I Can't Believe this (BXB)

Chapter 17: I'm not gay

Chapter 17: I'm not gay

Fernando's POV:

As I walked out of the bathroom Daniel was liked into the room. I had on blue plaid flannel pajama pants, and I was shirtless. I ran a hand through my hair and shook out some of the water that got into my hair. "Hey," I greeted Daniel. He was still dressed the same as before when we were at the dance studio. Only thing different is that he was sweaty and his face was flushed red. He grabbed his water bottle and chugged down at least five gulps of water. "Thirsty?" I smirked at my own joke. "Not in the way you're thinking of." He said putting his water bottle in the bag he took to the studio. "You know, that makes you gay to." He said out of no where.

I froze. "What makes me gay?" I asked in honest confusion. "The way you were dancing...with me." He said looking awkward talking about it. "I was poring a point," I chuckled. "Whatever, I'm going to take a shower." He muttered and grabbed his clothes. "If you're going to do nasty stuff in there make sure you clean it up." I told him as he walked into the bathroom.

He turned and narrowed his eyes at me. "Fuck you Fernando." He spat before closing the bathroom door. I chuckled and jumped on my bed. "What to do, what to do?" I tapped my chin in boredom thinking if things I could possibly do on this fine Tuesday evening. I had already finished up all my classes after the break I had.

I heard the water in the shower turn on, and the walk in shower door close. I shouldn't have been thinking about this. About him. About ANY boy. But I could picture him...naked... In the shower. The drops of water running down his pale skin, the water from the shower head cascading around him. His silky pale blonde hair getting darker as the water touched it. Him...touching himself as he washed his body.

Ok, enough! This is DANIEL I'm thinking about. A BOY. Lets not have my weirdly gay thoughts turn into fifty shades of grey. I wouldn't mind seeing fifty shades of Daniel.

Wait.

What?!

What the hell is happening to me?

I sat on my bed with my knees up to my chest, my arms hugging me legs. My chin sat in between my knees as I stared at the beige wall in front of me. I tried to think of some other things, I really really really did. But my mind kept wandering back to Daniel. To his body. Then I happened to think if his body against mine. Maybe I'm just really horny? Really really horny.

What the hell though!

I almost jumped fifty feet into the air when the bathroom door opened. Daniel came out with pants similar to mine except they were black and they weren't plaid. He had a long-sleeved gray buttoned shirt on, but the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. "Enjoy your shower?" I asked him, my voice devoid of any emotion. I watched as he dumped his dirty clothes into the hamper, and sit on his bed. "Yeah," He said and took his bag off the bed and placed it on the floor. "Look, I have no problem with you being gay. My best friend is gay. I just wanted to know if you were." I told him turning my face so that I could completely look at him. My cheek rested on my knee and we were staring at each other. "Why did you want to prove it so badly?" He whispered while frowning. Some of his hair fell into his face and my hand twitched wanting to move it and place it behind his ear. "I just had a feeling, and I wanted to know if it was true." I cleared my throat. "Only homosexuals have gaydars." He laughed and rolled his eyes.

I have no idea what was going on with me. I almost moaned at the sound of his laugh. "So do you have a gaydar?" I asked him trying to keep this conversation going. I actually wanted to talk to him...to be NICE for a change. Ew. "It's for me to know, and for you...to never find out." He smiled and I laughed. "Do something with me." I told him getting up on my palms and knees on my bed. "Like?"