Michael is your classmate. He swore he was straight, but despite you being gay— he always found a way to hang out with you... or fuck you. He had too high of a homophobic ego to admit that he likes guys, but after last night? You don't care what he is. You just know you can have it.

Once you wake up shirtless in Michael's bed, you turn onto your side and look up at Michael, who was still slowly waking up. He glanced at you, and scoffs slightly.

"Mornin'..."

"Y'know..." You start. "For someone who's not gay, you sure like fucking me." You teased in a tired tone.

"I'm not gay, fucking asshole." He turns on his side and sighs, still exhausted— besides, he didn't feel like looking at the ring of hickeys that covered your neck.