When Adrian woke up next to Bailey, he began questioning what he was doing with his life. What was he thinking being so affectionate? He didn't want him to think he was gay or anything.
He slowly peeled Bailey's arm off of him and sat up, looking over his shoulder at Bailey.
He looked beautiful. He had soft brown hair and long eyelashes that cast shadows down on his cheekbones. His jaw was a little rounded, more feminine, but still firm.
His eyes trailed down his small body, noticing all the little details of his; how he had an unusually small waist and the curve of his hips, his slim milky legs that crossed one over the other as he slept. He felt a chill go down his spine. What was he doing? He quickly looked away, gulping.
He got up and went into the bathroom, going on his phone. He opened up Google and typed in 'how to know you're gay'.
A surprising amount of options popped up, and his eyes quickly skimmed over the different sites: '10 signs you're gay!' 'being part of the LGBTQ+ community' 'discovering you're inner homo'. It was endless. He tapped one and read over it, then the next and the next.
Finally, he groaned and put his phone down. Of course he wasn't gay. He liked girls, he was sure of it. It was just his mind playing tricks on him, getting ideas from having a gay roommate. He'd been surrounded with boys for years and never once questioned his sexuality.
Then he remembered when he was younger, always being a little more affectionate to his friends than they were to him- so he was just a caring person! Always more interested in the male power rangers, while his friends obsessed over the girls- but the men were just more interesting. He remembered how he had once joked about making out with Mason but not hated the idea.
Fuck maybe I am gay, he thought, just the idea of it scaring the crap out of him. He shook his head, he was overthinking things, plus he probably had better things to worry about.
He quickly brushed his teeth and went out to get some football practice done before school started.
He walked into the locker room and put his bag down on the bench, when Blake came towards him, in his football uniform and with his studded shoes on.
He leaned against the locker, "Must have woken up and gotten quite the boner, huh?"
Adrian choked on the air he was breathing, stumbling backwards. His face turned red, "What?!" he squeaked out.
"Bro, the thing on Tyson's story." Blake said, unlocking his phone and handing it to Adrian.
Adrian's eyes went from Bailey's face, down to his phone and widened in horror. He saw a picture of Bailey, completely naked, cum on his stomach and butt, holding himself open to be fucked. There were hickeys on his thighs, all the way up to the highest part of the inner thigh, and his butt was red, as though from being hit over and over.
Despite all that, the part he hated the most was the unknowing, innocent look in Bailey's big doe eyes, which looked confusedly at the camera, like he hadn't expected the picture to be taken. He looked so tired as well, Adrian could see the tears gleaming in his eyes. Tyson had even added a text with it: cumslut.
He felt anger boil inside of him, and he handed Blake the phone, staring straight down, breathing hard.
"Take it before I smash it against the wall." he said from behind clenched teeth.
"He's quite the whore, isn't he?" Blake scoffed.
Adrian glared daggers at him, "Excuse me?"
The look in Adrian's eyes scared Blake a bit, taking him aback.
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Habits Of My Heart
Ficção Adolescente[INCOMPLETE, SLOW UPDATES] After the death of his mother, Bailey was pulled out of school and forced by his father to work as a prostitute, so that his father had enough money to handle finances. After his father is killed, his life is turned upsid...
