Champange And Whiskey

jon walker was seated at the bar of pete wentz's angels and kings nightclub. he had drank a good amount already but over the years it seemed that he had built up a good resistance to alcohol. the scruffy looking twenty-three year old ordered himself another drink, stronger this time, he tells the bartender.

jon knows his bandmates are somewhere but he can't seem to find them. pete is everywhere at once because that's just something that pete wentz can do. patrick is around too, maybe doing kareoke jon thinks and he also thinks that he too would like to do kareoke and break dance a little while he's at it.

he plays with the sleeve of his sweater while he waits for his drink. it's not till after jon get's his brightly colored drink and proceeds to down half of it, does he notice that someone is seated next to him. jon glances at his newfound companion and see's bright bleach blonde, hair, eyeliner (he thinks). the person next to him is a guy, a guy who smells supiciously like a girl.

"what are you drinking?" the figure asks and jon notices a accent, maybe southern?

"jonnie walker." jon anwsers but he remembers that that paticular joke only works when the other person already knows his name.

"oh." is all the other person says and jon thinks that yeah, he has an accent but that the guys voice is also soft and kinda girly sounding, he doesn't want to be offensive but he thinks the guy sounds gay.

"what're you drinking?" jon asks because hey alcohol takes away all bad jokes right?

"oh, i don't really drink much." the guy says. jon set's his drink down and brushes his brown bangs out of his equally brown eyes. he's peering at the guy, because it's really fucking hard to see people in the darkness of the club, he makes a mental note to tell pete about that later.

from what jon can tell the guy is infact blonde, a bleachy fake kind of blonde. he's also kinda pale with blue eyes and he has a geeky kind of look to him, kinda like patrick but worse. he's wearing a sweater too, but not one like jon's, jon's sweater is casual, this guys just looks stuffy.

he also looks really femimne, not in a ryan kind of way but more so in a yeah-that-guy-is-so-gay-that-my-gaydar-just-broke-kind of way.

"what's your name?" the guy is asking and jon is finishing his drink and decides to order another before he anwser's the boy.

"my name is jon, jon walker." he tells the blonde boy and a look of realisization washes over his face.

"oh, so, you were making a joke earlier?" he asks and jon grins because the boy isn't as dumb as he looks. jon nods.

"yeah, a lame joke i guess." he says and the boy shakes his head.

"no, no it was funny!" he says and suddenly his hand is on jon's arm and jon notes that it's really warm. the boy catches himself and pulls his hand away.

"now what's your name?" jon is asking because he doesn't think it's fair that this guy gets to touch him without jon knowing his name. this time the boy looks taken aback.

"well, my name is clay, clay aiken." the boy says and he's smiling a goofy smile.

jon stops and thinks, he knows that he knows the boy's name but he can't quite place it. suddenly it hit's him like a brick, jon can recall brendon watching american idol and obsessing over who would win. jon knows that's where he's heard that name, this is clay aiken from american idol.

jon wonders how clay got in here because really, this isn't the kids scene.

jon isn't sure if clay knows that he too is famous or if he thinks that jon is some normal guy that happens to be at a celebrity bar and jon isn't sure which one he wants him to think.

"do you know pete?" jon says and clay shakes his head.

"not really, my manager got a call from pete's rep saying that i was invited to this party tonight. something about meeting this guy named brendon." clay responds and he's looking at the bartender like he might want to order a drink, despite his earlier claim to not drink much. jon laughs.

"oh yeah, brendon's the singer in my band." jon tells him and clay raises an eyebrow.

"you're in a band?" he asks and yeah, jon's pretty sure that clay thought he was a normal guy. he nods, his dark bangs flopping back down into his line of vision.

"yeah, ever heard of panic at the disco?" he asks and he usually doesn't like to name drop the band but he feels like it's a given in this situation. clay shakes his head and it's not exactly an ego boost to jon but at the same time he doesn't mind because he doesn't listen to clay's music either, that's brendon's thing.

"sorry, it's just not my kind of thing." he tells jon and hey, jon can't fault the guy for being honest.

"it's fine, different strokes, different folks." he tells clay and the boy laughs and he is touching jon's hand, if jon isn't so sure he'd think that clay was flirting with him. jon thinks he drank too much.

surprisingly jon and clay continue talking and jon even talks clay into playing a drinking game with him, they drink everytime pete plays an eighties song from the d.j. booth. somehow jon forgets that pete plays a lot of eighties music.

so it's two hours later and jon is getting pretty wasted. he looks over at clay and he never should've let the boy play a drinking game because the guy is obviously a light weight and is now wasted out of his mind. jon hadn't noticed before but clay had been wearing a tie, and said tie was now wrapped around his forehead.

clay is making lame jokes and jon is laughing at them because he thinks they're funny. ryan passes by a few times and eyes jon oddly but jon shrugs it off and let's it go. brendon comes over and gushes all over a drunken clay who stares at him with glazed eyes.

at three-thirty in the morning jon decides to leave and he knows that clay has no way home. he knows because clay tells him a million or so times over. so jon hails a cab and clay is swaying and jon offers to make sure clay get's home okay. the boy is staggering and he falls on to jon more then once, he's short but he's bulkly kind of like jon himself.

jon is supporting both of their weight as the yellow cab emerges from the darkness and stops in front of them. he get's the door open and helps a druken clay into the backseat before he slides in next to him. clay's face is pressed against the cool glass window and his eyes are closed, like this jon thinks he looks a lot like a girl, enough to possibly rival ryan.

jon thinks that he should've let someone more sober take clay home, someone like brendon who would probably talk the drunk idol's ear off and ask if he could get ryan seacrest's phone number. the cabbie pulls up in front of the ritzy hotel that clay is staying at, jon leans over and attempts to rouse the older boy awake. clay moans a bit but otherwise doesn't want to budge.

jon sighs, he is quickly finding that clay is the same kind of drunk that brendon usually is. he already knows how to handle people like this so he has to wrap his hand around clay's arm and tug him out of the cab, clay unwillingly coming with him.

the larger and less drunk boy gives the driver far more then the fare but he doesn't mind. clay is leaning on him heavily and he's sure that the driver thinks they're a couple, jon wonders why he's thinking that too. jon turns them away from the cab and towards the too tall and blindingly bright hotel where clay is staying.

clay's blue-green eyes are closed and jon feels the other boy's hand press into his, for support he thinks. the two boys move into the lobby of the hotel and no one is around, jon thinks that's because it's so late at night but he's thankful because he doesn't need pictures of clay aiken and himself holding hands going public.

jon has to talk with druken clay for three minutes before he gets the right hotel room number. they take the elevator upstairs to the fourth floor and stop outside of room 313.

"clay, where's your room key?" jon asks, his hair falling into his eyes. clay looks like he's out again, jon moves his hand to the boy's shoulder and turns him so their facing each other. "clay." he says as he shakes the boy semi-awake. "clay, where's your key man?" he asks again.

clay's eyes flutter open and closed and his chin is touching his chest. "my pocket....jeans pocket..." he manages to say and jon notices that clay's voice is deeper, more manly when he's drunk.

"well, get it out!" jon tells him and clay doesn't anwser. jon sighs and knows he'll have to do it himself. he pushes clay back against the wall, rougher then he means to with the boy's back hitting the wall hard. jon reaches out and holds clay up by the shoulder, he lets his other hand drop to clay's black jeans and he presses his hand inside the right pocket of the boy's jeans.

he feels the card but before he can pull it out clay arches into his touch and let's a small groan escape from his lips. jon pulls back suddenly, key card in hand. he feels awkward, he wants to think that it was an accident but it doesn't feel like it was, he doesn't think that clay would've done that if a girl had put her hand in his pocket.

clay seems to have sobered just a bit as his eyes are opened and focused on the blank face of jon. "i-i'm sorry." clay starts, his cheeks reddening up and his eyes falling to the floor.

"i...whatever, it was an accident, no big deal." jon says and he brushes past clay and opens the door to the hotel. he doesn't offer to help clay inside the room but the other boy still manages to make his way into the lavish hotel. jon just wants to make sure clay is alright and probably use the phone to call pete to come and get him.

he hears a shuffling noise and turns to see clay sitting on the fancy bed, the red comforter crumpling under clay's body, ruining the neat apperance of the bed. clay's hands are clasped together and he's leaning over like he might puke his guts out, jon would like to leave before that happens.

"you hate me now don't you?" he hears clay ask and jon turns confused at the question.

"why would i hate you? it's not like i've never dealt with drunk people before." the younger boy says and clay looks up surprised, like he can't believe that jon wouldn't know why.

"because..of what happened in the hallway...what i did.." clay trails off and again his cheeks are tinged pink and jon just grins. it's clear that clay must've never seen/heard/read about the way jon's bandmates act together.

"i told you it was okay, it was an accident dude, it doesn't bug me." jon says again and he really wants to make sure that clay is alright, he might've just met the dude but he still thinks that the older boy is a nice enough person. he heads to the phone thinking the matter is behind them when he hears clay speak again.

"what if it wasn't an accident?" the southern accented voice drifts over jon and again he freezes up and turns to see the other boy. clay is looking at him, bolder than he's seen all night. "jon, i-i've never told anyone before...but...but...i'm gay." clay confesses and jon doesn't say anything because since the beginning of the night he had thought clay was gay, but obviously it was an important confession for clay so jon had to say something.

"thank you for telling me." jon says as an attempt to let the other boy know that he doesn't care if clay's gay. he thinks it's sad more than anything he thinks, that clay has to hide who he really is because of his fame. jon didn't notice that clay had moved from the bed to the floor next to him.

"what about you jon? are you gay?" clay is asking and he's close enough for jon to smell all the fruity drinks on his breath. clay is kneeling in front of jon, the bleached blonde boy watching him intently.

jon remembers muttering something about a girlfriend, about cassie, but whatever he was going to say was cut off by clay's mouth pressing against his. clay's hands were on jon's shoulders and he presses the younger boy back, so that jon falls to the floor with clay on top of him.

jon thinks that it's damn persumtious of clay to assume that he was gay. so what if he's in the gayest band in the world or if he happens to have made out with all three of his fellow band members and pete wentz. that hardly classifies as assuming he was gay.

the dark haired boy's hand's find clay's chest and he pushes the older boy back. they break apart and clay looks scared that maybe jon will hit him. "clay." jon says as he wipes the back of his hand across his lips. "i never said i was gay." jon tells him.

clay looks up at him through his lashes, jon has seen ryan do this before too and he thinks it should be left to the professionals, like spencer. "i'm sorry jon." clay sighs and jon is thinking that this isn't the first time this has happened to the blonde boy. "i-i just thought you were hitting on me...i-i'm sorry."

jon sighs and pulls his fingers through his bangs. was he hitting on clay? he didn't think so. maybe there were touches throughout the night but jon hadn't meant anything by it, he thinks he's become more touchy since he's met brendon urie.

"i didn't mean to make you think that i was into it, i mean i think you're attractive and all just..."

"not your type?"

jon doesn't even know what his type is.

"what's your type clay?" jon is asking because he is honestly curious. clay looks up at him briefly before he looks back down at his hands that are currently resting on his knees.

"guys who're manly...who look like normal guys...guys like you jon." clay said and jon smacks himself mentally because duh, he walked right into that one.

"oh." is all jon says and he's still a little wasted and he wishes that he didn't have to deal with this.

"are you sure you're not gay?" clay is asking and he's looking up at him through his lashes again. "i mean how do you know? have you ever been with a guy?" clay is asking and jon is beginning to think that the whole innocent and wholesome clay is just an act.

"i've...i've kissed guys before...my bandmates..." jon tells him. he probably should be finding that phone, ryan or spencer is probably worried about him by now.

"i bet that's pretty fucking hot." clay is saying and jon doesn't notice him coming closer once again. the dark haired boy nods and for a moment his mind flashes back to when ryan had pushed him against the dressing room door and had kissed him so deep and completely. that thought alone is enough to throw him off when clay kisses him again suddenly.

jon doesn't know why but he let's it happen. clay is between his spread legs, leaning into him, pressing their lips together. clay's tounge pressing against jon's lips and he opens his mouth, allowing the blonde boy's tongue to dip into his mouth.

clay's hands are on jon's chest and he's pressing the other boy down, letting jon fall on his back on the hotel room floor. clay moves himself so he's leaning up over jon. the dark haired boy doesn't know how clay managed to get on top of him. the blonde boy's hips arch a little and jon can feel an erection pressed against his leg.

jon tentively brings his hand up to the back of clay's neck, letting his fingers tangle in the blonde hair. to be honest he's missed physical contact, this kind of physical contact. he hasn't seen cassie in a while and the last time they had phone sex was quite a while ago. so, despite jon not expecting to get physical contact from clay aiken, he wasn't exactly eager to stop it.

clay broke their kiss before he dropped his head and licked at jon's neck, hands trailing down jon's side, fingers dipping under the hem of his longsleeve shirt. jon let out a light gasp at the feeling of cool fingers pressed against his chest. clay's hands were pulling at his shirt, eager to get jon out of it.

now jon was laying on his back, shirtless and breathless. clay was hovering over him again, smiling down at him with crinkled blue-green eyes. "i know you're not gay." clay starts, he brushes his hand across jon's cheeks "but how about you let me take care of you tonight?" he's asking and jon is wondering what he means because he is not getting fucked in the ass tonight, not by clay.

jon opens his mouth to ask but his voice drops away as clay drops his mouth to jon's chest and places feather soft kisses. his mouth trails down hotly across jon's chest, the blonde boy heading lower and lower until his mouth is just above the line of jon's jeans.

clay grins up at jon as his nimble fingers undo the button and part of jon wants to protest but then there's a warm hand stroking him and all other thoughts fall away. he doesn't know how clay manages to strip him of the rest of his clothes but he does. so, now jon walker is naked at the will of clay aiken.

clay leans away from jon and sits back on his heels. he pulls off his stuffy sweater, revealing a slightly chubby stomach, not unlike jon's own. the blonde leans back down, crawling up between jon's legs, his blonde bangs slipping to cover his eyes.

warm fingers are wrapped loosely around jon's cock and he hisses into the touch. clay is grinning and he trails his fingers up and down the shaft, working the younger boy until he's hard as a rock. "clay" jon breaths out "i'm not sure...i don't know about this..." he props himself up on his elbows and looks down at the blonde.

"don't worry, jonny boy. this is gonna be good." clay whispers before he leans down and glides his tongue across the head of jon's dick. jon's head falls back and he lets a noiseless moan escape his lips. clay slides his hand up jon's chest and pushes the other boy back to the floor.

clay swirls his tongue around jon's cock, his hand coming up to hold on to the base. the older boy dips down lower, the hot wet heat of clay's mouth sinking further down jon's hard flesh. jon groans and he can't stop his hand from coming to rest on clay's head, long fingers tangling in soft hair.

jon knows that this isn't the first time clay's done this, it can't be. he's too good at it, the way his hand moves along with his mouth, the way he smirks while he's taking jon's cock deeper down his throat...yeah, clay is definitly a pro at giving head.

jon's fingers tighten in clay's hair as the blonde takes him all the way down, swallowing his cock. "fuck" jon grunts out and he bucks up into clay's mouth. the older places his hands on jon's hips, keeping him still. the dark haired boy is gasping and grunting and he's so turned on. the wet heat of clay's mouth and the obscene sucking noises filling the room, it's the dirtiest thing that jon's experienced and he thinks that he'll ask cassie for a blowjob the next time he's in chicago.

clay bobs up and down and jon props himself up again to watch the older boy work. his hand is still tight in clay's hair and he's leading the boy, pushing him down and loving the feeling. clay hums and hollows his cheeks and pulls all kinds of moves that jon never knew about and jon knows he won't lasdt much longer. he's already drunk and that combined with just how long it's been since he's gotten off is enough to have him coming early.

"mmm fuck, yeah." jon moans and he can hear clay moaning too. the other boy is deep throating him again and jon just can't last. "clay.." he warns and he's bucking his hips up again, pushing his cock down clay's throat. clay just keeps sucking and jon tosses his head back and comes.

clay pulls back late enough for him to have jon in his mouth and on his face. jon is breathing heavy and he falls back to the floor. clay sitting over him, catching his own breath and wiping jon's cum off his face. the dark haired boy watches him lick it off his fingers and he feels his cock twitch.

after a moment clay undoes the button to his own jeans and he shoves his hand into his pants, stroking himself. his head falls back and he's gasping while jon watches. the younger boy isn't sure why clay is asking for the favor to be returned but he thinks it has to do with jon's whole i'm-not-gay statement.

he has his cock out and he's thrusting into his own wet hand. jon sits himself up and moves forward, uncertainly towards clay. he's not giving clay a blowjob but he figures a hand couldn't hurt. the dark haired boy reaches out and pushes clay's hand away. clay's eyes open and he's watching jon, a mix of excitement and surprise.

"what...what are you doing?" clay asks and jon shrugs as he runs his fingers across clay's surpisingly long cock.

"giving you a helping hand." jon says and he laughs at his own stupid pun, but he thinks that's okay because it's four in the morning and he's just come. he wraps his hand around clay's cock and it's harder than he imagined because the only cock he's ever had to do this for was his own and that's easier.

jon just does to clay all the things he knows that he himself likes, he hopes that clay likes them too. jon thinks that clay is enjoying this seeing as his head is now resting on jon's shoulder and he's crying out and gasping for more. he bucks into the dark haired boy's hand, hips flickering quickly.

jon feels teeth sink into his shoulder and he groans because yeah, he has a thing for getting bit. clay is close, he's moaning and arching and jon just wants him to come so he won't feel bad. he tugs on clay's cock tightening and loosening his grip.

"jon...i think i'm gonna..." clay signals a warning and he's licking the spot where he bit jon. the dark haired boy doesn't pull away despite clay's warning and he covers clay's cock with his hand. the boy comes and shoots his load into jon's fist.

the two of them stay frozen like that, clay's head on jon's shoulder and his cock in jon's hand. eventually though jon let's go, wipes his hand on the hotel room floor. he fucking exhausted but he doesn't want to spend the night here, not with clay. he finds his clothes as clay watches from the floor.

"you didn't have to do that." clay is saying as he tucks himself back into his pants. jon just shrugs.

"whatever, no big deal...didn't want to leave you hanging." he says and he buttons up his jeans and grabs his sweater off the floor. jon's pulling on his sweater while clay moves up to sit on the bed. he runs a hand through his hair and pulls his cellphone out of his pocket.

clay's watching him like he doesn't know exactly what to do. jon thinks that clay is used to having one night stands with men. the kind where they leave right afterwards.

"hey, ryan." jon says into the phone when he hears his younger friend pick up.

"jon! where the hell are you! we've been looking for you for...spencer, how long have we been looking for jon?" jon hears ryan ask and he laughs at his friends. "about two hours" spencer calls back and ryan repeates spencer. "yeah, two hours! you have some explaining to do walker!"

"chill, ry guy." jon starts, his back still turned to clay. "i was just helping a friend get home alright." he says and he glances over at clay who has his head hung and he's barely looking at jon but he is. "anyway, can you come pick me up? i don't think i have anymore cash for a cab." jon tells ryan.

"yeah, sure jon. just tell me where you are and i'll be there in five."

jon gives ryan the hotel address before he hangs up. he looks back at clay and it's awkward now. "well, i'm gonna go i guess." jon tells the blonde boy. clay nods and jon moves towards the door.

"jon!" clay says and jon stops and turns back to look at the other man.

"yeah?"

"don't..don't tell anyone okay? if people knew i were gay..if they knew what i did tonight...i'd be ruined." clay is telling him.

"don't worry about it. your secret is safe with me." jon says and he gives clay a little wave and a small smile as he goes out the hotel room door. he's not going to tell anyone what happened in the hotel room tonight, he doesn't want anyone to know that clay aiken gave him head and that he gave clay a handjob.

jon's outside the hotel for three minutes before ryan pulls up in his silver sports car. he's watching jon oddly from the driver's side and jon smiles at him before he climbs into the passenger side. he's settled in the car and their driving away before ryan speaks.

"jon...you smell like...sex." ryan says and his nose is crinkling and he's looking at jon with surprised brown eyes. jon swears mentally and shrugs.

"i..needed some alone time. phone sex with cassie, you know?" jon says and ryan rolls his eyes.

"well, at least you didn't do it on the bus." ryan says and jon nods.

"like you wouldn't have enjoyed that."

ryan laughs and they round a corner. jon closes his eyes and he's thinking about clay. he really honestly feels bad for the other boy. no one should have to live their life hiding themselves. it's extreamly unlikely that jon will ever run into clay again and he never took down a phone number or email or anything like that. he kinda wishes he had taken the time to tell clay that he shouldn't be afraid of what people will think.

though jon does have to thank clay in a way because now that he's had a blowjob from a guy, he's really fucking curious to find out what a blowjob from ryan feels like, what kind of noises brendon makes while he has cock in his mouth, and whether or not spencer can deep-throat him.

jon walker is pretty eager to find the anwser to these thoughts.