Back-Up Boyfriend

The Morning After

The sun rose bright the next morning. Dan moaned and covered his eyes with his arm. Something didn't feel right he moved his other hand. Was he lying in grass? What the hell?

Dan sat up and looked around. Why was he outside? He couldn't remember anything from last night, but the pounding headache and queasy stomach he had gave him a good idea. To his left lie Phil, breathing loudly. 

Dan jumped at the realization that Phil wasn't wearing any pants. Wait was he wearing pants? Dan looked down at himself. He answered his own question. Before Phil could wake up, Dan found his trousers and pulled them on.

Dan looked up the yard to find the house. He still couldn't remember exactly how they had ended up out here, but had a pretty good idea of what happened...

A few moments later Phil groaned beside Dan. "Morning." Dan says quietly. Phil rolls on his side and looks up at Dan. "Where are we?" He asks, his voice was rough. Dan cleared his throat, trying not to make it obvious that he was still seeing Phil's dick. 

"PJ's, I think." Dan says. He handed Phil his pants. Phil looked at him confused. "Am I?" Dan nodded and Phil jumped up, quickly pulling them up. 

"Wait," Phil says as he buttons them. "Did we?" Dan nods. "I'm pretty sure." Phil shakes his head, then regrets that decision as it pounds. 

"It meant nothing." Phil says. "Right," Dan says quietly, he didn't want to admit that he hoped that they were going to be cool about it. 

"So what do we do? Do we go back in and face them?" Dan asks. Phil shrugs. "I guess so." Phil says, he was still gathering his thoughts. 

Dan and Phil trekked back to the house to find Chris and PJ in the kitchen, making breakfast. "Good morning!" Chris says. Phil nods. "Morning." 

"How was your sleep in the grass?" PJ asks as he sets down two plates for Dan and Phil. "Surprisingly damp." Dan says with a forced chuckle. His entire backside was wet from the morning dew. 

"I know something else that was surprisingly damp." Chris says with a giggle. PJ laughs along. "Yeah, man Chris and I haven't tried the lawn yet, how is it?" 

Dan and Phil's faces go red. "You saw us!" Dan yells. Chris and PJ burst into giggles. "How could we not? You two were practically screaming." 

Their faces felt hot enough to fry an egg on. Their friends laughed hysterically. Dan looked at Phil, grabbing the keys in his pocket. Phil looked on the verge of tears. 

"You know, we probably should get going. You know, get cleaned up and stuff?" Dan was standing up, his hand hovered near Phil's.

"Oh come on lads, we made breakfast," PJ says pointing at the full plate of pancakes in front of Phil. Dan shook his head, grabbing Phil's hand. 

"Thank you so much for the offer guys, but really we should get going." He and Phil stood up and walked towards the door. 

They got into Dan's car and sat in the driveway for a moment. "Are you okay?" Dan looked over at Phil in the passenger seat. Phil shrugs "Yeah, I just need some sleep or something." 

"Did you want to get something to eat?" Dan asked. His stomach rumbled. Phil shook his head. "I just want to go home." He said quietly. He was mortified at what his 'friends' saw. Dan nodded and started the car. 

As Dan drove, the memories started flowing back to him. He remembered Phil asking to strip him, and unzipping Phil's pants. "I remember." 

Phil looked over at Dan. "Remember?" Phil was confused. Dan cleared his throat. "You asked to strip me, and then I took off your pants," Dan says. 

Phil shakes his head. "We were both hammered." Dan sighs and drops the subject for a moment. He drives in silence. 

"You know," He says, Phil doesn't turn towards him. "Alcohol only takes away your inhibitions, it doesn't make you think any crazy propositions that you weren't already thinking when you were sober." 

Phil takes in a deep breath. "I didn't mean, it it meant nothing!" He snaps. Dan exhales through his nose, completey done with this entire conversation. 

"Fine." Dan says breathlessly. 

After a few awkward moments of silence in Dan's car. He pulled into Phil's driveway. Phil unbuckles himself and puts a hand on the handle with his back turned to Dan. "Thanks." He mutters. He steps out of the car and Dan backs away.