100% Straight

Part 7 (Matthew)

Matthew followed Jackson out the door of the office and into one of the buildings empty hallways, putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Jackson was really fast, and trying to keep up with him was proving difficult.

Instead, Matthew chose to walk instead of run down the hall, slowing down his racing heart, until something grabbed him and shoved him into the nearest closet.

Once his eyes had adjusted to the almost pitch black, Matthew recognized the figure that had pulled him into the closet as Jackson.

Matthew raised an eyebrow, "Well isnt this ironic."

Matthew signaled at the closet that they were in.

Jackson grumbled, "Shut the actual fuck up."

He only crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, "Hey, you're the one that called me a faggot and slept with me last night. If anything, I deserve an apology, not you cussing me out-"

Matthew's impromptu speech was cut short by Jackson grabbing his face with both hands and crushing Matthew's face against his.

Although Matthew was taken aback at first and still reeling from Jackson's outburst, Matthew wasn't one to turn down a kiss, especially from the man that gave him the best one night stand of his life.

Matthew put one of his hands on Jackson's head and laced his fingers in Jackson's short hair. Jackson pushed him against the wall of the closet and slipped his tongue in Matthew's mouth.

The bang of a cleaning bottle hitting the floor spooked Jackson and Matthew, the former pushing away from him quickly.

Matthew touched his lips, even more confused than before, "Okay, seriously," Matthew chuckled nervously, "What the actual fuck?"

Jackson let out a breath annoyed, "Shut up."

Running a hand through his hair, Jackson finally conceded, "Sorry for calling you a faggot."

Matthew's eyes widen. Taking a second to process this, Matthew smiled, "At least you said sorry. Apology accepted."

Matthew paused for a moment, before he said hesitantly, "That doesn't explain why you said it to begin with. Why-"

Matthew's next words are muffled by a warm hand against his mouth, warning him not to speak.

Matthew was about to question Jackson as to why his hand was against his mouth until he saw that Jackson was still and intensely looking out of the narrow slit between the door and the wall.

Finally, Matthew heard what Jackson must have. A faint footfall was heard, consistent tapping of heels against the marble floor of the office.

When the sound of the footsteps had receded enough to be only a faint clicking sound, Jackson released Matthew quickly, like touching him wounded Jackson.

With a grimace on his face, Jackson turned to look at him and said, "I'm not gay."

Matthew couldn't help but burst out laughing. Jackson looked at him like every laugh physically pained him. He looked like he wanted to crawl up in a hole and die.

Attempting to control the hysterical laughter from being too loud, he focused on breathing, which was futile the second he saw Jackson's face; tightened jaw, narrowed eyes, he had the look of someone that wanted to die and kill something at the same time.

"I'm so sorry!" Matthew laughed, still reigning in his laughter.

Jackson rolled his eyes, "You sure as hell seem apologetic."

Matthew put his hand on Jackson's shoulder only for him to harshly jerk away, "Promise I am." Another giggle, "It just caught me off guard, that all."

"Do gay people always say faggot to each other?" Jackson ranted, finding something to prove himself as straight.

Matthew knew, from what his other coworkers said, that Jackson was extremely stubborn.

Call in an insistence on making Jackson pissed or a shield for Matthew's own pride, but Matthew refused to let Jackson be the one with the last word.

"Do straight people always corner gay people into closets and make out with them?" He could tell that Jackson wanted to say something, but Matthew wasn't done, "Do straight people always walk into gay bars and have a one night stand with the first man they find?"

Speechless, Jackson glanced at Matthew and took in what he had said.

Slowly, as if every word took an immeasurable amount of force to say, Jackson carefully asked, "That was a gay bar?"

Matthew's eyes widened, "You didn't know that was a gay bar?"

Jackson shook his head robotically, "I-I just went to the bar closest to my apartment."

Matthew nodded, "Well, that's makes a lot of sense. But, what do we do now?"

Barely after those words came out of Matthew's mouth, Jackson had blurted out, "We keep this a secret."

Crossing his arms, Matthew raised an eyebrow, "Okay, I'll do it if you promise not to call me swear words at work again."

Immediately, Jackson agreed, "Deal."

"But if you tell anybody!" Jackson warned.

"I won't, relax. Your secret is safe with me." Matthew waved a hand in his direction before discretely leaving the closet and Jackson and walking back to the office, a mix of thoughts running in his brain.