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Remember when Fred disappeared into a bathroom during the pool party Mark and Kate hooked up (What Happens at the Pool Party Part 1)? Aaron went to check in on him. I wonder what they got up to... This story takes place just after Mark and Kate part ways. All characters are over 18 and totally fictional. Thanks for reading!

There was a tentative knock at the door and Fred jolted his head up.

"Yeah?" he croaked out, voice rough.

"It's me," Aaron said with a slight slur.

"Kay," Fred groaned and let his head fall back down.

Aaron came into the bathroom clutching two water bottles and a roll of paper towels. He pushed the door closed with his body.

"Oh shit," he said. "Fred, you took your clothes off."

Fred opened his bleary eyes and glanced down at himself.

"Yeah," he said huskily. "I got puke on my...myself. I put 'em in the tub."

He groaned and stifled an uncomfortable burp.

"Oh...OK," Aaron said, glancing in the tub where a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants floated in some discolored water. "Gross," he muttered.

"Sorry to ruin a good time, Aaron," Fred said, pillowing his head on his arm. "I think I'm just gonna bunk in here tonight."

"S'okay."

Aaron patted Fred's thigh as he got down on his hands and knees to clean up vomit from around the toilet.

"Fuck, Aaron don't do that, come on." Fred tried to sit up and the room spun wildly to the side. "Aw shit."

He lunged for the toilet and Aaron held him up, preventing more spillage.

"Oh my god," Fred groaned.

Aaron swiped a paper towel across his friend's mouth and flushed the toilet. He finished wiping up the mess and deposited the paper towels into the garbage can then fell back heavily against the tub.

He was also very, very drunk. He had slowed down a bit when he noticed Mark and Kate pulling back, but he apparently hadn't slowed enough. Fred had only gone harder after Jennifer's call. He lowered himself from the toilet seat and lay down on Aaron's lap.

"I still feel so fucking drunk. Even after hurling my guts out," Fred moaned. "What if I have alcohol poisoning?"

Aaron shook his head.

"Nah, I don't think you have it. My friend Jasper got alcohol poisoning at a frat party we went to once and it was...it was really fucking scary."

Aaron leaned his head back and sighed.

"S'he OK?" Fred asked quietly.

"Yeah, I called a fucking ambulance. Those frat guys...were so pissed. But I'm just glad my friend didn't die," Aaron said.

Fred grunted against Aaron's leg.

"HeyyAaron," Fred slurred.

Aaron cracked an eye open.

"Yeah?" Aaron replied

.

His stomach was roiling but he forced himself to sip from one of the water bottles he brought in.

"Remember...remember when we were kids? And Mark broke his arm? And I stayed at your house?" Fred asked.

"Yeah," Aaron said.

"Remember when we went to bed, and you watched TV and rubbed my back till I fell asleep?" Fred continued quietly, slurring his words.

"Yeah, I remember Fred," Aaron confirmed.

"Can you do that again? That back rubbing thing?" Fred asked.

"Right now?" Aaron asked looking down at the side of Fred's head, his eyes closed, nestled into Aaron's lap.

"Yeah, I just can't relax. I think that rubbing is like, the most relaxing thing I've ever felt in my life," Fred said.

"Clearly you've never had a professional massage," Aaron joked.

"Fucking dick, will you just rub my back?" Fred grumbled.

"Sure."

Aaron adjusted his seat, scooching lower. Fred laced his arms around one of Aaron's thighs and snuggled his back closer to his reach. Aaron's breath hitched as Fred's body rubbed against him. He was suddenly acutely aware that his friend was lying comfortably against his leg. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he ran his fingers over Fred's spine slowly. Fred moaned at the touch and Aaron felt him relax under his fingertips.

"Yeah, thass nice," Fred groaned out.

Aaron stared down at his fingers for a while as he stroked up and down Fred's spine. Fred relaxed but didn't seem to fall asleep. He wasn't talking much, just making sounds, moaning and whimpering as Aaron's hand moved over his skin.

Aaron's mind wandered back to Jasper, thinking of the numerous times they had come so close to making out, hooking up. Aaron had always pushed him away.

"Your hands are so soft," Fred whimpered out.

He shifted his hips and Aaron's gaze drifted to his boxer shorts. His hugely tented boxer shorts.

"Fred," Aaron whispered as he pulled his hand away and Fred opened his eyes blearily.

"What?" Fred asked.

"Uh..."

Aaron gestured down to his boxers, tight around his stiff cock, the tip of which was nearly poking through the opening, a strip of darkly flushed skin showing through. That made Aaron think of Jasper again and his chest tightened painfully.

"Oh, fuck," Fred said bringing a hand to his erection, trying to tuck it away from the opening. He shuddered as his hand gripped himself. "I was thinking about Kate in her tiny fucking suit. That was wild today huh?"

"Yeah, it was," Aaron said.

His eyes pricked and he brought his hands up to his eyes, pressing the heels there. Fred tilted his head up to look at Aaron.

"You OK man?" Fred struggled to sit up. "You gonna start puking now?"

Aaron shook his head.

"What's...what's wrong? Are you crying?" Fred asked.

Aaron paused then nodded.

"Why? What did I say?" Fred asked.

Aaron shook his head.

"I was thinking about Jasper," Aaron said.

"I thought you said he didn't die," Fred said confused.

"He didn't. It's something else," Aaron groaned.

"Aaron, come on. Tell me," Fred moaned, reaching out a hand to his shoulder.

Aaron thought of how he had walked away from Jasper, cutting him out of his life because of his own fears. He had ignored a call from him just this morning as he got ready for the pool party. He wondered how his life might be different if he had found the courage to tell Jasper he was gay, that he had a huge crush on him.

Would he still be back in Arizona living with Jasper, kissing him, loving him...fucking him? He sure as hell wouldn't be here, staring down at Fred's huge boner over Kate and Madison. Why couldn't he just tell his friends who he was? Why couldn't he tell his parents? Why was he so fucking afraid all the time? So far therapy seemed to be doing the opposite of helping him. It just seemed to be dredging up everything that he'd managed to keep a tight hold on for so long.

As his thoughts spun through his mind Aaron let out a sob, pulling his knees up and resting his forehead there. Fred sat next to him, erection long gone, rubbing his back. He snaked his arm across his shoulders.

"C'mere," Fred slurred. He pulled Aaron close to him, pressing his head to his shoulder. "You're OK man. Don't cry, iss OK."

Aaron sobbed into the crook of his neck; his arms slung low around his friend's torso. Fred's hands traced up and down his spine slowly. He kept muttering to him about how he was alright. Suddenly Aaron felt the warm, moist press of Fred's lips against his temple. He opened his eyes and glanced down at Fred's lap again, where a hard bulge was forming in his boxers again.

"Fred," he groaned through his tears.

"It's OK."

Fred's hands ran down his back, his fingers tracing along the waistband of Aaron's pajama pants, before tracking back up. Fred pressed another kiss to Aaron's temple, then to his cheek, one lightly on his ear. Aaron sucked in a breath, his chest tightening and his cock thickening. Fred planted a kiss on Aaron's neck.

"Oh god," Fred groaned out breathily.

He pressed more kisses to Aaron's neck and shoulders, his hands constantly moving up and down his back. His cock was fully erect now, straining against the fabric of his boxers again.

"Fred," Aaron whined.

Fred's tongue flicked out and traced up his neck to his ear. Aaron gasped out a quick breath and felt his cock drip.

"Oh fuck," Fred moaned, his hips pushed forward against Aaron's leg a dark, wet spot appearing at the tip of his tented boxers. Fred whimpered and Aaron put a tentative hand on his thigh. "Ahh...yeah, A-Aaron," Fred groaned.

He rested his forehead on Aaron's shoulder, chest heaving. Aaron's heart was pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing wildly in his pajama pants, staining them with a dark wet spot matching Fred's. Aaron waited for Fred to resume his kissing, his licking. It was out of nowhere and unexpected, Aaron knew he should put a stop to it. But he was feeling horny and sad. Generally, a bad combo for him, leading to poor choices.

He waited, keeping absolutely still aside from his twitching cock and heaving chest until he heard a slight snore from Fred. He had passed out on his shoulder.

"Oh, my fucking god," Aaron groaned.

He scraped his hand down his face and took a deep breath. It was probably for the best, he told himself. Fred had passed out before they did something that would have been...very awkward the next morning.

~~~~

Fred woke with a start. His cock was painfully erect, dripping profusely in his boxers, a pounding headache was just starting behind his eyes.

"What the fuck?" he groaned looking around. He was in one of the guest rooms at Aaron's house. Aaron.

He had been taking care of him in the bathroom, right? He couldn't remember properly through the black haziness. But his cock twitched and dripped as he thought of Aaron. Fred shook his head very slowly and switched the image in his brain from Aaron to Kate and Madison in their tiny bikinis. He shoved his hands into his boxers, one gripping his cock as it softened a fraction.

"Ah, come one," he muttered, feeling a heavy ache in his balls.

His mind flashed back to Aaron and his cock hardened again, dripping with precum.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned, trailing his fingers over the head.

One hand stroked up and down his steely shaft. His other hand cupped his aching balls and massaged them carefully.

"What's happening?" he grunted as his cock twitched to the thought or maybe vague memory of licking Aaron's neck.

Oh god did he really do that? His dick dripped more as if in confirmation and his hips bucked, his hand working up and down quickly.

He whimpered and kicked off the blankets, pulling his boxers off quickly. He planted his feet on the mattress, knees held apart as he kneaded at his balls and rubbed his hard cock in long firm strokes. His hips began to buck rhythmically as he thought of Aaron in so many different compromising positions. He landed on an image of Aaron with his mouth full of Fred's cock.

"OH, yeah!" Fred ground out. "Oh fuck!"

He tugged hard at his cock as his balls pulled tight to his body. Quickly on a whim, he grabbed one of the stiff throw pillows and straddled the thing. He gripped at the bedsheets as he rubbed his solid dripping cock on the pillow roughly, rolling his hips quickly. He clamped one hand over his cock and pumped his hips hard imagining Aaron on all fours in front of him. His breathing came hard and fast as his hips pumped wildly against his hand and the pillow.

"Oh, ah, ughnn, fuckfuckfuck, Aaron, Aaron, fuck!" Fred groaned through clenched teeth.

He felt his cock harden more and as the swollen tip popped past the crushing grip of his hand it spurted sending rivulets of cum across the pillow.

"AH!" Fred gasped out, rolling his hips in time with his orgasm eyes clenched closed, visualizing burying his hard, hot spurting cock deep into Aaron's ass.

He pumped his hips a few more times, as the spurts of his cum became weaker and his orgasm ebbed away.

"Oh, fuck."

Fred burped and swallowed against the bile that rose in his throat. The room spun and he realized he was still drunk. He glanced at the clock, it was 3am. The room spun again, his stomach rolled and heaved. He clapped a hand to his mouth as he pulled the sheet from his bed and booked it to the bathroom.

~~~~

Aaron had managed not get sick overnight, but he lay tentatively in his bed, too afraid to move. His stomach was rolling like an angry ocean. He knew Patty would be in the kitchen making breakfast. She'd had the day of the party off but came back that morning to make the hungover kids brunch.

The smell of coffee wafted through the air and Aaron's stomach actually growled. He sat up carefully assessing the situation. He wondered if anyone was up yet. It was only 10am and he knew Fred had been pretty wasted last night.

The thought of Fred's tongue running up his neck sent a wave of warmth nestling into his stomach. He sighed and snatched his cell phone scrolling to Jasper's contact. His finger hovered over the call button as tears pricked his eyes. His chest tightened, his mind racing, telling him the most awful shit. The need to pop a Warhead was strong. His stomach turned violently with anxiety.

"Fuck," he muttered.

He flipped his phone closed and squeezed his eyes shut, taking deep breaths, but his mind wouldn't shut up.

"I'm not gonna. I'm not gonna call him," he moaned.

But his stomach continued to roll over and over more and more violently until he turned and lunged for the garbage can by his desk. In the end he couldn't decide if it was anxiety or the hangover that made him sick. He ended up vomiting twice more before he got his teeth brushed, dressed and headed downstairs to meet his friends at the dining room table.

Fred was sitting in a chair, wearing sunglasses, his head tipped back, a steaming cup of coffee in front of him.

"Good morning," Aaron grumbled.

A chorus of half-hearted 'heys' greeted him. Madison had her head down on the table.

"That's the last time I try to keep up with Fred," she grumbled. "I barely saw my bed at all last night."

Mark and Kate looked the best by far and Aaron noticed them exchanging glances as they ate the breakfast that Patty had placed in front of them.

"How'd you do last night?" Madison asked Aaron.

"Was a little rough this morning," Aaron admitted with a shrug.

Fred slowly turned his head toward him.

"You OK?" he asked quietly.

Aaron couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Yeah, just hungover I guess," Aaron said.

Patty brought him a cup of coffee.

"Last one up, Aaron! Some host!" she joked.

"Sorry, Patty. Thanks for cooking," he said with a smile. "I don't know if I'm hungry..."

"You need bacon, toast, and a banana," she decided.

Fred groaned and tried a sip of coffee.

"That sounds great," Aaron lied. "Thanks again Patty."

She smiled and gave his shoulder a squeeze then went to the kitchen. The sun was shining in through the windows and everyone seemed very bothered by it.

"Dammit," Fred groaned. "The sun wasn't pointing here when I sat down."

He stood slowly with a labored breath and walked over towards the seat next to Aaron. He sat down with an alcohol scented huff.

"You doing OK Fred?" Aaron asked.

"I feel like utter, absolute and total shit," Fred said. "Fuck, I don't even remember much after Jennifer's fucking call."

He took off his sunglasses and tossed them on the table, rubbing his eyes roughly.

"You don't? So, you don't remember being in the bathroom?" Aaron asked.

"I was in the bathroom a lot last night Aaron," Fred said turning his gaze to his friend.

"Ah, I see. Sucks," Aaron said.

"My own fault. I shouldn't have lost control like that," Fred said with an exhausted shrug.

His gaze flicked to the table. Memories of the previous night were fragmented, and he couldn't discern what was real and what had been a dream. The first thing he could remember clearly was waking up and masturbating while thinking about Aaron, which he pushed out of his mind quickly. But before that, he couldn't put the pieces together, he knew he'd gotten very sick, and Aaron had been taking care of him. Then the next thing he knew he woke up in bed somehow horny and sick at the same time.

"Need anything?" Aaron asked.

"Nah, I think I'll probably puke again if I try to eat," Fred admitted.

Aaron huffed out a laugh while Fred watched him for a moment out the corner of his eye. He was acting normal, so everything Fred thought he recalled about last night, the licking, the kissing, the scent of him... must have been some crazy drunk dream. He couldn't believe that Aaron's anxiety would allow him to act this normal if he had done what he thought he did last night. So, he'd just have to chalk this up to a fluke. Sometimes he'd get turned on by guys, no big deal, right? It happened to everyone, he was sure. Fred shrugged and Aaron looked at him strangely.

"What's up?" Aaron asked.

"No, nothing," Fred sputtered. "Just recovering from last night."

Patty set a plate in front of Aaron with several crispy bacon strips, sourdough toast and a banana on it.

"Oh god," Fred groaned.

"Sorry," Aaron said, inching his plate away from him. "You sure you don't want just one bacon?"

"No, I'm good," Fred said. He slouched down in his chair and rested his head on Aaron's shoulder. "I'll just rest here for a bit."

"Sure thing," Aaron said.

He sipped his coffee then nibbled on the bacon, feeling the cords of his anxiety loosen.

Fred didn't remember, everything would be fine.

Everything was normal.

Thanks again for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little extra bit of pool party fun!