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Another rowdy night- of course, Jack was in Vegas, with Dave, none the less. Jack sat up in the single bed, the only clothing he really had was boxers and the blanket. He rubbed his eyes, and realized a few things.

1, He was hung over, 2, there was a massive puddle of puke in the corner of the room from drinking too much, 3, he had smoked like 4 cigarettes last night- and they were in an ash tray next to the bed, and finally, 5, he was likely cuddling with Dave last night.

No homo, right?

He checked, nope. Full homo, no socks on.

damnit.

Jack was embarrassed, rubbing his face with his hands, before looking at Dave- who was still asleep.

Sometimes you're a stranger in my bed.. Don't know if you love me, or you want me dead.

Was all he could think.

"...How am I gonna explain this to Peter..."

Yikes, right, his older brother didn't approve of Dave, now did he?