“I’m,” Felix began to say, but the other man’s hand felt so good. It hard not to make a little keening sound, his eyes falling shut as he pressed his stomach towards Wolf more. He knew that the word ‘straight’ was the easiest thing to say, but instead he opted for option ‘D, none of the above’. “Drunk,” he declared, as if that would give him a sexuality pass for the night. He could be ‘gay’ with Wolf, then be straight after he woke up the next morning, and did his best to avoid the other man for the rest of his life. That seemed like a really good idea right then, and he was having trouble seeing why that wasn’t the best plan he could go with right then.
He might have run cold, but the heat the other man was providing was a little intoxicating. He wanted to nuzzle in Wolf’s neck, he wanted to taste the other’s salty skin. He’d thought about what he wanted to do with men before, late at night- when he was sure no one else was around, when he had his dirty magazines and the door was locked tight. He knew about the basics, Felix knew what he’d want to do and have done to himself- or so he thought. Right then his mind jumped miles ahead, imaging what it would be like to undress, and help Wolf undress, to touch those areas he knew that he shouldn’t even be wondering about.
It wasn’t for religious reasons, his fear of his own homosexuality. It was more along the idea that he’d already failed his parents so thoroughly in academics. How could he fail them in something as simple as man + woman = babies? How could he let them down, again?
“I’m drunk,” he repeated, that silly grin back on his lips as he leaned in and caught Wolf’s mouth for another kiss. He could be drunk for the night; not gay, straight, bi, pan, anything. Just drunk.