Dead Gay Walking

Ram collapsed on the bed beneath him, face red with embarrassment. "W-what the fuck did you just say?" He gazed up at the boy atop of him, waiting for an answer.

"U-uhm.." Kurt had Rams hands pinned on the bed. He could feel his palms shaking slightly, and felt a small bead of sweat  drip down his forehead. His thoughts were racing a mile a minute, still trying to muster up something, anything, to respond with. Why was he so awkward in situations like this?

"C-can I kiss you?"

Ram stared up at Kurt in awe, his mouth gapped in a perfect "o" shape. Still trying to process his words, he opened his mouth to speak, but found that he was completely speechless. Didn't Kurt go home right after the party? What the hell was he doing in his room?

"I-I mean, I wanna do a lot more than kiss I guess, but it's an easy start, y'know? B-but I'm not gonna do anything until you say it's okay, I want you to be comfortable and stuff and I don't wanna force anything." Kurt cringed at the sudden crack in his voice. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

Ram was frozen in shock, a million questions racing through his mind, each having absolutely 0 explanation. How the hell did Kurt even get into his room? He felt a cool breeze rush past his bare chest, and glanced over to see where it was coming from.

The window. Wide open, the lock clearly unlatched.

Real classy, Kurt.

Kurt noticed Rams display of confusion at the window, and quickly went on to explain.

"A-ah! Sorry about that. I, uh, knew your parents wouldn't be back for a while since the whole party thing happened, and I realized way after I left that I kinda planned to do this during the party, but I didn't want anyone to think I'm gay, ya know?"

Ram finally felt the urge to speak.

"Kurt! This is literally the gayest thing you've ever done!" Ram practically screamed, trying his best to look away from Kurts bare chest. Wait, why did he have his shirt off too? Ram was just in the middle of sleeping, for gods sake, and everyone knows that real men sleep without a shirt on!

"Oh yea! Uh, about that too. I didn't wanna waste time getting undressed and whatnot. I know you always sleep without a shirt on, so fairs fair, amirite?" Kurt laughed awkwardly.

Silence.

"L-look, just tell me if you don't wanna do this, okay? I-it's just that I think I like you and I've felt that way for a while but I'm straight, I swear!"

More silence.

"Okay, maybe I'm not, I don't really know anymore. I-I just feel all warm and stuff when I'm around you, but that doesn't make me gay, right?"

Ram had detailed, coherent sentences in his head, he swear he did; He had a detailed rant, a series of questions all expecting a series of answers, and most importantly, a very obvious accusation. Perhaps those insightful, constructed sentences has lost its way through the maze of Rams brain, because he could only spit out a single, and very distinct, word:

"H-homosexual!" Ram said, his voice quivering in nervousness. For being the smartest guy on the football team, Kurt sure as hell didn't know the definition of straight. "Last time I've checked, getting on top of a guy and asking for sex is totally gay!"

"Hop on the homo train with me then!" Heh, homo train. Nice one, Kurt. "Gah, I mean, only if you want to! Uh, d-do you?"

A long, awkward pause followed after. Ram had some serious thinking to do, which he did NOT do often.