back. "Hey, beautiful. I love your hat today, very McQueen like."

And another part of Skyler's heart was stolen.


"There isn't anything else we could be doing tonight? Organizing your closet by season and color? Studying for French? Watch each other's YouTube channels and deny we used to stalk the other on them?"

Zack smiled fondly, letting his hands track lower on the pale boy's back, rubbing circles through the material of the shirt. "You organized my closet last week," he murmured, skimming his nose against his collarbone. "We're already fluent in French, and we can watch YouTube anytime. We're going."

Skyler whined, internally cursing the boy for manipulating him into going by heavily flirting with him. But at the moment, he was willing to complain for a little longer if it meant Zack would keep touching him. Or forever, which ever came first.

"But it's going to be filled with jocks, all drunk, and I won't have anyone to talk to once you join them."

"Okay, A, you're insane if you think I'm leaving you alone in a house full of drunk jocks," Zack mumbled into his neck. "And B, I don't plan on getting drunk, because then I can't protect you properly."

Skyler frowned. "I don't want you to not have fun because you feel the need to be your best friend's bodyguard."

Zack lifted his head, the seriousness in his eyes shocking Skyler into silence. "Sky, how can I possibly have a single ounce of fun if I'm scared you're getting hurt?"

Skyler opened his mouth to retort, but closed it after a few seconds. Shame started to flood his eyes, and Zack's expression grew guilty.

"Oh, Skyler baby, no, that's not what I meant!" he rushed, holding the boy tighter to his chest. Skyler began to shake slightly, holding the tears back.

"You're not a burden, you aren't doing anything wrong, you aren't inconveniencing me, you're mine and you're perfect, so perfect," he murmured, cradling the hurt brunette closer still.

Skyler calmed a few minutes later, his eyes shinning with such gratitude, Zack had to physically restrain himself from kissing him until every worry and fear was far, far away. He had to break the habit, before they both got hurt.

Smiling, Zack rubbed his back softly, saying, "So, you ready yet? Don't think I don't know when you're using your clothes as an excuse to stall, Mr. Day."


"Are you kidding me?" Skyler exclaimed, slightly scandalized.

Zack grinned wryly. "Nope. Guy learned a lot after it happened to him."

Skyler held up a packet from the bowl, kindly labeled it was 'free for the using'.

"But, condoms?" he asked again, paling a bit as he looked at it.

Zack shrugged. "People get drunk, get heavy, realize they don't have any, but go through with it anyway. Next morning sober, nine months later parents. It's safer this way."

Skyler had a newfound respect for the delinquent. Winking, Zack tucked a pair into his pocket. Skyler raised a delicate eyebrow. "Planning on using that tonight, Mr. Brian? And here I thought you said you weren't getting smashed tonight."

"Oh, babe," Zack chuckled. "Who said I had to be drunk to use it?"

He laughed as Skyler paled, clutching his shoulder for support. "Breathe, Day. I'm kidding. Why would I do it in Brent's house, of all places?"

Skyler flushed, shoving the boy away and fondly calling him a moron. Zack winked, asked if Skyler wanted another drink, and went off in search for them. Skyler sipped his current plastic cup of coke, glancing around. Just like he predicted, everyone was hammered. Brent was even wearing his lampshade as a hat, and he was scared the body shots would repeat once Stephanie woke up from where she and Brittany passed out.

With Zack there, he was actually having some fun. Brent had invited Lee-Anne, being in the choir, and she somehow snuck in a Karaoke machine and set it up in the basement. Many a drunk body had stumbled in, and almost everyone left after performing a number. He and Zack had already preformed "Animal" by Neon Trees, and Zack had left for a few minutes after Blaine and Rachel finished singing "Don't You Want Me", though Zack had given him bedroom eyes the entire time.

The night was still young, and Skyler was waiting for him when he felt a presence next to him. Smiling, he turned to what he assumed was Zack, his question dying on his lips when the person in question was most definitely not Zack.


Zack had just located another coke, turning around to head back when a voice addressed him.

"Nice view, hot stuff."

Zack froze. He wasn't a stranger to being hit on, girls did it all the time before he told them it was a lost cause. But recently, if the person wasn't Skyler, then it made him feel; well, dirty, not desirable. Not to mention this voice sounded... predatory.

He turned around, his pierced brow lifting in question. The boy smirked back, his dark green eyes piercing into Zack and making him feel exposed. He crossed his arms unconsciously, hoping to use his badass look to say Get Lost, but either this guy didn't see it or he just didn't care.

"What's a nice piece of sex on a stick like you doing here all by yourself?" the man purred, daring to come closer.

Zack instantly tensed. "I'm not alone," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm with my best friend. And I need to get him his drink before it gets lukewarm."

The guy looked at the coke Zack was clutching and laughed. "Some friend, what, too scared to live a little and let loose? You should ditch the loser and spend some time with a real man."

Zack looked unimpressed. "What, like you?"

The man smirked gleefully. "Exactly like me."

Zack glared, all traces of politeness gone. He uncrossed his arms, his free hand clenching into a fist as he got in the man's face. "A real man wouldn't insult my best friend and expect me to want to have any association with him afterwards. Piss off."

The man remained unfazed, his meerkat face holding the smirk firmly in place. "I don't think so, sexy," he purred. "Ash Drake always gets the guy."

Zack smirked back. "Well, Ash Drake can't say that anymore."

When he turned to leave, a hand on his elbow held him back. Irritated, feeling dirty, and worried for Skyler since he'd been gone for so long, Zack had had enough. With a quick spin, he kicked Ash in his crotch. The man cried in pain and crumpled, and Blaine left without another word.

What he found did not help his mood at all.


"No, really, I couldn't," Skyler insisted, pushing the boy away from him gently. "We just met, and you seem like a nice guy, but -"

"But what, Skyler? I thought we were hitting it off great!"

"As friends, yes, but I don't want to date you, anymore then I want to kiss you."

"There's someone else, isn't there? I bet he isn't into Broadway as much as I am, I bet my grades are better, I bet everything about me is more suited for you then he is."

Skyler was fuming. "Don't you dare act like you know him at all. If I was you I'd leave now, because if he hears you -"

"Too late."

Skyler froze, his eyes closing in dread. Oh Gaga.

He swallowed before turning around, nodding his head and saying evenly, though obviously relieved, "Zack."

Zack was furious. First he has Drake trying to get in his pants, then he has some other guy try to kiss his Skyler, and now said guy was insulting him before they'd even met. God, he needed a drink.

Burning holes into the guy with his glare, Zack swiftly grabbed the drink previously offered to Skyler, shooting it back as if it were a shot. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he tossed the cup aside and crossed his arms again, the burn in this throat and veins empowering him.

"Skyler," he said evenly. "Is this punk bothering you?"

The 'punk' in question made a squabble sound of protest, but was shut up when Zack lifted his hand, palm out, in silence.

"Don't even fucking dare try to speak, you hear me?" he said, beginning to seethe. "I'd don't know what's happening, but my best friend told you no, he asked you to leave, and I don't entirely trust myself to not punch the ever-loving-shit out of you if you don't walk away right now."

He got close to the guy's face, his eyes blazing, voice deathly threatening. "Do I make myself clear?"

The guy opened and closed his mouth several times, readjusting his glasses as terror stole his voice.

Skyler sighed, taking pity on the boy. "Just go, Barry," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Barry nodded shakily, glancing at Skyler longingly one more time, before scurrying off as Zack released a low growl of warning and possession.

Zack released a sigh, a hand coming up to rub his temple. "God, sometimes being powerful is just so damn exhausting."

Skyler gaped at him, always shocked at seeing a reason for the badboy's reputation. Zack raised his eyebrow in confusion. "What? Was it too much?"

Skyler shook his head. "Gaga, you are so hot when you get mad."

Zack smirked, turning around and walking forward, forcing Skyler back. The countertenor felt a thrill rush through his spine and straight to his cock when his back pressed against the wall, and Zack lifted his arms to press around him, essentially caging him in.

"Not nearly as sexy as you are when you get bitchy, baby," the boxer whispered in his ear, pressing a light kiss to the underside of Skyler's jaw.

Skyler's knees trembled.

Zack pulled away, desire and mischievousness shinning in his orbs of honey-gold. "Come on, I think we should wow these boozers and get some solos in, 'k?"

Skyler nodded mutely, hoping the room's low lighting was hiding his blush. Zack smiled, tension leaving his body as he watched Skyler fall apart. The voice of insecurity in his head was silenced when he got Skyler to react the way he did. And that alone made everything better.


"No. Sky, don't, please, I'll get on my knees if I must."

"Nope. I dare you to not sing something by a female artist."

Zack groaned. "But they have such better lyrics!" he whined.

Skyler smiled deviously. "I know. That's why I'm doing one."

Zack gaped at him as he sauntered off, calling out "Cheater!" to his retreating back, trying but failing to take his eyes from the boy's ass in those skin tight jeans.

"You know, I've always liked the feisty, hard-to-get ones the most," a voice said in Zack's ear as it approached him from behind. "Second would be the bashful schoolboy thing."

Zack held in his sigh of frustration as Ash tried to get handsy, promptly shaking or slapping his hands accordingly. "Can you not take a hint?" he hissed.

Ash smirked. "Oh, baby, you know the chase is half the fun."

Zack tensed and spun, crossing his arms again. "Look, Asher or whatever, I'm sorta already promised with someone else."

The idiot didn't even flinch. "Doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. And it's Ash"

Zack shook his head, appalled. "No, I really care about him."

"He doesn't have to know," Ash kept insisting.

"I just -," Zack paused, running his hands through his curls in frustration. "I don't want to mess my thing up with him. He's really great."

"Who's really great?"

Zack spun around, his relief and joy battling each other as he smiled. "You! We were just talking about you."

He wrapped an arm around Skyler's waist, pulling him close to the side and hooking two fingers in the leather bracelet on his wrist. "Meerkat face, this is Skyler, my... best friend."

The two glared at each other as Skyler extended a hand, ever the polite one. "Pleasure," he said, sarcasm thick as Ash reluctantly shook it.

"Zack, I'm about to start, I suggest you pay close attention to this one," Skyler said, the humor in his eyes clouded by the wary look he glanced at Ash.

Zack smiled easily at him, sending him away with a solid smack on the ass. Skyler startled and colored, but the small smile forming said the truth. He was watching said ass when Ash pulled his focus again.

"That? That is my competition? Pffhh. Piece of cake."

Zack whirled on him, landing a solid punch to the guy's jaw. Not enough to damage, but enough to warn, although his class ring was sure to leave a mark. Meerkat stumbled back, his look one of shock, anger, and lust.

"His name is Skyler, he is a person and I won't have you disrespecting him. I said no, and I mean no. Now get the fuck out of my face, you little bitch," Zack snarled.

Ash got up, rubbing his jaw with one hand and holding up the other in surrender. "You'll change your mind, pretty-boy, they always do. You know where to find me when you do."

He smirked and walked out, letting Zack breathe in relief. He shoulda know there'd be at least one. But then he forgot about that dumb fuck, because music started and Zack's jaw dropped and holy shit he needs a pillow or something.

"Ah, ah ah, ah ah,

You're so good to me baby, baby!"

There was definitely something to be said about how Skyler Day made him feel when he sang. And it was aroused.

"I wanna lock you up in my closet, when no one's around.

I wanna put your hand in my pocket, because you're allowed.

I wanna drive you into the corner, and kiss you without a sound.

I wanna stay this way forever, I'll say it loud."

Then Skyler was coming towards him, lifting a hand and placing it on Zack's chest, guiding him back as they held eye contact and Zack stumbled back blindly.

"Now you're in, and you can't get out."

Then there was a chair and Zack was pushed into it, falling back without grace and gazing at Skyler in shock, who used his headset to start dancing and literally blowing Zack's mind.

"You make me so hot,

Make me wanna drop,

It's so ridiculous,

I can barely stop.

I can hardly breathe,

You make me wanna scream.

You're so fabulous,

You're so good to me baby, baby.

You're so good to me baby, baby."

Skyler came back to him, smirking at how flustered Zack was after watching all the ways those hips could move. He placed his hands on Zack's knees and leaned in, who involuntarily leaned back and failed to hide his blush from blooming.

"I can make you feel all better, just take it in.

And I can show you all the places, you've never been.

And I can make you say everything, that you've never said.

And I will let you do anything, again and again."

With a flash Skyler pulled down his sleeve, revealing the leather bracelet he hadn't taken off ever since Zack put it on him, the "Z" standing out sharply in the flashing lights.

"Now you're in, and you can't get out."

Zack's lap was deserted and Skyler continued to dance around him, trailing a hand over him as he circled, and Zack was painfully hard at this point and internally battling that the song never ended and that they just skip it right now.

"You make me so hot,

Make me wanna drop,

It's so ridiculous,

I can barely stop.

I can hardly breathe,

You make me wanna scream.

You're so fabulous,

You're so good to me baby, baby.

You're so good to me baby, baby."

Then the lighting dimmed, and Skyler sat himself in Zack's lap, lacing his arms around his neck as he looked into his eyes, and Zack immediately wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, blush darkening as he realized what Skyler was probably feeling now. But the playfulness in the brunette's eyes was replaced with seriousness and hope, and he lifted a hand to cup Zack's rosy cheek, his own face a similar shade.

"Kiss me, gently.

Always, I know.

Hold me, love me,

Don't ever go.

Ooh, yeah yeah."

A kiss was pressed to his burning cheek, Skyler winked, and the dancing resumed, Zack suddenly finding breathing incredibly difficult and requiring thought.

"You make me so hot,

Make me wanna drop,

It's so ridiculous,

I can barely stop.

I can hardly breathe,

You make me wanna scream.

You're so fabulous,

You're so good to me.

You make me so hot,

Make me wanna drop,

It's so ridiculous,

I can barely stop.

I can hardly breathe,

You make me wanna scream.

You're so fabulous,

You're so good to me baby, baby.

You're so good to me baby, baby."

Then Skyler held out his hand, and Zack took it without thought. Skyler pulled him to his feet, and they held each other again as Skyler sang the last line softly.

"You're so good."

And Zack just lost all will power.

Gently, almost as if he was afraid of rejection, Zack cupped Skyler's face and moved his headset up. Skyler's eyes widened, and his breath came in shallow gulps.

Swallowing, Zack slowly connected their lips in an increasingly familiar meeting.

Almost instantly Skyler left out a soft sigh, clutching the back of Zack's jacket and pulling him closer. Zack barely held back his moan, tilting the countertenor's head and deepening the kiss. He breathed in deeply through his nose, head swimming from the alcohol and Skyler's addicting scent of fresh fruit and Marc Jacobs cologne.

Skyler was the first to pull away, giggling as Zack chased after his lips, allowing a few more soft touches. His pupils were slightly lust blown and dazed looking, and he smiled shyly at the badboy in his arms, who was gazing at him with such adoration.

No words were needed. They could feel it in the static surrounding them.

"Your turn," Skyler whispered, reaching up to pull the headset from his hair, offering it to the hazel-eyed boy with a hopeful smile.

Zack returned the smile easily, giving in to temptation to lean in and press a chaste kiss to the pale boy's lush mouth one more time. He took the headset and went to the machine to set up.

"You want to get some water or something, Sky?" he asked suddenly. "I don't want you straining your vocal chords so soon before Sectionals. I know how important it is to you."

And Skyler was so shocked and so touched that he just nodded mutely, a small smile on his face as he ascended the stairs.


That smile was gone quickly as he entered the kitchen, however.

"Well well, if it isn't gay face."

Skyler tensed, expecting a drunk jock about to harass him, but only grew irritated when he found Meerkat face instead, a clean bruise forming on his jaw. He rolled his eyes, deciding to ignore the teen who obviously had eyes for his Zack.

"I don't know what he sees in you, honestly," the boy continued to sneer, coming up behind the countertenor as he sipped his water. "I mean, is what you're wearing even guy clothing?"

Skyler started at him, the blue of his irises sharp and cold as ice. "Fashion has no gender," he said nonplused.

Meerkat cackled. "Typical," he snorted. "He's obviously trying to get your virginity, because I don't see any other reason he hangs around you."

Skyler slammed his glass down, the resonating thud making Ash wince slightly. His eyes burned with blue fire, his tone clipped and cutting as glass.

"You don't know me," he hissed. "You don't know him. Insult me one more time, and I won't hesitate to get all my football friends, including my brother, who is the quarterback, and my boxer best-friend to kick your obnoxious CW hair out of Ohio."

Ash's smirk faltered slightly, anxiety over the forces against him momentarily making him pause. Using the opportunity to slip by, Skyler held his head high and walked back downstairs, eager to listen to Zack's performance and erase Meerkat from his mind.


"Took you long enough," the curly haired teen teased, all set up and bouncing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Skyler gave a close-lipped smile. "Got pulled into a conversation," he said in a way of explanation, taking a seat in the chair he had shoved Zack into a few minutes earlier, resting his head on his folded hands as he gave the performer his full attention.

Zack smiled, taking a deep, shaky breathe. "So, I'm not doing a song by a female," he started, smirking when Skyler mockingly applauded. "But I do think this works just as well."

He pressed the button, music came out, and Kurt felt his breath catch in his throat.

"It's his hair and his eyes today,

That just simply take me away.

And the feeling that I'm falling further in love,

Makes me shiver, but in a good way."

'He changed the pronoun,' Skyler couldn't help thinking, blushing as he realized Zack made it so the song was for him and not just any old performance. His heart stuttered pleasantly in his chest.

"All the times I have sat and stared,

As he thoughtfully thumbs through his hair.

And he purses his lips, bats his eyes and he plays

With me sitting there slack-jawed, and nothing to say."

Then Zack smiled at Skyler shyly, pulling out one of Brent's guitars he had found, adding it to the performance as Skyler's eyes widened in surprise.

"'Cause I love him with all that I am.

And my voice shakes along with my hands.

'Cause he's all that I see, and he's all that I need,

And I'm out of my league once again."

There wasn't much blood circulating in Skyler's head, because it was all rushing to his cheeks as he grew more and more flattered. Zack loved seeing the pale boy turn red because of him, and gaining confidence he rose up, starting to slowly circle the boy as he strummed and sang, beautiful blue eyes tracking his every move.

"It's a masterful melody, when he calls out my name to me.

As the world spins around him, he laughs,

Rolls his eyes, and I feel like I'm falling,

But it's no surprise.

'Cause I love him with all that I am.

And my voice shakes along with my hands.

'Cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea,

But I'd rather be here than on land.

Yes he's all that I see and he's all that I need,

And I'm out of my league once again."

The fact the Zack thought he was out of Kurt's league made the taller boy want to laugh out loud. If anything, he was out of Zack's league. The boy skipped a grade for freaking out loud! He was gorgeous and strong and kind and talented, and Skyler was just...

Skyler. Pale, gay, effeminate, sings-like-a-girl, Skyler.

"It's his hair and his eyes today,

That just simply take me away.

And the feeling that I'm falling further in love,

Makes me shiver, but in a good way.

All the times I have sat and stared,

As he thoughtfully thumbs through his hair.

As he purses his lips, bats his eyes,

And he plays with me sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say.

'Cause I love him with all that I am.

And my voice shakes along with my hands.

'Cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea,

But I'd rather be here than on land.

Yes he's all that I see, and he's all that I need,

And I'm out of my league once again."

And then Zack had stopped strumming and was caressing Sky's burning cheek, his smile soft and apologetic. Skyler smiled back, his heart melted and eyes shinning.

Zack leaned in to kiss him again, and the thump thump thump of Skyler's heart was replaced with a steady source of Zack Zack Zack.


"Spin the bottle, bitches!" Brent screamed, earning a roaring cheer from the crowd.

Skyler groaned, and Zack threw his arm around the countertenor's shoulders, laughing hysterically.

He's not sure how this happened. He did say he wasn't planning on getting drunk, but every time a jock tried to start something or that punk, Ben or Blerry or whatever, tried to flirt with Skyler again, Zack would find himself another drink down. Maybe it was his coping method.

He lost his train of thought as he grinned widely, trying to drag Zack where he thought the general direction of the circle was forming. Skyler rolled his eyes fondly and let himself be dragged, his eyes darting around worriedly as some jocks sober enough to register their presence began to protest.

"Hey hey, this is my house,"Brent slurred slightly, his tone firm and dominant. "And I say everyone gets to play. And you can't chicken out of a gay kiss, either."

Some got up immediately and wandered off, Brent calling them sissies and cowards. Skyler smiled at his friend, who winked back and plopped himself on Skyler's side. Skyler grinned wider, glancing at other side, where Zack was gripping his arm tight and leaning his head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.

His eyes softened. Zack really was adorable, even drunk.

Zack blinked at him, smiling dopily until he saw something and immediately glared. Worried, Skyler followed the boy's line of vision, seeing both Barry and Ash come join the circle. He gritted his teeth hard. If either of them were forced to kiss those two creeps...

"Let's party!" Brent cried, chugging his beer and spinning it hard, the circle cheering in excitement. It landed on Lee-Anne, who cheered and surged forward, despite Nick's frown. Skyler smiled, loving to see some clean drama.

Lee-Anne kissed Sam, who kissed Brittany, who kissed Stephanie (the crowd loved that one), who kissed Ash. It was all fun until Ash spun and landed on Zack.

Tensing instantly, the boys looked at each other in alarm. Threatened by Meerkat's predatory and triumphant look, Skyler shifted and slightly knocked the bottle, causing it to land on Brent.

Ash frowned, starting to protest but was cut off by Brent, who winked at Skyler and kissed the creep to shut him up. For a straight guy he seemed pretty eager to kiss another dude.

Skyler and Zack sighed in relief, Zack a bit more sober after the scare. The bottle continued to spin, until the one Barry moved landed on Skyler.

Skyler's eyes widened in alarm, and the punk made a gleeful noise as he attempted to reach him. However, he was soon interrupted when he found himself face-to-face with an absolutely murderous Zack Brian.

"Don't even fucking think about it," the boxer growled, the room erupting in ooohhhs and whispers.

Swallowing heavily, Barry attempted to puff out his chest and keep his voice full of authority. "I landed on him, and the rules state that-"

"I don't give a single solitary fuck about the rules," Zack sneered, leaning back to crack his knuckles and neck, the pops making the boy wince in fear. "You can choose to step back without a black eye, or go ahead and receive one. Your choice."

Barry looked back at him, reading the seriousness in his face and paling when he found it sincere. He glanced back at Skyler, his expression trapped between longing and terror, and Skyler decided to help his decision. He raised an eyebrow, smirked, and promptly shot him the bird.

Barry blushed in humiliation as the circle laughed, promptly scooting back to his spot, where he began to sulk.

Skyler breathed in relief, shooting a grateful look to Zack, who smiled crookedly and kissed his cheek in reply.

Frowning, Skyler looked back at the bottle and realized it was his turn to spin it. Zack froze as he remembered as well, and the circle shifted uncomfortably, growing quiet. Shrugging his shoulders in apology, Skyler reached forward and gave the sticky bottle a hard tug.

Zack watched it intently, following the tip with his eyes as it moved around and around and around, until his head was beginning to spin itself. He sucked in his cheek as it slowed down, his heart panicking as it stopped.

The room was dead quiet, all except for the short, disbelieving laugh that escaped Skyler's lips. Zack looked at him, fearing the worst. But he grew confused when he saw Skyler smiling warmly at him, Brent giving him a thumbs up. Confused, his brow furrowed, and he looked back at the bottle, his drunken mind trying to understand.

A hand touched his chin and his eyes widened. He looked back at Skyler in shock, asking with his eyes that he was seeing it correctly. Skyler's amused nod was like releasing a dame of worry from his mind.

Him. The bottle landed on him.

Suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that Sky was his to kiss, to kiss in public, with their friends around to support them and their unwanted suitors helpless to intervene, Zack smiled an absolutely breathtaking smile. Lifting a hand to cover Skyler's, which was still cupping his chin, Zack cupped the back of the pale teen's neck and pulled him in.

A sigh of contentment left their lips immediately, and the choir members cheered as they witnessed what they believed to be their first kiss. Well, those that didn't know about the hickey Skyler had been sporting weeks ago.

Zack refused to budge when Sky tried to back away, placing a hand on the boy's hip to pull him in tighter. Skyler made a surprised noise, which quickly turned into a moan as Zack licked his bottom lick and nibbled it, using the sound to thrust his tongue into the warm heat of Sky's mouth. Skyler gripped his shoulders harshly, pushing forward and dominating the kiss, tongues swirling and dancing, Zack's tongue ring making Skyler want to lose his damn mind.

It took several cleared throats later for Sky to remember where they were, pulling back from the boxer with an obscene pop, grinning at the slight whimper and dazed look he received. Zack pouted up at him, and he bit his lip to avoid leaning back down to kiss it off.

"Damn, Day," Stephanie purred, jolting the two back into reality. "I may be into pussy, but even I will admit that that was just hot."

Brent nodded as well, shifting slightly in his position. The two broke into laughter, holding the other close as they started to tear. Josey smiled as she took Zack's turn for him.

"I think it's safe to say those two are done," she said with a smirk, and the choir smiled and nodded, Nick looking ready to tear Zack's head off. Ash and Barry got up and left with huffs, ignored by the remaining teens and their happiness for their friends.


"No, we aren't together, guys." Zack sighed tiredly, for what felt like the fiftieth time that night.

"But you two were so possessive of each other! And the passion when you kissed..."

"Not to mention every time someone even looks at Sky badly, you go all liberator and fuck shit up, man," Brent grinned.

Zack shook his head. "Okay, we're ...more then best friends, but we aren't dating."

The raised eyebrows spoke volumes of their disbelief.

Zack rolled his eyes. "Guys, I promise, if we ever do get to that stage, I'll tell you everything you want to know ... and everything you don't want to know," he finished with a mischievous smirk.

Brent laughed and clapped his back in approval. "That's what I mean, man! Bros before hoes!"

"Umm, I don't think that expression applies in this case," Joey said uncertainly.

Zack chuckled as Brent looked thoughtful. "Bros before cocks?"

Sam shook his head. "Very creative, Brent."

Zack laughed and glanced back over at where Skyler was, still being interrogated by the girls of the club. He smiled fondly as the boy turned scarlet after a debauch question was asked from Stephanie, feeling the ache in his heart again. God, if they would just go away so he could touch him again...

"He's gone again, guys."

Zack blinked, turning his head back towards the boys. "Hmm?"

They were smiling cheekily at him. "You disappeared on us again, man," Mike was saying. "Where'd you go, huh?"

Zack shrugged, trying to keep his blush down. He obviously failed, because they broke out in laughter again.

"Shut up," he muttered, smiling again as he heard Skyler laugh.

Brent smiled gently. "He's changed you, man."

Zack turned to him, his eyebrow raised in question. "How so?"

Brent shrugged. "You're different with him. Different in general."

Mike nodded. "Yeah, I mean you've always been cool, but you've had a short fuse for quite a while. Like, everybody had to be on their toes, least you flipped out over almost anything, man."

"True dat," Joey chimed in. "Brother, you were kinda closed off too. I mean, we teased you and you said to shut up, no heat or offense in it at all? Old you would' a gone nuts."

Zack cocked his head to the side as he contemplated this.

Sam nodded as well. "I mean, none of us actually knew you knew you. We talked and such, but you never opened up personally. If I had to find you a Christmas present, all I would have to go off of is that you wear leather. And dude, I don't have that kind of money."

Zack looked surprise, wonder starting to fill his face. "Sky's really changing that?" he said softly, looking back at the boy in question, his eyes filled with adoration and gratitude. He smiled softly when Skyler laughed again. The guys exchanged looks, a single though passing through them all; Zack was in love.

Brent rolled his eyes. "Go back to him, Brian," he ordered, playfully giving him the shooing motion. "We can see the heart eyes breaking the longer you're away."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Zack replied, face completely serious, before he wiggled his eyebrows and sauntered back to Skyler, their laughter making him smile.

"Hey, gorgeous," he whispered, sliding up behind the boy, making him jump before turning around and smiling warmly.

"Hi!" he breathed, already forgetting the girls were still there.

They talked quietly, heads brushed together, and the girls finally took the hint after a few minutes and dispersed. They were in their own little world when the bubble was popped again.


Zack groaned, recognizing the voice and wishing it would just go away. He turned from Skyler to see Ash coming towards them, a hesitant Barry on his heels. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. Skyler frowned at his face and turned to look, his expression turning bitchy from how pissed he was getting.

"What in the name of God's green earth could you possibly want now, Meerkat?" Zack huffed. Skyler crossed his arms as he glared at them, and Zack placed a hand on the boy's hip to ground him.

"We want the lip-locks we deserve," Ash answered, Barry nodding after he jabbed him in the ribs for not answering.

"Deserve?" Sky laughed.

"We were interfered with, and we want what we rightfully earned."

Zack sighed. "Listen, it doesn't matter if it was a game or not, the fact is that it's a game of consent. We said no, not verbally but clearly, and we don't owe you anything."

Ash started to turn red. "You can't keep resisting me, Brian! Drakes always get what they want!"

Zack glared, grabbing Skyler's wrist and holding it up, the leather bracelet sliding into view. Ash snarled at the silver "Z" that swung from it.

"Do you see this, Drake?" Zack asked, controlled fury lacing his words. "Mine."

Ash opened his mouth, about to speak when-

"Oh my God," Skyler cut in, shocking Zack with his grammar change. "Why can't you two take a God damn hint? We're not. Interested!"

Just then the music cut off. A moment of silence, and then...

"La la la la la la la,

La la la la la la la."

Recognizing the music, Skyler glanced over his shoulder to see the choir members, some with instruments, some just singing, giving them the thumbs up. Zack grinned as he caught two microphones, handing one to Sky. They turned back to the boys and sang.

"Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like?

I can always see 'em coming, from the left or from the right.

I don't want to be a priss, I'm just try'na be polite.

But it always seems to bite me in the - "

They advanced upon the two, who started to backpedal in surprise. Skyler pressed a finger to Barry's chest, pressing hard with his nail.

"Ask me for my number, yeah, you put me on the spot."

Then Zack put a hand on his hip and raised an eyebrow at Ash.

"You think that we should hook up, but I think that we should not.

You had me at "Hello", then you opened up your mouth.

And that is when it started going south,


The boys turned on their heels and ran around the room, high-fiving the members and acting out the words.

"Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I'll punch you in the lips.

Stop your staring at my - Hey!"

They looked back and turned their asses around, glaring.

"Take a hint, take a hint.

No you can't buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think,

I think you could use a mint.

Take a hint, take a hint.

(La, la, la...)

T-take a hint, take a hint.

(La, la, la...)"

Sky took a seat and leaned back in it, Zack sitting close and leaning the opposite way.

"I guess you still don't get it, so let's take it from the top.

You asked me what my sign is, and I told you it was "Stop".

And if I had a dime for every name that you just dropped.

You'd be here and I'd be on a yacht,


They got up again, prancing and dancing, pushing the boy's back and getting in their faces.

"Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I'll punch you in the lips.

Stop your staring at my - Hey!

Take a hint, take a hint.

No you can't buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think,

I think you could use a mint.

Take a hint, take a hint.

(La, la, la...)

T-take a hint, take a hint.

(La, la, la...)"

The boys were angry, Ash more offended and Barry more humiliated. They were turning to go when Sky and Zack suddenly appeared again, determined to finish all of the song.

"What about "No" don't you get?

So go and tell your friends,

I'm not really interested.

It's about time that you're leavin'.

I'm gonna count to three and,

Open my eyes and,

You'll be gone."

Then Skyler was pushing them both back with a hand, Zack trailing behind and holding up his fingers as he counted.


Get your hands off my...


Or I'll punch you in the...


Stop your staring at my - Hey!"

They both shoved the boy's back, who were starting to look embarrassed.

"Take a hint, take a hint.

I am not your missing link,

Let me tell you what I think,

I think you could use a mint.

Take a hint, take a hint.

Take a hint, take a hint.


Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I'll punch you in the lips.

Stop your staring at my... Hey!

Take a hint, take a hint.

(La, la, la...)

T-take a hint, take a hint.

(La, la, la...)"

The choir members erupted in applause, and Skyler and Zack breathed heavily, exhilarated from the performance and triumphant as the boys quietly left the party. They laughed and hugged each other tightly, Zack lifting Skyler off the ground and swinging him, who gave a surprised squeak and laughed.

The girls awwwwwwwwwed at them, and they continued smiling, lost in each other's eyes.

Together or not, these two belonged to each other, and it's about time other men knew it too.


"Sky, c'mon, we have to play."

"I don't know, Zack," Skyler said hesitantly. "Aren't you drunk enough?"

The badboy shook his head. "I can always strip."

And Skyler stopped protesting, because sue him if he wanted to see the man's chest.

They joined the circle, Brent handing out beers for everyone. Sky smelled his in distaste, and Zack smiled fondly at him.

"I'll start!" Brittany cheered. "Never have I ever... had unprotected sex."

No surprise, Brent and Jenny took a sip, which everyone chuckled at. They waited for anyone else to fess up, moving on to Nancy.

"Never have I ever... played beer pong."

Mike looked at her shocked while everyone else, except Skyler, took a sip. He rolled his eyes at the questioning looks he was given, deciding to go next.

"Never have I ever... had a dog."

Then things started to get interesting.

"Never have I ever... got Slushied with a green one."

"Never have I ever pierced anything."

"Never have I ever... jacked off to images of a woman."

Not surprisingly, the straight males and lesbians took a sip. What was interesting was when Jenny took a tentative sip of her own.

"What?" she murmured defensively. "Am I not allowed to be curious?"

Then, "Never have I ever... watched porn."

"Never have I ever... gone all the way."

A decent amount of people drank, leaving Josey, Lauren, Zack, and Skyler without a drink. They were waiting for the next call when they realized everyone was staring at Sky and Zack.

Zack raised an eyebrow in question. "What?"

Stephanie shook her head. "Porcelain I can believe, but really, Brian? Not even third base?"

Brent nodded. "I'm more or less shocked you two haven't done it yet."

Sky blushed scarlet as Zack shrugged modestly. "I'm waiting for the right time," he admitted.

Skyler smiled softly at him. "... I want it to mean something," he whispered. "I want it to be a way to connect with a person better. I don't want to throw myself around like I don't matter."

The group was silent for a second, taking it in. Until Joey slurred out, "Never have I ever given head."

All females sans Josey took a sip, and to everyone's surprise, so did Brent. Skyler and Zack, however, kept their bottles on the ground.

"Really, Brian?" Stephanie cried. "Have you done anything?"


"Zack, c'mon already," Skyler grunted, trying to get the boy to walk. After the game ended, with several members too drunk to keep drinking and ending up half naked, Zack was utterly wasted. Sky had stopped playing after finishing his first, and only beer, trying to find Zack's shirt and jacket, locating them just in time to stop the boy from stripping his pants.

Skyler was not going to lie, he truly enjoyed what he had seen. Zack was a kick boxer, so it was only natural he had a cut body. But damn, nothing could have prepared Skyler for the sheer perfection that was Zack Brian's chest.

It was sculpted and smooth looking, like he was chiseled from marble. He had a light dusting of curly chest hair, and his six pack looked rock solid. His cut 'V' disappeared in his jeans, and his nipples were perky from the chill. Zack was tanned and toned and just beautiful. Skyler didn't get to see his back, but if he had...

Making him put his shirt back on was probably the hardest thing Skyler ever had to do.

"Babe," Skyler huffed, semi-dragging the stumbling boy through the door. "Will you work with me here?"

His request was in vain, though, as Zack's only functioned enough to know it was by a warm body and it liked its smell; hence, Zack became an octopus and refused to let him go. He was trying valiantly to get Sky to stay still so Zack could cuddle. Skyler smiled fondly, truly unable to actually be mad at the boy.

So he found a way to his bedroom, dropping the boy on the mattress face-down, trying to to laugh when he flailed at the sudden change of position. He brought the boy a glass of water, and shook his shoulder to gain his attention.

"Zack, you gotta drink something," he murmured, smiling at the dazed, horrified look that crossed the Italian's face.

"Noooooo," he moaned pitifully. "No more... more drinky."

Skyler snorted lightly, brushing his fingers through the boy's curls. "Not alcohol, babe, water," he said lightly.

Zack brightened instantly. "I like wuter," he said seriously, nodding to himself. "Wuter is ... wuter's my friend~."

"Your best friend for the time being," Skyler agreed, helping so the poor fool wouldn't dump it on himself (and Sky's sheets, way to expensive for that).

Zack was frowning when he finished, looking deep in thought. "No," he said, sounding more sober. "Sky's my best friend. No bodies can ever be bestest than Skyler can."

Skyler smiled. Even drunk, he was so endearing. The endearing bad-boy; who'd a thunk?

Sky carefully changed into pajamas, handing Zack pair of sweat pants to change into while he did his skin care routine. When he emerged, Blaine was laying on the bed, staring at Sky with a deep, calculating stare, leaving him feeling bare and exposed.

He hesitantly climbed into the bed, where Zack immediately crawled over and snuggled up, tangling their legs and pulling the pale boy into his arms. He buried his head in Sky's neck, breathing in the scent and nuzzling slightly. Skyler shivered at the boy's hot breath ghosting over his skin, raising goosebumps.

"We should totally kiss and stuff," Zack mumbled, beginning to place light, sloppy kisses over Skyler's collar bone. Sky's breath hitched, and he used all his will power to pull the boy's head from his neck. Zack pouted at him, confusion and desire in his glassy eyes.

Sky smiled reassuringly. "Maybe later," he said, placing a light kiss on the tanned boy's temple. "You need to rest now, Z."

Zack smiled dopily, returning his head and sighing happily. "You called me 'Z'," he mumbled, and Sky felt him smile against his skin.

He smiled gently. "Yeah, I guess I did, huh?"

"Like it," Zack mumbled. "Like boxing. ...and food. ...and Katy Perry. ...Skyler, too. ... Yeah, I like Skyler. Like him the ...most. Sky's so pretty..."

Skyler willed his heart beat to slow as the boxer talked himself to sleep. Breathing harshly, Sky placed a kiss on the boy's curly head. Zack responded by fumbling until his body found Skyler's hand, unconsciously lacing their fingers together. Humming softly, he guided their joined hands to rest on Skyler's chest, right where his heart beat was, strong and sure.

"So happy... Skyler's mine...," the boxer mumbled, barely consious. "... Never gonna... let him go... need him... too much..."

And Sky almost cried in frustration. Why can't they just be together?

But for now, being held by the boy he was slowly falling in love with, hearing him mumble his feelings as he fell asleep... that was enough. More than enough for now.

"... ... Sky? ..."

"Yeah, Zack?"

"... Wanna hear you... hear you sing somethin'... Please?"

"Yeah, yeah sure. Of course."

I have died every day, waiting for you.

Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years.

I'll love you for a thousand more.

All along I believed I would find you.

Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years.

I'll love you for a thousand more...
All along I believed I would find you.

Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years.

I'll love you for a thousand more...
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