I'm not gay

Sean

{I should probably alert you this is a bit of a spice chapter. But I'm not talking slow and sensual like in the last one, we're talking angry sex here, you know the drill. If you're uncomfortable, look through until xxx. But it's not starting immediately, you'll be told when it does}.

~Sean~

"You're being over dramatic", I crossed my arms as I watched him sulk on the bed, his face buried into the pillows. "How am I being overdramatic? You expect me to be all happy because of what happened?" His muffled voice grumbled from the pillow.

"I never said no."

Mark rolled over and looked at me with an irritant expression. "You never said yes either."

"I just think you're not ready", I shrugged casually and he rolled his eyes. "Fuck you", he returned to his position with his face in the fabric of my pillows.

"Mark. You're leaving in a few days and I don't want to spend it with you being a salty crybaby and me prodding at you like an exhausted mother", I scoffed and his shoulders shook which indicated he was laughing.

"You are the more petite one."

"Get up!" I snapped, grabbing his ankle and attempting to drag him off the mattress but he kicked me away and sat upright.

"Can't you just leave me alone for a few minutes to get over myself? Christ above Sean, you have no sense of boundaries", Mark snapped at me, giving me one of the harshest glares he could muster.

A glare that I recognized from when he was a 'straight homophobe'.

"I've given you two hours to sulk alone, now I think that's more than enough! I want to spend time with you, is that so fucking bad?" I shot back and he rolled his eyes.

"Wouldn't you much rather see Signe?" He grumbled, probably not expecting me to hear him as clearly as I did.

"You're such a sour cunt, you know that? When shit doesn't go your way, all you do is fucking sulk! So yes! I will go and see her! I'm sure she's a much better fuck than you are!" I snarled at him, immediately turning on my heel and heading for the bedroom door.

I wasn't going to see her. I don't know where I was going, but as long as it was away from his venomous attitude, I would be fine.

I was stopped when he slammed the door shut the moment I opened it. "Excuse me?" His voice was low, it sent shivers down my spine and I looked over into his burning eyes.

"Let me leave Mark, I'm doing exactly as you asked me to", I tried to opened the door but he held it shut before he stepped closer, pressing his full front against my back.

"A better fuck? Is that what you think?" I suddenly registered what I previously said and the blood swarmed to my cheeks when I realized my mistake. I wasn't going to stop it there. Oh no.

"I bet she is, at least she isn't a fucking git like someone I know", I spat and tried the door again but this time he gripped my hips and spun me around to face him before sandwiching my body between his and the door.

"I'll show you who the better fuck is", he tightly gripped my chin in his hand, forcing my head up and locking our mouths together in a rough and dominating kiss.

{you can skip now it you're uncomfortable, maybe I'll actually let it progress this time}.

I tried not to kiss back, shaking my head and breaking the kiss. "Get off you fucking a-" he trailed his lips over my jawline, leaving wet kisses over my skin as they continued down my neck. "M-Mark", I whimpered, my knees beginning to weaken.