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-Gerard-

So I meet my new roommate, and he's really, really hot. Then we were going to watch a DVD together, like normal guys do. Then he asks whether I want to watch Brokeback Mountain, probably as a joke, and what do I do? I go chicken shit. What the fuck? Why was it any different with him as it was with any other guy who I didn't know? Okay, so he's a sexy motherfucker, but still. Ugh. Now he's probably all weirded out. Great. Just what I fucking need. A hot roommate who I was going to spend the rest of my time at college with, I was seriously attracted to him, and he thought there was something wrong with me. Fucking great. I'd managed to keep my sexuality on the hush for years, and now I'd let myself down.

I looked up at the clock from my bed. Two-thirty. I had been in my room for half an hour now and I figured I couldn't stay there forever. So I got up from the bed, took two strides to get to my door, and grasped the handle. As I did so, adrenaline rushed through me, and I found myself clueless as to what I would say to him. "Hey, Frank, guess what? I'm gay." Yeah, that would go down well. "I'm sorry about before. I'll take you up on that offer to watch the movie about two gay cowboys together, because actually, I like it when guys kiss." No way. "I hesitated because I'm really attracted to you and I think you're really hot." Fuck off. I sighed, pushed down on the handle and forced myself to the living room, where Frank sat with his head in his hands.

"Hey," I mumbled. He jumped a little when he heard my voice, and put his hands in his lap. "Sorry," I said as I sat down next to him.

"Hey," he replied quietly.

"Are you okay?"

"Felt better."

"Listen, I'm sorry about before." He looked up at me. "I just..." I trailed off. What the fuck else did I have to say except the truth? I sighed and put my hand on his shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes. "There's something you should know about me."

He looked back into mine with anticipation. "Tell me anything," he almost whispered. His hushed voice made me shiver, but I wasn't going to let him know that.

"I'm gay, okay?" His eyes widened and I looked down from them and lowered my voice. "I'm gay."

-Frank-

He's what?!

"You are?" He nodded. "Well, I... that's..."

"You don't have to act like you're okay with it if you're not. If you want to change roommates, you can. I, personally, can't stand homophobes."

"Oh, no. Actually, either can I." Surprise washed over his face. Should I tell him? He's gay, and he seems like a trustworthy guy. I've only just met him, though. But he's hot...

He's gay... he's hot... he's gay..., my mind chided. What the fuck I'm telling him, I don't give a shit.

"It's kinda ironic, actually, because uh," I lowered my voice just like he did and watched his reaction closely when I whispered, "I'm gay, too."

His mouth opened into an 'o' shape, and before long I was imagining what those beautiful, soft looking, cherry lips of his could be doing... Suddenly I wanted to taste him and feel his lips on my skin. I kept staring at them, not even bothering to try and tear my eyes away. At that moment in time, I really didn't give a shit anymore. He closed his mouth and I watched his lips move as he replied, "Well, it looks like we're even, then."

"Mm," I almost moaned. I was imagining his lips trailing down my neck and my chest, his tongue flicking out every now and again, and then once he reached my jeans he would--

"Frank?"

"Huh?" Oh, nice move, dipshit.

"I said, I would never have thought you were gay," he repeated.

"Why's that?"

He leaned close to me so that his lips were next to my ear. "Because guys as good looking as you don't usually play for my team," he muttered. Then, as if nothing had happened, he got up off the couch and walked off to his room. I watched his hips sway as he walked until he turned towards the door and disappeared behind it.

"Huh," I breathed. What the fuck was that about?

-Gerard-

I can't believe I just fucking said that. But y'know what? It was the best damn decision I'd made for a long time. I saw his reaction. I felt him shiver as I whispered into his ear. What I said was the truth. He was just so fucking sexy... it was unbelievable. If I found out that he didn't know just how fucking much he makes me want to push him against the wall and slip my tongue between those lips of his, I was going to show him soon. In fact, if I didn't control myself right now, he would hear some explicit noises coming from my room. I decided to take a cold shower to cool off.

"Hey, Frank?"

"Yeah?"

"You got any towels? I'm gonna take a shower."

It seemed for some reason as if I'd caught him off guard.

"Uh," He blinked. "Yeah, sure, hang on." Then he made his way over to an airing cupboard that was in the lounge. The towels, to my delight, were on the bottom shelf, so he bent down to get one for me. I made sure I had a good look at his ass, before he straightened up and gave it to me. "Here ya go."

"Thanks." I held the towel across the back of my neck as I walked to the bathroom. When I reached the door, I turned and saw he was still watching me, so I winked, whipped the towel out from around my neck and walked in, closing the door behind me.

"Mm fuck.." I mumbled as I tried to stifle a moan. Five minutes into the shower and I couldn't help myself. The dirtiest, nastiest images flooding into my mind, I stroked myself, imagining it was Frank's handiwork rather than mine. I just hoped he wasn't in ear shot when I finally came and expletives echoed round the bathroom walls; whether Frank's name was amongst them, I wasn't sure. I didn't give a fuck about anything right then.

Once I'd finished showering off, I wrapped the towel around my waist, gathered all my clothes and stepped out the bathroom. Only to find Frank lying on his bed, legs slightly open with his hands behind his head. Oh my shit. Find an excuse, find an excuse, find--

"Hey, Frank?"

"Yeah?" He didn't look away from the spot of ceiling he was staring at. Dammit. Okay, this was gonna sound totally weird but who gives.

"You got a spare pair of boxers?" His eyes darted from the ceiling and towards his doorway. That got him. "Because, it looks like I'm gonna have to go out and buy some when I get the time." His eyes trailed down from my face until they reached the towel wrapped around my waist. I smirked. "Unless... you want me to go commando for the rest of the week..."

"Uh..." It looked like he couldn't make up his mind as to whether he should let me borrow some or make me go commando. I raised an eyebrow at him.

After a couple of minutes waiting for him to stop staring at my crotch, I said, "Well, whatever floats your boat, I guess," and walked into my room.

So now I had to go commando all week. Hm. As long as it got me somewhere, it would be worth it.