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time."
    "Be quiet."   
    "We probably should talk about this.  Do you think there's a protocol?  Or maybe we're setting the protocol."  Jason chuckled.  "I'm not even sure what I liked better, watching her or doing her."
    "I didn't think I would like watching as much as I did."  The image of Lauren riding his best friend entered his mind, and his waning erection became ridged again. 
    "When you made her come the first time I could hardly hold it in.  I knew how wet she was going to be when she lowered herself down on me.  I slid right in, no resistance." 
    "She was completely ready when I entered her."  He arched his back. 
    "I have to jack off, I can't even get off the bed.  Damn it, we were supposed to be fucking her right now."
    The bed started to shake, a rhythm every man knew all too well.  "Asshole."
    "I'm so hard just thinking about last night. Come on."
    It was always Jason.  Jason who got him to skip class.  Jason who got him drunk when they were sixteen.  Jason who decided they should both be with Lauren. 
    "Oh God this feels good.  Lauren's mouth would be better though.  I want to see her suck you off."  Jason inhaled.  "I gotta slow down, you need to join me."
    Russell faced him.  Jason's erection and hand tented the sheet.
    He balled his hand into fist. In the course of thirteen hours he had sex with one of his best friends and helped his other best friend have sex with her.  Masturbating with Jason pushed the limit too far.  "Raise your hands!"
    Jason instantly obeyed, in the process flinging the sheet off himself, and giving Russell a one member salute. 
    "Cover yourself."  He shook his head.
    "You need to decide what I'm doing. I really thought of all mornings today I wouldn't be jacking off, or trying to."  Jason retrieved the sheet. "Don't worry, I have a plan."
    "No…You…Don't."  He managed to get those three words out through clenched teeth.
    Jason stretched.  "Everything here is not only completely fixable, it is going to be better." 
    It may always be Jason, but not this time.  "You are insane.  Do you know that?  You are insane, and not in that awesome artist insanity that makes you cut off an ear, you are the kind of crazy that should be in an institution."  He pointed at his best friend.  "This couldn't be worse, and it's not fixable."
    "Why do you always have a little black rain cloud over your head?"  Jason wiggled his fingers over his head. 
    Russell rubbed his forehead, pausing to try to think of anything positive, but only summoning the vision of a picture Jason drew of him in the fifth grade with a little black rain cloud above his head.  "Let's analyze this." 
    "Don't play computer consultant with me."  Jason laughed.
    "Do it for me."  He lowered his voice.
    As if giving him permission to go ahead, Jason held out his hand.
    "Lauren told us she wanted to move out."  He held up one finger.
    "We had sex with her last night."  Jason shrugged.
    He held up a second finger.  "We destroyed her room."
    "We had sex with her last night."
    "We made her cry."  Russell held up his third finger and put his hand in Jason's face.
    "We had sex with her last night."  Jason flipped him the bird.
    He raised his fourth finger.  "She's not here now."
                  "We had sex with her last night." Jason repeated again.
    "We had sex with her last night!"  He put his hand down.  "Exactly, we had sex with her last night."  He waited for Jason to process his words. 
    Jason strummed his fingers on the bed.  "Great sex."
    With no retort, Russell blinked, still wanting an epiphany from his best friend who orchestrated this mess.
    Jason put his hands behind his head and reclined.  "Tell me it was not the best sex you ever had."
    He grabbed his lower lip and remembered the last time he had sex.  It wasn't great.  Okay, maybe it wasn't even good.  No it wasn't good.  It was average, but not bad.  He came.
    "It sucked, you told me so yourself.  Don't