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Will

I wake up in pain. A lot of it.

My head is pounding and I feel like I'm going to throw up. I rush across the hall to puke but that proves to only make things worse because suddenly the room is spinning.

I throw up and hear Gage chuckling at the door "damn baby bro you finally feeling a hangover"

I groan "shut up Gage my head hurts" he shakes a bottle of pills "here I come bearing gifts, I'm making breakfast the grease will be good for you" I give him a weak thumbs up before standing and stumbling back to my room.

I find a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and go back to the bathroom. I take the Advil Gage left on the counter before taking off my shirt. I'm about to take off my boxers when I notice the stain on them and cringe I came last night?

My mind whirls trying to remember when I managed to have an orgasm but nothing is clear. I climb in the shower and the pounding in my head slowly dissipates.

When I get out I feel slightly better and go back to my room tossing my clothes in my hamper, but freeze when Danny's sweater is laying on my floor.

My eyes drift up to my messy sheets and my cheeks tinge while my heart rate picks up. Was the stain in my boxers from Danny?

I cringe and my stomach twists but I force myself to ignore it and head downstairs.

I sit down at the island across from Gage who grins "so what was your first real party experience like Will?"

I cringe "I don't remember" Gage chuckles pointing his fork at me "those are the best ones"

I make a face disagreeing with him, but just eat instead. Gage dived into a recount of his night, right down to hooking up with Hilary Trenton despite me pleading with him to spare the details.

He shakes his head getting up and rinsing his plate "honestly if Mason wasn't such a buzzkill it would have been one of the best nights" at the mention of Mason's name my eyes widen as a memory starts to come back to me; A memory that includes me jerking off in front of him.

My stomach rolls and I dart of my stool leaning over the sink emptying my stomach.

Gage jumps back "dude! That's fucking gross" I I wipe my mouth and rinse my hand and the sink before cringing "sorry"

Gage shakes his head "so much for the breakfast I made" I cringe again and run my hand down my face "I uh I'm going to my room"

He nods "yeah please you look like shit" I groan and head back upstairs.

My stomach is in knots the rest of the day and I can't think of anything else expect for how awful I was. I would never do something like that, but I did.

I don't even try to eat anything the rest of the day knowing I'll just throw it up in disgust at myself.

Jenna calls me at 12:00am.

"hey how you feeling?"

I groan "not good, why'd you let me get so drunk?"

She chuckles "you were having a good time"

I cringe "I'm not now" she laughs harder "I'm sure you'll be fine"

I disagree. Not after what happened with Mason. I have to apologize and yet I don't think I can even face him or anyone for that matter.

I tell Jenna I don't feel good and she thankfully lets me go. Gage doesn't bother me the rest of the day either, only letting me know he's going out and I don't bother asking where or with who. Not wanting to hear Masons name again.

Despite Jenna trying to convince me to go out, I don't leave the house for the rest of the weekend. I don't do much of anything. I can't even eat because the guilt I feel makes me so nauseous.

When Sunday rolls around I'm a ball of nerves, knowing I'll have to see Mason on Monday. He hasn't been around to the house at all this weekend and I know it's almost definitely because of me.

I spend the whole day trying to convince myself to go and apologize to him. I even consider just texting him, but I know I can't do that.

It's 9:00pm when I finally convince myself to go to Mason's.

I decide to walk to his house, despite it being 4 blocks; I'm happy to have the extra time. Half way through my walk it starts to rain and I contemplate going home, but instead I force myself to walk through it. I deserve it anyway and if I don't go now I probably won't.

When I get there I'm soaked. I cringe because it suddenly dawns on me his dad could open the door. After some thought I almost hope he does, maybe he'll send me away before I get a chance to see Mason.

I'm not that lucky.

It's Hank who answers the door and he looks incredibly surprised when he does.

"um. Catboy?"

I groan at the nickname "Hank, don't call me that" he chuckles "what are you doing here? And why are you dripping?"

He looks down at the water dripping at my feet and I cringe because momentarily I had forgotten why I was here.

"It's raining." Hank nods "I noticed that much. Why are you here?" I bite my lip "I need to see Mason, but if he's not home! or sleeping! or busy! that's okay! I'll come back another time!"

Hank blinks at my rambling and shakes his head "no...he's home" he steps back and let's me inside.

I look around having never been in Mason's house before and bite my lip at the number of beer cans and bottles littered around the living room.

Hank rolls his eyes at me "Shawns not here. If he was I wouldn't let you in. Masons upstairs"

I lift a brow "Shawn?" He nods "our dad...hard to call him that when he's you know, the way he is"

He moves toward the stairs and I follow him "sorry I uh..I didn't" he shakes his head "it's fine"

He points down the hall "Mason's room is at the end of the hall on your left"

I nod and he goes into the room on the right. Leaving me alone in the hallway.

I walk slowly to Mason's door this is my chance to change my mind, but I don't.

Instead I stand outside it longer then necessary before knocking lightly.

He doesn't open it right away and I consider leaving, but just as I shift my feet the door swings open and Mason stares down at me

"Will?"

I don't look up from my feet not wanting to see his face. Worried he'll be looking at me with anger or disgust.

"Mason. uh Hank let me..Hank let me in, um I.." I cringe my cheeks flooding with heat and my nerves unbelievably shot.

I tap my foot and wrap my arms around myself "I shouldn't have..on Friday I'm sorry. I didn't I don't know why I mean I that's not me"

I suck in a breath "is that?..it's gotta be a crime right? forcing someone to, you know ... watch like that. I'm so sorry .."

Mason grunts cutting me off "Will. Shut the fuck up"

I cringe, he's angry.

"I'm not mad at you. You didn't force me to watch. I could have left" my eyes widen and I slowly look up to Mason but gasp when I see his face.

"Mason! What?! Are you okay?" He rolls his eyes although one of them is pretty swollen.

"I'm fine" I bite my lip my eyes drifting toward the stairs remembering the bottles on the floor.

"Your dad?" He grunts "it's fine Will, why are you? Did you walk here?"

I nod "yeah um..it started raining" my eyes widen "I'm sorry! Your floors I'm getting them soaked!"

I step back desperately trying to figure out how to stop dripping to no avail.

Mason rolls his eyes "it's fine. It'll dry"

I bite my lip "okay. Uh I'm sorry I'll...go"

Mason scoffs "it's raining Will. If you haven't already caught something you will"

I bite my lip "um...it's okay" I move to walk away but Mason grabs my shirt "your not walking home in the rain"

I stare at him eyes wide, but nod slowly "ok" he sighs "I'll get you some dry clothes and you can shower"

I bite my lip "you don't..you don't have to" he gives me a look and tugs me into his room.

"You want to sit around in wet clothes?" I shake my head slowly but my focus is now on taking in Mason's room. It's simple, simpler then I'd expect, but it's nice.

Mason grunts "here" he hands me sweats and a t-shirt "bathrooms at the end of the hall"

I nod "okay" I shower quickly feeling bad for even being there.

All I can think about while I shower is that Mason's not mad at me. That takes a weight of my chest; a very heavy weight.

When I get out of the shower I put on the sweats Mason gave me. His clothes are big on me, practically swallowing me up the way the pants sag and the shirt sits past my hips.

I bite my lip and knock on Mason's door.

He opens it rolling his eyes "you don't have to fucking knock I know your here" I blush "sorry"

He takes my pile of wet clothes from my hands and looks me up and down "Jesus your small"

I cringe my cheeks getting darker. He just shakes his head "stay here, I'll go put these in the dryer" I bite my lip nodding.

Once he's gone Hank's door opens and he comes into the hallway leaning against the wall.

"what'd you do to Mason?"

My face pales and I struggle to find a response because "made him watch me Jack off" didn't seem like the appropriate thing to say to someone's little brother.

Mason thankfully gets to the top of the stairs and slaps the back of Hank's head as he walks by "nothing you dipshit"

Hank glares at him "didn't sound like nothing" he grins at me before beginning a very terrible impression of me

"I'm so sorry Mason please don't be mad I didn't..I'm sorry"

Mason glares "enough Hank it's none of your business so piss off" my cheeks are flaming and Hank laughs "your so easily embarrassed catboy"

I pout "don't call me that Hank" he chuckles "it's not my fault you wear cat boxers"

I groan "I'm not wearing them right now" Hank chuckles "doesn't matter you'll always be catboy" I don't like the sound of that.

Mason grunts "piss off Hank you should be sleeping you have school tomorrow"

Hank rolls his eyes "so do you, why's your friend still here?"

Mason rolls his eyes "because he's an idiot who walked here in the rain and now he has to sleep over" my eyes widen and shoot to Mason's as his words register, sleep over? Here? At Masons house?

Hank lifts a brow "there's no way your having him sleep over" Mason grunts "do you want me to force him to walk home in the rain? I can't take him on my bike either way he'll get soaked"

Hank shakes his head "no one ever sleeps over...what about Shawn?"

I look toward Mason who shifts his jaw "it's fine Hank. I'll handle it, we both know he won't be back until the bars close anyway"

Hank shrugs "whatever, goodnight Catboy" I cringe but just shake my head "goodnight Hank"

Mason pushes me into his room lightly and closes the door behind us.

I turn to face him "you don't....I don't have to I can" he grunts "your not walking home Will"

I bite my lip "I could call Gage" he chuckles "and tell him what? 'I went to Masons to apologize for jacking off in front of him?'"

My face heats up "I don't..I could..ask Kad.." Mason grunts "you could shut up and get in bed" I sigh he clearly isn't going to change his mind.

"Okay, I guess I'll just tell Gage I'm at Jenna's" he nods and I text Gage quickly before texting Jenna and telling her that I'll explain later.

Her text was of course immediate and demanding that I tell her where I am, but I just text her I'm safe and not to worry.

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