No Homo | zaylor ✓

we might as well just fuck

The following morning, Zac was awake before Taylor was. Zac had barely gotten any sleep due to the previous night's events. After the kiss, it had taken him half an hour to fall asleep and as soon as the sun had crept into his dorm room that morning, he was wide awake.

All he could think about was that damn kiss. And every time he looked at Taylor, the only thing he could focus on was his lips — well, and the drool that had formed in the corners of his mouth. It was difficult to ignore that.

Even though Taylor had been awake in his roommate's presence for less than five minutes the night prior, Zac knew that Taylor had definitely been wasted and that the hangover wouldn't be very fun to deal with. Zac left two unopened drinks next to Taylor's bed — one of Gatorade and one of water. He also left a little post-it note that read "drink up, sleepyhead ☺"

Zac was unsure of what to expect. He thought that maybe Taylor would remember the previous night's events, although he did not have high hopes. When Taylor woke up with a look of confusion evident upon his face, Zac knew for certain that his roommate didn't recall any of what had happened between them.

"When did I get back?" Taylor asked groggily. He tried to sit up but immediately felt the effects of his hangover and collapsed back onto his bed with a groan.

"Pretty late. You were wasted, as you can probably tell. What did you do last night?"

Taylor ignored the question, instead looking over at the beverages that Zac had left for him along with the little note. He smiled, looked up at Zac, and softly said, "Thank you."

Taylor was sober by noon, his hangover having passed by that time. Since it was only Saturday, that meant another party would be held by his fraternity that night. Even though he should have learned his lesson from the previous night and the hangover he had faced, he didn't.

"Are you sure you want to go? We can do stuff here. You were really wasted last night," Zac said in an effort to persuade his roommate to stay in for the night. Taylor shook his head. Even though both of them realized that Taylor was not very good with alcohol and that he had little self-control after just one drink, neither of them said a word about it.

"I promised my friend that I would go with him. I won't be home as late, promise. Bye."

Taylor met with his new friend and walked to the party. If Taylor were to be completely honest with himself, he would admit that he was not even in the mood to party. He wanted to hang out in his dorm and eat microwavable popcorn. But he also wanted to fit in.

He ended up getting a bit more intoxicated than he had originally intended. Nothing as wild as the night before, he was just drinking the pain away — although he was not entirely sure what that pain was.

Logan had not gotten as drunk as Taylor. A short while after he noticed how drunk Taylor had become, Logan offered to walk him home. Taylor hesitated but ultimately accepted the offer. In reality, Taylor was highly exaggerating his drunkenness. There wasn't really any reason why, he just liked the attention.

As they walked to the dormitory building that Taylor called his home, he began to ramble and say things that he would never say aloud if not under the influence. He was expressing feelings that, when totally sober, he would deny existed within him. But while in this intoxicated state, he knew himself better, even after having consumed just a few drinks.

"Have you ever liked someone?" Taylor asked, stumbling over his own feet every once in awhile. He would laugh at himself each time this happened.

"Of course, why?"

"Okay, so let's just say I like someone. What if I think they like me back but they might not? What do I do?"

Logan shrugged. "If you really think she does, then it's worth a shot. Just hit on her and see how she takes it."

Taylor shook his head with a smile. Not because he disagreed with his friend's advice, but because she wasn't, well, a she.

"What if it's not a girl?"

Logan opened his mouth to speak but didn't have anything to say. He had nothing against that, just didn't expect it to come from Taylor.

"Well, uh, still do the same thing, I suppose. Whatever makes you happy," he shrugged again.

There wasn't much else to say. Luckily, he didn't have to say another word. They had reached Taylor's dorm building and he decided that he would be able to make it up to his room on his own.

"Thanks for the help," Taylor said and placed both of his hands on Logan's face, squeezing the other male's cheeks before giggling and walking into the building.

He stumbled up the stairs and through the halls, eventually entering his room. Instead of making his way to his own bed, he immediately headed for Zac's bed.

Zac didn't say anything, just glanced up from his phone expressionlessly.

"How did you know you were gay?" Taylor asked, breaking the silence between the two of them. Zac's eyes widened.

"Uh, I-I always sort of knew, I guess. It became clear to me in high school, though, when I realized that I wasn't like most guys in my grade. I didn't like girls, I tried to force myself to, but with that, I realized that I never liked them. I was always drawn to guys." It was weird. He knew he was gay and he knew that there was no way he could do things with girls. But even though he had known this for so long, he didn't know how to explain how he knew. He just...knew.

Taylor stared at him for a few seconds, looked away, and asked, "How would someone know if they were...bi?"

Zac blinked at his roommate a few times and then looked away, not knowing what to say. He barely knew how to explain the question about knowing his own sexuality, so how was he to help Taylor with this? He was definitely intrigued by these questions that Taylor was asking, considering that as far as he could tell, Taylor was interested in no longer living a heterosexual life. It was a good sign.

Zac shrugged. "Can you see yourself with someone of the same sex?"

Taylor looked up at him, a small pout upon his face. He didn't answer the question. Instead, he quickly leaned closer to Zac and connected their lips.

Zac didn't know what to do. This would be the second time that they had ever kissed, but this one surprised Zac just as much as the first time.

Taylor was the one to break the kiss, his lips parted and eyes half-lidded when the kiss came to an end.

"I think I want to fuck you, Zac," he whispered with a smile. Zac's eyes went wide and he didn't know what to say, mouth opening so he could speak, but having nothing come out.

After a few seconds, the only word he could come up with was, "Okay."