A?N: So this is a more risque chapter. I tried to keep it relatively general in order to keep the 'T' rating, but still if you're easily offened, um... be careful.

WARNING: Rampant sexuality. Lots of references to sex; both hetero- and homoerotic. Relatively non-graphic.


Spot was a fan of random conversations. Well, it was actually more of conversations about random topics. Whenever Race asked him what the hell he was talking about, or where he'd gotten that from the previous sentence, Spot would just shrug and say he was 'studying'.

Spot did that a lot. It wasn't actually studying as in book research for tests or papers, he certainly didn't do too much of that. As an English major, he instead liked to study people's reactions in odd situations – which made dating him a rather trying experience.

"Have you ever had sex with a woman?"

Race choked on his coffee (a grande drip, no room) and blinked at Spot in surprise. After swallowing sufficiently enough to allow speech, he carefully put down his drink and wiped his mouth. "Beg pardon?"

Spot cocked his head and repeated his question. "Have you ever had sex with a woman?"

Resigning himself to another round to random questions, Race sighed. "Yes."

"What was it like?"

Race looked at his boyfriend incredulously. "Spot, do we have to do this here? We're in the middle of a goddamn coffee shop. People can hear us!"

With a shrug, Spot folded his hands on the table and leaned forward. "So don't fucking shout."

Knowing he'd end up telling him one way or another, Race sighed. "Fine. It was just sex, not really that different."

"Liar."

Race snorted. "Okay, it was a lot different. But it was still just sex. It was kinda like just trying a new position, I guess. Maybe it was a little easier."

"Did it take you longer to climax?"

Spot's detached tone and almost scientific interest helped Race relax a little. "Yeah. I mean, we didn't go on forever, but it did take longer."

"Details?"

Race smirked. "It wasn't as good as when we do it."

That surprised a grin out of Spot's clinical façade. "Well, I should hope not. Give me some credit here!"

Race laughed and leaned across the table to kiss Spot quickly. "I do give you credit. That's why I'm screwing you instead."

Spot snorted, but his peculiar mood was back. "On topic, please."

Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, Race took a long pull from his coffee. "The older I got, the more my sexuality seemed to change. Halfway through freshman year, I was openly bi. By junior, I was almost exclusively gay."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why? Why what? Why am I gay? Why did I change?"

Spot continued to stare unwaveringly at Race. "Why everything?"

Desperately trying to keep the exasperation from his voice, Race sighed. "I don't know why I changed, women just got less pleasurable. Or maybe it was that boys just got more interesting. There's all that jazz about guys maturing slower than girls – either it just took me longer to mature into my sexuality, or I started liking guys when they finally started acting their ages."

"Or both."

"Or both." Race conceded. "I'm gay because I like screwing men."

"Why?"

Race closed his eyes for a moment and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because it's better than screwing women. Men actually know what to do – they're not just guessing or whatever. Men don't have to talk about every little thing - with each other or with their other friends. Men make more sense on the whole – and therefore I want to have a relationship with them, as opposed to with women, whom I have trouble understanding."

Spot nodded. "A valuable insight." He was silent for a moment, sipping his own coffee (some naturally grown brew from some obscure African country like Burundi or wherever). "When was all this woman-sex happening?"

Hiding a smile – he'd known Spot couldn't help but ask that – Race pretended to think carefully. "Hmmm. I lost my virginity at seventeen, and I last had sex with a woman like a week before we started dating."

"Whore." Spot muttered into his coffee, but he looked pretty damn smug anyway.

Race blew him a lascivious kiss and smirked. "My turn. Have you ever had sex with a woman?"

Spot blinked, then smiled and leaned back. "I wondered if you'd ask. Yes, I have."

"What!" Race yelped. "Then why did you have to ask me all about it?"

Calmly, Spot finished off his coffee. "I just wanted to see how your experiences differed from mine. The more opinions I can get, the better."

Race scowled. "Whatever. If I had to run the gauntlet of embarrassing questions so do you. So tell."

With a shrug, Spot tossed his empty cup in the garbage and folded his hands on the table. "First of all, the questions were hardly embarrassing-" he ignored Race's squawk of outrage, "and secondly, yes I have had sex with women,but only once in a while. It started way back in high school – senior year, actually. My best friend – Darcy, remember her? Yeah, anyway, she wanted to lose her virginity before she had sex with someone she actually liked that way – just to get rid of all the pain and awkwardness. So we decided to have a discovery fuck." He snorted and covered his eyes. "It was everything both of us had worried it would be – painful, awkward, and probably unbearably ugly."

Race snickered. Only Spot would worry about sex being ugly.

Knowing the reason for Race's muffled laugh, Spot grinned unabashedly. "Don't worry, our sex is very beautiful. But it was nice to get all the ugliness out of the way with someone I didn't actually desire or whatever."

"You've had sex with other women besides her though, haven't you?"

Spot shrugged. "Every now and then I either get tired of the dry spells between pretty boys, or I get bored with uninventive partners. So I dip my toes in the other side of the pool."

Race's eyes narrowed. "How often?"

"Defensive, are we? Don't worry, the last time I screwed a woman was almost a year before we started dating. And even before then it was only once every six months or so. Women really aren't that alluring once they get all naked and sweaty and start fucking you."

Race nodded sagely, clamping his lips over the laughter that was threatening to erupt. "Screwing men is so much better."

Grinning, Spot slid one foot up Race's leg under the table. "Want to go and make sure you're remembering the male prowess correctly?"

"God yes. I thought you'd never ask…"

Spot laughed and grabbed Race's hand, tugging his boyfriend out of the Starbucks. This was the reason Race put up with all the awkward questions and bizarre conversations. Spot always made it worth his while.


A: So? What did you think? Yes, like the conversation, this is a very random chapter. But then again,it is a story of snapshots. In the chapter, I tried to avoid stupid sexual slang words because I find them really awkward to say and to read. Which actually worked really well, because when Spot is doing research he would be all clinical and use the correct names. What did you all think? Don't be afraid to review just because it's a sexual chapter, now!

To last Chapter's wonderful reviewers: -'0'EmeraldEyes'0'- (I know Chapter 7 was cliff-hangery, it will be resolved later in the story... Thanks for the three - count 'em folks, three - reviews! And I'm glad I managed to make Spot's decision to quit smoking believeable - I had to do it from Race's perspective because I don't smoke and I don't think I could make it realistic enough from Spot's POV - I always look forward to your reviews...) and Tess (You're altogether too sharp for your own good. And I'd say you were spoiling the ending, but wait, I already posted the ending, so it doesn't matter! Thanks for the review darling!). You two are great!

Don't fear the review button, even if it means that you have to admit that you just read a chapter about two gay boys sitting in a Starbucks chatting about sex (with women and with men). You can do it anonymously if you really want to. Just please do! I want feedback on this chapter really badly...