Straight A's S2 E6 | Am I gay or am I just confused?

Everyone is over the age of 18

Continued directly after the last story 

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“You go get a snack. I think I'm going to take a nap since the doc said it was okay.” Joe licks his lips lazily. The remnants of my cum leaves a little shine on his right cheek.

“Alright.” I am starving. I didn't eat this morning and blowing a load usually makes me want to either take a nap or eat something. Being in a hospital and all, taking a nap isn't really an option. 

I patted Joe on the head and then walked out to the main area. I got a little lost wandering the hallways until a nurse pointed me in the right direction. I figured that the hospital food would be nasty, so I was relieved when I found a vending machine in the dining hall. 

Of fucking course. I recognized his broad shoulders from the back. What's he still doing here? 

“What the fuck!” Ben smashes the machine's buttons and then attempts to shake it. 

“Is this your only way of solving problems?” I couldn't resist a snide remark. 

“It ate my –” He turns around when he realizes it's me. “Machine is fucked.” He waits for the people walking behind me to pass. “How is he?”

“He has a name,” I say shortly. I go up to the machine and select an energy bar. It dispenses normally for me and I smile to myself. Maybe there’s justice in the universe after all. 

“What the fuck?” Ben slaps the machine hard again, making a loud sound but, of course, to no effect.

“Sir!” a passing healthcare worker stops and says. 

“Sorry,” Ben mumbles and presses some buttons again. “I said, sorry!” The lady rolls her eyes and walks away. 

I grab my bar and then decide to get another. I'm sure Joe will be hungry when he wakes up. 

“I'll take that.” Ben reaches down to the slot and I grab his shoulder by instinct. “Yo!” 

“Yeah, no.” He's too big for me to stop him so I jam my hand in the slot too to get the bar. 

“Stop touching me, beta!” Ben roars. I feel for his wrist blindly and hang on tight to it. He may have the bar but I'm not letting go until he does. He tries to body slam me out of the way but I'm able to stay stable. 

Not this time, fucker.

Suddenly the dining hall was extremely quiet and we both noticed it at the same time. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was staring at us. I let go first and Ben pulled his hand out of the slot. With a guilty look, he tossed me the completely crushed energy bar. 

“You're such an asshole.” I would beat his ass right now. But, I don't want to get kicked out of the hospital. Not before Joe can leave. Shit, I don't even have keys to his apartment. 

“Takes one to know one.” Ben rubs his wrist. “It's just an energy bar, fuck. We used to be buddies.”

“Buddies” is stretching it a bit far. Roommates, yes. 

“How is he?” Ben asks. “Joe.” It seems like saying his name is causing him pain. I honestly hate the way he says his name. How does someone say such a simple name so badly?

“He’ll survive. You stay the fuck away from him.” I shove the crushed bar in my pocket and start to walk off. 

“Hold up,” he calls out. 

I walked away, figuring that he had nothing better to say anyway. Plus, whatever he was going to say was probably gonna piss me off and I really didn’t want to have another physical fight. I had to walk off my temper so it was good that I didn't know how to get back to the right area. By the time I found a section I recognized, I was mostly cooled down. 

I slide past the sheet back into Joe’s “room” and sit down. The noise of it wakes him up. 

“Hi.” He smiles at me feebly. 

“How do you feel?” 

“I'm fine. Did you get a snack?”

“Yeah.” I pull out the two bars. Joe looks at the crushed bar and then smiles. 

“Even at the vending machine? Is this one of those boys will be boys moment?”

“He started it.” I give Joe the good one and then I open mine. The crumbs scatter everywhere as soon as the wrapper opens. 

That fucker ruins everything. I take a deep breath.

“Troy.” Joe hands me his bar. “No, take it. I'm not hungry. Give me your hand.” 

“You know, it's not easy to accept something new. He's definitely going through it.” He rubs the back of my hand. His touch has such a calming effect on me. “Even for me, I’ve always known I was gay and I still had a rough time.” 

“He's not gay. He's just an asshole.” I want to pull my hand away just at the mention of him. 

“He's gay. Or at least bi,” Joe says with a smile. “Okay, well it's not my place to say. Let's say… confused.”

“That's no excuse.”

“You're right. I mean, look at you handling it so well.” Joe looks up at me with a big smile on his tired face. My cheeks flush again, but this time not from anger. “You don't have to say anything,” he reassures me. His fingers interlocked with mine. 

I'm not gay. 

I just ….

I'm not gay. 

Am I confused? 

“You don't have to say anything,” Joe repeats.

I lean down and give him a little kiss on his forehead. I wish I had something to say. 

“Do you want to cuddle?”

“I don't think I'll fit,” I say, looking at the bed. 

“Sure you can.” He makes an effort to scooch over. I smile at how cute he is and brush the crumbs off my shorts. I climb onto the bed and squeeze in with him. 

“See? I don't fit.” The plastic of the bed railing or whatever pushes into my side. 

“Sure you do.” Joe turns to the side and I am able to lay on my back. He puts his head on my chest immediately.  “Thanks, Troy.”

“Thanks for what?” A surge of emotions rises in my body. 

“Thanks for … everything.”

“I'm an asshole too.” Am I going to fucking cry? His head feels perfect on my chest. 

“You're not an asshole.” He hugs me. “You're…”

“Beautiful?” I try to joke with my raspy voice. 

“Yup.” He lifts his head up and looks into my eyes. I quickly brush the tears out of them with my t-shirt. He looks at the wet marks for a second and then says, “And really sweet.” 

I shake my head. “I'm not sweet.” 

He lifts his head further and I know what he wants. I kiss him, and feel all the words that he's trying to say to me. I try to say them back with my own lips. 

“I'm really happy,” Joe says once we stop kissing. Then, he puts his head back on my chest. “And sleepy. I think I need another nap.” 

We fell asleep like this. I don't think any nurses or doctors came back in. That, or we just slept through it and they didn't want to bother us. 

There is always, of course, one person ready to bother us. Joe noticed him first and I only woke up because I missed the weight of his head on me. 

“Can we talk?” Ben’s head pokes through the curtain.