I wake up, feeling sore. Looking around me, I see that the others had come down sometime during the night and snuggled into the large bed with me. Everybody had some part of me pinned down. Aron was sprawled across my chest. Dylan had my left leg tangled within his legs. George had my right hand under his cheek as a pillow while cuddling my right arm like a stuffed animal. Jorel was had his arms loosely draped across my waist. Jordon had my right leg in between his legs. Matt had my left arm cradled to his chest. I move my hand a bit and George wakes up, smiling at sleepily at me.

"Good morning Danny." He yawns, nudging Jorel and waking him up.

"George what the hell - oh Danny's awake." The bassist groans.

"Can you get the rest of them awake? Please, I want to go make breakfast for all of you." I plead with them and they nod.

Jorel pokes Aron's cheek, politely waking him up. Aron whines, sitting up, smiling at me. He sits up a bit more, and kisses me gently. I kiss back, closing my eyes. All too soon, the kiss was over and I whine, wanting up. Aron wakes up Matt, by tugging on his massive curls.

"OW WHAT THE FUCK?" Matt snarls, shoving Aron onto the floor.

Aron grabs a hold of Dylan on his way, taking the Mexican down with him. Dylan shrieks, he sounds like a dying animal by the way, which woke up Jordon. The guitarist looks at the pair on the floor with a confused expression as he moves so that my leg was free. I smile, sitting up happily. Aron and Dylan stand up, the latter glaring daggers at the former.

"Good morning guys!" I chirp and get off the bed.

"Oh! Morning Danny!" Dylan says quickly, letting go of his hold on Aron's arm with a blush.

"Morning cutie!" Jordon coos and I blush, waving at him shyly.

"Morning Daniel." Matt smiles, getting off the bed as well.

"What do you guys want for breakfast?" I ask and they all take turns.

"I like waffles and bacon." Aron says.

"Omelet and coffee with the morning paper." George replies.

"Pancakes!" Matt squeals.

"Waffles with scrambled eggs some bacon and orange juice." Jorel tells me.

"Man I'm craving french toast with a side of bacon and some motherfuckin' whiskey." Jordon answers.

"I'll take some toast and sunny-side up eggs with bacon." Dylan finishes.

"Well, why don't you guys go get ready while I go cook?" I offer and they all nod.

Aron gives me a kiss on the cheek before going upstairs. Dylan hugs me and grabs my ass before following him. George kisses my forehead and also goes upstairs. Jordon kisses me and follows them. Matt hugs me tightly and kisses my nose before skipping up the stairs. Jorel licks my face like a dog and pokes my dick then goes to his bedroom upstairs. I shake my head, they're all so cute. Then I head upstairs as well, realizing I was wearing the same clothes I had on last night.

"That's weird." I mumble before going into the kitchen.

First I have to whip up the pancake and waffle batters. I grab all the required ingredients along with two bowls. Then I turn on the stove and the waffle maker, before I start mixing the batters. Once they were done, I set them aside and work on making George's omelet first. I mix together the eggs and milk along with some cheese then I pour it in the pan after adding salt and pepper. Next, I put two pieces of bread in the toaster. Then I pick up the bowl with the waffle batter in it, I use a measuring cup to put it in the maker and shut the lid. I flip George's omelet and smile before getting some bacon going in another pan. The omelet was finished so I slide it onto a plate and sit it at George's spot at the table.

Next I pull out Dylan's toast, buttering it and sitting it on a plate. Afterwards, I crack two eggs in the pan I made the omelet in, making sure to sprinkle salt and pepper on the yolks. Soon, they were finished and so was the bacon. I place four pieces on Dylan's plate along with his eggs and sit it at his spot. Then take the four waffles out of the maker, sitting two on a plate for Aron and then two on another plate for Jorel. I butter them and sit them at their spots. Next I put four pieces of bacon on each of their plates and I start on J's scrambled eggs.

I grab a small bowl and crack three eggs in it, this is how my mother taught me to make perfect scrambled eggs. I put a dash of salt and pepper in with them along with a little garlic and onion powder, then I add a splash of milk, making sure there's not too much. Now I take a fork and beat the eggs for about thirty seconds, then add my cheese. I go over to the pan and put some butter in it, making sure that it melts before I pour the mixture in the pan. I get a rubber spatula and use it to scrape it back and forth then go under it, flipping them and then wait for them to get a bit shiny, a tip my mother gave me to make sure they were perfectly cooked. Once they were done I put them on Jorel's plate.

I rinse the pan out and put more butter in it, placing it back on the heat. Now I have to make Matt's pancakes. I get another measuring cup and put two scoops of batter in the pan along with some chocolate chips, then put more bacon in the other pan for Jordon and some to put on the table for them if they wanted more. Flipping the pancakes, I get some bread while I wait for the bacon. I mix up the eggs, milk, some cinnamon and a pinch of salt. Then I soak the bread in it as I take the pancakes off the pan and put them on Matt's plate, buttering them. I put two more scoops of batter in the pan with more chocolate chips. Then I take the bacon out of the pan, I put it on a plate, four pieces on Jordon's plate. I flip the pancakes and rinse out the bacon pan, using it for Jordon's french toast.

I put a piece of soaked bread in the pan after I melted more butter in it. I take Matt's last two pancakes and place them on his plate along with some bacon, just in case he wanted some, then I butter the pancakes. I sit his plate down on the table at his spot. Then I put the second piece of soaked bread in the pan, flipping the other piece. I get the coffee started, then flip the second piece of french toast and put the first on Jordon's plate. I butter it and then get down a glass for his whiskey. The second piece of french toast was done now too so I take it out and butter it too. Then I put his plate at his spot. I get his whiskey from the fridge, and put ice in his glass before sitting the bottle and his glass next to his plate.

I grab the orange juice, syrup and milk, placing them on the table. Then I put away everything that goes in the fridge and shut it. I get Johnny's coffee and sit it at his spot, along with putting glasses and silverware at each of their spots. I make myself a few waffles, using the rest of the batter. The guys all walk into the kitchen, sniffing appreciatively. They all sit down, and I sit between Dylan and Aron.

"Damn this is amazing!" George exclaims as he eats his omelet.

"My mom taught me how to cook in case I ever needed to impress a lady friend." I laugh and Dylan chuckles.

"Oh Daniel! I'm so impressed! I can't believe that you did all this just for me!" Aron mimics a woman's voice and Jordon nearly chokes on his whiskey.

"Jesus Danny, these scrambled eggs are dynamite!" Jorel moans through his eggs.

"You did good kid." Jordon tells me as he finishes his french toast.

"So what are we doing today?" I ask, eating some of my waffles.

"Well, today on our agenda," Dylan starts, pulling out his phone to check, "says 'get high and fuck bitches' so I'm assuming that we have a meeting at the record company."

"How would that have anything to do with a meeting at the record company?" I question and the guys chuckle while shaking their heads.

"Well the only way any of us can stand meeting with those cunts is high off our asses and then we usually end up at a bar which leads to bitches getting fucked." Jordon explains and I frown, not liking the idea of them fucking bitches.

"Awh little Danny is jealous!" Dyl coos and I growl, getting up from the table and going to my room.

"I can't fucking believe this." I groan, falling back onto my bed, my dog Louie nuzzles my face and I curl up under the covers.

A few tears fell as I bury my face into my pillow. How could they? I actually thought that they wanted me. I made them a nice breakfast, I let them use my body, I don't understand what I did wrong! I close my eyes and let it all out, making sure my sobs were silent. I'm nothing but a pathetic American Idol reject. I'm just a fuck boy to them, I should have known that they didn't want me.