Damian glanced up from the mirror, the last strand of straightened hair falling from his fingers. He smiled as Johnny slipped through the door. The shy boy smiled back, brown eyes warm. He held open his arms pulling Damian into a tight hug.

"How are you?"

Damian grinned at him and kissed him on the nose. "Good." He laughed and tumbled down onto his bed suddenly, holding a hand out to Johnny, smile turning mischievous. "Come, snuggle. I’m all touch deprived and stuff."

Johnny smiled and tumbled down next to him, grabbing his hand. "So, who do you like? You wouldn’t tell me last time." He tugged Damian against his shoulder.

Damian hesitated for a moment and then sighed and cuddled closer. "Mr. Taylor."

Johnny froze.

Damian glanced up to see his mouth open and his eyebrows up. A moment later, his face turned from shock to glee. "Ha! It’s about damn time." He smirked and kissed Damian’s forehead. "He’d be good for you. You’ve already stopped sleeping around. As upset as everyone is…"

"Yeah, yeah." Damian stuck his tongue out. "You’ve been bugging the crap out of me for over a year about it." He glanced through his eyelashes coyly. "And yet, you’ve never once let that stop you…"

Johnny smiled slightly. "All we ever did was kiss…"

Damian cuddled closer. "So I take it you won’t let that little fact affect you now…"

Johnny flushed. "I- I guess not." He leaned forward slightly, despite his stuttered word.

Damian laughed and kissed him. "I figure," He kissed Johnny’s nose, "one last fling," he kissed Johnny’s lips, "before I become completely chaste while chasing after Simon will be good for me." He wound an arm around Johnny’s neck and kissed him deeply.

Johnny pulled back breathlessly a few moment’s later. "I- I have to agree."

Damian laughed huskily and leaned in again. "That’s what I thought." He tugged on Johnny’s shirt until the taller boy laid down next to him and pulled him into his arms.

--

Simon sighed as James nudged his side and mock whispered, "So how’s the kid in bed? I bet he’s real good."

Simon grabbed a shot glass off the table and downed it, enjoying the burn down his throat, hoping more alcohol would repress the urge to scream. So far it wasn’t working. If he heard one more person make a crack about him sleeping with Damian… Did everyone think he had no morals? Mr. Vixah had even pulled him aside and asked him flat out. He had been outraged enough at the query that Aden had dropped it almost immediately, but it had still been infuriating.

He stood suddenly and nearly toppled over, grabbing the table at the last moment and managing to stay upright. He held still for a moment while the world steadied and then lurched forward, away from the table and the prying people at it. He ignored the laughs and concerned comments and stumbled towards the stairs.

--

Damian smirked as Johnny’s hands began wandering below his waist. It was more than they usually did already. Johnny was pretty loyal and avoided doing much with anyone he wasn’t dating even when he wasn’t dating anyone.

Slowly, Damian began to undo Johnny’s jeans. He was horny and Johnny was more than willing. He comforted himself with Johnny’s undoubted lack of any disease and his inability to get pregnant. Plus, Simon was busy. It seemed unlikely Simon would check on them- he had interrupted their make out session at one point and checked downstairs to see what the adults were doing. Most had been outside, laughing, talking, drinking. Simon had a drink in his hand and had downed two in the few moments Damian had been looking.

As his fingers gently slid into Johnny’s pants, Johnny started and pulled back, catching the fingers. He blinked for a moment, trying to catch his bearings, before saying breathlessly, "No. You- You’ve…"

The dark brunette growled in frustration and stopped trying to talk. Instead, he wriggled down, dragging himself along Damian’s body, sending sparks of friction arcing between them. He used nimble fingers to unzip and pull down the redhead’s khaki shorts and then opened his mouth.

--

Simon staggered up the stairs, wondering why the world was reeling and whirling. He fell against the wall opposite of Damian’s door and nearly fell, balance returning at the last moment. He stared at the wood door for a moment until some dull voice in the back of his head prompted him to open the door and check up on Damian. Someone was with him, right? "Res- Ressipe for d- dis-AZ-ter," he muttered fuzzily.

He opened the door and stumbled in a few feet, mind not processing what his eyes were seeing. It took several minutes for him to realize what a dark, bobbing head between Damian’s legs meant. Minutes in which neither of the teenagers realized he was there and continued their play, soft moans and gasps the only sound.

Until Simon realized what as happening. His face darkened, his blue eyes dimming to storm clouds. "What the hell is going on here?!"

Damian froze. Johnny’s head shot up, a suction sound resonating through the room. Damian slowly lifted his head as well. His eyes were wide and a touch frightened.

Simon, in his fogged state, glowered at Johnny. "Shut yer mouth and get out." He turned towards Damian, losing interest in Johnny. "And you," he spat, before suddenly losing his wind and sinking against the floor. He laughed, the sound whipping across the room. The boys actually flinched.

Damian tugged on Johnny’s shirt and quickly whispered something. They had a quick, heated debate in whispered tones while Simon muttered, anger and depression warring.

Johnny stood and quickly slipped out of the room, giving Simon wide eyed looks.

After the door clicked shut, Damian closed his pants, the sound of the zipper closing resonating through the room, loud in the silence. He rose and warily approached Simon, as he would a wild animal.

"Simon?"

Simon looked up, still caught between two extreme emotions and his own morals, sobering up quickly. "It was a lie." He laughed again. "I was actually starting to believe you. Why does this always happen with you?"

"I don’t know," Damian said softly. He squatted in front of him and carefully, wary of being hit, brushed Simon’s bangs out of his face. "Your hair’s getting long."

Simon snorted, the sound followed by a hiccup. "You’re one to talk." He grabbed a strand of Damian’s hair and tugged. He pulled too hard and the redhead lost his precarious balance and fell forward, straight into Simon’s chest.

He yelped and quickly began to pull away. Simon caught his wrists without thinking and held him close, catching his eyes and falling, falling into a sea of green. For one long moment, he hung there, caught in Damian’s gaze. Then he blinked and Simon was released. He let go of Damian but neither moved for a long moment. "Why?" Simon asked, alcohol hazed mind not allowing him to be more articulate.

Damian, of course, took the question the wrong way, assuming Simon meant his more recent actions rather than the long week and a half of endless, ‘I love you.’

"Jonny’s a real sweetie, he’s my probably my best friend," Damian babbled, voice higher and more hurried than usual. "You were downstairs, I saw you drinking and, well, he’s a sweetie and I figured chasing after you would ensure at least a couple months of celibacy, probably a helluva lot longer, so I figured one last fling would be fine. Only, I was going to give him a blowjob, it would have been the farthest we’d ever gone, you know, but as soon as I started to get anywhere he stopped me and switched places. I don’t know why," Damian half wailed, before stopping suddenly. He seemed to suddenly realize how panicked he had sounded and took a moment to gather himself.

Simon watched silently, noting even with his hazy mind that the alarm just sort of flowed from Damian’s face, leaving him quiet and looking a little depressed.

After a moment, Damian continued. "Once he started, I couldn’t stop him." He was growing more morose and his voice was lowering with every word until he was speaking in almost a whisper. "That was my first blow job."

Simon stared, the information not processing. He finally snorted and chalked it up to one of Damian’s tricks. Although why he would pretend this, Simon didn’t know. "Sure. You have sex all the time and-"

"Blow other guys all the time. I don’t get head," Damian said. A blush swept over his cheeks. "Can we talk about something else? Or nothing? I could take you to bed…" He flushed. "Not like that."

Simon reached a hand forward and stubbornly pulled a hair. Damian was still close from his earlier tumble. "Are you telling me that you’ve never ever received oral?"

Damian nodded slowly, blush darkening.

"Ever?"

"Never," Damian whispered.

Simon grinned and lunged, shoving Damian underneath him. The move was loose and sloppy, and his hold on Damian was anything but secure, but the young man was too surprised to try and free himself. It was doubtful he would even if he could think with Simon on top of him.

Simon grinned again, expression careless like it never was when he was sober, and happily began to open Damian’s jeans again. "Well, we’ll just have to fix that."

"Wha-Aaah!"

--

Damian arched sharply, throwing his head back and cracking it against the floor. He barely felt the pain, every thought concentrated on his groin.

"Oh gods," he gasped out. A particular skillful swirl of the tongue had him nearly screaming again. "Fuck," he said. "Simon st- oh fuck!- Stop!"

Simon ignored him.

Damian struggled with his own innate care for consequences and his desire to continue. Simon would hate himself for this. He would hate Damian too.

"Stop!" he repeated, trying to infuse his voice with authority. It came out as breathy and sexual as he was at his most seductive. His hips continued to twitch up and his spine and toes curled at odd moments. His body was betraying him. Simon was good at this. He felt like he was on fire, being consumed by pleasure and heat.

He grasped Simon’s hair and yanked up. "Stop," he ordered again. He sounded firmer now. He looked at Simon and nearly lost it. The man’s eyes were hazy and filled with the darkness only sex seemed to bring to any man, and his lips were shiny with saliva and other things and swollen.

"Shit," Damian whispered.

Simon managed to untwist Damian’s hands from his hair and quickly dived down again.

Damian gasped and whimpered before pulling himself back.

Simon looked at him confused, before moving forward on his knees.

Damian shook his head. "Stop," he ordered, but his voice betrayed him again. He pulled himself back again and quickly did up his jeans.

Simon stared at him, his muddled brain finally understanding. "You’re serious?’ he asked dumbly, before realizing what it meant and blushing fiercely. "Never been rejected at that point before." He began to stand, the world spinning again, humiliation a sharp pain.

Damian darted up and caught his arm, holding onto it grimly and supporting most of Simon’s waist. "Not rejecting you," he said firmly. "You were- are- amazing. Trust me, if you still want to do that in the morning, I’ll be more than happy to let you." He shuddered. "More than happy."

Simon didn’t answer. He had passed out.

Damian nearly slapped him, but managed to restrain himself. The man was exceedingly difficult. Damian managed to drag him to his room, the taller man’s legs dragging on the floor. He nearly killed himself and Simon getting him on the bed, but managed.

Damian stared down at the prone form for a moment and then carefully leaned down and kissed Simon’s half parted lips softly before quickly exiting the room.

Aden was leaning against the opposite side of the hallway, arms crossed. "Johnny came down, told me Simon was having a little episode." He frowned. "This seems like a bit more than a little ‘episode.’ This happen often?"

Damian frowned back, eyes narrowing into a glare. "This is the first time I’ve seen him drink. At all."

Aden nodded and seemed to dismiss the problem. He continued to stare at Damian however.

He eventually got antsy and snapped, "What?"

"You look at him how I look at Shane."

Damian tensed. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"I saw that kiss."

Damian flushed, but Aden ignored it.

"You’re in love."

Damian hunched into himself. "So?" he snapped with false bravado.

Aden shook his head. "So, nothing. Obviously tonight we all bugged him a bit too much. He’ll probably never drink again as long as you’re in the house. He’s a good man. I think I can trust you two to have a relationship. As long as everything stays legal until your eighteen."

Damian gave him a startled look. Was he giving permission… He tried to cover up his shock. "Little chance of anything happening at all, much less anything illegal."

Aden just looked at him. "I’m not positive, but I’m fairly sure oral sex counts as sex."

Damian flushed. "You saw-" he cut himself off, not wanting to give anything away.

"Heard mostly. Just you nearly screaming." He smirked. "But you stopped him."

Damian hugged himself tightly. "He would have hated himself in the morning."

Aden nodded. "You did the right thing."

"Yeah, well now I’m hornier than ever," Damian grumbled.

Aden snorted and began to retreat down the stairs. "Yeah, well, I can’t help you with that."

"I wasn’t asking you too!"

Damian followed a few minutes later after taking care of his problem in the bathroom. The party was winding down fast, guests leaving, apparently unaware of anything other than Simon passing out. Apparently there had been bets on when he would going on for the last hour. Jake ended up several hundred dollars richer.

Shane winked at him on the way out, but no one else even seemed to notice him in the shadows by the stairs.

Jake and Johnny were the last to go. Johnny sought him out as Jake cleaned up a little so Simon wouldn’t have such a large mess in the morning.

"Sorry," he said softly.

Damian turned and pulled him into a tight hug. "Absolutely nothing to be sorry for," he said, forcing a silly grin. It turned real when Johnny smiled back.

"Yeah, well, that must have been a bit of disaster.

Damian shivered remembering. "That is yet to be seen."

One of Johnny’s eyebrows popped up. "Really now? Well, I hope it goes well."

Damian giggled and rubbed his nose against Johnny’s. "Me too," he whispered conspiratorially, thinking about exactly how right it could go the next day. "Me too." He kissed Johnny on the cheek and then the lips.

"Well, aren’t you two cute," Jake muttered.

Damian glanced at him and threw his arms around Johnny’s neck and popped a foot, nearly swooning in the brunette’s arms.

It pulled a surprised laugh from both father and son and ended Damian’s day, at least, on a good note.

Whether the next morning would match was another question entirely.