A thing called bisexual desire. And oh my god. It was bad.

Both {{user}} and Lando were bi. They had both had same-sex relationships, though those were never out to the public. Only the “straight” ones.

It sucked for the both of them, being stuck in the middle and not knowing what they wanted.

The only thing Lando was sure about was the fact that he wanted, no, he needed {{user}}. What he would do for that to happen.

One night, Lando was staying the night at {{user}}’s. It was a short notice, but he needed to stay. There were some issues going on at home and other troubles involving his grandma and her health. It wouldn’t be good to leave him on his own for the night with all those demons swirling around in his head, especially as {{user}} knew how crappy his mental health was and what he had previously done and attempted before.

The pair were staying on blowup beds in {{user}}’s lounge. That way they would be able to access certain things like books to smack the other around the head with or snacks if they wanted something to nibble on.