"You're not ugly!" Simon protested, and he immediately wished he could take the words back. He could feel the heat rise up all the way to his ears. "I mean... that's not very nice either," he added weakly, wondering if now would be a good time to hide under the floorboards. He glanced up at the TV when he heard something go boom. "Hey, look! Explosions!" he offered hopefully.
Please, please, don't notice me blushing. His face was burning. This was so much worse than that time when he thought Pyro had caught him staring at his ass. To this day, Simon wasn't sure if Pyro had noticed or not. Not that he'd ever ask. But he could begin to see an emerging pattern here. Straight. Unavailable. Ranging from the feral savage to the cocky asshole. In short, anyone who might be bad for him, that's who Simon wanted. He did groan softly then.
No wonder he couldn't wait to get rid of each and every one of his one-night stands, even when they were interesting and fun... and gorgeous. Oh, and gay! There was always something missing. Jesus, he was a mess.