I woke up to the feel of soft skin under my fingertips. I rubbed it and 

realized it didn’t belong to me. It felt like somebody’s stomach. 

Perhaps a masculine one. I ran my hands up to the other person’s chest 

and was relieved to find it was a man. I didn’t really want to know 

that I had bedded down with a woman. After all, I had been sure of my 

sexuality for years and I didn’t want one drunken fling to make me 

doubt it. However, I didn’t really want to see whom I brought back, so 

I kept my eyes closed.



I moved my hand until I found a strong bicep. Then I kissed up the 

man’s arm and to his neck. I kissed along his jaw line and was pleased 

when he let out a moan. There was something about the moan and face 

shape that seemed familiar to me, but I didn’t let it bother me. 

Instead I kissed the man passionately as I laid on top of him.



After a moment or so, I moved my kisses down. I found a nipple and 

began to nibble at it. Another moan sounded from the man beneath me. 

This time I KNEW who it was. I abruptly stopped what I was doing and 

opened my eyes.



"JC?!" I shrieked. He then opened his eyes.



"Lance?!" I jumped off of him and grabbed the sheet to cover myself 

with. I didn’t count on him being tangled in it and he rolled off the 

bed. A loud thunk sounded and suddenly Joey was in the room.



"Are you o...What are you guys doing?" JC tried to cover his nakedness 

with his hands as he blushed. I pulled the sheet tighter around myself. 

"My god. I knew it. Last night the two of you were hanging all over 

each other at the bar. I knew you were drunk off your asses and I knew 

this would happen!" Joey chuckled. "I’ll leave you guys to sort things 

out." Joey left the room.



JC stood up. He was still trying to cover his manhood. For christ’s 

sake, we had just had sex the night before and now he was hiding from 

me. I chuckled.



"What?" he asked.



"I just think it’s ironic that you’re trying to cover yourself after 

last night."



"You remember last night?"



"No, but one can assume."



"Lance, where are my clothes?" I shrugged.



"Where are mine?"



"I don’t know. Alright, let’s look at this logically. There is only one 

sheet in here. There are no clothes and two naked men. Let’s share the 

sheet."



"That’s not a good idea."



"Why not?" How could I tell JC that I was hard just looking at him? 

That wouldn’t go down well. It would be best if I just acted cold and 

unaffected by the situation. I couldn’t let JC know that I had feelings 

for him.



"I just don’t want to share."



"Oh come on, Lance. Share with me. This is awkward and it’ll only be 

until we find clothing."



"I said no, JC." He started to advance on me. He then tackled me into 

the wall and leapt into the blanket. So far, so good. He hadn’t 

noticed, yet. I thought too soon.



"Um...Lance?"



"Yeah?"



"Is that what I think it is?"



"What?" I might as well play dumb. I knew what was poking him. JC’s 

hand snaked in front of him and grabbed what was poking his thigh. I 

gasped, but JC didn’t let go. He instead started to massage the flesh. 

My head titled back and I groaned as my hips thrusted into JC’s hand. 

JC moved closer to me and kissed my neck and shoulders. His mouth moved 

to mine as his hands moved to the small of my back. As we kissed I 

allowed my hands to explore his body.





JC pulled away quickly. He then grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. 

I didn’t even know whose bed it was, but my mind wasn’t really with me 

at that moment.



JC guided me onto the bed and on my back. He straddled my thighs as he 

kissed my chest and stomach. Something inside me snapped and I started 

to moan like an animal. It must have really turned JC on because 

he...well, every boy has his secrets.



Hours later I woke up. Being with JC must have really tired me out. I 

opened my eyes this time, wanting to savor everything. JC was sleeping. 

I couldn’t resist touching his lips and eventually kissing them.



I thought of all the possibilities of our new relationship as we 

kissed. This was opening up a new branch of my life. JC and I could 

finally be together.



Soon our kissing turned into more and I found we were going at it 

again.



When we were finished, we showered together, ending in another sexual 

episode. Then, I said the words that I had always wanted to say to him, 

but didn’t have the courage to until now. "I love you."



JC looked at me. His eyes were tinged with fear. "Wow. You don’t mean 

that, Lance."



"Yes, I do. I’ve been wanting to tell you that for years."



"No...Look. We slept together, let’s not ruin it." I frowned.



"Ruin it?"



"Did you seriously think we’d be a couple or something?" He paused, 

then chuckled. "You did, didn’t you? Well...that’s just pathetic." My 

mouth hung open. This was certainly not the reaction I expected from 

him. "What do you want me to say, Lance?" he said while rolling his 

eyes.



I pushed JC out of the bathroom before slamming and locking the door. I 

didn’t want him to see me weep.



Jerk.