Highways and Hangovers

A silly original fic by neko

Ugh . . . too much HTML, too little food . . . Reformatting sucks.

This was done for Writer's Club ages ago, and it's an immature style, but it's so cute . . . I love T.O.

Note: neko-chan does not advocate drunken sex with best friends. Just so you know. *stern Terrible Mistress neko taps riding crop*

They had been friends for ages. Almost too long, really. They knew each other well, lived together, worked together, were indeed closer than most married couples could ever hope to be.

And frustratingly not close enough! Jay raged to himself as he read the morning paper, sitting in the passenger seat of the car. We've been living together since university and I still haven't managed to get him in the sack! He tossed the paper into the back seat, irritated, staring instead at the highway. They had left early to avoid the level of Hell that was Toronto at rush hour. It's not like he's not interested, either. I've seen the way he looks at me . . . He has to feel something, at least. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was teasing me on purpose.

"We're here," David spoke up. "Jay, you've been scowling at that window for the past ten minutes. What's up?"

"Hnn? Nothing." Nothing, my ass. I'm such an idiot. Getting hot and bothered staring out a window on the drive to work. How sexy. At least it's Friday . . .

They entered the office building and headed for the elevator, its close quarters working their magic on him again. I'm getting desperate. What I need is a plan . . .

The doors closed, and the day began.


Plotting, plotting, plotting . . . Damn it, where's my pen? It was almost noon, and Jay had wanted to do some 'planning' over lunch . . . but couldn't find anything to write with. He searched again.

"Jay, are you coming?" David's voice drifted in from the hallway.

"Yeah, just a sec . . . AHA!"

As he entered the office, David was treated to a rather interesting sight. Jay was on his hands and knees, upper half under his desk, reaching for something and presenting quite a view.

"Got it!" He backed out and stood up, clutching his elusive pen. "Why are you blushing?" The other man's cheeks flushed further at the question. "Never mind. Let's go!"

They went.


"What do you want to do for dinner?" David asked, momentarily taking his eyes away from the road to look at his companion.

"Well," Jay paused for effect, "I was thinking of something simple. Chicken, maybe." Another pause. "And since it *is* Friday night, I thought we could break out that bottle of Bailey's . . ." He grinned mischievously.

Which David didn't see of course, having returned his attention to the treacherous highway. "Sounds good."

The grin widened.


"Mmm . . . That was good!" a voice called from the kitchen. David came out bearing the liquor and glasses. "Now I know why you do the cooking!"

"Yes, I don't set my clothes on fire! C'mere and pour me a glass." He continued after the other man was sitting across from him on the couch, a drink in his right hand. "I didn't hear a peep from that secretary down the hall, today. She's been after you for weeks. What's up?"

"Nothing. I think she finally gave up." He sounded relieved.

"Ah," was Jay's intelligent reply as he took another sip.

As happens, of course, the more they drank, the stranger their conversation got, until it was safe to say they were both well and truly plastered.

"Hey, David?" D'ya like me?"

"Sure, you're my best friend."

"No, I mean do you, ya know, *like* me?"

"Oh. Well, yeah. Who wouldn't?"

"That's good, 'cause I like you."

Silence for a moment, then:



"Do you want me?" Jay asked as he crawled across the couch, ending up in David's lap.

"I-- I--" He passed out. Jay cursed.

After a moment, it occurred to some part of his brain that sitting here wasn't getting either of them any closer to bed. He hauled the other man up, cursing again, half-carried him down the hall, and dropped his burden in bed. Since they were already pretty much tangled anyway, he fell in as well.

Is this part of the plan? It doesn't matter . . .

He fell asleep.


Jay was floating in that quiet place between sleep and consciousness, feeling warm, safe and surrounded, and thoroughly enjoying it. He snuggled deeper into the arms cradling him, intending to rest a while longer before a startled voice woke him.

"Oh. My. God." Jay raised his head, blinking owlishly at his roommate, watching him sit up quickly and fall back with the pained groan of the hungover. "Ohmygod. What are you doing in my bed?"

I see a plan forming... "You mean you don't remember?" He managed to sound hurt and confused.

"I... er... no-- I mean... I'm sorry..." David truly had no idea what was going on, but had a sinking feeling he wouldn't like whatever it was.

"Does this mean you don't want me?" He was quite proud of the underlying note of hurt in the question.

"Gods, no! I--" David stopped as that barely-hopeful face fell. "That wasn't what I meant. I do want you... I'm just a little surprised."

"Really?" The hope was back as though it had never left. "You mean that?"




"Kiss me?"

And he did.


neko: That's it! Just another piece of flanfiction. The liar and his gullible friend are mine, as is the rest of the story.
Jay: Oi. I belong to myself, and so does David. And I didn't lie.
neko: Oh?
Jay: I said nothing untrue.
neko: I suppose. C&C's are welcome, so please do.

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