Are You Gay?

'How do you know if you are gay?'

'Am I gay?'

'Are you gay if you like hooking up with one guy?'

'Are you gay if you find only one guy attractive?'

The results aren't helpful. Some tell him he's not gay if he likes to top or only engage in non-penetrative sex (1).

'What's a top in gay lingo?' he searches. In incognito mode of course.

'Top: The inserting sexual partner; also known as 'someone who likes to put it in',' he reads the first brief explanation he finds, then types, 'how do men have sex with other men?'

He looks at the results and throws the phone away from him.

Tyson stares at the ceiling.

Nope

Nope

No way

He's not having penetrative sex or any sex with any guy.

He grabs the phone off the mattress again and takes the 'gayometer' quiz.

There are about 12 questions and they are pretty interesting, like, 'Do girls make you sexually excited?

Options:

1) Yes

2) No

3) I love girls, but lately, I've been feeling weird about this guy

4) Yes! Almost as much as guys.'

He chooses option 3 for that one.

In the end, he gets told that he's bisexual. That he likes men as well as women. Leaning more towards females.

He lays the phone down and stares at the ceiling some more.

He likes Kai but he doesn't want to be gay with him. Or rather he doesn't want to have gay sex with him.

He likes kissing him. He likes talking to him. Kai's interesting and can be really funny sometimes. But he did see that tape. And god knows what kind of things Kai likes sexually. He doesn't seem like someone who enjoys plain, vanilla lovemaking, while Tyson prefers exactly that.

It's like they're doomed from the beginning.

If he was giving advice to Hilary or someone else and thinking about this from a completely objective point of view. Then he would say Kai is bad news and he should get out while he can. Before he ends up doing something he doesn't want to do and hurts himself.

It's not silly or wishy-washy to run from danger when you sense it. It's perfectly normal to act impulsively sometimes. Everyone makes mistakes. He can back out right now if he wanted to. He's not sure how Kai would react to it. He'd probably be upset but he can deal with an upset Kai. He thinks he can.

He can, right?

Of course he can.

The images from the sex tape flash in his mind. There were more than three people in the room. He's guessing all of the blitzkriegs. And there are other tapes apparently. That were...wilder. Rougher. Kai's probably done stuff he can't even imagine. And who knows what they get up to Roppongo? Where they weren't bound by the university's laws and codes of conduct no matter how poorly they were maintained.

Tyson sits up and glances at the goldfishes. Two cute little fishies.

The night he'd spied on the Blitzkriegs with Brooklyn comes to mind. 'The Ring'. The boxing match. He's never asked Kai about that. Because whenever he tries to touch on something remotely serious Kai distracts him. Steering his attention to frivolous matters again. And Tyson doesn't even realize it's happened till he's back in his room and lying in his bed and recalls that he was supposed to ask him about a few things.

And that's manipulation.

Deceit

There are red flags popping up everywhere and Tyson knows he should run - no, fucking fly - for the hills.

He's dealing with Satan's son here.

And Tyson's aware that Kai talks in Russian to his buddies sometimes when he's around because he doesn't want him to know what he's talking about.

So that's how many flags now? Lying, manipulation, wild kinks, unwilling to disclose personal information other than shit he already knows, illegal boxing matches and possibly other -also illegal- businesses, secrets, secrets and more secrets.

Bad things.

All bad things.

But whatever Tyson has seen of Kai so far he likes. And the like heavily influences his decision making.

He doesn't want to let him go.

Tyson pouts at the fishies. Sending kisses.

His phone rings.

"Hello" he says, and it sounds like 'yellow'.

"Tyson, come quick," Max calls. "Those girls are publicly harassing Kenny."

Tyson stands up alarmed. The greek games are going on at the campus right now and that's where everyone is. Except for Tyson. He's home because he was feeling sexually confused.

"The Kappa bitches?" he prompts as he shoves his feet into his boots by the door.

"Yes! They're in the main courtyard. I'm trying to reach him. There's a big crowd here."

"Alright, alright," He closes the door and locks it behind him. "I'm on my way."

He hangs up and dials Rick. "I need you," he says as soon as he answers.

"What's up?"

"It's Queen's girls. They're messing with Kenny again."

"Where?"

"The quadrangle"

"I'm there"


When Tyson reaches the Greek games venue, he has a hard time finding Kenny or Max whose phone has suddenly gone out of range. Rick had joined him outside the dorm.

This year, they are following the tradition of conducting the games at night but it's jungle-themed so bonfires, lanterns and fake exotic plants are everywhere in the courtyard. People have paint on their faces.

There's a relay race going on. And the players are on fucking wheelchairs. "Who came up with this brilliant idea?" Tyson comments as he and Rick pass by the area. "What kind of ableist bullshit-"

Rick taps his shoulder. "The sisters" he says, pointing towards the large fountain. It's bathed in green lights, leaves painted around its base. A group of girls are standing next to it. Prim and proper. They're polished skin and poise is hard to mistake.

He sees Max. Talking angrily to Salima. And behind Max is Kenny. Looking shocked and fragile.

Tyson notices he's drenched when he gets close. He touches his arm, over the wet shirt, startling the boy. His eyes light up when he sees Tyson.

"You okay?" he asks. "What happened?"

"I fell in the fountain," says Kenny, without meeting his eyes.

"No, they pushed him." Max turns around. "They were circling him like a bunch of hyenas when I saw him."

"Get out of my face, sophomore," Salima says to Max.

"I will report you to the dean," he threatens in return. "And the anti-hazing committee. You were forcing him to kiss Kelly and threw him in the fountain when he said no. That's sexual harassment on top of the bullying. You're going to get suspended."

"You think you can get me suspended?"

Tyson gets in between them. "What is your problem? What do you want with my friend?"

"Not tiny peen involving himself in matters that do not concern him," says Salima, before Tyson grabs her face in his hand. She shuts up immediately.

"Tyson" Max calls his name in warning.

He looks into her eyes. Her blue and green eyes full of staunch bravado. "The only reason," he says to her quietly. "The only reason I'm not doing to you what I did to Kai," he watches as a flicker of fear flashes in her irises, "Is because you're a girl. So thank your lucky stars, ey?"

He lets her go. She breathes out shakily.

"You're suspended, baby," he tells her. "The union listens to me and I'll make sure that they make sure the anti-hazing committee gets you a month-long suspension."

"A month?" she asks outraged.

"A month. Cry again and I'll make it two."

Salima shakes her head. "You're insane. The union doesn't listen to you. And nobody gets suspended for two months for hazing."

"No, they get send to jail." Tyson moves toward Kenny.

"The union does listen to him," Rick tells Salima. The girls behind her back off a little. She doesn't budge when he looms close. "He's the one who got our showers fixed."

Salima stares, then wrinkles her nose. "Really? They're fixed? Then why do you still stink?"

Rick takes a step back. Bitten. The sorority girls invoke a different type of fear in him.

"Oh come on, man." Tyson waves him over as he walks Kenny to the nearest bathroom.

Max remains a beat longer. Looking like he wants to fight her again. Rick tears him away from Salima by the neck of his shirt.


"Thank you"

"Shut up. Here, take my jacket."

Kenny pulls off his soaked shirt in the bathroom and tugs Tyson's jacket on with nothing underneath. Max sits on the counter swinging his legs as Rick goes to get them all some drinks.

"When you said, the union listens to you, what did you mean?" asks Kenny.

Max tries to hide his smile and fails. "What?"

Tyson looks at him.

Max meets his eyes.

He's going to tell Kenny.

There's no point keeping it a secret from him anyway. He's the best among them at keeping secrets and Tyson trusts him with his life.

Max tells him.

"When he said the union listens to him, he meant a person, not the union as a whole."

Tyson gauges Kenny's reaction, slightly nervous.

"Who?" asks Chief, straightening his glasses and zipping the jacket all the way up to his neck.

Max bites his lip, grinning at Tyson, who cannot move for some reason.

"He's dating a member of the union," he says to Kenny in a whisper. "And you will never guess who it is. Not in a million years."

Kenny's eyes go wide with delight. "You're dating again?" he asks Tyson.

"Yeah" he breathes.

"Who?"

Max squeals like a little girl and Tyson groans.

"Who?" Kenny demands insistently, way too intrigued.

"You wanna tell him or should I?"

"Max-"

"It's-"

"Kai" Tyson blurts out.

Kenny gapes.

"It's Kai"

The guy's jaw literally drops down like a doll's. He stands motionless for so long, both Tyson and Max fear he's gone into static shock from the cold and the former shakes him by his shoulder.

"You alright?"

"You like men?"


Kenny spends about two hours drilling Tyson with questions. He's incredulous. He's also weirdly awed, but warns him away from Kai.

"I'm not a brainless oaf who blindly follows his feelings. I know what I'm doing," he reassures him, "you don't have to worry about me."

And when he asks him if he's gay, he does it with wonder. Pure curiosity. No judgment or prejudice in his face or his voice. Tyson tells him he doesn't know.

Max interjects at that point and says it's not important. That it doesn't matter.

Tyson goes to bed smiling that night.

Before his phone lights up beside his head.

01:45 DICK: Come over

What the fuck?

He doesn't talk to him or look his way once all day and now he wants him to go over? This late in the night? And so fucking confidently as if he knew he would be awake. Well. Tyson usually is awake at this hour, but-

01:45 to DICK: No

01:45 DICK: Should I pick you up?

01:46 to DICK: I'm going to sleep

01:46 DICK: You can sleep in my bed. I'll be there in five.

Tyson stares at the screen and scoffs. The fucking audacity. Making all the decisions as if this is a one-sided game. It's not. It's a two-sided game.

He'll put an end to this unfairness soon. Teach him he cannot boss everyone around all the time. Especially not him.

Who the fuck did he think he was?

Who the fuck-

Wait, he needs to change. Tyson gets up and pulls on a nicer pair of boxers, jeans and a red t shirt as Max sleeps soundlessly a few feet away.

He's putting an end to this. And by this he means Kai's insufferable - insufferable - ego. Take it down a notch for fuck's sake.

Or this relationship thingy wouldn't work.

He walks down the silent hallway five minutes later, hands in his pockets. The lights on the ground floor are off. Which is weird but not really because the Greek games got over a while ago and some winner probably got drunk and robbed light bulbs. It has happened before.

When Tyson turns the corner to the hallway leading out to the back exit, the walls are dark and silent. Dim light slanting in through the open doors. He sees Kai's silhouette leaning against the jamb, lighting up a cigarette.

"Ya know, smoking is bad for you," he says when he reaches the doorway.

"So is drinking," Kai puts the lighter away, it's a steel-coloured box type thing that he can flick open and closed. He'd seen him dance the flame around his fingers with it once. It was a pretty cool trick. "Are we picking our poisons today?"

He has a point. Tyson hates to admit it, but he has a point to make too. "You've been smoking a lot lately. Am I stressing you out that much?"

Kai blows smoke from his mouth. A faint smile on his lips. "I wouldn't give you that much credit, Granger."

Tyson grins. Climbing down one step. "Yeah, but you did run after me for a week."

Kai watches him silently. The air between them getting hazy. His image blurring behind the white clouds. "I'd do it again," he says after a beat.

Making Tyson blush. "Shall we go then?" he asks, changing the subject.

"Hm" Kai straightens off the wall and walks Tyson to his car, stubbing the cigarette on the way in.


Kai takes his hand when he enters the house, and Tyson holds on happily till he sees a very drunk, and a very mad Tala waiting in the hall.

There's a bottle in his hand.

Tyson frees his fingers from Kai.

Julia sits on the sectional, legs crossed, seemingly tired.

"Not this damn faggotry," Tala curses under his breath before taking a swig.

Kai pays them no mind, pulling Tyson along with him to his room.

"He better be out of this house by Sunday!" he hears Tala call to Kai. Who is he talking about? Is he talking about him?

"Why are you looking at me like that, Julia? Do you want to fuck me again? Is that it? Newsflash, it's not going to happen. I don't want you and your bony ass."

"You're drunk, Yuriy," Julia replies softly. "Sit down."

Kai shuts the door. Tuning out the rest of the conversation.

Tyson stands there for a minute wondering how anybody could talk like that to Julia. Like she was worth nothing.

Kai walks into the room, undoing the clasp of his watch, throwing extra pillows off the bed, making space for the two of them.

"What's going on?" asks Tyson.

"He's drunk. He talks nonsense when he gets drunk."

"But he drinks all the time, at parties, and..."

Kai doesn't answer quickly. Putting the pillows away. "Not like this," he says quietly without looking up.

Tyson eyes the bed. "What did he mean when he said he wanted me out by Sunday?"

Kai's on the near side of the bed now. His dark blue jacket covered back turned to him. Tyson goes to him.

He's taking things out of his pocket and putting them down on the nightstand.

Tyson touches his shoulder. Making him meet his gaze. "Am I some sort of a bet thing going on between you and the rest of your pals?"

His blood boils simply thinking of it.

"No" says Kai, as calm as ever. "No, you're not a 'bet thing'."

Tyson considers his eyes. They tell him nothing. He's never met a person so closed off before. Red flag number fucking one hundred.

He takes his hand away.

"Undress" Kai tells him. "Get in bed. Your eyes are starting to look small."

When Tyson looks at him irked by his comment, he smiles at him. A tiny, amused smile.

"My eyes are fine."

"Mhm"

He makes his way to the other side of the bed and starts stripping out of his jeans.

That's the only clothing item coming off tonight. No more.

Kai takes his shirt off.

Tyson's mouth runs dry. The skin. The tattoos.

Bisexual. The word flashes in his mind. Nah. He's gay. Gay.

He's so hot.

Tyson forces his feet to move and climbs in before Kai catches the sight of his boxers.

He's never let himself look at him but tonight he cannot take his eyes off of him as he walks around getting ready for bed.

Some dipshit calls his phone and Tyson prays he doesn't answer it because he knows, he knows he'll walk out of the room to talk to them. He doesn't want Tyson to overhear.

He doesn't fucking trust him.

Kai comes back to the nightstand to turn the ringer off. Hallelujah. All praise the lord.

Tyson sinks into the mattress and lies almost completely obscured under the heavy blankets, with only his eyes and his fringes peeking out.

He can look. There's no shame in that.

"I see someone's enjoying the view," says Kai, breaking him out of his thoughts, his phone in his hand. He's texting someone.

Tyson grins when Kai glances at him.

Guilty as charged. He jiggles his feet impatiently. Waiting. Waiting for him to lie next to him.

Kai sees the look on his face. Snorts. Locks his phone and sets it aside.

And finally, finally, crawls in.

Tyson takes his face out of the blanket so Kai can lean down while on his fours and kiss him.

He giggles when he pulls away to get under the sheets.

He turns the lamps off.

The room goes dark.

Tyson's hands fit around Kai's neck in the middle of all the shadows.

Kai's arms bracket his head as he climbs on top of him and captures his lips in a heated kiss.

He catches the sight of milky shoulders when his head drops to his neck.

His mouth closes around the skin at the base of his throat, right above his collarbone.

A moan escapes his lips as hot desire flashes through him.

His fingers tangle in his hair as he sucks a hickey onto his neck. It's going to leave a mark. He's marking him.

Tyson's breath comes out quicker and quicker.

His legs begin to tremble.

Kai's teeth bite down lightly on his skin and the pleasure running through his body crests. Spreading out from where his lips are on his throat to the rest of his body.

Tyson's mouth falls open and his fingers tighten in his hair as he comes in his boxers.

A broken moan tumbling out of him.

Kai raises his head when the high passes and he relaxes against the bed.

His eyes open slowly. He hasn't come like that in ages.

Kai's watching him.

He gives him a soft kiss.

"You sound so pretty," he whispers against his lips. "I could listen to you all day."

Tyson flushes when he realizes Kai was listening to him intently.

He touches his chest. The skin is cool.

No sex. No sex. But he did just slightly come in his pants just from getting his neck kissed. As embarrassing as that was he would like that to happen again.

His fingers graze Kai's collarbone.

He rests his hand on his hip. Over the blanket. Strong. Muscular.

And instead of it turning him off. It turns him on.

He pulls him back in. Wanting more.

His lips are soft. Satiny. His mouth like velvet. He tastes like toothpaste and something distinctly Kai.

He kisses him. Kai's lying on the bed on his side. Not on top of Tyson anymore.

But the kisses grow more heated. More tongue. Less technique. Kai's hand closes around his throat.

Tyson's boxers grow wet with cum and precum.

He doesn't stop. He cannot stop till Kai presses him back into the mattress, his fingers squeezing tighter around his neck. His kisses getting rougher. Climbing on top of him again, his hips coming to rest in between his legs.

His hot length flush against his own.

Tyson's system shuts down.

"No" he says breaking away, clamping down on the hand almost choking him. "No, stop. Stop. I'm sorry."

He pants heavily. The air in the room hot and thick. They're both sweaty and out of breath.

"It's okay" says Kai, his voice a rasp. He gets off of him. "It's okay"

Tyson touches his own neck. Wipes the perspiration he finds there. Shit. He stares at the ceiling. Shit.


A/N: (1) This is false information