Summary: Natsu and Gray are best friends, they have been since they were young, but when they're invited to Lucy Heartfilia's party, the two boys lives are thrown into the chaos of being assumed as gays, which launches them to instant celebrity status. Seduced by their newfound fame, Natsu and Gray decide to keep up their romantic ruse, but what happens when Gray realises... He may not be completely Faking It?

Pairings: Gray/Natsu, Lucy/Cana, Loke/Gray, slight Loke/Lucy, alight Loke/Cana, Loke/Everyone

Warnings: Mild language, LGB+ couples.

A/N: Okay, so you know after you've been drinking, and you wake up and you realise you're in that 'morning after' situation? Yep, well so does Gray.

Get ready for The Morning Aftermath!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or it's characters, they belong to Hiro Mashima. Nor do I own Faking it or any of the references in this fic.

Enjoy!

Faking It

Gray blinked blearily awake, eyes opening the tiniest bit and- Fuck! He gave a loud groan, his head pounded relentlessly, his throat was like sandpaper, and he ached. Everywhere.

He took a deep breath, eyes tight as spots danced under his eyelids. He tried again, cracking one eye open at a time, easing himself into the pain. Moaning he reached up, well, attempted to. His arms felt like led, weighty and tingling painfully. It was as if a thousand tiny needles were being stabbed over and over again, into his arms, legs, his brain, he didn't know why but it hurt, it really hurt. His vision was sharp and unfocused, his muscles shrieked in protest as he moved, hissing and gritting his teeth, he glanced around. The sun streamed through a crack in his curtains, and although it wasn't on him directly, the pain in his head seemed to jump at the sight of it.

More of his senses came into focus, nose crinkling as he noticed the dry trail of drool lining his jaw. He let out another low moan as a wave of nausea barrelled into his stomach. He felt like shit.

A sudden barrage of memories from the night before hit him like a train. Natsu crying as Gray confessed, hopeful and angry. Then he was drinking and eating cake with Lyon, badgering waiters for more alcohol. He raised his arm with more effort than usual, and threw it over his face.

That when he felt it, someone was next to him, sleeping soundly. Their breath hitting his cheek and puffing across his neck. Gray swallowed through the dryness in his throat and glanced to the side.

Loke.

He gasped as he began to remember, he'd been hurt, and angry, and just drunk enough to let go. Visions of Loke under him, kissing him, over him, panting, head thrown back - He inhaled sharply, teeth tearing into his already bruised lips as he muffled a moan. He scowled from under his arm, this wasn't the time!

Then again, he thought, he wasn't doing anything right at that moment, so he supposed a moment to recollect himself was allowed. He vaguely noted that his arm refused to move, and really he was okay with that, but he'd need his sight back at some point. He breathed out a sigh as the sick feeling in his gut clashed with the remembered pleasure from the night before.

A deafening knock from the door caused his memories to screech to a halt, and swearing under his breath, he stumbled up, nausea returning tenfold, and stomach lurching as he searched for a pair of boxers. He slipped a random pair on. A sharp pain shot through him, his ass was burning and his legs gave out on him, causing him to come crashing down to the floor. His head throbbed and split and it hurt and whoever the fuck was knocking and talking better fucking stop because his head was killing him.

He scrambled for the bathroom door, where the god awful noise was coming from, and turned the key, yanking it open.

"Gray, fi-,"

"You say one more fucking word." He gritted out, voice gravelly and sore, "Then you die. Painfully."

Lyon snorted, rolling his eyes as he scrunched his nose up in disgust, "You'd better thank god that mom and Silver left last night, because you look and smell like utter crap."

"I know, dammit." He scrubbed a hand over his face, eyes feeling as if they'd been gouged out and his head felt swollen and it was constantly hammering, "Just please don't talk so loud."

"You need food and painkillers." Came a deep, sleep filled voice from his room, "You also probably need a shower."

"I'll say." Lyon snorted, nose wrinkling even further.

"Fuck off, I feel like death." Gray moaned, wincing pitifully and leaning against the door frame.

"Jeez, guy I've never met before, what did you do to him?" Lyon questioned, a lilt of amusement in his tone as he stared at his stepbrother.

"A lot, but the 'feels like death' thing has nothing to do with me." Loke stretched, sitting up and arching his back in a cat like way that made Gray's jaw slack, "That's called a hangover."

A low, grating whistle passed from Lyons lips as he stared at Loke appreciatively, "Wow, step-bro, how the hell did you tap that? I mean I'm straight and wow."

Gray simply shrugged, way too preoccupied with staring at Loke's sinewy back as he searched for something to wear, chuckling lightly.

"I'm Loke, by the way." Gray licked his lips, eyes darting to the other man's sex-tousled hair, barely suppressing a groan.

"Jeez, Gray, I knew you were gay, but now you're just being ridiculous!"

"Shut the fuck up, Lyon." Gray snapped, irritation spiking, "And get out of the bathroom, I need a fucking shower!"

"Yeah, and I'd make it a cold one, Gray, unless Loke is ready for another round."

Anger spiked and Gray turned to lunge, but Lyon was already gone, his door slamming with a click as howls of laughter erupted from the door.

"Fuck you, Lyon." Gray swore, not even bothering to close his door as he yanked a towel from the rack and jumped under the shower's icy torrent.

Loke had been more than nice to him, he'd been a true gentleman. He'd allowed Gray privacy to take his shower, and when he got out, handed him a glass of water and some painkillers, "Take these, it should help."

Then, as if things couldn't get any better, he'd tugged lightly on Gray's damp hair, pulling him down for a chaste kiss, before going for his own shower. Now Gray sat at the table, watching with an expression of amusement as Loke pottered around the kitchen, throwing eggs, bacon and bread into one pan, and filling another with pancakes. Lyon sat on the other side of the table, glaring at his phone.

After a few moments of seeing Lyon's scowl, Gray sighed, "What's wrong now, Lyon?"

"Stupid fucking Meredy!" He flipped his hair, "She posted a photo of her and some, some guy on Instagram! What the hell, like I know we're on a break but-,"

"Jeez stop being so melodramatic would ya?" Gray snatched the phone up and took a look, snorting at what he saw, "You don't need to worry, idiot, that's Jellal, her cousin who is dating Erza Scarlet, trust me, she's not sleeping with him."

Lyon blinked for a moment, allowing a small smile to grace his lips, before scowling and snatching his phone back, "Whatever."

Plates of food were served onto the table and Gray groaned aloud at the smell. It was like all of his favorite smells mashed into one beautiful, mouthwatering feast! He glanced up in awe at Loke, who chuckled in return, nodding to Gray and sitting down himself.

"Sorry if I imposed," He smiled apologetically, "I'm used to people coming back to mine, so I usually cook for them."

Lyon gingerly took a pancake on to his plate, drizzled it with maple syrup and took a bite. His eyes instantaneously widened and he glanced up at Loke, swallowing, he said, "Jesus Chris, Gray, trust you to have sex with the hottest, most amazing cook ever." He took another bite of his pancake, "I soooo wish I was gay right now."

Gray rolled his eyes and began eating his own food, "Shit, this is good." He mumbled.

Laughing, Loke plated himself some bacon and eggs, "So, Gray, this is sort of an awkward question but-,"

The kitchen door burst open and in barrelled Natsu, "Gray! Look about last night, I've thought a lot about it and-," He paused, eyeing Loke suspiciously, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Natsu! What did I just say, like not even five minutes ago! You can't just storm in!" Lucy sauntered in behind him, frowning as she berated the pink haired teen, "I doubt he even- oh, hey Gray."

"Wow, I mean I've had a lot of weird 'Morning Afters' but I think this tops them all."

"What do you mean, 'morning after'?" Natsu's tone was low and dangerous as he glared at Loke, electing nothing but a raised eyebrow from him, "And who the fuck are you already?"

"Look, Natsu-,"

Gray stood up, excuses at the ready, however Loke beat him to it, "By 'morning after' I mean 'morning after some really great sex' and I'm Loke, you must be 'it's complicated', Gray mentioned you once or twice."

There was a beat of silence as the two glowered at one another, the temperature in the room seemed to rise as Natsu's temper boiled, "Gray… Please tell me he's lying."

Gray swallowed thickly, staring at the floor, "He's not lying."

Lucy stepped forwards, worry crossing her features as she spoke up, "Come on, Natsu, I think you two need some space-,"

"You slept with him?" Natsu questioned, expression unreadable, "You tell me that you've been in love with me since the day we met, and when I say I don't return your feelings, you sleep with the next guy you see?"

Natsu had raised his voice, yelling slightly and fists clenched at his sides, "Hey! It's none of your business who I sleep with!"

"Yes it is, Gray, you're my best friend!" Natsu growled, "I care if you lose your virginity to just some random guy!"

"Oh, so when you wanna have sex with Lisanna it's okay because, and I quote you're 'a fucking teenage boy' but when I actually do sleep with someone it's slutty or something?"

"Hey don't you dare put words into my mouth!" Everyone was watching on in silence as the two yelled at each other, Lucy's jaw had dropped, Lyon had frozen, fork halfway to his mouth, and Loke had taken a step back, scowling at Natsu.

"Don't I dare?" Gray whispered coldly, "Don't you dare! I can sleep with whoever I want to Natsu! I was angry, I was hurt and I was a little bit drunk, okay! So would you stop judging me?"

"You were drunk?" Natsu questioned, shifting his glare back to Loke, "He was drunk and you took advantage of him?"

"He didn't take advantage of me!" Gray snapped, "So just leave Loke out of it!"

"No, Gray-,"

"I think you should leave." Gray said suddenly, "I'm not ready to have this conversation with you Natsu. Lucy's right, we need space to think."

"No we don't." Natsu glared darkly at the other teen, "Whilst you were off having sex with Loke, I spent the entire night thinking about what happened. Gray you mean everything to me, you're my best friend and I want us to stay that way." Natsu took a deep breath, calming himself, before stepping out and taking Gray's hand in his own, "This, between us, whatever it is, it doesn't matter. You're the one person I can go to, the one person I love so much it would hurt if you left. You were there through so much for me, Gray, and-,"

"Can't you see what you're doing?" Gray snapped, yanking his hand back and staring painfully at Natsu, "You literally just said that you love me, and that's really not helping my case, okay? You saying things like that really just makes me fall in love with you more. Lucy's right, we've never really spent more than a couple of days apart since kindergarten, so, maybe we just stay away from each other for a while. I could go out on a few dates, maybe get you out of my system…"

Natsu swallowed thickly, eyes flickering to Loke, before nodding curtly, "Yeah, okay, if that's what you need…"

"It is." Gray smiled, pulling his best friend into a hug, "Thanks, Furnace Face."

"Sure, Ice Princess." A half smile tugged at his lips as the hotheaded teen sighed into the embrace.

"So, Mr Fullbuster," Loke grinned towards the dark haired boy, sidling closer to him as they walked, "Now that your hangover is cured, how about a first date?"

Gray paused, blinking up him, "You wanna go on a date with me?"

"Yeah," A cat-like grin spread across his lips, "You're sweet and funny, and hot as hell, so why not?" His green eyes surveyed the area for a moment, "How about there?"

Gray glanced over to where Loke was pointing, and grimaced. It was the gay coffee shop Lucy had shown him, "No… That place brings out the worst in me…"

After a few minutes of walking around, Loke stepped closer again to Gray, sliding their hands together as he spotted another cafe, "How about here?"

Gray swallowed nervously, cheeks blazing at their intertwined fingers, "Uh, y-yeah, sure…"

When they were finally served with their coffee and sandwiches, Loke took a deep breath, "Well, this is a long shot for a first date but, wanna tell me the whole 'it's complicated' situation?"

Gray glanced up, eyes glancing downwards as he traced shapes into the table, "It's… A long story."

"I have time." Loke smiled, eyes glinting softly.

So, with a deep breath, Gray told his story.

Next time on Faking it: Fairy Style -

For is the green-eyed monster

(That there's a quote from Othello)

A/N: Well, this is a much smaller chapter than usual, I hope you guys like! Oh and don't you worry, Natsu will come back soon! Please review!