Sorry, would have updated sooner, but no laptop ^^'

Flashbacks in italics ;D

thank's to everyone who reads this, you guys rule :3 I hope this is as good as Rachel's D:

*With the word 'pulling' I wasn't sure what the americans call it. Snogging, or what? I like to think my grasp on american English is good but sometimes I get confused. Anyway, it's just open-mouth kissing, with tongue.

Also, Scotland had a hurricane, we called it Hurricane Bawbag. True story, brah. Do americans and other countries know what a bawbag IS? O.O

Awkwardness is Awkward chapter 3

Written by Raining Skittles

The car ride back was quite awkward. Both the boy's hangovers had finally eased, meaning that they could think about what had happened. It was all coming back in flashbacks, which caused Tam to shut up and stare, wide-eyed out of his window, avoiding eye-contact with his best friend as much as possible. His tanned cheeks were painted a subtle pink color, flushed from the images he was getting.

Rocco was handling this situation a little more cooly, though he did seem a little more flustered.

Tam's fingers were tangled in Rocco's copper hair, their lips barely an inch appart. They were in the hall, and were only a few minutes into heavily making out. Their bodies were pressed together, moving as one, as they grinded, pulling.

"Shit, shit, shit," Tam muttered, mind running fast as he relived the scene over and over again. He looked around wildly, eyes wide and scared, shaking slightly. He felt strange, he was straight, he shoudn't have been doing something like that with an other guy. With his best friend, for fuck sake! Yet, why didn't he regret it as much as he should have?

"You OK. dude?" Rocco asked, realising they must have remembered the same thing at the same time. His reaction was different, he was slightly turned on, but at the same time felt guilty. Had he used his best friend? How was Tam taking this? He didn't regret doing it with his best friend, but the weird thing was that while he usually felt nothing for the people he screwed, with Tam, he felt protective. He would never hurt his friend.

Tam looked up, and the taller boy saw fear in his eyes. "Rocco, I don't know what to do," he replied.

"Look, get some sleep. You'll feel better," Rocco said, not wanting Tam to have a panic attack. Tam thought about it for a minute, before nodding, silently, closing his eyes. A few minutes later, his body went slack against the seat, his mouth open slightly.

Rocco pulled the car into the hotel's parking lot, thanking fuck that there were stranger cars parked there than the pink monstrosity they were driving. He went to shake the latino awake, but stopped when he saw the peaceful look his face.

When their lips connected, again, it was softer, sweeter, slower. Tam's lips were soft, and tasted of vodka, which wasn't a bad taste to Rocco. They melded together, bodies entwining, moving as one. "I love you," Tam whispered as if it was a secret.

Rocco pecked his lips, his mind hazily trying to think of a response. "I'mma fag for youuuu!" He grinned.

"Godammit!" Rocco murmured, gently easing Tam out of the shot-gun seat. "He's light," he noted, lifting the latino up, bridal style. A group of tourists aww'd at them, making Rocco roll his eyes, and stuck a finger up at them.

"Tam is gonna kill me," he said to himself, carrying the latino inside. The doorman tipped his hat to the pair, saying 'good day' as they walked in, while he held the door open.

The angry maid from that morning had been dusting the assorted tables and sofa's in the lobby, and glared daggers at the pair as the entered. Digging around in her pocket, she produced something plastic and threw it at Rocco, hitting his head. He grunted, looking at the ground where the object had landed.

"Safe sex!" She shrieked, waving her dister around madly, causing the concierge, a middle-aged blonde, to squeal.

"What the fuck..." Rocco muttered, before looking back at the maid with a sweet smile. "Awww, strawberry! You shouldn't have!" The crazy maid frowned deeply, before storming away. Rocco smirked to himself, and he could see other staff members (read: Nope, Chuck Testa guy, the concierge and doorman) snickering.

Another flash-back played in the young mans mind.

They reached a brightly painted church, stumbling inside. "Hiya!" Tam grinned, brightly at the old dude standing inside, smoking a cigarette. "We wanna partayyyyyyy!" His words were slurred, slightly, and he stumbled, trying to reach back for Rocco.

A blonde haired girl came in, "Sir, I have the papers you- oh, hot guys. I'm Tracy!" She grinned.

"Tracy," Rocco slurred, "you see this guy? You see 'im?" He pointed vaugely towards Tam. "He's sexy," he whispered.

"Old guy," Tam said. "Ya see that guy who just called me sexy? He's sexy..."

"I'mma bone your ass!" Rocco hollered happily, hugging the latino.

Tracy turned to the old man. "What the heck?" She asked.

The old man stroked an imaginary beard, thoughtfully, watching the two. Rocco had fell onto one knee and was proposing, Tam was crying and laughing, while basically acting incredibly gay. "Yeps, I will marry you!" He grinned before turning to Tracy, "do you know anywhere that does marriages?"

"Here," she responded.

"Good on you, telling that bitch how it is," the doorman said, drawing his attention back to what was going on.

"Thanks," Rocco grinned, before going over to the elevator. He awkwardly butted the button with his hip, and waited for the lift to descend to his level. "Come on, come on, come on," he frowned, staring at the closed doors, trying to will it to come quicker. "I will kill you, lift," he muttered as it finally came. He stepped inside, Tam cradelled against his chest.

'Secret;' by Onerepublic was playing, causing Rocco to wrinkle his nose. "Damn elevator music," he sighed, tapping his foot imaptiently. Tam stirred in his arms, mumbling in his sleep. "Roc...co..." he moaned.

"He talks in his sleep? He says my name in his sleep?" Rocco stifled a life. How cute. Plus, his moan was sexy.

Tam laughed as Rocco had his nipple pierced. Tracy had taken them to Sunshine Studios Tattoo and Piercing Parlour, and then dragged them to her friend, Chelsea's house. The small house was so girly it was nauseating. Chelsea had her cousin, Chloe, over, who had brought her friend Rachel along. Both girls kept going on about something called 'yaoi'.

It was really fun, but eventually, both decided to go.

Chesea wrote something on Rocco's chest, winked, then let them leave.

The lift came to a stop, and Rocco stumbled out, Tam starting to get heavy in his arms.

Tam shifted again, snuggling closer into Rocco's chest, his fingers lacing into the older man's shirt. "Rocco..." he moaned again. "Right there...Rocco...right there..." Rocco realised that Tam must have been remembering the night before. He was turned on right now.

"Tam, wake up!" Rocco shook the latino, gently.

Tam shuddered, and opened his eyes. As soon as he noticed their closeness, he yelped. "Pervert!"

"Shit," Rocco muttered, before speaking. "Sorry, I didn't want to wake you."

Tam started to reply before another flash-back showed its sorry ass.

Rocco threw Tam back onto the bed, causing the springs to creak, and the latino to yelp in pain. "Sorry," Rocco said, "you OK?" He leant over his friend and was pulled down, by Tam, who had wrapped his legs around his waist, connecting their mouths, fingers again threaded through his hair.

Rocco licked Tam's bottom lip desperately, asking for entrance. Tam complied, opening his mouth and allowing the man's tongue to enter. He rocked his hips, causing Tam to moan. Rocco captured the sound in another kiss.

Rocco pulled himself away from the kiss, being slightly more sober, and shook his head, trying to get his head straight. "Tam," Rocco said, trying to make the latino stop. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Tam answered by shoving his hand into Rocco's pants, and, of course, Rocco didn't object anymore.

Rocco spluttered, "well...this is awkward."

Tam was blushing, "yes, you could say that. I think I want to go to bed." He looked down, and Rocco realised that he was still carrying Tam in his arms, holding him tightly to his chest as though holding a lover or an infant. Wow, awkward. Yay.

"Oops, sorry," Rocco said, letting the latino down. Tam shook his legs to get the feeling back into them. "Did you have a nice sleep?"

"Yeah, thanks," Tam replied, not making eye-contact.

"Look, I'm sorry, can't we just get an annulement and go back to South Park?" Rocco asked. Tam raised an eyebrow, before storming down the hallway and into their room. Rocco frowned, calling after him, "what did I say?" The door was slammed in response.

Rocco sighed, and went to get a drink down at the hotel bar. He knew that he wouldn't be getting into his room anytime soon, though he didn't know why Tam had gotten so upset. Meh, he'd never understand his best friends mind.

Heading down into the hotel bar, he ordered a vodka.

"Hey, sweetie," a woman whispered into his ear. He turned, and was met with an eyeful of tits.

"Sorry, I'm taken," he responded immediately, knowing that when hot woman approach you, that's what they want. He didn't know why he said it, but the thought of fucking someone while married to Tam wasn't appealing in the slightest to him.

The woman pouted. "Awww, but no-one needs to know. I wont tell if you don't," she winked.

"My husband wouldn't like that very much," Rocco said, flashing his ring before getting up and leaving. He headed up the stairs, because the elevator took ages and he couldn't be arsed waiting for it. It didn't take that long to climb all the stairs, thankfully.

Walking down the long hall-way, he knocked and entered the shared room.

"Tam?"

Tam appeared to be sleeping, but, when Rocco started to take his short off (he slept in his boxors because it was hot) Tam spoke. "Screw anyone while you were away?" His voice sounded bitter, and he sat up, glaring at Rocco accusingly.

"No, actually," the copper haired man responded.

"There's a first," the latino muttered under his breath.

Rocco climbed into the bed, and was immediately attacked into a hug by his best friend. "I thought you had left for South Park," he admitted in a small voice. Rocco grinned, stroking Tam's jet black hair gently as they hugged.

"Why would I leave without you?" Rocco asked.

"Because I make you angry?" Tam asked.

Rocco snickered. "A lady tried to chat me up, I told her I was married. That my husband wouldn't like it."

Tam nodded. "Go that right." He blushed, realising the position they were in, and turned to sleep. The last thing he remembered were a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapping around him and pulling him back against Rocco's chest.

He should have resisted.

He should have pulled away.

But he didn't.

Tam collapsed onto the bed, his body worn out. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin, and Rocco lay beside him, pulling him to his chest. "I love you," Rocco whispered into his ear. They were drunk, and would forget all about this tender moment in the morning, but Tam was in heaven.

They both were.