You're not gay, right?

Why did I say that?

What the hell am I doing! Why did I say that? I don't want to see him again! He doesn't want to see me again! Last night was a one-time thing, and that's it!

I immediately put my hand back on the doorknob, not even bothering to see his reaction to my stupid question.

"Sorry-uh-I'm just gonna-"

A soft chuckle interrupts my inner panic, my eyes swiftly move towards the laughing man. His smile is wide, showing off his teeth, his eyes are slightly closed and the chuckle that comes out of him seems light and airy.

'Wow.'

Is all I can think of when I see this man chuckling at my brave awkwardness. He lets down the hand that was semi-close to his face, still with that smile beaming bright. His eyes open up, showing off the green and brown highlights of them. He gives a slight nod before speaking.

"I'll text ya."

The relaxed tone underneath that low voice sends an unsettling sensation in my stomach. I know those words very well. I've spoken them many times to the many of men I've hooked up with. I remember watching their excited eyes dwell down to disappointment over those words. I also remember the few slaps that came after I spoken those non-committed words. My grip tightens on the doorknob, I force a smile onto my face while feeling an emotion I'm sure my past hook-ups have felt before me.

"Sure." This is all I say before leaving the room.

*******

As I plop down on my bed, allowing the sighs and grunts to escape from my mouth. I try to forget the events that occurred last night. However, being on this soft bed just reminds me of being on the soft bed in the hotel room. Images of me pushing down his face onto the mattress as I shove my hard dick in him over and over won't leave me alone. My mouth releases another loud grunt that is being stifled by the pillow. If you were in the room with me you would hear the exhaustion and frustration that is coming out. Why do I feel so bad?

His eyes appear in my mind and for a split second, it brings me comfort.

"You're such a dick Blake, using him like that."

"Using who?"

I begin to shout but stifle the sound when I see Tomas standing in front of his closet. He's only wearing basketball shorts with some slides on. I immediately notice his bare skin is damped with his hair releasing small droplets of water. I focus on how they fall slowly from the tips of his hair to the top of his shoulder. Watching how they carefully slide down his biceps passing his elbows where they drop down onto the floor. I have to shake my head to get myself to stop staring at his  muscular body.

"When did you come in?"

"I walked in as soon as you fell onto the bed. You didn't hear me behind you?"

'As soon as I came in?'

I ignore the fact that he basically saw me fall face down on the bed while having a mini freak out. I simply put my head back to where it was, letting the embarrassment do it's magic.

"Trouble in paradise?"

I ponder his question. Should I tell him that I slept with his brother? No. 

Should I tell him that I slept with a man? No. 

So I come up with the most basic answer that should suffice his question.

"Yeah, school's just kicking my butt." I muffled out.

He lets go of a deep chuckle.

"You just started yesterday, give yourself a break."

"....Yeah."