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Calvin Klein and Cigarettes

"Don't worry, I think you are hard core still." He said that as if his mother had said it. He grinned wide when Oscar pinched his cheeks. Typically he hated his cheeks pinched, by anyone other than Oscar. Keegan did it often, but it usually followed by a rough kiss or something else rough that he didn't want. Craig didn't try to be cute, but Oscar always did it when cutely complimenting him, or jokingly too. The cooing made him coo back, like a little kid. A little kid who could take shots that made him cough.


The underwear change got the reaction he had been hoping for and he chuckled. Even Craig would feel awkward in this situation but right now he was enjoying the attention. Unlike what Oscar thought, Craig didn't think about guys jerking off to his picture. Even though he knew that was a high possibility, he pushed that into the back of his mind because he couldn't model with that thought in his mind. That's not why he wanted to model. That's what porn was for and he wasn't in the porn business, or so he thought. If one day he could be featured in fashion magazines featuring women and men, maybe just by Calvin Klein, that was his dream. Craig knew why the boy was squirming away and thought about teasing him even more, about pushing him limit a little bit, but honestly, he knew that would cross the line. Besides, his body felt tired and his limbs were limp. Any sort of contact would be lazy and shitty.


Craig probably would have been genuinely surprised if he heard what Oscar said while sober. But while high and drunk, he just giggled and it encouraged him to try harder. "But I haven't finished my evil plans." Like a cat he stuck his butt up in the air and wiggled it around. "You could get this butt at home. Squats. Useful for many things." He walked two fingers up his friends chest and giggled a bit. That giggling turned into a huge yawn and he sat up for a moment so his roommate could get comfortable. "Yeah yeah, manly straight way. Me too. Manly straight. Bros. No homo." He took a toke of the joint and then handed it back. Tonight, he was going to get cold. The alcohol and the food warmed him right now, but when it wore off, he would be freezing. So he grabbed the thin blanket off the back of the couch and pulled it over them and he laid down. Probably wasn't the best position to fall asleep in, but was the most comfortable. Craig had squirmed his way between Oscar's legs and rested on his chest. Both of their morning problems would wake each other up unfortunately.


"You know, I won't tell anyone if you are bi. I don't mind experimenting." Now that was something he hadn't said for a while. During their first year of living in the apartment, first year out of high school, Craig had gone a little overboard with trying to find someone to date and would say that exact thing to straight guys when he was drunk. It left Oscar to clean up a lot of tears when it was either terrible and slightly painful for Craig, or when the guy just up and left. It was worse when he found out a few of them had girlfriends at the time. "Let's take another picture~ Your phone." He picked up Oscar's phone and turned the camera on. Leaning in, he gave Oscar a soft, drunken kiss on the lips and snapped the photo. Without that last shot, maybe he would have been able to stay awake to actually turn his roommate on.


But luckily, he passed out, one hand on Oscar's chest and the other tucked under his body. Cleaning up this apartment tomorrow was going to be a blast.


Craig awoke the next morning, not because he wanted to wake up, but because his head was pounding. Not once had they been drinking water last night. His arms felt weak and he couldn't even push himself up. Slowly his fingers flexed and he felt the body under him. "Keegan?!" He yelped, sitting up a bit. After rubbing at his eyes he was able to focus and saw his roommate. His lower back didn't ache, he was still wearing boxers. They didn't do anything. Thank god. But to be honest, he'd rather have drunk play time with his roommate than Keegan. He got up and put the blanket back over Oscar. Time to assess the damage. The coffee table was a bit sticky from the alcohol and various Chinese sauces. There were cans on the floor as well as paper goods.


He picked up the larger bottles and went around the couch. He stepped on a pad of paper and nearly dropped the bottles. "Oscar needed to do that right?" He said to himself. Craig brought the bottles to the kitchen and went to pick it up. He put it on the counter and poured a glass of water for his roommate. From the bathroom he grabbed head ache medicine, then came back. "Oscar... Oscar get up. I know it's still early, but that paper..." He shook Oscar's shoulder, gently at first, but then he nearly pushed him off the couch. In the living room he opened the windows and let the bright sunshine in. He groaned as it hit his eyes and he squirmed away. Time to get actual clothes on...


Craig disappeared into his bedroom to get clothes on, then he went to the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast. Maybe that would wake Oscar. Craig's eyes were barely open, but he truly loved cooking for his roommate. Even if it was a simple egg on toast with bacon. From last night, there were vague things he remembered, such as playing with his roommates stomach, and sharing that last shot with him, but most of their conversations alluded him, and especially that new picture on Oscar's phone which was lost in the cushions of the couch.
 
"Craig, you piece of shit," Oscar said through a yawn, devoid of malice and vaguely managing a sleepy sort of smirk, "did you just use your shitty drunkenly-trying-to-pick-up-straight-guys-from-the-street pick up line on me? Because I thought I should at least warrant some originality, given how much of you and your butt-wiggling I've put up with." He was too far gone now to focus on much or worry, so he didn't really think much of how kissing Craig felt kind of nice, kissing him back as the camera snapped a pic, leaning into Craig's head when it was over and exhaling slowly, realising in some distant part of his mind that the next morning was going to be hell since they hadn't had the intuition to drink some bloody water.


Just as he was about to lug his heavy arse over to the sink to pour them both a glass, he realised that Craig had bloody passed out on him, essentially pinning him to the sofa. He couldn't bring himself to mind too much though, even if his legs were going kind of numb and Craig's hair kept tickling his nose. Don't do it, he warned himself half-heartedly, you'll never be able to claim you're completely straight if you do this. Completely ignoring his own warnings, he ended up leaning into Craig's stupid fucking fashionably unruly hair and inhaled, feeling all warm and bloody fuzzy and so queer in that moment. I'm actually smelling my roommates hair. God. I've turned into one of those kinds of people.


His mental rant continued on until he drifted off to sleep, tucking an arm around Craig to try and balance his weight and keep the warmth in.


He next became aware of the world around him when some bastard nearly pushed him off the sofa, and as he rolled to try and shove them away and leave him to just die there like he deserved, he ended up falling off of the sofa, clipping his head on the coffee table before becoming wedged in the gap between it, the sofa, and the floor. There weren't enough swear words in the world to cover how he felt in that moment. "Just let me die, Craig," he mumbled, able to hear his room mate's voice off in the distance somewhere, probably worrying. Craig was always such a bloody worry wart in the mornings, all sweet and doting and bloody caring. Was he even human?


With little choice other than to remain in the wedge, Oscar rubbed his face slowly with his hands, smearing his eyeliner which he'd forgotten to taken off all over his face so he looked like The Winter fucking Soldier or something equally horrifying, and tried to remember what had happened. He smelt faintly of weed and a lot like Chinese and alcohol, and he both never wanted to eat again and was hungry, because he was always hungry when he woke up. Through the haze of exhaustion and the hangover, he also felt unhelpfully horny. Maybe he and Craig had ended up watching porn?


He couldn't remember much aside from the infinite number of sharks, Craig and his bloody ass and his bloody ass wiggling, and, dear god, cuddling. Why had this happened to him? He knew Craig got clingy when he was drunk, but normally Oscar just told him to grab a pillow and lament into that instead of cuddling up with him under a blanket. The underwear; he blamed the underwear.


God. He sounded in denial even to himself.


Before he could have a gay panic, however, something else caught his attention. Something truly wonderful. "Oh my god," he croaked, almost feeling like crying he was so happy. Prying himself from where he'd gotten stuck, Oscar crawled up the back of the sofa, rolled off of it onto the floor, too hungover to even feel any physical pain by now, and then staggered over to the cooker, leaning over Craig's shoulder. "Craig. Craig, you beautiful, perfect, majestic human being, is that bacon I see before me?" Pretending to wipe away a tear, he eagerly got two plates out of the cupboards and then stood behind Craig, slumping against him so he was resting his head between his shoulder blades, his head possibly about to kill him. "You are the perfect wife Craig. Whoever ties you down is literally the luckiest person in the world. I am sorely tempted to marry you right here and now. I mean, it may compromise the sanctity of marriage if I'm doing it just for bacon in the mornings, but Las Vegas did that long ago so fuck it."


Though everything hurt, the promise of bacon made things considerably better, so Oscar tried to pull himself together. He downed the water Craig had drawn, and then stumbled about the living room. He fished out a pair of skinny jeans from the finished laundry, stripped off his old ones, changed his underwear, and staggered around the room trying to get into them, pretty sure that after last night, and now coupled with bacon, this was going to prove impossible. In the end he managed it though, and he even found his nearly-finished essay, which had multiple grease and booze stains on it, but it was still legible, so fuck it. He could just say he was trying to make it worthy of the Beat Generation.


"Are we still going to the gym, because even though I think I ate my body weight in shitty food last night, I think I might die if I move?" Oscar complained as he returned to Craig, leaning against a counter beside the oven as he read over his stupid essay. By now, he was an expert on how to wing essays, and was happy enough with the results, fishing a pen out of a drawer to try and finish it off, hungover and dead tired.
 
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"I'm pretty sure your parents would kill me if you died. Drama queen." It was early, so he didn't blame the poor boy. Craig didn't want to be awake. He wanted to crawl into his bed and sleep. Maybe after he slept he'd be able to remember a thing or two because right now he barely remembered their night. A few things started to come back to him, such as smoking weed, though that was triggered by the smell in the living room and the ashtray which he would have to empty. He had woken up feeling a little deprived. Maybe they watched porn. If he felt deprived it was probably straight porn with some guy that wasn't good looking. Yeah, that had to be it. They must have watched porn. Well next time he would demand gay porn. Oscar could have a good laugh watching it.


Craig could see the pathetic lump rolling over the couch in the reflection of the window in the kitchen. "You are such a suck up." He said with a chuckle. He grimaced though as his heart started to pound again and he took a long gulp of his water. "Yes it's bacon~" He smiled, a very content and sweet smile as he felt his friends forehead on his back. Despite the pain in his head and the aching of his sore body, this kind of morning he could get used to. Someone coming in and thanking him for breakfast, giving him a kiss on the back of his neck (not that Oscar did, but laying his forehead there was close enough and cute to boot). "Well I'd marry you right back because-" He purposely paused and looked like he was pondering. "Because..." He made thinking noises of hmmm and uhhh... "Well your personality is- no no... your body is ah... well, not... terrible?" Craig chuckled a bit and turned the stove off when their breakfast was done. "Go set the counter..." He said as he turned around to face Oscar.


The model nearly jumped back in shock, actually being scared for a moment. "Dear god, you look... fuck you scared me. Are you even alive?" Teasingly he poked at his roommate. "You know, leaving make up on isn't good for your skin." He licked his thumb and ran it under Oscar's eye. The amount of eye liner that came off wasn't much. Looks like his roommate used the good stuff. Sometimes some of the other models wore eyeliner to make their eyes seem more intense, but Craig didn't use any. He really liked the look on Oscar when he bothered to look nice. Skinny jeans, some black band shirt, all his cuffs and piercings. Unfortunately Craig was too scared to get any piercings even though they looked so good, in his opinion. Maybe he was into the edgy look, although he had never brought home someone like that before. What punk would want a preppy pretty boy like him?


Craig drained the oil into a jar and then set the plates with eggs, toast and bacon. He even set small bowls with grapes he had bought the other day. Needed something sort of healthy. They would be needing a lot of water so he filled bother their cups and set two cups of coffee on the counter. "Are... you sure you don't want to type that?" He said as he looked at the pad of paper. Craig was surprised that Oscar had decent handwriting, but the paper was a mess. A typically college student. "The gym? Uhgg shut up shut up. Maybe in the afternoon? I can hardly think straight. I'd die if I got on a treadmill." The image of him actually falling flat on his face wasn't so farfetched.


He sat down at the kitchen counter and decided to drink his coffee black for a change. The sweetener would probably make him sick. "You were sooo comfortable you know." Craig teased him since this was the first time he hadn't been banished to cuddle the pillow. "We should watch movies more often." He knew better than to poke his roommates belly when he was eating, though he really wanted to now that he had slept on it and realized how soft it was. "Let's watch porn next time." His eyebrow raised and he grinned in a cheeky way, implying what kind of porn it would be.


Craig took out his phone and looked out the pictures they took last night. Silly ones, cuddling ones, and so many pictures of the food and drinks he made. "Oh goodness... we shouldn't be allowed to use our phones when we drink." He slipped his phone back into his pocket and poked at his food again. There was no way he could finish it. Hangovers made him sleepy, not hungry. Besides, he was still food from the ungodly amount of food he ate last night. "Here, all yours." He pushed his plate towards Oscar and put his cheek on the cool counter. Today was going to be a slow day. Normally he was so happy and peppy in the morning, but he barely wanted to move.


"Uhg, we definitely drank too much last night. Shark...tornado. And... porn. Was it your bright idea to watch porn?" He asked, laughing rather dryly. It wouldn't be their first time they watched porn together. Was that a normal thing guys did? Maybe straight guys, when it was straight porn. "Next time I pick the porn. Uhg. I'm actually debating giving Keegan a booty call here..." He didn't want to deal with Keegan right now though. He had enough things to replace Keegan with. Partially why he didn't like his roommate coming into his room.


"I'm going to take a hot shower... I should go sleep after this. Maybe I'll just relax a bit... or clean." Now he just had to get up. Anytime now. Almost, nope. He couldn't. "Uhg carry me to the bathroom. I made you bacon, you owe me. And don't just throw me in there. It's practice for when you get a girlfriend. If. If you get a girlfriend." Craig let out a huge yawn and scratched his head. He really wasn't dirty, though the smell of alcohol clung to him and he didn't like that.
 
"So cruel so early in the morning," Oscar said with a wry smile as Craig struggled to choose why he was going to marry him, milking it a little bit, but Oscar didn't really care; the man had made bacon: the man was God. "You like it? I'm trying out a new 'goth with no hand-eye co-ordination' look," he teased, wincing a little when Craig put a wet thumb to his face and tried to paw the abandoned make-up off. "Quit mothering me man, it's too early in the morning for this kind of kindness. And typing will just break my record streak of handing in increasingly abused pieces of paper. I think this one has done an excellent job of completing the trend."


Slumping down on the kitchen counter, grabbing the sugar and just loading it into his coffee in a pathetic attempt to wake up, Oscar tried not to pass out again since he had class pretty soon, and so settled for shovelling bacon into his mouth, groaning quietly at its perfect perfection, mumbling a mix of confessions of love for Craig and the bacon. "Mmm, well, thanks to your bloody amazing cooking I probably come with extra padding," Oscar muttered with what part of a smirk he could manage with a hangover. He took some of the grapes in a token effort not to die at thirty and leave Craig with no one to cook bacon for. At least his comments confirmed that the reason Oscar was feeling so hormonal was because of porn, not because his mental images had made cuddling Craig in some way sexual to him.


Finishing off the egg, Oscar leaned over and inspected the display of pictures. He reached for his own phone, but found it absent from his pockets. Dammit, he'd better have taken up his plan of epic revenge to snap a few embarrassing photos of his own; Craig had gotten some good material that night, especially if he really was showing this crap to his stuck up model friends. The food looked pretty amazing though. Dammit, now he wanted Chinese again. "Was... Chinese-Pizza a thing? Because if so that, that is what we need to do next, coupled with you choosing porn. Just make sure it's some of the really cheesy, unrealistic crap, because that shit is nearly as golden as bloody sharknado," Oscar rambled to himself, his voice sounded like someone had cheese-grater-ed his voice box.


"See, this is what I meant by the extra padding comment," Oscar said, though he had no complaints as he pulled Craig's remains over to himself and cheerfully finished them off, since to do otherwise would involve both saying no to bacon and no to Craig's cooking, two things he could never do. The bonus bacon was a pretty good mood pick me up, though Oscar's attempt at looking chipper that early in the morning was cruelly bludgeoned to death by Craig's Keegan comment. "Oh god, please don't booty call that asshole. He's hell on a good day, don't inflict him on me when I'm hungover, have some mercy." Maybe spending the night cuddling up with Craig had made him more possessive, since though Craig was bloody heavy and yet still bloody boney, he'd felt small tucked up on top of him. Keegan wasn't allowed to fuck with his cuddle buddy. Oscar didn't want Craig hauled up in his room crying like when one of his boyfriends broke his heart, or having to deal with Keegan being a possessive asshole. Not that Oscar could really talk given his train of thought. Argh, he cursed mentally, rubbing his forehead and temples, I'm such a terrible person.


"Mmm, I want a hot shower and sleep. Unfortunately, if I don't want to get kicked out of my shitty college, I've got to show up at least once or twice so they know I haven't died or anything," Oscar whined in jealousy, before raising an eyebrow at Craig. "What am I, a bloody taxi service?" But they both probably knew he wouldn't miss out on an opportunity like this, hungover or not. Slipping off his stool, he wandered innocently over to Craig, motioning to pick him up nice and lady like in a bridal cradle before he seized him by the waist and slung him over his shoulder. He was pretty darn heavy that way, but fortunately Oscar's perhaps unearned strength meant he didn't collapse in a heap with Craig on top of him.


"Delivery for the bathroom," Oscar said, kicking open the bathroom door and walking in with Craig, feeling pretty proud of himself for managing the journey. Yeah, who the fuck needed gyms? He proceeded so use his foot to pry open the shower door, then he dumped Craig on the floor of the shower base, yanking off his T-shirt afterwards. "I'm pretty sure any girlfriend would break up with me after I did this, but given my 'not terrible' body, I'm hoping you won't decide to up and leave. So, without further ado," Oscar said with a devious grin, made worse by his horror-movie smudged makeup. Hoping Craig wasn't too dead set on wearing those pants that day, he turned the shower on, evil laughing like an old horror movie scientist as Craig got drenched.


Shutting the shower door on his bestie, both so he could shower in private and so that he didn't leap out and kill him, Oscar moved over to the mirror and used it and the various bits and bobs littering the sink to wipe off his old make-up and apply fresh stuff, his skin feeling like crap, but fuck it, he wasn't a model like Craig, he didn't need his pretty face. "I've got to go to class, hot stuff," Oscar said, raising his voice loud enough to be heard over the water. "Text me if you still want to subject yourself to seeing me on exercise equipment afterwards. And sleep well, you jammy bastard."


Grabbing his notepad, and wasting five minutes looking for his bloody phone, which had mysteriously vanished and he was too hungover to find it, Oscar made a token effort to contribute to clearing up before dashing out. His college wasn't all that far away, so he cycled over, meaning he showed up only five minutes late, a pretty good effort on his behalf. Lit class was a pretty easy one, and was definite sleep-through material once he'd handed in his battered, scummy essay. He chose to ignore the look of disgusted disdain that his professor gave him as he handed over the booze-stained sheets, smiling sweetly back before going to take a seat next to Bethany, the stoner goth girl.


"You look like hell," she said in greeting as he collapsed into the seat next to him.


"Yeah, well- fuck it, I'm too hungover to banter with you today Beth, sorry," Oscar mumbled, rubbing his face before looking over at her. "Shit, what happened?"


"My bastard of a boyfriend," Beth said coldly, touching a finger to the purple bruise that decorated her left eye. "Or ex-boyfriend, I guess. Don't worry, I knifed him in the leg so I think I won overall. He started crying. It was great."


"You know I never know if you're brilliant or psychotic," Oscar replied as the teacher started talking, banging on and on about some dead guy or another, sharing his great, mystical insights into literature with the class. He went to pull out his phone and send Craig some hilariously witty text asking him if he thought he could be a model in order to get out of having to go to college, but then he realised his phone was absent. That also meant no incriminating photos to show Beth. Damn. And now Craig's texts about the gym would go unseen. Did that mean Oscar just had to turn up anyway and hang around hoping Craig would show, or should he go back to the apartment after class to try and find him? That seemed like the logical idea. Craig would probably still be asleep anyway, considering how he was such a lightweight. Oscar just prayed he hadn't invited bloody Keegan over. That was not something he wished to walk in on.
 
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"I'll find one as cheesy as the pizza we make." Craig said with a laugh. There was some pretty bad shit out there, so he'd see what he could find. Though Oscar could find something even worse probably. "What should I make tonight? I have chicken... maybe I'll just slow roast some chicken... throw some pasta shells in it, sauce. Yeah. I'll do that. Easy." But he'd do it after his shower and nap. After their terrible meal last night, he'd have to make something healthier for the next few days. Craig sort of grunted in response when Oscar told him not to give Keegan a call. He could be over and gone before Oscar even got home, but he decided not to argue.


"I haaate you. Who picks up their girlfriend like this?" He groaned, too tired to bang on his shitty roommate's back. They both smelled awful, but now it was masked in the smell of bacon. Actually, that made it worse. "Did what... what are you doing? You are a good boyfriend for bringin--- I fucking hate you!" He scratched around the shower stall like a trapped and banged on the door while screaming when his bastard of a roommate shut it on him. The water was freezing, but unfortunately there was no where to hide from the spray and he had to move under it to shut the water off. After a few moments it turned warm and then hot so his screaming stopped. He took off his soaked pants and tossed them over the top of the door. Since he couldn't see over the door, he threw his red undies blindly, but was satisfied when he heard the wet slap when it landed. "You'd better sleep with one eye open you dirt bag." But, as always, his tone was playful.


"Oscar! Your gayness is showing! Better scrub that off before you go to class. It must have rubbed onto you while you were clinging to me so tight last night." He lifted his arm so it could be seen over the top of the door and he flipped his roommate off. Craig finished showering and headed to his bedroom after just towel drying. He flopped onto his soft, freshly made bed and crawled under covers. The dresser was too far away so no clothes for today. He wiggled the towel off and tossed it closer to his hamper, but he never had a good shot. It felt nice to cuddle up to his pillow, but he remembered how nice it had been too cuddle up against his roommate. He felt like he was back in Freshman year, when he had a crush on his roommate. It was terrible of him, but Oscar was the only one he looked at for personality over looks. For now he decided to brush it off as they hadn't seen each other in a while and they had a fun night. The only person he could be himself around was Oscar.


He had really considered inviting Keegan over but then just shoved his phone under his pillow. Craig slept a solid three hours before finally dragging his ass out of bed. He dressed in casual comfortable jeans and a t-shirt and went outside to assess their damage. He wrapped up and left overs that they could still maybe eat, then tossed everything else away. The windows were open but the place still smelled like Chinese food and weed. From his room he grabbed his small stand up fan and turned that on. He wiped down the coffee table and swept the floor. Normally he would sing while doing chores but his voice hurt. While he slept his phone had buzzed a few times, but he was lazy when answering it sometimes. He brought out the vacuum and cleaned the carpet, then the cushions on the couch. He folded the blanket and put it back over the top.


There was a knock on the door which he barely heard over the vacuum. Did Oscar forget his key again? Craig opened the door and instead of feeling happy about who he saw, he felt his stomach tie in an awkward knot.


"Oh. Hey Keegan..."


"Hey I called you, why didn't you pickup?" The man said as he entered without Craig's permission. Not that Craig would say he couldn't come in. "Woah, this place is spotless... You cleaned?"


"Yep."


"What a good little housewife. I should have you live with me so my room is always clean."


Craig followed behind him and shut his mouth. No, this is my house so I clean it. Only Oscar can call me a housewife. When Keegan said it, he didn't like the sarcastic joke nor did he sense any appreciation. Whenever Oscar called him one, it was doubled with loads of compliments and he knew the boy was joking.


Keegan sat on the couch and ushered Craig on over. "I'm kind of busy today, Keegan. I am going to the gym with Oscar."


"With Oscar, with Oscar. Like a broken record. Come on, we haven't had any time to ourselves lately."


"That's because we aren't dating."


Keegan yanked Craig down by his arm but Craig pulled out of his grip this time. "You're telling me I had to stare at your ass all yesterday, and I still get nothing?" Keegan got up and glared at Craig. That was the moment he needed to get his cellphone and call Oscar to tell him to come home.


"That was for the shoot!" Craig was slowly walking backwards towards the hallway. Once again Keegan grabbed Craig's upper arm and brought him close for a kiss.


"Come on, just a little something. You loved it last time."


Craig did his best to wiggle out his grip and went towards his room. Keegan of course followed. From under his pillow he grabbed his phone and his fingers typed like the wind.


Plz come home


In his usual haste, he pressed send twice and doubled the message. Keegan is here. He said in another. Then he called him, figuring that was the best to get him to at least look at the messages if he couldn't talk.


The two both looked in the direction of the living room when he heard Oscar's stupid ring tone. You idiot...


"Calling Oscar? He is weak, a lazy ass, does nothing, a goth..." He went on and on as he came into the room and closed the door. "You and me fit together perfectly. Even you admire those photos."


"At least his personality doesn't suck like yours does." Craig said, growling his first mean thing since they met. "At least he isn't some desperate guy that can't get over me!"


That was the wrong thing to say, because Keegan shoved him back on the bed and covered his mouth to shut him up.


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Keegan left only an hour later after he was done. Craig was all wrapped up in his blankets now. Tears and all. His cellphone was on the floor and he thought about picking it up to call someone, but anyone in the modeling business would just get jealous he slept with the Keegan. It pissed him off that the only person he could call didn't even bring his god damned phone with him. No work out for today, his body was already sore after Keegan's work out.
 
After napping his way through classes, and with an invite from Beth to bring his 'hot room mate' to go out drinking that evening to celebrate her new single status, Oscar grabbed his bike and headed back to the apartment, praying that Craig hadn't already buggered off to the gym, completely ignorant as to what had happened in his absence. Fumbling with his keys, he found half way through that the door was already unlocked. That was pretty unusual; normally Craig at least was careful about that sort of thing. Still, the guy was hungover, so Oscar could understand.


"Honey, I'm home," he yelled as he shuffled in through the door, slinging his rucksack off and chucking it in a corner before going to go and flump down on the sofa. Most of his hangover had been napped away, but he grabbed a glass of water anyway because his mouth still tasted like Chinese and weed, not to mention how he smelt. He knew that realistically, he really ought to go and take a shower, but he needed to check for Craig first. The jammy bastard had already cleaned up, being the miracle worker that he was, and knowing him he was probably either already perfecting his perfect body, or spending time in his room with the objects that he didn't think Oscar knew about. Of course Oscar knew about them; they were bloody loud for starters.


"Craig?" Oscar said again, rolling over before sitting up and glancing around. Something about the apartment smelt weird; amongst the now draining stink of weed and junk food, there was something sharp and chemical. It smelt like cologne. Not because he was a stalker or anything, but because often when he was half-asleep in the mornings he had used it himself by accident, Oscar knew that Craig's was nothing like the smell, a lot softer and less... putrid. Scrunching his nose up, Oscar tried to identify it, inhaling sharply. Maybe Craig had gotten a new one?


Or had a guy over, Oscar's mind supplied for him. Dammit, he hadn't been gone that long. Only bloody Craig could find a guy that quickly. "Craig?" Oscar said again, knocking on his door gently so he didn't have to walk in on the act before opening the door, sticking his head round. On the plus side, Craig seemed to be alone, curled up in a blanket fort, which seemed a sensible form of protection against hangover-provoking sunlight. "Hey," Oscar said with a relieved grin, shutting the door behind him before crossing over to the bed and crawling onto it, going to investigate the blanket-lump.


As he got close, however, he could hear sniffling. Not just I'm-hungover-dear-god-someone-kill-me sniffling, proper I've-just-been-crying-my-eyes-out sniffling. "Hey, buddy, what's wrong?" Oscar said, the smile fading into a frown now as he gently tugged the blankets away from Craig's face. Jesus, his eyes were all red and his cheeks tear stained, and to say he looked miserable would be an underestimation, even from the man often mistaken for an emo. "Geez Craig, are you alright? What the hell happened?" Oscar asked, not joking around now as he looked down, spotting that Craig was shirtless and-


Then things clicked. He recognised the cologne. At first he didn't believe it; he didn't want to believe it. Sure, he hated Keegan and thought he was a sleezy, scummy bastard, but he'd never thought he was that kind of guy. "Oh fuck," Oscar whispered. I left my phone behind. What if he tried to fucking call me? Oh jesus fucking fuck fuckity christ fuck. "Craig. Shit." He didn't know if he wanted to hug Craig, or go and punch something, preferably the rapist asshole who'd dared- he couldn't even imagine it without the red fog setting in.


"I'm going to fucking kill that bastard," he said quietly, imagining it in detail, trying out different methods of murder in his head. Keegan was gone by now though, and the act had been done. He could deal with the deadman later; for now Craig was still crying and oh god, Craig. "Craig- Craig, I'm so fucking sorry, I should have been here or done something. Is- is there anything I can do now?" He asked, desperate to do something, feeling totally useless and trashy for not having done something already.
 
Craig hadn't been hit, nor was he scraped or bruised. Keegan was nice in that sense at least, but he hated to think he just laid there and took it. All he could do was cuddle in his blanket fort, not wanting to deal with anything else. The room wasn't torn apart but his clothes were on the floor, on his side which faced away from the door. The blankets were all untucked and currently wrapped around Craig. One of the pillows was on the floor and the room smelled pretty heavy. The windows were shut and the blinds closed, but the room was still pretty bright.


He didn't reply when he heard Oscar's voice but he was a little bit relieved. At least Keegan hadn't come back. He snuggled further under his blankets, hiding from the world. He pulled the blanket over himself when Oscar came in. Earlier he had been balling his eyes out and of course the whole ordeal he had been crying, but it had long since calmed down. Though hearing Oscar's voice made him cry again. He sniffled, trying to hide it, trying to hide away. Craig wasn't a weak guy. He didn't think he was a pushover nor did he think he was easily manipulated. Sure he was a nice guy, but most of the time when he was wronged he would avoid that person like the plague. Keegan was the one exception since he always worked with him and Keegan always tried to weasel into his life.


"I'm fine..." A little sore. "Keegan came over... I didn't invite him." That was the real kicker. Keegan had just barged over. Craig hadn't called him or asked him. Despite all of Keegan's words that he had asked for it, he knew he hadn't. It was hard for his words not to penetrate though and he felt like a terrible person for having done such photos in the past. Those photos, especially the solos, had boosted his confidence, made him feel sexy, handsome, which wasn't wrong for someone to feel. But now he felt all of that was wrong.


It didn't take long for Oscar to put two and two together. He felt a little self conscious for still being without clothes. Craig quickly grabbed Oscar's sleeve, as if to stop him from leaving on a murderous rampage, but Oscar wasn't going anywhere. Craig wanted to pull his friend into the blanket fort, but Oscar was on top of the blankets while he was tucked under them. He wrapped both his arms around Oscar's arm and he held on tight, for dear life. Hell, he didn't care if Oscar was gay, he wanted to cuddle up and feel safe for once. He wanted the safety and contentment he felt last night while sleeping on top of his friend.


Craig didn't say anything, but he put his nose against Oscar's sleeve and just curled up there. Oscar's awful, chinese food and weed smell was still better than that shitty cologne that Keegan wore. Just because he got the shit free for modeling didn't mean he had to bathe in it. He didn't want to smell that cologne, he wanted to smell something familiar, which was Oscar's less than appealing scent. To him, it was home.


"I keep bringing home scum bags. I'm sorry... I... know you aren't too fond of him, but he came over anyways." Craig had no idea what to say or what he was babbling on about. It was natural for him to ramble on about how he could only bring home scum bags. That all the models he worked with were either air heads who only cared about looks, or bastards like Keegan. "I think one day I'll find a nice guy though." He said honestly, through ugly sniffles and choked breaths. Craig even smiled a bit. He felt comforted that Oscar was back. If Keegan tried to come back, Oscar would help at least to give him the confidence to shoo Keegan off.


"He left... maybe a half hour ago." Which was probably why the room smelled rather ripe still. He let go of Oscar's shirt and rolled over to peer off the edge of the bed. His clothes were there, so he grabbed his boxers and shirt and pulled them on while still under the covers. Oscar knew Craig was never self conscious about himself, but he was now. Once he was decent he tried standing up. He quickly covered his mouth and rubbed his lower back. He needed a shower, now. Craig opened one of the windows first and let in the warm breeze. His whole face was flush in embarrassment. His eyes were red, hair was messy and he was walking very stiff. At least only Oscar could see him in this less than beautiful state.


From outside, he heard a door open, then shut and he froze, staring in horror at the bedroom door. But the door that had opened was their neighbors front door, not their own and when Craig realized that he let out a sigh of relief. "Can... you cook with me tonight...?" Craig asked, since Oscar had offered to help in some way. There wasn't much he could do. He didn't like to sit around and cry like he was just doing. Sometimes he pushed away bad things, like everyone else did. Craig didn't care what they did, as long as he wasn't alone while doing it. "I... want to shower. You aren't going anywhere... right?" He couldn't remember if their bathroom had a lock on it since they never locked it anyways.
 
"Jesus fuck, I knew that asshole was creepy," Oscar hissed to himself more than to Craig, wishing he'd listened to his gut before he'd let Craig get hurt. No matter how pissed off he was at Keegan and himself, however, he was more worried about Craig and if he really was 'fine' as he had said. When his best friend started clinging onto his arm, squeezing it tightly, Oscar took that as indication that physical contact wasn't going to act as a trigger or anything and thus put an arm around him as best as he could given the blankets, hugging him close and with his other hand stroking his hair gently in what he hoped was a reassuring fashion, tucking his chin over Craig's head. "You can cry if you want to," Oscar said quietly, trying to keep up a decent bedside manner whilst in his head, Keegan was slowly being falcon-punched to death. How dare that piece of shit so much as look at Craig without consent.


He was happy to sit there until Craig was ready to move, at least this way feeling like maybe he was doing something, hoping that it somehow helped Craig. "Craig, Craig, none of this was your fault, 'kay?" Oscar said quickly when Craig started apologising. One of the goth girls back in high school had been through a similar incident, and every time she broke down crying she said it was her fault, and believed it when the guy's friends told her she'd been asking for it. Oscar couldn't watch Craig feel that way too, especially not if Keegan had made him. "Keegan was way out of line; hell, what he did is fucking illegal, Craig. You don't need to say sorry to me or anyone, okay? Christ, I'm so sorry I wasn't here to stop him." Oscar hugged him tighter, wishing that hugs alone could fix it, though he knew things were a bit more complex than that.


"You'll find the nicest guy. Anyone else, I won't let them have you," Oscar mumbled, half smiling when Craig did, though he was still scared and angry on Craig's behalf. "And he'll be the kind of asshole who won't forget their bloody phone when you need them. Hell, they'll even cook for you in the mornings. Don't let Keegan or any of those other airheads tell you any different." Oscar was torn between the urge to go pulverise Keegan into resembling one of the protein shakes the bastard probably drank, or venturing out on an epic quest to find the perfect male specimen who would sweep Craig off his feet and go do a better job than Oscar was currently doing of looking out for him. Maybe they could host one of those reality TV dating contest shows, like the Bachelor or some shit, and then when Keegan tried to enter, Oscar could have him shot at the crack of dawn. That sounded like the best of both plans.


Trying to avert his eyes to give Craig some privacy when he moved, Oscar couldn't help glancing over every now and then, his stomach twisting when he noted the bruises on Craig's skin and- someone, no points for guessing who, was going to die. "Providing you don't mind fine dining on charcoal tonight, definitely," Oscar answered with a soft smile, knowing that Craig probably could have asked him for anything and he would have said yes at that moment. He was more inclined to wrap Craig back up in blankets and feed him warm cookies rather than let him out of his sight to shower, but Craig had had enough of dealing with possessive, creepy as fuck assholes for one day, so Oscar just returned Craig's question with a smile. "Wouldn't dream of it."


When Craig went through to shower, he stayed behind to tidy up Craig's room and remove any possible triggering signs of what had passed from the room, leaving the door ajar to help the room air so that the bloody smell would clear. He then ventured through to their kitchen area, toying with the handles of the knives in their rack. It was a shame he was the worst punk in the world and fainted at the sight of blood, otherwise he would have gone and invited Keegan to come over for dinner. And he's on the menu! His mind supplied lamely, not really up to its usual shitty comedy given what had happened.


Rifling through the cupboards and fridge, Oscar recalled what Craig had said about the chicken and got that out of the freezer, nuking it in the mircowave to defrost before hazarding a guess and pulling out some vegetables which he figured could probably do with using up. That was about the extent of his cooking know-how, though whilst Craig showered he managed to figure out what a peeler was and how to strip a carrot, slicing his thumb in the process.


When he heard the shower cut off, he ventured back into Craig's room, glad to find that the air had cleared, and he fished around through Craig's things until he found one of the model's CDs. One thing they could always be guaranteed to disagree on was music, Oscar liking to slag off Craig's tastes just to get a reaction and so he could fulfil the pretentious 'alternative tastes' cliche, but he figured then was a good time to call a truce. He leafed through the various offerings, trying to identify which CDs looked trigger-free and happy without being overwhelmingly inappropriately cheerful, and with his best guess he returned to the kitchen and loaded the thing into the disc player, testing the first track. It seemed acceptably tame, and thus he picked up a knife and, at risk of losing his fingers, attempted to chop the carrot up as he waited for Craig to emerge.
 
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Feeling Oscar's chin above his head was oddly reassuring and he borrowed there, nuzzling into him. He didn't want to cry again, but when Oscar said he could, it was okay, he sputtered out sobs and phrases along the lines of: "I didn't want to." or "I just wanted to go to the gym with you." or other small things like that. Craig just wanted a normal day. Oscar probably couldn't even understand him because his words were all jumbled.


In his mind it made sense, that yes, this was Keegans fault, but that couldn't have been all there was to this right? Craig had to be partially to blame. He wanted to ask about that, about his career choices, but he could hardly form sentences. Maybe when he wasn't so scared he would talk to him. All his other friends were models and would encourage him to stay in the business. So he needed someone like Oscar who never held any judgement against him. "But you came at least." To be honest, Oscar might have been able to run Keegan off if he had been here sooner, but at what cost? Keegan would have beat the shit out of him then just found a good time with Craig later. He felt stupid for not realizing that Keegan had this nature all along. All those times Oscar warned him to stay away, he didn't take him seriously, but he should have.


He clung closer when Oscar said he'd find a nice guy. "I like to cook for people though... Mainly you, because you appreciate it so much." Sometimes he wondered if Oscar understood what those joking, cute compliments meant to him. All he imagined was Oscar trying to cook on his own and it wasn't pretty. Lots of fire and black, ugly looking food. Sometimes he imagined, like everyone did, some perfect person for him, but the job wasn't difficult to fill. Craig had, not low, but simple standards. Someone to make him laugh, appreciate him, and enjoy activities with him that weren't just sleeping together. It was hard to picture this perfect guy after what happened, and especially with his friend here. It shocked him sometimes, how kind Oscar could be towards him. He had plenty of time to find someone else. Right now he wanted to focus on friends, and that was basically Oscar.


He felt slightly paranoid and his movements weren't as quick as they usually were. Typically he attacked his roommate after a shower and got him all wet, but this time he didn't. After his shower, he scampered into the bedroom to dress in one of his full pajama sets instead of just the pants with no shirt. It covered up the few bruises on his body and it was warm. Craig didn't want to be hauled up in his blankets, which he noticed were all neat. The room had been put back in order. He had splashed cool water on his eyes after coming out. He finally felt a little refreshed and had cleaned off most of the evidence of what Keegan had done. There were still some bruises, mainly the grip Keegan had on his upper arm while dragging him, ankle and thigh. He felt slightly paranoid and his movements weren't as quick as they usually were. Typically he attacked his roommate after a shower and got him all wet, but this time he didn't.


He heard his music playing so he headed into the kitchen and before he could even hum he went to Oscar's side to stop him from using the knife. "How... about we give you a different job." Craig looked around the counter and picked up a wooden spoon from next to the knives. He handed it to Craig. "Hold this." Actually he wanted to hear Oscar scoff and complain about his simple spoon holding job, or about how he would be the best spoon holder there was. His eyes kept darting to the door, but he hoped Keegan was done and wasn't coming back for today.


Craig just wanted Oscar next to him, even if he wasn't actually cooking. He tried to remain shoulder to shoulder at all times, otherwise he looked as though he were going to cry again. After a few songs, he tried to sing along a little bit but his voice was hoarse and he was so ashamed as to why it was hoarse. Instead he settled on humming. He knew Oscar was doing this for him, otherwise he wouldn't have put on his music. They both liked to poke fun at their differences in music. He started to put the vegetables and the sliced chicken in the crock pot, then he mixed in tomato sauce and a bit of chicken stalk. "Now use that spoon to stir." Craig said with a slight smile. The smile faded when he heard another neighbor open their front door. His eyes darted to their front door and he tried to get between Oscar and the counter so he'd be hidden from the door. Looks like maybe they would need a new lock.


Craig put his head on Oscar's chest and he let out a frustrated sigh. "Maybe... instead we can go out somewhere?" This city was huge. There had to be smaller places that Oscar knew of. Maybe not a club, but a small, local bar was good. If he put on his fake glasses and some of his basic clothing he could pass as a regular person. If he just set the cooker to the lowest temperature they could have this for lunch tomorrow. "I'll buy, let's just go somewhere..."
 
"It would be a shame to waste your fantastic cooking skills," Oscar agreed solemnly as Craig protested his conjured ideal man for him, because humour was really the best way he knew how to make Craig feel better when he was upset, and he hoped it still applied even now, after something so horrible. The funny think was Craig never seemed to get that he was stupidly sweet and kind, probably overly so, cooking for Oscar when he was under no obligation to do so and never lording it over him. How Keegan could dare harm someone like that, Oscar could never understand.


Over in the kitchen, Oscar had successfully butchered half a carrot by the time Craig stepped in, one end on the floor, the other stuck under the mircowave, and his thumb was now bleeding rather profusely. Nodding in eager gratitude, he stepped back from the counters and wedged his thumb in his mouth, trying to stem the bleeding so he didn't taint the food. "Ah, decided to use my secret talents I see. An excellent choice. There is no finer master of the spoon-arts in this land than I, Oscar of Dinoland. Gonna fuck that chicken up with my awesome spoon skills," he said, screwing around and prodding the chicken with his spoon, his stomach doing funny flippy things when he noted how Craig kept glancing over at the door. "You know, if Keegan comes back, we're the ones by the knife rack," he said quietly with a small smile, giving Craig's arm a small squeeze to remind him that there were two of them, and Keegan was an asshole who deserved to die. He very much approved of the replacement Craig had handed him, largely because it was lacking in sharp edges to cut himself with, and he reckoned it could also serve as a successful club if Keegan decided to come back over.


Standing somewhat uselessly in the kitchen, Oscar almost went to go try and do something else deemed helpful, like the washing or to try and order takeaway or something, but he was conscious that Craig seemed to be sticking unusually close to him, rarely breaking contact. For once awake and sober enough to have the capacity to be sensitive, Oscar stayed where he was, happily sticking with Craig and going over whenever he needed to go to the fridge or anything. "You know I've heard promising things about these things called pizza cones. Think cone of pizza base with the melted cheese poured into it. We should definitely do those with General Tsao pizza." Yes he was blabbing on about food, and later dinosaurs whilst Craig did all the hard work, but he sensed that he'd been banned from 'helping' with the culinary chores, and so settled for the role of casual distractor so Craig didn't have to dwell in silence.


"For flips sake Craig, put some effort in," Oscar said as he took his great, magnificent wooden spoon and contributed greatly to the cooking effort, stirring the contents of the pot as instructed. "I'm doing all the hard work here." Just as he went to put his hand on his hip in as theatrical manner as possible he became aware of the distinct smell of burning, and returned to find the chicken and sauces bubbling angrily. "Jesus christ, I've only been touching it for a few seconds!" He muttered to himself, diving to try and rescue the ominously smoking food, removing it from the heat.


Banishing himself from touching it again, he sulked off to lean against the fridge, folding his arms over his chest and pouting. "I think I might be cursed," he mumbled, before brightening up at the opportunity to go out somewhere. "Oh, and Beth - you know, resident goth chick - stabbed her boyfriend and wants to go out celebrating, so we could tag along with her if you want, get absorbed into the midst of her gothic harem. I know she can seem a bit bonkers, but if you want to avoid all of Keegan's regular haunts, she's perfect for it. She possesses a real talent for finding the most unpopular bars in the city," Oscar said, worried that Craig didn't want to hang with some loopy goth chick though, rambling a little bit as he tried to work out what Craig would like best. "Though if you'd rather tonight was the epic dino-duo, I'm good with blowing her and her psychotic celebration off. We could go check out that really weird-ass looking medieval themed pub. Oh, or there's that club two blocks away that looks like a 90's sci-fi themed diner. The choice is yours, my boy."


Fiddling with his lip piercing with his tongue, Oscar was somewhat worried that once allowed out of the house, he'd go on a stalking spree, hunt Keegan down, and stake him to see if his vampire theory was true, but if Craig wanted to get out of the house, out they would go. Honestly, Oscar was most inclined to revert back to how they'd been last night, curled up into each other on the sofa; back then he felt like they were both safe as houses. Out there in the big bad world, other people almost always hit on Craig, whether he was dressed down or not, and Oscar felt like that night would be a particularly shit night for some guy to get too grabby with Craig's ass without his permission. "Anyone tries any shit with you, just give me 'the look' and I'll come spook them off with my good looks; unless you want people hitting on you, in which case I'll confine myself to the corner or something. We should definitely bring those ring things you got in the cereal boxes, because last time you had them drunk, you seemed to actually believe that they worked, and watching you try to use them was hilarious. Which reminds me, I need to find my phone..."


Going to check down the back of the sofa and under the cushions, which probably should have been the first place he looked, Oscar retrieved his phone, swallowing hard when he saw the texts Craig had sent him. He felt like he'd said sorry too much already, probably annoying Craig more than anything, so focused on trying to make up for it now. Whilst his job-hunting plans had been somewhat interrupted, he still had a couple of quid left over from doing an essay for one of his fellow slackers. "And, for once - and try not to die of shock here - I shall pay. Just don't order bloody champagne or something or I'm going to be made into a kitchen slave, and those scrunchy hair nets really don't go with my attire."
 
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Craig washed off the knife of blood and looked down at the poor mangled carrot. How the hell had Oscar managed to pulverize a carrot with a bread knife. Where those burn marks on the carrot? He put the knife back and took out the proper one to cut vegetables with. "Now now Oscar Myer Dino Wiener..." He waggled the knife at him, very close to his face, but he was finally smiling a bit. He would have laughed more but his throat hurt a bit. Craig just shook his head at the little mention of murdering Keegan with a knife. With the amount of pride and vanity Keegan had, it would take a lot to tell him to fuck off, but thankfully he wasn't by himself. But they weren't going to use violence. Well, Craig wouldn't anyways. But he wouldn't stop Oscar if he punched that dick in the face a few times.


He was a little relieved when Oscar caught on that he needed contact. His contact, right now. At first he had yelped a little if Oscar was too far away, but now Oscar followed him, even to the fridge. Between cooking and listening to Oscar talk, be felt a lot better. Cooking was his one productive hobby. "A pizza cone? Sounds romantic." Walking hand in hand on the beach at sun set, two pizza cones in hand. How Oscar wasn't married off, he had no idea. Craig smirked at his own sarcastic thoughts but knew that Oscar was charming when he had these ideas. "Maybe if you are good, Santa will put it under the tree this year." Bow to me and maybe you will get pizza cones. Though luckily he also thought that was a brilliant idea so he would get them for himself probably.


He leaned on Craig's shoulder and peered over it while the boy stirred the contents of the crock pot. He left just for a moment, to get himself a drink from the fridge, when he smelled burning! He quickly came back and stared at the machine in shock. "It's not even on high! It's... on low! How in the world... Give me that spoon!" As soon as Craig began to stir it, the mixture calmed down. It shouldn't even have been bubbling while on low! He put the glass top on and grabbed a sticky note from the counter. 'Oscar, do not touch.' He placed it directly on the lid and pointed to it. "Just so you don't forget. Do not touch it. Somehow you'll make it catch fire. And people call me flaming."


Craig washed his hands then came up close to Oscar. He was being much more cuddly than usual and maybe that was a problem if they went out. As long as it wasn't Keegan he was fine with cuddling up to someone. Oscar had no interest in guys anyways, so Craig felt it was safe to do this. Even if Oscar did, he knew his friend would never hurt him. "Is that the crazy one you slept with?" Craig let out a sigh but laughed a little. Crazy chick, but anyone was better than his own so called friends. Though he sort of wanted it to just be them for now. Craig was used to crazy fans, so right now he needed a bit of normal. Dino buddies was normal to him. He was too much of a nice guy to turn down one of Oscar's friends, so hopefully his friend would pick up on that just from his silence. "Why can't you be good at blowing me then I wouldn't be in this mess. Probably." Craig mumbled, smiling innocently at Oscar. "A diner sounds good though... I need my burger and hot fries fix. Let's take a cab. I want to get hammered again tonight."


He shook his head and laughed a little bit as he leaned against Oscar. Actually he was worried about if they stayed in tonight. Sure Oscar had been a little late, but he was here now and comforting him. Craig was latching onto the one person to show him actual affection and he knew it was wrong and selfish of him. As much as he loved their cuddle session last night, he knew a repeat would be bad. Hell, what if he tried to kiss his friend? Either Oscar needed to get a girlfriend or Craig needed to find a decent guy.


"Sometimes you spook me with your good looks." When that black eyeliner was smudged, Oscar could pass as a dead man and on more than one occasion he had scared Craig shitless. His eyes lit up like Christmas trees when Oscar remembered the rings. "You mean the Hero Honey Weaties and Ranger Rice Chex collectors rings? When activated, they create a rainbow of holy crap I'm really gay." Craig burst out laughing this time at his own stupid realization. This was why he needed someone like Oscar in his life. To make him laugh and forget the terrible things that happened. Craig lasted a few minutes alone in the kitchen, but then he was right back at Oscar's side. "Oh really? Well lucky for you I can be a cheap date. Sometimes." He looked down their hallway which lead to their bedrooms and the bathroom. "You should shower and I should change into clothes for going out to the diner..."


Craig didn't want to see Oscar pitying him, so he quickly ran off to his bedroom and shut the door. His heart was racing just from hearing himself close it so suddenly. He went towards his closet and looked at all the designer clothes he had in there. Popular brands, expensive labels, all things that would stand out. Polo was probably the only somewhat affordable brand he owned. He pulled on some jeans and a polo, then one of his grey, slightly larger sweatshirts. Abercrombie and Fitch, but hopefully that was common enough that he wouldn't be hit on. He put his glasses on, which weren't prescription. All of this took less than a minute before he bolted back outside and sat in front of the bathroom, staring down the hall at the front door. Oscar probably heard him because he sort of just flopped onto the floor in front of the bathroom.
 
Miming an angel's halo around his head at Craig's potential promise of pizza cones, Oscar was glad that he'd managed to at least earn a laugh out of Craig, and that he was no longer sniffling. "Craig, you know I think you're the best cook in the world, but I don't think latent homosexuality can set off combustion," Oscar said very gravely, eyeing the sticky note that was one of many that banned him from messing with Craig's cooking. "Not that my latent homosexuality is a thing. I think I might just have magic fire powers. Don't judge just because you're jealous."


Hooking up with Beth had seemed like the best idea in the world that morning, both because she was the only woman Oscar had ever met who could outdrink him, and because without the scary boyfriend maybe Oscar wouldn't be left all alone in the world by Craig some day. He knew his bestie well enough though to know that he wasn't fond of the idea, however, just from his words and body language; besides, if he was ever going to get to sleep with Beth, taking her to the diner on their first night out probably wasn't going to help. "Yep, she's the one I slept with. And geez, sorry my lack of love for the D is inconveniencing you," Oscar said with heavy sarcasm, raising his eyebrows at Craig before rubbing his face with his hands. "Oh god though, burger and chips sounds amazing. Getting hammered sounds amazing. I can see how you're the man who came up with General Tsao pizza."


With Craig slumping up against him, Oscar was aware that he was perhaps being too chill with clingy-Craig. He didn't want to mislead him or anything, or make things weird between them. Even though he'd been having a bit of a bisexual panic lately thanks to fancy underwear and sex deprivation, or so he reasoned, the last thing he wanted was to follow up what Keegan had done with their friendship getting confused by other things. After Keegan took creepy stalker to a whole new level, the last thing Craig probably wanted was his platonic relationships turning into someone being helplessly in love with him too. Not that Oscar was bi or anything, but he did have the serious urge to just hug Craig back and do the weird head-chin tuck with his best friend. He hadn't been kidding when he said if he was bi, Craig would be his first go to.


Now really, really isn't the time for a bi panic, his head reminded him, urging him to knock it off. Tonight was Craig night, not Oscar-has-a-mental-breakdown night. "I'm sexy and I know it," Oscar replied with as much enthusiasm as he could manage as he did the whole internally screaming thing. "And yes, those are the rings of which I speak. The multiple rings to rule them all. Them probably being 'the gays' but you know, ruling is ruling. And fine, sorry if my natural musk is too manly for you to handle."


Trudging over to the bathroom, peeling off his T-shirt and clawing off the way too tight skinny jeans, Oscar hopped into the shower and scrubbed himself clean of the lingering weed and Chinese smell, trying to salvage the mess his hair was. He emerged unusually clean and fragrant, though he was quick to work on rectifying that, grabbing the trusty eyeliner before piercing-the-hell-up and pulling back on his underwear. Intending to crawl back to his room to go change into something that would work as the ultimate scaring-off-assholes-who-hassle-Craig outfit, he opened the bathroom door to find Craig plunked down before him, watching the door.


"I didn't know we had a dog," Oscar said, prodding his housemate's head experimentally before wondering if he should feel vaguely self-conscious, though it wasn't as if Craig hadn't walked in on him in the shower a bloody thousand times. "You're looking particularly hipster today," he noted, clambering around Craig in the door way, careful not to accidentally hit Craig with a crotch-to-the-head. "Lemme just go grab something frightening and I'll come listen to you whine about how mainstream the world is."


Dashing through to his room, guessing from Craig sitting outside the bathroom that he still wasn't keen on being left alone, Oscar grabbed the first angry looking piece of clothing he could find - which, thanks to his wonderful organisation system of leaving all of his clothes sprawled around the room, was pretty easy - and he tugged on a T-shirt with an angry looking dinosaur on it, a spiked leather jacket, and some equally intimidating ripped trousers. "Okay, I am ready to earn some disgruntled looking glares. Let's go paint the town red, or whatever cool people say."


Walking with Craig down to the street and hailing a cab, Oscar sent Beth a quick text apologising for abandoning her celebrations, and then gave the directions to the diner. He just managed to cover the cab fare and have enough left over for some amazingly cheap, greasy junk food, glad that the ride was short and the promise of food was evident from the door, the smell of fried food detectable even from the street. "This is so worth the heart attack it's going to cause," Oscar said with a blissful smile, holding the door open for Craig and bowing dramatically. "After you, Ranger Rice Chex, sir."
 
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"Woof..." Craig said a little sheepishly. "I figured maybe I could blend into society being a hipster." He laughed a little at the irony of that. He didn't follow Oscar to his bedroom but he didn't go out into the main room. He waited until Oscar had come back out not even a moment later.


"Your clothes are so... pointy." He complimented as he poked some of the spikes. Craig made sure he had his cellphone and keys before they left. He brought his wallet and some extra cash, just in case. They hailed a cab and headed to the small diner. "Twenty-four hour diner. I wish they were still popular." There were probably at most a small handful in their large city. "Oh thank you Hero Honey Wheaties." He took his hood off and shoved his hands in his sweatshirt pockets as he walked in. The waitress, who only seemed to have eyes for Craig, showed them to their table. She handed them two menus and smiled at Craig before heading off. "The cheapest drink that isn't beer... I don't know, order me something spicy and unhealthy and poison for my body." He had been sitting for five minutes until he got up to use the bathroom. Now that he was in public, in a diner that seemed dead right now, he was calmed down.


On his way back from the bathroom, not even five steps from the table, he bumped into one of the waiters with enough force to knock each other over. It was like something straight out of a Disney movie, how the two met.


"Sorry!"


"Sorry!" They quickly said at the same time.


Craig's glasses fell off, but of course he could still see.


"I'm so sorry it was my fault!"


"Nonsense, I should have been paying attention to where I was going."


The waiter quickly stood and helped Craig up. He handed him his glasses back and Craig pretended that with them, he could finally see.


Woah. This guy was handsome. A tall, dark haired waiter, with soft chocolate colored eyes. Craig wasn't the only one staring at little love struck though. It was probably rather comical to see them, staring at each other like they just found their eternal partners. Love at first sight? With Craig that was very plausible, especially with his choice in men. Clearly Craig wasn't overly picky, but anyone could agree that this waiter was good looking. He looked older than Craig, maybe he was in his later years of college. The waiter stared right back at him, admiring the obvious model under all that hipster gear. Craig pulled off the hipster look well. Hell, he could probably pull anything off well. There was an awkward silence as the two just stared at each other.


"Ah, right, so... I'm sorry, I'll make sure to watch where I am going next time."


Craig blushed at the warm, charming tone of his voice. "Don't worry, it's fine. I wasn't hurt. I am clumsy sometimes..." Typically when Craig flirted he was shy, sort of pulling a virgin act. That's exactly what he was doing right now.


"Hey, Danny get back to work!" A woman called from behind the bar counter.


"O-Oh sorry, I have to go. Maybe, I can get your name?"


Craig smiled at how charming this waiter was. Clumsy enough to walk into him, but charming in his own shy way. "My name is Craig."


"Craig? Ah, well, my name is Danny, if you didn't hear the old bat screaming." He turned to see the woman glaring at him. "Hey, if... you aren't busy..."


Craig smiled and used the pen Danny had in his apron to write down his number on one of his blank order tickets. "Call me, sometime..." He gave a small wave and sat at his table. The waiter stood there a moment, as if making sure he had all the digits, then scurried back into the kitchen.


"Did you see that?" Craig said in a whisper to Oscar. There was no way he didn't see the overly sweet, comedy-romance meeting. "We definitely picked the right place to come to." And even better, the waitress arrived with their burgers and their baskets of fries. Unfortunately for Oscar, Craig had such a love struck look on his face that it was probably sickening to see. "He seems so nice. Nicer than Keegan." That was the tell-tale sign that he was rebounding after what happened, but when Craig got in these love sick moods (which surprisingly didn't happen as much as one would think) it was hard to get him out of it. But Oscar was in the clear now.


"Ahaha, maybe if I am lucky, and you too I guess, I won't need to cuddle up to you." Craig laughed a little at that, sneaking some smiles to the waiter who was busing tables now. Oscar was straight. So obviously he'd be happy to hear that. Right?
 
"I shall prove my undying friendship to you by finding you the most fatal drink they have," Oscar promised him with a solemn bow of his head. "But if you end up having to get your stomach pumped, you know I'll be feeling more sorry for the godawful food you wasted."


As Craig headed off to the bathroom, Oscar did as was instructed and headed over to the diner bar top, glancing down at the menu in his hand. It wasn't exactly hard to choose, particularly when they had such weird burgers on offer, one which was spicy and exactly what Criag had called for. He ordered two of them, with extra spicy toppings for Craig, accompanied by some sci-fi themed cocktails named 'Forbidden Planet' and 'Tequila Sunrise' which despite the fancy names were dirt cheap and sure to kill a hell off a lot of liver cells that night.


Whilst he waited, leant again the bar, humming the Primeval theme tune to himself and returning any curious glances he received with an award-winning smile, which succeeded in scaring off the curious customer, he glanced over the people gathered there, playing the guess-who'll-hit-on-Craig-first-game. It was an especially gruelling round considering how Craig wasn't even there so he couldn't study their reactions, having to play the deduction game. There was one pretty effeminate looking guy with a milkshake who looked promisingly lonely, and a group of girls clearly on a night out. Maybe even the waitress, who'd been checking Craig out the moment he walked in.


Glancing over when the bathroom door opened, Oscar split into a grin once he recognised the familiar head of bedhead. He went half way to waving in the most embarrassing fashion possible just to ruin Craig's street cred when all of a sudden one of the waiters collided with the model and- holy shit. Narrowing his eyes suspiciously, Oscar watched as they both blushed and apologised and holy shit, they were. They were doing it. They were having the romcom moment. God. He could practically see the predictable plot line and hilarious misunderstandings now. How could he be so stupid as to not assess the waiter for the game either?


The tension between the two of them was pretty clear, and Oscar knew the shy, virginal smile Craig was wearing all too well. It was the non-verbal equivalent of an invitation into his bed, and Oscar had never met a guy who'd resisted it. Certainly, the waiter looked absolutely helpless, bumbling about and getting Craig's bloody number. Did this confirm that they really were in a romantic comedy? Were they being filmed right now? What kind of shitty writers would let something like this happen to him? Why did they have so schedule their shitty cliches for diner night? God damn you writers of my life, Oscar muttered mentally, glowering sourly at the movie moment occurring before him. God damn you.


He was interrupted from his reverie by the drinks arriving, however, and seizing the tray he marched back over to his table, plonked it down, and then collapsed into his seat, feeling more than a little surreal at that moment. ... Did this all make him the comical loser sidekick? Was he doomed to spend the rest of the film fruitlessly hitting on people for comic relief? "It was a little hard to miss it," Oscar said numbly as Craig returned, bloody beaming and everything. Oh god, Oscar had definitely seen this look before. It was usually followed by a fling, then Craig crying in his bedroom. The idiot fell for people so easily, Oscar felt protective just from seeing that smile.


That was probably the bi panic talking though. Oscar may not have possessed many skills in life, unless setting food on fire counted, but he was good enough at gauging people from impressions. The waiter had seemed nice. A little klutzy, but nice. All smiles and apologies and the polar opposite of Keegan. Someone nice like that was probably exactly what Craig needed. I bet he'd even cook for him in the mornings, working in a restaurant and all, Oscar theorised to himself, tapping his fingers on the table as he half-listened to Craig rambling.


"You should ask him when he gets off of work," Oscar said, glancing up at his bestie. "He could come drinking with us or something. Give me a chance to grill him to check he's worthy of you, and mean you can turn those puppy-dog eyes on him and work your magic." Oscar had been looking forward to a night out of eating crap and drinking, but Craig was probably bored of that by now. He seemed to want distracting, and what could be more so than fresh meat? Oscar wasn't supposed to be feeling this protective of him. Encouraging him to go follow his heart of whatever was the role of the comedic sidekick, right? Not to act all cagey and pining over the protagonist.


Grabbing the his plate, Oscar vented his undeserved anger out on downing the chips, trying to focus on that rather than the waiter Craig was mooning over. The guy seemed attractive as far as guys went, certainly no Craig but he had the whole bumpkin waiter in a uniform thing going for him. Plus he wasn't Keegan. The idea of Craig going back to Keegan after what he'd done, just because he still didn't want to go guy fishing was horrific enough to make Oscar approve of this newcomer. "Hey, I thought you said our cuddling was amazing. Sure romantic-comedy boy can live up to that level of epic cuddling? Because I'm straight and even I know that was some pretty wicked cuddling."
 
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"I should? Oh I should have asked him when he gets off." Craig was acting shy and blushing quite profusely even around Oscar. This was not a first. Hell, he had been like this when Keegan asked him out. Back then things were cute, sweet, romantic even. Even Oscar couldn't have expected what happened. He looked down at his spicy burger and poked the fluffy bun with his finger. "Hahh..." He sighed happily. "He seems so nice. Did you see his face? He looks so handsome. I do like a man in uniform." Craig was looking out the window, but his head was tilted up a bit in thought. This was his day dreaming face and he was definitely dreaming about that man in his regular clothes. Was he a bad boy? A casual kind of guy? Maybe even hipster? Around Oscar, he tried not to act so love struck, so boy crazy and so... sickly sweet, but unfortunately when someone like that came around, he couldn't stop himself.


"How long should I wait?" He asked, calculating the potential time in his head. "Maybe he's free tonight!" Craig mumbled something about being a little sore still though. He picked up some fries to eat, and as if the weren't spicy enough he used hot sauce instead of ketchup. "Romantic-comedy boy? You mean prince charming." Craig sipped at his drink and looked around, trying to see where that prince charming had gone to, but he must have gone in the back kitchen somewhere. Good, now he could stuff his face.


"Don't be jealous though. There has to be so many girls at your college. Why don't you find someone?" Craig took a huge bite of his burger and seemed unphased by the amount of spice thrown on it. This dinner was supposed to be Oscar cheering him up, making him smile again and to make him forget about Keegan, but looks like he already forgot because he was rambling about his so-called prince. He probably wouldn't have been crushing so hard if he didn't feel so low though. Sure he would still like that waiter, but he might have played a little hard to get rather than throwing himself at the poor guy.


Craig woofed down his burger and leaned back in their booth. For a moment, just a moment, he shut his eyes. In that moment, that waiter came over. "Hey, Craig?" He said in a questioning manner, as if wondering how he should talk to him.


"Y-Yes?" Oh my beautiful prince you may ask me anything your heart desires. Craig was playing it cool, although he was blushing a bit.


"I get off at 10, if you want to grab drinks after..." He looked to Oscar. "I have a few friends I was going to go out with to that new bar... Bar 360."


Craig bit his lip to prevent himself from saying yes too fast.


"Ah you don't have to answer now." The waiter smiled at Craig, then headed off to meet a new group of customers that came in.


Craig immediately looked at Oscar and grabbed his hands. His eyes widened and he put on that puppy dog face he was known for. "Please. Please please Oscar I swear to god I will buy all your drinks please please please? I will even do the laundry for the next week and make you bacon every morning. Please come." He sort of hoped Oscar didn't know what Bar 360 was. That's why he was begging. Oscar would certainly not find a female partner in there.
 
Dammit Craig. Oscar could only watch on helplessly as he blushed and batted his eyelashes and sighed and god he was such a cliche. Oscar wasn't sure if he wanted to throttle him or... just, he needed to find some way to stop this. "Prince charming?" He repeated with obvious condescension. Wasn't he supposed to be on supportive best friend duty that night? What was up with the venom in his tone. Just because Craig was being sickeningly soppy didn't mean he got to be an asshole. "You're sure you're not just swooning over prince bloody charming because you know... you want a distraction and stuff?" Oscar asked, toying with the straw in his drink whilst he spoke. "Just... you know, don't go getting your heart broken and everything."


Why was he being such an asshole. Honest to god, he wanted to clap Craig on the shoulder, tell him to condom-up and go grab the mighty fine waiter-booty, he really did. Hell, he was over the moon that Craig was able to forget Keegan so quickly, and that thus far, he didn't seem scarred for life. If he could still think about the D with such lovestruck eyes, that was a good sign, right? "Just don't want you getting hurt 's all," Oscar mumbled pathetically into his drink. Yeah. Great excuse.


He managed a half smile at the college girl comment though. See, Craig was doing it right, relentlessly supportive, chipper, the whole shabang. There was a lesson in good friendship-ing. "I could always call Beth if you two get totally insufferable," Oscar mused, disappointed by how disenchanted he felt with the idea. This was beth they were talking about. Beth who he actually liked, who maybe liked him, and who he could actually sleep with without getting beaten to a pulp now.


His internal debate was ruined when waiter boy returned, however, and Oscar didn't miss the glance he received from him. Curious, checking he wasn't interrupting anything. He seemed satisfied that Oscar was clearly well below Craig's league, and thus not a possibility, let alone a threat. Which is good, Oscar reasoned with himself. Makes me an awesome wingman. Means tonight won't be tense as hell, so long as I grow the fuck up and stop acting like a petulant brat. He tried to return the waiter-boy's glance with a smile, but by that time he was back making googly eyes at Craig.


"You look so hopeful, I'm tempted to say no just to see if you explode," Oscar said with a more usual smile when Craig grabbed his hands and looked at him with such faith that of course he couldn't say no. The hand touching was just Craig being friendly. "Fine," Oscar said with a dramatic sigh, removing his hands from Craig's reach and slumping back in his seat. "But I'm holding you to that bacon thing. If you're leaving me to go play boy-fishing, I'm being compensated with comfort food."


Finishing off his food, which was amazing, though the whole affair felt slightly tainted by how much of an asshole he was being, Oscar downed his cocktail pretty quickly, figuring maybe being drunk would sort him out. "Any ground rules for the night?" Oscar asked, knowing how quickly Craig could go from sober to giddy on love and drink. "You want me to pry you off of him if things get too down and dirty, or should I just keep my distance?"


The drink was delicious, not to mention strong, and he felt a little light-headed by the time ten came around. Standing, Oscar glanced over at waiter-boy and sighed, praying this wouldn't be the hell he was anticipating. Craig and lover boy would be making moon-eyes at each other all night, he could feel it in his bones. Bar 360 sounded pretty fancy though. Maybe there'd be attractive women there who could end the bisexual panic once and for all. Because he just had such a great history with attractive women.
 
"...Well... I..." He couldn't use the excuse that he didn't have many chances because hell, he got hit on daily if he left the house. Oscar never usually got so snippy when it came to him fawning over some new guy so he didn't know what to say in response. It made him feel a little shameful and embarrassed. "So what if I am. It's better than staying at the house crying and eating..." He mumbled in a rather annoyed tone. If he had to actually stay home and cry, he'd be upset much longer. This way at least he could have a night of fun, even if it didn't turn into anything serious. Craig slumped in his seat a little bit, feeling slightly disheartened now. He looked to Oscar for approval in a lot of cases but sometimes it was hard to follow his approval, or disapproval. Though in this case he had thought Oscar sort of approved of the waiter. At least for the night.


"I won't..." He took the straw out of his drink and just drank it from the glass. Was he supposed to pity himself because of what Keegan did? He sort of thought Oscar would be happy that he was trying to get over it so quickly, but maybe that was not the way to approach the situation. Typically he never fought venom with venom but he really had the urge to throw back some sort of insult about Oscar being jealous that he was never hit on. But, Craig was not that kind of person and neither was Oscar. Hell, anyone would be sick of him fawning over guys, especially if they were straight.


"Eh? Do you still like Beth?" He asked, a little surprised at what Oscar said. "She is crazy, just like you. You should go for it, if you want to, that is." Craig would normally act a little gossipy and poke at Oscar to make a move, but this time he was a little dry in his speech after the venom spat at him. Oscar had great intentions, to protect his friend, but his tone could have been better.


Craig sighed a bit when Oscar asked him about ground rules. "I don't... want to take him home or go home with him." He said, implying that yes, Oscar should stop him before any of that down and dirty stuff he mentioned. Good thing he didn't typically kiss in public. Sure he liked to flirt, and maybe a kiss on the cheek here and there from a guy, but he never kissed people in public. Even drunk. But he had a nasty habit of becoming very clingy and very... apetizing to men when he got drunk at the bar. That's why usually he had the rule with Oscar to take him home when that happened. "If I start sluring my words, just take me home."


He was also getting a little tipsy now, but the food inside of him kept him from getting wasted for now. After the meal they got a few more light drinks and waited around until the waiter got off of work. Craig and Oscar were waiting outside when out came someone who really made his heart throb. Mr. Waiter boy was not at all mainstream like Craig was. He wore tight jeans with toms slip on shoes. His top was a band t-shirt of a popular hipster listening selection: Guster and over that he wore a soft grey hemp sweater. Around his neck was a grey and tan scarf and of course to complete the look he wore plastic, thick rimmed glasses. If this man didn't scream hipster, he didn't know what did. If Craig had hearts in his eyes before, now he had fireworks of hearts. This guy was gorgeous. "Hey, a few friends are gunna meet us there. I'll hail us a cab." While he went off to the street to grab a taxi, Craig poked at Oscar and smiled at him with a: Isn't he wonderful in every way shape and form?! look.


Bar 360 wasn't situated in the red light district, nor was it around other bars of it's kind. It was just situated in the popular club and bar section of town. There was no sign on the outside to warn people of what this bar was. It was just a word of mouth thing that it was a gay bar. Craig felt a little bad for tricking Oscar into coming, but he didn't want to go by himself. Besides, Oscar could observe the ladies making out if he wanted to. If not he could just get free drinks by being friendly with one of the men. When they arrived they met up with three other guys. Two of which had their arms around each other. The other, was single and looking to mingle. They headed in and went straight to the bar counter to order up a round of drinks. The bar was popular, but it wasn't a huge club. There was music playing and some people were dancing, although they looked wasted. It wouldn't take long for Oscar to notice that the only woman here were with each other, not looking for men.


Craig officially turned on his A game for flirting and no matter what Danny would say, he would laugh and agree. Craig was true to his word and bought his friend drinks while his new interest was buying him drinks. He was surprised that most of the drinks Danny bought for him were rather low alcohol content. Typically guys got him the strongest drink they could afford. Craig never understood why, but it was obviously to get him drunk. It didn't take long for someone to come over, but it wasn't for Craig. Oscar was looking like a third wheel, which meant he'd be picked off first. A relatively handsome guy sat down next to Oscar. "Can I buy you a drink? Can be hard to third wheel huh?" The guy said, smiling at Oscar with the same eyes that Craig sometimes gave to guys that he was hitting on first. Craig couldn't help but crack a smile and finally leaned over to whisper in Oscar's ear.


"At the gaaay bar, gay bar, gay bar wooo~" He nudged Oscar playfully, then returned to Danny who looked pink in the face from alcohol. By now Craig had moved his stool closer and was leaning on him a bit. He wasn't wasted, but he was getting there at least.


"Hey, I saw him first. You ah, want to come dance?" Another guy said, putting his hand on Oscar's shoulder. Craig was wiggling in his seat in almost laughter. What he didn't notice was how much this second guy looked like him. The same chocolate colored hair, dark brown eyes and even the outfit he wore resembled what Craig was wearing now. "My name is Chris, what's yours?" They boy said as he continued to smile sweetly at Oscar.
 
Well shit. Oscar knew he'd upset Craig, and knew he'd been an ass. Craig didn't deserve that in the slightest. Still, Oscar had said the words now, and Craig was looking unfairly put out. He knew he ought to apologise, grovel at Craig's feet and beg forgiveness, but he was too proud and too embarrassed to manage that. If he acknowledged that he was being a dick, he might have to explain it, and he wasn't sure how to do that right at that moment.


So, instead, he vowed to try and make up for it by being the most supportive best friend ever to best friend from there on out. Fuck you bisexual panic. "You dare offend my one true skill of crying and eating?" Oscar said with mock offence, a hand over his chest. "Nah, but you're right. I guess that means waiter-boy's first trial shall be his skill in the ancient art of club dancing." Maybe he could joke his way out of feeling this uncomfortable. "And you got it."


Outside, Oscar was feeling sufficiently tipsy to be well-behaved, beaming cheerfully at Craig to show him he was going to behave now. His chipper demeanour somewhat backfired, however, when waiter-boy stepped out in casual clothes, and Oscar's grin turned into a snort, which he hurriedly covered up as a cough. Oh lordy, the perfect picture of a hipster was approaching them, thick-rimmed glasses and all. Oscar was actually in awe of the man; he'd mastered his own stereotype perfectly. As a punk, Oscar understood the draw of the cliche and alternative identity, so whilst he found hipsters hilarious, he kind of admired how they managed to stick to their guns.


Adding one point to Danny's scorecard with a tipsy sense of brotherly comradeship, Oscar gave him a two-fingered wave in greeting but otherwise kept quiet, giving the two lovers their chance in the sun. Catching Craig's lovestruck gaze, Oscar couldn't really imagine him, branded-underwear model being infatuated with a hipster, but he seemed happy and as Oscar reminded himself, that was the one and only priority of the evening. Grinning back, Oscar gave him a nudge in the ribs and added under his breath with obvious teasing, "You still sure you want me to take you home if you two start getting friendly?"


In the taxi ride over, Oscar was impressed when they entered the popular clubbing area of town, and as he suspected, 360 looked pretty darn swanky, not to mention busy. There were two incredibly fit punk-looking women leaning against a wall outside smoking, and Oscar added another point to Danny's tally: he had good taste in clubs. Danny's friends turned out to all be gay guys, two of whom seemed to be an item, but that was to be expected, and at least meant that Oscar wasn't going to have to awkwardly third-wheel with a female for the evening.


Inside the club, the warmth and music was pretty overwhelming, and Oscar was impressed by how many crotches were rubbed up against one another on the dance floor. There were quite a fair few guys dancing with guys, but a couple of chicks were sat over at the bar, so Oscar didn't feel too outnumbered, happily grabbing a seat next to Craig. A girl with spiked hair and a lip piercing was sat next to him, but unfortunately when Oscar gave her a hopeful smile she returned it with a look of such disdainful disgust that he decided to rule out flirting for the night. Clearly, unlike Craig, he wasn't bringing his A-game that night.


On the note of Craig, he was really going for it. Maybe over doing the laughter, but he was good at it, his body language alone inviting. Watching him laugh at whatever Danny had just said, Oscar ordered another three drinks. The pair of lover boys clearly didn't need him to act as a middleman to break the ice, already long past that stage, and apparently he just was not attractive that night. It seemed all he had left to do was drink, which, sad as it sounded, was absolutely great by him.


The drinks at that place were great, and Oscar ended up downing five shot glasses of some weird green stuff that tasted like aniseed and was genuinely delicious. Thank the lord he could hold his liquor, because even with his constitution things were starting to get a little buzzed after the shots. Rubbing his forehead, Oscar looked back over at Craig, who was still going with the flirting act.


Well shit. What part of Oscar had thought that drinking was a good idea during a bisexual panic? Look at Danny, buying him nice, soft drinks, treating him nicely and making him laugh. He'd better damn well be being nice to Craig, who more than deserved it. Deserved bloody everything and-


Jolted out of his mental drunken rant, Oscar looked round to find a guy. A guy trying to buy him a drink. He was just about to grin apologetically and claim that he was straight, when Craig started bloody singing. Stunned into silence, Oscar just gaped back at the guy who was hitting on him dumbly, mentally condemning Craig to the darkest depths of hell. Letting him get drunk in a godsforsaken gay bar during a bisexual panic. No crueller act could have been preformed.


Then another guy was hitting on him. Another guy, all dishevelled brown bed head and chocolate eyes and cute face and- oh wait, that was Craig. There was another man who fit that description talking to him too though. Oscar's head was starting to hurt now, the loud music and shots getting to him. "Yeah," he said to the Craig lookalike, before realising he hadn't asked that question and grimacing sheepishly, well aware that he was crimson. "I mean, Oscar."


Looking over at Craig, petrified of whatever the reaction was, Oscar didn't know what to do. Well, if Craig was going to mess with his head, he'd mess right back. Grinning in a hah-I've-been-hit-on-more-than-you-tonight kind of way, Oscar made sure the lookalike wasn't looking when he did a pretend swoon in Craig's direction, and then focused on the guy hitting on him. "I'm kind of shit and awful at it, but do you want to dance?" He asked, using his best friendly smile. He rarely went out with the purpose of picking people up, let alone guys, so his flirting game wasn't anywhere near as ace as Craig's, but if this person had been mad/desperate enough to hit on him, he figured he was safe.


"Sure," the Craig lookalike said with a bright smile, giving the other guy who'd hit on Oscar a small, victorious smile, which was kind of bitchy, but Oscar discovered in that moment that he liked that. He felt drunk enough to like pretty much anything in that moment, particularly Craig lookalikes. Chris. Oscar really had to remember to call him by his name, not Craig's, or things were going to get awkward fast. Chris took his hand in his and led him over to the dance floor, Oscar glancing back over his shoulder at Craig and giving him a shit-eating grin that was far too amused as he was tugged away. He kind of felt guilty for using Chris like this, to mess with Craig and maybe avert a bi-crisis, but it was just a dance. A drunken dance at that.


Oscar hadn't been lying when he said he was shit at dancing, but at that particular club dancing seemed to just consist of a lot of drunk crotch grinding and heavy petting. He was a little bit taken aback when Chris cheerfully put his arms around his waist and back and pulled him right into his personal space, but alcohol helped. Grinning over at Craig in a amusement also helped. A lot. Once he got into it the gropey-feely dancing was actually pretty easy, and the music, whilst nothing like what he listened to, was all just bass and grinding music. At least Chris didn't seem to think he was godawful at it, grinning and putting his hands up around his neck, resting their foreheads together like the whole affair was a lot more romantic than a drunken grind in a gay bar.
 
There was something sickly satisfying about watching his roommate get shot down by those woman. Oscar didn't score often, but when he did, Craig almost always felt the pang of jealousy. So he felt a little bit of relief when he just accepted the drinks and sat there, lonely and bored. The only difference between what Oscar said out loud earlier and this was that Craig knew how to keep his mouth shut and his expression innocent rather than satisfied.


Craig turned back to Danny who hadn't once asked to go dance. He was not a clubber due to all the mainstream music and Craig just went along with it. Unfortunately the model would be lying if he said he didn't want to dance. Hell, he would have gone crazy dancing with Oscar had he not been in the company of Danny who had already assumed Oscar was not a threat. Maybe that was for the best because after that risque dancing, he'd want to go home with Danny, or worse, take him home. After what Oscar had said he was determined not to go home with him at all costs.


When Oscar actually responded with his name, and no mention of being straight, Craig looked back with confused eyes. Are you an idiot. He then raised his eyebrow. It wasn't nice of Oscar to go tease people, but it wouldn't harm anyone if it was just a dance right? If Oscar was looking to get back at Craig for something, he did it well because Craig nearly stood up when he actually asked the other boy to dance.


"Wow, that kid looks like you..." Danny pointed out, to Craig's surprise. Craig looked him over, seeing no resemblance, but maybe that was own jealousy. Oscar was not gay, what was he doing? He couldn't have expected Oscar to just sit here being the third wheel and baby sitter while Craig had fun, but he didn't expect him to go off with someone, a guy, to dance. What the hell? Oscar was supposed to pay attention to him...


"Craig? Craig, you drunk?"


"What?" Craig said, tearing his eyes away from Oscar dancing with his lookalike.


"You keep staring at your friend..."


He let out a slight sigh, then realized the error of that pretty quick. "N-No because of... look, he is straight!"


"Straight...?" Danny looked back on the dance floor and he laughed a bit. "Are you sure?"


Craig looked back and noticed how intimately they were dancing. Not just with the ass grinding and heavy sweaty petting, but... that kid had his hands around Oscar's neck. Jealousy flared up like a fire under his ass and he all but caught fire. He felt kisses on his neck that took him away from thinking about Oscar.


"Do... you want to head to my place? Looks like your friend will be fine..." Danny smiled at him and held him close. He tapped the bar table for the final check.


Craig looked slightly worried, since he never said no to going home with someone. That was Oscar's job as good friend. Time to be big man. "I-I'm sorry... Let's go out again, but I can't come over... I just... broke up with my boyfriend earlier today."


Danny seemed slightly surprised and a little annoyed, but Craig seemed to be honest about that, and there was a little bit of attraction at least. "Okay... well... I can call you tomorrow then?"


"Of course~" Leaning up Danny gave him a slight kiss on the cheek. Okee bye bye gotta go get my new gay friend and leave this joint.


He got up and stumbled a bit, but waved Danny's aiding hand for help off. Now to pick up his roommate and leave. This whole night Oscar had been acting so strange. First getting upset with him, then dancing... like that... with another guy.


"You know, you're pretty good looking. I always liked a guy with piercings." Chris said, smiling in the same manner Craig did. Craig's honest smile was a slightly crooked smile since he tried to hide it out of embarrassment. "How awful, it's obvious your friend brought you to be a third wheel... Why don't I give you my number hm?" Chris took the liberty of reaching into Oscar's pocket to get his cellphone and he let Oscar watch as he put his number in there. He then slid the phone back in his front pocket. Leaning forward, Chris gave Oscar just a small, quick peck on the lips and that was enough to get him yanked back by the collar of his shirt by a certain angry twin.


"Excuse me, but he has to come home now." Craig quickly grabbed Oscar's hand and pulled him along. The model wasn't sure what angered him most. The fact that his friend was clearly trying to be rebellious towards him, or his drunken laziness. His own jealousy actually got the better of him for once and he actually acted upon it. He never knew his own possessiveness for his roommate until the thought of him getting taken away was a possibility. Craig didn't get even to the door before Chris caught up and grabbed Oscar's other hand to pull him back onto the dance floor. "You have a date. Leave one for the rest of us."


"Trust me, you don't want a straight guy, I'm doing you a favor."


"Straight? Hun I think you are sorely mistaken. Looks to me like you left your friend all alone. Might as well show him some fun while he is out drinking." Chris smirked at Craig's reaction which was only pure jealousy. Yeah, Craig had done that. Left his friend to be a third wheel like the terrible friend he was.


"Tch. He is coming home with me."


"I don't think so."


"Excuse me?"


The obvious sparks between the two were probably enough amusement for Oscar. Had he ever been fought over before? Chris had experienced it many times, but he was never the one fighting over someone else.


"You heard me. Now let go." Chris wrapped his arms around Oscar's arm and leaned against him a bit. "Come on Oscar, let's head to my place."


Craig laughed sarcastically and did the exact same thing. Looks like he'd have to apologize to Danny a lot come morning tomorrow. "Oscar, come on, let's go home."
 
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Oscar had kind of been expecting Craig to grin back at him in a 'you-little-shit' sort of manner, or look disapproving and roll his eyes, something like that, not get all frowny and confused looking. He had a feeling that his sexuality was being brought into question, which considering how he was pressed up against Craig's secret twin, wasn't all that surprising. Given how disgruntled Craig looked, he really just wanted to go over there and calmly explain how he was just having a bisexual panic, and that the whole thing would probably be sorted in the morning when he sobered up and stopped feeling so possessive and jealous of his roommate and realised that he was totally straight. Problem was Chris had his hands secured around Oscar's neck, which made it a teensy bit tricky to move.


When Chris actually told him he was good looking he couldn't help laughing, which he was pretty sure wasn't how he was supposed to react, and someone like Craig would have known how to respond. It just felt so weird having someone, particularly a guy, flirt with him. He wasn't used to it, so he hadn't had Craig's practice in responding, who understandably had probably received more compliments than he had anything else. Don't look back at Craig, his mind warned him mentally. He'd agreed to dance with Chris, and he'd make it the best damn dance possible to make up for the fact that he might be using him. "Third wheeling is my speciality," Oscar said as he watched Chris put his number in his phone, slightly dizzy with surprise, or that could have been the drink.


Turning at the sound of Craig's voice, Oscar just grinned goofily in response to seeing Craig. Shit, he was way more drunk than he'd realised. What the hell had been in those shots? "What happened to Danny?" He asked in confusion as Craig grabbed his hand, which was a really bad idea considering how tipsy he felt, inhibitions down and all. Suddenly dancing with Craig seemed like a great plan, but fortunately he was aware enough of the situation unfolding to stop himself, glancing between the two C's in utter confusion. Why was this happening? Moreover, what the hell was happening? Why was Craig so upset, and why did Chris care about his staying or leaving?


"Guys, guys, calm down," Oscar said, his head reeling as both of them grabbed one of his arms. Craig really shouldn't have gotten that close, but Oscar liked the warmth, liked him holding his arm and- okay, I am way too drunk, I need to go home and lock myself in my room until this whole thing is over. Giving Craig a nod to show he was coming, he turned to Chris, smiled apologetically, and said, "Look, I promised to take Craig home if he needed to go. Thanks for the dance and number. I'll... see you round." Carefully prying his arm free, he then took Craig as he held him by the arm and led the way outside.


The cold night air was a welcome escape after the heat of the club, and his head cleared a little bit. What the actual hell had just happened. "Craig, are you okay? Did Danny do something or-" Oscar said, not understanding why Craig had gotten so angry all of a sudden. Maybe he was angry because of the whole gay dancing thing? Did he feel like Oscar was using gay guys? Because he kind of felt that way too. Maybe they could bond over their mutual feelings that Oscar was being a bastard that night. "Craig, I'm sorry, I just, I figured dancing was alright, right? Like- you were busy, Danny seemed nice. "


Far too far gone to walk home, Oscar signalled as a cab passed and watched it pull up. Holding the door for Craig, he looked at his best mate and really, really hated himself for this. If he could go back to just wanting to be Craig's mate, he would have given anything. Things were so much less confused, and he was so much less of an asshole. Leaning his head against the taxi door, he growled in frustration to himself. "Shit Craig, I'm sorry if- I'm sorry if I ruined your night out and shit. I didn't mean to be an arsehole I just-" I'm just having a gay panic. Also I think I might like you. You know, more than as a best friend and all that shit. Can we make up now? Because I'm terrible at fighting with you. You always win.
 
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"Danny is at the bar. He asked me to go home and I said no. Let's go home." From his tone it probably sounded like they fought a little bit at least but they hadn't. Craig gave Chris quite the ugly, satisfied smile when Oscar agreed to come home with him. He may have even flipped him the bird on the way out. As long as in the end he got Oscar all to himself, Craig won. This was all wrong, he was supposed to cheer Oscar on for getting someone to dance with him, not fight over him.


In the taxi, he didn't want to listen to Oscar's apologies. "Just shut up, dickhead." Craig sat quietly in the cab, leaning against the other window. He still had quite the grip on Oscar's arm, even from afar. The silence just gave him time to fester in his anger. There was no reason for him to be angry. This was all Craig's stupid mind, coming up with such negative thoughts. He was supposed to be happy with his friend who usually struck out. It was selfish of Craig to use Oscar when he was upset but toss him aside the moment a new toy came around. But of course it was hard to change his way of thinking. Oscar was a hell of a better person than him since he was easily saying sorry while Craig continued to have a sour face. During their fairly short cab ride he scooted closer, and closer, until he was up against him and leaning his head on Oscar's shoulder. Even if he was pissed at him, he enjoyed contact. It made him feel better. He payed the cab driver and they headed up to the apartment. He had his arm around Oscar, but that was only to help his drunk ass walk straight.


The sweet silence lasted until he shut the door to their apartment, then he gave Oscar a hard shove on the chest. "What's gotten into you!?" Craig kicked off his shoes at the door then moved forward to give Oscar another shove on the chest. It was never enough to knock him over. "First you comfort me, then you yell at me, then you ditch me at the bar." Craig whined, knowing that was sort of an exaggeration of what actually happened. He was slowly walking Oscar back into their living room between shoving his chest or just walking forward at him. Craig shoved Oscar back on the couch and nearly pounced on him. He just narrowly missed nailing poor Oscar's balls with his knee. "And since when, were you into guys?" He asked, eyes narrowed. He wasn't really offended if Oscar was just playing around and bored. Offended was not how he felt. It was jealousy that was rearing it's ugly head and if Oscar wasn't so drunk he might have been able to catch up on it. "It's one thing if you were just playing around b-but..." Craig bit his lip and stopped talking.


"If you weren't, that pisses me off." He admitted in a much quieter voice now. "How drunk are you?" He held up a finger and waved it slowly in front of Oscar's face. Oscar's eyes were glossy, his cheeks were red, it was obvious he was pretty drunk. Craig sighed and placed his hand on Oscar's cheek. It was hot against his cold hands. "Pretty drunk huh?" Compared to Oscar, he was pretty sober, especially compared to last night.


"I'm sorry, I'm upset, I don't know why." Craig mumbled as he curled up on top of Oscar much like the previous night. Two nights in a row getting hammered. That's probably what raised their tensions. They needed to take it easy for once. The good thing was that Oscar probably wouldn't even remember this fight in the morning, so they wouldn't have to go through the awkward apologizing phase. For now they could simply say they were sorry and not dwell on it. Would Oscar remember anything? He moved his hand from Oscar's cheek to his eyes. He covered them and leaned down to kiss him. Was Oscar just getting anxious to get with someone lately that he would choose even to dance so intimately with a guy? Craig wasn't any better, choosing someone he met earlier that day and considering going home with them.


"If you just wanted to experiment, here you go." Craig leaned in to kiss him again and his first thought was: I like lip rings... He snuggled between Oscar's legs to get comfortable, then he pulled the blanket over them. "If you throw up on me I'll kill you." Craig leaned up and reached over Oscar's head to reach the living room side table to turn the light off.
 
Biting down on another apology, Oscar felt sick as he leant his head against the cold of the taxi window, his stomach knotted tight. He thought Craig really did hate him for a moment, until he started inching closer and leaned up against his side, resting his head on his shoulder. Grateful for the contact and the reassurance that Craig wasn't going to move out the very next day or something, Oscar leaned his head back against his best friend's - they were still best friends, right? Because Oscar reckoned he could be completely straight if that was under threat, and all this would be over - the alcohol making him both nauseous and sleepy, and Craig's hair smelt like shampoo and Craig.


Oscar had to acknowledge that he'd overstepped his alcohol limits when his walking was nearly as bad as Craig's got when he was drunk, and he was stocky and prone to being pretty solid when drunk, not walking in a zig-zag like this. Hell, even his walk wasn't straight anymore. He was all ready to go and collapse on his bed or the sofa and mope when out of nowhere Craig went from silent to shoving him in the chest, shouting. He caught his hands the second time, not thinking he could take another shove emotionally speaking. He wasn't angry, but he was, he wasn't sure anymore, too drunk and confused to deal with confrontation right now.


"Ditch you?" He repeated. "Ditch you? I think you'll find I was ditched for tall dark and hipster. What happened to the Dino-duo's night out?" Wow, when did he get so ugly with his words? Go back to humour, go back to anything that wasn't shouting at Craig. Jesus Christ, just a few hours ago he'd been violated by Keegan, nothing was right about shouting at him in that moment. Letting Craig push him about now, because heck he probably deserved to be punched, Oscar slumped back into the sofa, glad his balls were spared from Craig's rage.


"I'm not into guys!" Oscar protested on automatic. "Or at least, I was just dancing with your evil twin to psyche you out, revenge for dragging me unawares into a gay bar. It was supposed to be a laugh, not piss you off." Now would be the prime time to tell Craig. Right now, when he might be drunk enough to forget it, or at least not to freak out any more. But how was he supposed to say it? I'd much rather have danced with you? Maybe we should just check I'm not into guys by you kissing me?


Craig's fingers were kind of out of focus, his hand on Oscar's cheek icy cold but welcome nonetheless. He still didn't get why Craig was so upset, he just wanted to appease him. "I'm sorry," he said again, despite being banned from apologising. "The last thing I wanted to do tonight was upset you. Everything just got so screwed up." Dammit, this friendship was the best thing that had happened to him, so why did he have to go mess it up? When Craig covered his eyes, he became convinced he was going to follow it up by throttling him, and really hoped he didn't, since this seemed like the world's shittiest way to go out.


"Craig, don't-" Oscar warned, his breath hitching in his throat as Craig kissed him. Was this some kind of test, or a joke, or was Craig just really drunk too? Oscar really didn't want to kiss him back, because he knew what that said, but then Craig did it again and he couldn't help it, pushing up onto his elbows to lean into him. It was drunken and slightly sloppy, but still the best damn thing in the world as Oscar basically became a maiden in a crappy-as-fuck romance novel and melted into Craig, sighing into his lips in an unspoken finally. Took you bloody long enough.


With Craig between his legs, Oscar was pretty sure something embarrassing was going to be detected so he tried to shift Craig's weight to no avail. "You think," he said slowly, his words slurred, "You think you can kiss me and then kill me? I must be a shittier kisser than I thought." Between the blanket and the guy curled up on top of him, Oscar was fantastically warm and sleepy. With drunk judgement he tugged Craig back down away from the lamp and kissed him again, because he guessed he was busted now anyway so why the hell not?


"Please tell me you don't hate me," Oscar said in a low voice, feeling incredibly needy since he'd just exposed his soul and everything, and maybe he'd just outed himself a bit. "Because I don't hate you, even though I was an asshole. That was just me being my lovely charming self."
 
He tried to pull his hands away from Oscar's grasp, like a pouting, angry child. It wasn't right for him to be shoving Oscar around. It wasn't right for him to take his anger out on Oscar when it wasn't particularly Oscar that he was upset with. There was so much on his mind, but none of it was an excuse to shove Oscar around. Craig's face went from angry to upset at himself in less than a second. "N-No... Oscar, no, Dino-duo is..." Oh god that really hurt. He didn't want to be upset at poor Oscar like this. He wanted his dino-duo. "Y-You idiot! Just... because I..." He thought about what he had been ready to yell. Just because I go off with other guys doesn't mean we can't be the dino-duo. Craig's track record with that was terrible because whenever he could choose boy booty over dino booty, he would. He'd never fought with Oscar before, so neither of them knew how to actually sit down and talk about something honestly.


"W-What? My evil tw-- He looked nothing like me! That hussy!" Craig would rather watch reruns of Friends than admit that Chris had looked like him. "I-I know it was supposed to be funny!" He said rather hysterically. "B-But it wasn't!" Unfortunately he couldn't explain why it wasn't funny without probably leading Oscar on.


Craig didn't know what he expected from kissing his friend. He felt a tiny sense of relief when Oscar didn't kiss him back. But the second one... he did... For a drunk guy, he was a surprisingly good kisser too, although it was a little sloppy. It wasn't something he hated and prat of that scared him. He tried to gauge whether it was because Oscar was drunk, or if this was something he actually wanted. To be honest, if Craig was piss drunk, then he would probably lean into the kiss of someone he didn't like in that manner, even a female. But Oscar's reaction was just too darn cute and rather genuine. He never heard anyone actually sigh into one of his kisses before. Typically he would feel his partner's lips turn into a smirk, or immediately press harder. The only times he got soft kisses were when a game of gay chicken went too far with Oscar, or someone decent actually came along.


Craig wasn't sure where to put his hands, so he placed them on Oscar's shoulders. If he needed to, he could push him back, or push himself off, but... he could also pull him closer. Even with Oscar's shifting, there wasn't much he could do to move. The couch was small and the only way he could be comfortable was like this. Good thing he hadn't caught on to why Oscar was wiggling about. Even he was surprised by how good the second kiss had felt. When he pulled back that time he let their noses still touch and their lips hovered together for a moment. Craig bit his lip slightly as he looked anywhere but Oscar's eyes. He felt shy, to say the least, but he still tried his best to hold it back. Everyone knew that shy meant he was flirting.


He didn't have time to respond to what Oscar said, because he was pulled down into a lovely kiss. Don't do this, don't lead him on. What are you doing, stop this! Craig gripped Oscar's shoulder a little tighter, as if preparing to push himself back, but instead, he wrapped his arms around Oscar's neck and leaned into the kiss. What he felt was a mix between wanting Oscar, and a bit of wanting anyone.


He is just experimenting, like you allowed.


He is just drunk and doesn't realize what's going on.


He is just doing it to make you happy.


"I don't hate you, Oscar." He shut him up with another kiss and once Oscar had quieted down he pulled back. "I know you don't hate me. You were very charming and very lovely." You always are, you loser. That's why I was upset. The cat was out of the bag. He wasn't that stupid. But he sort of wasn't getting the whole picture. So somehow, at some point in time, Oscar had gotten curious about him. Whether that was actual romantic feelings, or just wanting to kiss and touch a bit, he wasn't sure. But either way, at some point, something had changed and he wondered what that was.


It was the same for him though. He had just tucked it away, thinking Oscar was as straight as they come. It would be pointless to admit that at a few points in time he had been crushing on Oscar. What about now? At this very moment, he was tipsy, Oscar was drunk and they were both up for kissing. "I hope you aren't upset with me, for being a big, jealous brat." I'm just as confused as you are. Craig removed his sweatshirt before he overheated and passed out. The blanket would be enough. He would have removed his stiff denim jeans, but then maybe things would have gotten a little awkward and Oscar might have been mistaking his getting undressed for something else.


"I'm sorry I'm selfish." Craig mumbled as he laid down on Oscar. It was awkward, with the light still on. Oscar could see him blushing, see him acting shy without the acting part. Was it so wrong to miss a tender touch? Especially after being roughly handled earlier, and pretty much dealing with that for the majority of his relationships. He moved up Oscar's body and gave him another kiss. This time he peeked open his eyes to look into Oscars.
 
Jesus Christ. The downstairs problem really became an actual problem when a sweaterless Craig started kissing him, shifting in his lap and going all red and adorable and so very, very Craig. What Oscar liked best, however, - amazing kissing aside - was that he hadn't started acting like he did with guys at bars, laughing too much and being flirty and shy. Well, maybe he was both of those things, but it felt real. Or maybe it was just because Oscar was feeling the same way, with a hell of a lot of confusion poured on top, like evil, mind-fucking syrup.


"I don't think I could ever be upset with you," Oscar mumbled, feeling pathetic and hopelessly romantic and like Craig was about to realise he was a real mess when it came down to his best friend, who he'd probably let walk all over him if he wanted to. Esh. Wasn't he supposed to be the tough, hardcore one, and Craig the one who got to have breakdowns over boys? "And stop putting yourself down you gigantic dino-loser. You're not selfish, you're-" Oscar couldn't think of an accurate adjective that didn't sounds cliche and cheesy, so instead he decided to roll with it, donning a big, goofy grin and being purposefully theatrical as he said with an eskimo kiss, "wonderful."


Receiving yet another kiss, really doing rather well for himself that evening, Oscar hesitantly rested a hand on the small of Craig's back, hoping he wasn't pushing anything too far or giving him triggers of what had occurred earlier. On that note he remembered what had occurred earlier that day, and how quickly Craig had taken to Danny. Oscar had genuinely been concerned that his sudden infatuation had been facilitated by the hurt he was feeling, and shitting shit, what if this was the same case? Fuck, was he taking advantage of Craig right then? Whilst he was confident he was the drunker of the pair, Craig had been through all sorts that day and-


Gently pushing Craig off, Oscar swallowed and tried to cool down whilst avoiding Craig's gaze so that he might not realise just how deep Oscar was in. "Maybe... doing this drunk... isn't a great idea." Things will get awkward. You're probably traumatised. I'm really winning the asshole trophy tonight. Holy shit, Oscar realised, I just made-out with Craig.


Alarm bells going crazy, Oscar felt a little ill, and then a whole lot ill. Awkwardly slipping out from under Craig, apologising feebly, he stumbled over to the bathroom and just made it in time to vomit. Slumped on the toilet bowl, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and flushed away the contents. I am the epitome of human filth right now. Why doesn't God just kill me instead of screwing around?


Tempted to just pass out there and then so he did have to face Craig, Oscar weighed up which was worse, waking up in a toilet or waking up next to Craig, and then after washing his mouth out so he didn't stink he retreated back to the sofa. "Mind if I join you or... whatever?" Oscar asked, too drunk to be coherent anymore, sneaking in back under the blanket. "Tomorrow morning is going to be fun," he croaked with a whole batch of sarcasm, gently putting an arm around Craig's waist and holding onto him because tonight was probably going to be the only night that would ever happen, and fuck it, they really were amazing cuddle buddies, shouting, vomiting, and kissing aside. "I can... try and make bacon or something... tomorrow," Oscar said as he struggled to keep his eyes open, yawning. He tried to say something clever and witty to end it on a good note, but his mind went blank, and within a couple of seconds, he was asleep.
 
Craig felt his heart race and he was a little at a loss for words when he was called wonderful. Was he? He tried to think back to any compliments Danny gave him back at the bar, but aside from compliments about his looks or suggestions of things that might look good on him, there weren't many about his personality. When was the last time someone genuinely left him speechless? To think that his best dino-mate was being so sweet, it baffled him. "If anyone is a gigantic dino-loser, that's you... but that's okay." Craig was equally a hopeless romantic and unfortunately that usually showed only around Oscar. As if it were a button, the moment Oscar touched the small of his back, he shied away. It wasn't because he didn't want it, just the thought of his best mate, holding him so gently, so intimately, was so embarrassing. Craig moved his hands to Oscar's neck. They slid up to the side of his head and he held him in place there.


They were drunk, of course this felt right. Craig couldn't confidently say that he was sober enough to stop this. But he was sober enough to say this was going well. It wasn't sloppy groping and heavy uncomfortable petting. So actually, when that all changed, he felt a little scared that he screwed up. Craig wanted to hear more compliments like this, and be held. Maybe not intimately, but he wanted to feel Oscar's arms around him in a less friend way. Screw the shoulders, he wanted to be held at the hips. Craig couldn't really argue though, because hew knew it wasn't a great idea to do this while Oscar was drunk. Things were obviously heating up and both of them were itching for more than a bit of kissing. Though, he didn't assume it was because Oscar was looking out for his wellbeing.


He sat up and rubbed his arm awkwardly. He let Oscar get up and prayed in his head that he'd make it to the bathroom. Thank goodness he did. While poor Oscar was throwing up the alcohol and shitty diner food, Craig went to the kitchen to get two water bottles to place by the couch. He also took out headache medicine. He awkwardly sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands. He just made out with Oscar, and it had been one of the best make out sessions he ever had. Not because Oscar was the most skill full, but because he was by far the sweetest person he'd ever kissed. Oscar hadn't tried to show dominance like Keegan usually would, which would lead to a bitten lip. That goofy grin, his corny theatrical pause... He rubbed at his eyes which were getting a little watery. This was all wrong. Everything about this was wrong.


Now he was scared that maybe Oscar would just slink off to his bedroom which was right next to the bathroom and go to sleep without coming back. Oscar was gone for maybe five minutes at most and during those five minutes he was ready to break down with worry. He pulled the blanket around himself and stared down at the water bottles he placed on the table. When Oscar came back he quickly stood up, looking surprised. "Oscar..." He said quickly, stopping himself before he sounded desperate. He let Oscar lay down first, then he crawled in front of him. This time they were spooning, with Oscar's arm around his waist. The amount of guys, Keegan included, that didn't want to actually cuddle looked like worse shit compared to Oscar now. "Yeah..." He mumbled, knowing damn well that tomorrow was going to just be batches of fun. Craig wanted to turn around and kiss Oscar one last time. Even after vomiting, it's not like Oscar was bad enough not to wash his mouth out with a lot of mouth wash. But instead, he just placed a hand over Oscars and squeezed it a little. He snuggled back into him.


Lucky for Oscar, who vomited before he was asleep, Craig was woken up bright and early that morning and had to bolt to the bathroom to throw up. Clearly his stomach didn't appreciate appletinis and spicy burgers. Not only did he wake up with a mouthful of shit, but he woke up with a mindful of memories that he shouldn't have had. He took a cold shower and dressed in a polo and jeans. Today he had a photoshoot and thank god it was a solo. Also thank god that he had make up artists and editors because his eyes looked like that of a racoon. He trudged into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Like it were clock work, he took out the pack of bacon, the carton of eggs and some vegetables and cheese. From the pantry he got out a few potatoes. It was hard to believe that he was even trying to cook when his eyes were barely going in the same direction. He really debated calling out of work, especially when he saw there was a message from Keegan on his phone. There was also a few from Danny, asking him if he got home safe. Craig just replied a quick yes and mentioned a nasty hang over.


The problem was not his hangover. It was the lump on the couch who also had a nasty hangover. The smell of breakfast and coffee would probably wake the bear. He set out two plates once he finished making his hash browns, bacon, and veggie and cheese omelets. Wouldn't be complete without coffee and toast of course. Despite the hang over and problem with work, he was a little bit excited for this morning. It wasn't a sing songy excitement, but a very shy, curious excitement. He went over the living room with a cool wet face cloth and placed it over Oscar's head. "I made breakfast. Come eat while it's hot..." He said, in a softer tone than he would have on a typical day. Not that he always woke Oscar by shoving him off the couch, but that was his method of choice. That or the spray bottle he kept in the kitchen.


Craig remembered most from last night. That goofy smile, that third kiss, being pulled down onto Oscar and of course being cuddled by the best cuddle buddy in the world. He didn't say anything, nor did he plan to, if Oscar didn't remember. They were best friends, and even if Oscar kissed him last night, he was fooling himself. He wasn't gay, he couldn't be. Sexual frustration was the most logical answer. That, and lots of alcohol. Though, if he could get those reactions out of him again, that lovely, goofy smile, those sweet kisses, he'd get him drunk all over again. It hurt him to think that it was probably for the best if he let Oscar go off and find a girlfriend instead.
 
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