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side of Dan's face.
"You saw me yesterday, you asshole. Get off!" Dan pushes, but he's

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    too tangled up in the blankets to be able to get any leverage, and Chris might not be tall, but he's surprisingly heavy. "Evan, get him off of me!" And, okay, that sounded a bit whiny, but he's still half-asleep, damn it. He pushes again, and looks pleadingly at Evan.
Chris shakes his head. "Nope, Evan, don't do it, you'd be breaking our agreement."
    Dan hasn't heard about any such agreement, but Evan nods solemnly. "Sorry, dude, he's right." He stands up from the bed, and notices Dan's look of confusion. "It's a strict non-interference pact. I get to torture you my way, he gets to torture you his, without any appeals or interventions." Evan's grin widens. "Maybe if you'd signed the threesome contract like he wanted, you could have put some sort of clause in there, but you didn't, so…." Evan shrugs and heads out towards the kitchen. "That's the way it goes."
Dan lies there in shock. "You…." Chris looks like he's trying not to laugh. "You told him about your insane contract?"
    Chris arches an eyebrow. "I'll have you know, he didn't think it was insane at all. He said it was just that sort of out-of-the-box thinking that made me so valuable to the company." He frowns. "More like out-of-thecloset thinking, really."
    Dan takes advantage of Chris's temporary distraction to shift his weight and grab a pillow. He puts as much force as he can behind the swing as he starts hitting Chris with it. "Get off me, you freak!"
    Chris is laughing too hard to put up much of a defense, and Dan manages to shift him off to the side and wriggle free. He's still wearing only the boxer-briefs from the night before, and Chris lies back on the bed and runs his eyes up and down Dan's body. "Damn, Danny—are you

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putting on a bit of weight?"
    "Fuck you, Foster." Dan heads for the bathroom. He turns the shower on and resists the urge to look at his body in the mirror. Jeff had said he was fine. He pokes his head out the doorway and frowns at Chris. "And, dude, don't you think it's kinda gay for you to be lounging around in Jeff's bed like that? Get your ass in the kitchen and be useful."
    Chris doesn't look too worried, but he pulls himself off the bed. "Yeah, I'll be useful to the 'keep Dan from getting fat' program by eating your breakfast."
"I'm not getting fat, asshole—stay away from my waffles!"
    "You better hurry up, man—they smell pretty good, and I'm not known for resisting the impulse to steal your food…" Chris heads for the kitchen and Dan wastes no time before hopping in the shower. Chris really does like to steal his food.
    He showers quickly and pulls on clothes from his overnight bag. Jeff has offered him a drawer at the house, but Dan honestly doesn't have enough clothes to be leaving piles of them all over the place. It's easier to keep a central location and pack a bag when needed. He wondered, after he'd declined the offer, if it was some sort of a test, like a way to evaluate his commitment to the relationship, but that really doesn't seem like Jeff's style.
    He gets to the kitchen and finds that, while Chris is eating waffles, they aren't Dan's. Which is good, because Jeff's waffles are incredible, and Evan has apparently outdone himself in finding things to top them with, and if Dan had missed out, he would have been seriously unimpressed. There's not a lot of time to enjoy them, though, before there's a knock on the door.
Evan checks his watch as he slides out of his chair. "It's probably the

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car." He heads for the front door.
    Dan frowns at Jeff. "Okay, I get that nobody wants to be sure they'll be sober enough to drive, but we couldn't just take a cab, like normal people?"
    Chris jumps in. "Dude, four of us plus a driver, all the way to the city. And one of us is the Jolly Green Evan. A cab would be damn tight. And I saw the bill—it really doesn't cost much