By C.L. Finn

He hadn't had that much to drink-- only two beers, plus the one in his hand. So he couldn't figure out why the world seemed so off center. Really, everything had been out of whack since last year. Since DOG.

Everything had changed after that. He'd told his father to fuck off and after graduation he'd gotten a job waiting tables until he could figure out what he really wanted to do with his life. He'd been happy with Leah until she figured out that maybe she really was a lesbian, and while she'd loved Daisy, David really wasn't what she wanted. Doofer had gone off to France, and Adam… well.

When the Klaus job fell through, Adam had decided to go to law school and he'd gotten an off-campus apartment with Patty, but that hadn't been the biggest change. Dave wasn't clear on the details but something had happened while Adam was Adina and by the end of Spring term, he'd suddenly decided he was gay. Dave was cool with that. He was. Adam was his best friend, he could accept it.

He couldn't figure out why his certainty was wavering tonight. Why his world was so much further out of whack than usual lately. He thought it might be Halloween--everyone dressed up, the air cold and clear--or it might just be too much beer. Whatever it was, he found himself nervous, lurking in the corners of Adam's apartment, watching the party go on around him. Watching the host.

Well, hostess would be more accurate because Adina had made a return engagement in honor of the holiday. Adam had said on the phone that he kind of missed her and this was a great excuse to dust off the wig and have some fun. Dave had simply laughed and pulled out the old vampire costume that he'd worn for the past three years. When he got to the party though, he'd been faced with this new sex-kitten Lolita version of Adina.

This Adina was entirely different from the awkward, perpetually irritated person Adam had been last year while dressed up in drag. This Adina was dressed in an obscenely short plaid skirt, a thin cotton shirt tied at his waist, showing off a well-toned belly, and fucking white knee-high socks with black platform shoes. The blond wig had been fashioned into two little braids that framed Adam's throat, calling attention to his adam's apple, and his chest was flat under the thin cotton of his shirt. He wasn't even trying to fool anyone into believing he was a woman this time. Dave watched him clap Johnson on the back and laugh in his loud, deep voice. It was all a big gender-fuck.

And it was really, seriously fucking with Dave.

Deciding he really needed another beer, Dave made his way around the edge of the room and ducked into the kitchen. He pulled a beer out of the sink-full of ice and leaned up against the counter, running the cold bottle over his forehead before opening it and guzzling half the bottle at once. It helped, but it wasn't quite enough to settle the thoughts that were whirling around in his brain. He closed his eyes and breathed deep, trying to will them away.

"Dave."

Fuck.

"Adam," he answered, opening his eyes. Adam--Adina, whatever--crossed the room and grabbed a beer, leaning up against the counter next to Dave, cocking his hip in some obscene manner that made Dave feel the need to stare at the ridiculous Hot Men of the NFL calendar hanging on the other side of the room. Adam had sworn to him that the calendar belonged to Patty. Dave wasn't sure whether to believe him or not.

"What's with the lurking, dude?"

Dave shrugged. "Dunno. Just feeling anti-social tonight."

"Uh huh," Adam answered. "And the reason you've said about three words to me all night is…?"

"Which part of anti-social did you not understand?" Dave set his bottle down on the counter and moved away, wiping his damp hands on his jeans. He circled around the kitchen table, grabbing a tortilla chip from the near-empty bowl that had been deposited in here.

Adam was silent for a few minutes and it made Dave nervous for some reason he couldn't name. When he looked up at Adam, he found he was being watched. Adam had his arms crossed over his chest and his ankles crossed in front of him, causing his hips to jut out in such a way that made it really clear just what was under that skirt.

"This all really bothers you, huh?"

"What?"

"Me. Being gay. Dressing up as Adina."

"Dude, this is not Adina. I don't know what the hell it is, but…"

"But it's a little too real? A little too me? A little too in your face? What Dave?" Adam's voice had gone cold and Dave knew he was in real danger here.

"I don't know. It's just… weird."

"Weird. Right. What happened to Mister New Age Sensitive Guy? Mister it's cool with me if you're gay? Mister I support you one hundred percent? All bullshit, is that is it?"

Adam was standing up now, hands on his hips, legs apart, biceps flexing under the white cotton of his shirt, and… fuck. Dave was really seriously in trouble.

And really, seriously hard.

"No!" he said, moving to keep the table between them as Adam moved toward him. "I'm not… it's not like that. I don't care if you're gay, man. I meant that. It's just… all this…" He waved his hand in Adam's direction. "With the skirt and the bellybutton and… all this sexy shit!"

He knew as soon as he said it that he'd fucked up big time. Adam froze for a second and then grinned, moving around the table with more serious intent.

"You think I'm sexy?" he asked in a weird deep voice that frankly scared the shit out of Dave.

"No, I didn't mean it that way." Dave moved to his left quickly, trying to keep the table between them, but Adam feinted left and then went right, catching Dave with a hand on his chest, grabbing a hold of his shirt before he could move away.

"What way did you mean it, Dave?" Adam pushed against him, backing him up into the counter and holding him there.

"Don't… just…" he tried to protest, but Adam was looking down and at that point it was pretty much useless to protest because he was hard as a rock inside his jeans. "Fuck."

Adam grinned liked a predator. "Is that what you want?"

"No! Just…" Dave had no idea what he was going to say, or even what he wanted to say. The world was no longer tilting, it was off its fucking axis. The hell with it, he thought.

And then he was kissing Adina. Adam. Whatever. Just kissing, and it was tongue and the taste of beer and chips and it was the dirtiest, sweetest kiss he could remember having. He wrapped his arms around Adam and pulled him in, those fucking legs in knee-socks tangling up around his, Adam's arms coming up around Dave's neck.

Before he even knew it, he had a hand up under the skirt, cupping a muscular, definitely not fat, ass. The feel of cotton briefs was familiar in a completely unfamiliar way, and Dave had presence of mind to thank God that Adam wasn't wearing some kind of silky lingerie under there. Because that would be weird. Unfamiliar in a completely familiar way. Or something. Dave's brain hurt. Other parts of him were perfectly happy.

Adam pulled away and moved to suck at Dave's neck. He leaned his head back and groaned. "What the fuck are we doing?"

"I dunno, Dave. What do you want to do?" Adam said against his throat then moved up to his ear. "You want me to suck your cock?"

Oh fuck. This was insane. Holy fucking shit. This was completely insane even if his dick did love the idea.

"Um," he said, thinking he might protest. "Okay."

"Yeah?" Adam asked, pulling back and looking at Dave seriously.

Dave just nodded at him, too stunned to speak. Why not? It's not like getting his cock sucked would make him gay. It's not like he was going to do any sucking. Why the hell not?

Adam kissed him again and then slid down his body, fucking slid, rubbing up against him all the way like some sort of fucking pole-dancer. He made quick work of button and zipper and pulled Dave out with hands still cool from his beer bottle, which helped a little, but then there was hot breath on him and he had to lock his knees and grab the counter to stay upright.

Adam didn't fuck around and Dave had to give him credit for that. He licked the head of Dave's cock once and then swallowed it, and holy fuck, where did he learn to do that? But it was so typical of Adam, the guy who put very little effort into things and was just naturally good at them. Like football and trigonometry. And gay sex apparently. Jesus.

Dave had to bite down on his lip to keep from being really, really loud because he was just barely cognizant enough to remember that there was a party going on just outside that unlocked door and anyone could walk in at any moment and… Oh god. He surged against Adam and then apologized when Adam gagged and pulled back.

"Sorry, sorry."

But Adam just grinned and grabbed his hips, holding him against the counter, and dove back in. When Dave bucked this time, Adam held him in place and that was good. Good, because he may be dressed up like some Britney Spears video reject, but he was still strong enough to hold Dave down, and holy shit, what was he thinking?!

And then he wasn't thinking, because Adam was doing some seriously wicked things with his tongue and his throat and all Dave could do was groan and shudder and hold on until it was over. Everything went white and then a little black around the edges and the next thing he knew he was panting like a fucking freight train and he had Adina's wig balled up in his hand and Adam was sitting back on his heels staring up at him with swollen lips and the biggest shit-eating grin.

"Fuck," was all Dave could say and that came out hoarse and dry.

"Yes, indeed, my friend," Adam answered and stood up, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth and it was the most obscene thing Dave'd ever seen. He shuddered again and tucked himself back into his pants, busying himself with anything but looking at Adam.

"Beer?" Adam asked and suddenly there was a cold wet bottle in front of him. He took it and looked up and it was okay again because it's just Adam. Adam who'd been his best friend for four and a half years, who he drinks beer with and watches football with, and okay, maybe who he just let give him amazing head. And, oh…

"Um," Dave started and waved in the general direction of Adam's groin, "you want me to…?"

Adam laughed and shook his head. "I'm uh, gonna have to go change my shorts, man. But should you be so inclined, you can make it up to me later."

He didn't wait for an answer, just grabbed his wig off the counter and left the kitchen, yelling something to Patty about being out of nachos. Dave stood right where he was and thought about later and wondered why he didn't have the urge to run as fast and as far away as he could.

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