Cosplay Husband

10. Meanwhile...

JEAN: I couldn't believe I had let that guy into my bed and, shortly after, into my ass.

My entire body was sore and my head was pounding from the hangover.

Stupid fucking Marco...I could barely remember anything. For all I know, it might not have been consented.

But I vaguely remember that. I remember him on his knees, his hands on my hips, his face pressed into my crotch.

"Are you sure?" He had murmured.

I think I said something like, "God please, I can't take it..."

I can't believe I had begged so desperately.

I was in my dorm now, knocking things over and kicking stuff.

"Stupid...how could I have been so stupid...?" I muttered.

There was a knock on the door.

"If it's you, Marco, I don't wanna talk!" I shouted.

"Jean, you're acting like a child. Please just open the door and talk to me." Marco said calmly.

He sounded like my mom. In fact, if my mom had been here she would've forced me to open the door.

Stiffly, I let him inside. He had normal clothes on (thank God).

"Jean, I wanna know who taught you that being gay was wrong?" Marco began.

"Who taught me? No one, I just came to that conclusion on my own." My mom had actually told me over and over that love in any form was love nonetheless. But I hadn't believed her.

"Why?"

"Why? Because, it's weird and unnatural and gross!"

"Am I gross?"

"Yes, you're the grossest one I've met because you had sex with me!"

"Jean, we were both drunk. We were both out of our right minds. But we did both consent."

"Well because of you my entire body is fucking sore!"

My body was trembling with anger now. I wasn't even fully angry, mostly just confused.

It's not like I had enjoyed the sex, but had I?

I barely remembered any of it, and I'm sure Marco didn't, either.

I crossed my arms and sat on my bunk.

"Did you enjoy it, Jean?" Marco asked quietly.

"Are you insane? How could I enjoy--?"

I noticed he was sitting on the floor now, on his knees in front of me.

I now regained a vivid memory of his head between my legs, and I grew angrier. Had I let him do that to me?

"Jean, did you enjoy it?" He repeated.

"I..." I faltered. Now that I had recovered some memory of that experience, I was maybe starting to believe that I had enjoyed it.

"Jean, I'm sorry," Marco said. "We were both so drunk, but drunk sex isn't real sex. We did both give consent, but it wasn't as good as sober sex."

I couldn't speak now. What could I even say to him that wouldn't make me sound gay?

"Why did we do that?" I muttered. "More importantly, why did you do that?"

Marco sighed and scratched the back of his neck. He didn't meet my eyes for a second...but then he did. "I thought...I thought maybe you weren't really a homophobic asshole deep down. I thought maybe...maybe I could do something about it?" He admitted.

"You thought fucking me would turn me gay and less homophobic?" I started to get angry again.

"Yeah...I'm really sorry. I won't ever do something like that again. We were drunk and stupid, and I was stupid..." Marco stood up and went to the door.

I could almost hear my mother's voice screaming at me to keep talking to him. "Hey, wait..."

He turned around.

"Uh...you said that sober sex was better than drunk sex...?" I asked curiously. My heart was pounding. Am I just gonna ask him for sex now? What the hell?

"Yeah...." Marco said. His eyes went to the floor, and he shifted around. "Did...did you wanna try it?"

"If we never, ever talk about it ever again, then...yeah." I decided

Marco's face lit up a little.

"Uh...no homo," I added.

He smirked. "Say that all you want, hon." He pushed me onto the bed.