Danny lay back on his bed, yawning. “It was a kiss.”

“Its fine,” I said, still in the chair. It wasn’t like we were dating, or even fucking. If Danny wanted to suck some other guy’s cock and call it a kiss that was fine with me. I drew my legs up, balancing the psych book on my knees. I was in my boxers, as was Danny. The frigging air conditioner in Royale Hall was broken again, the third time this semester. Our room was on the sweltering top floor.

He giggled as he turned over, stretching out in the cramped twin bed. “Besides, Chris is a freak.”

“Is he?” I asked. Are we? I recalled the first week in our shared room, when I caught him jacking off under the little black light, his smooth cock already glistening with precum. I watched his erection bounce against his flat abdomen as he released it in surprise. Instead of recoiling or running out, disgusted, my eyes devoured his straining erection. That night, he made room for me on his tiny bed. I stayed, rubbing his prick while he stroked mine. I hoped for weeks that he would bring it up, or maybe I would stumble in on him again. I vowed that if it should happen again, I would be better prepared.

From my stupid words, I guess I’d already failed in that respect. So I said what was in my head: “Do you remember when we –“

Danny sat up quickly. “It was a game.”

“Yeah,” I set aside my book and flipped off the desk lamp. The hippy black light spread over his bed and Danny’s mostly naked body, making the bedroom look like the set of a seedy porno. The silk boxers clung to his damp thighs. I could see the firm outline of his ass, and the dip in the shorts where his tight cheeks met.

I bit my bottom lip. There was nothing, no indication that he might be gay, other than that one incident. Until today. Today, he sucked Chris’ cock in the laundry room. Seeing him on his knees, lips parted as his tongue darted out to lick, no, kiss, the dirty punk’s wide red prick really pissed me off. But as the initial anger wore off, I found myself reevaluating my roommate. Now that I knew Danny had a real taste for guys, I wasn’t going to let Chris have more than me.

“I know another game,” I said.

Curious, he leaned on his elbows, but kept his face to the wall so I couldn’t see his reaction.

"Yeah. I dare you to let me fuck you in the ass."

"What the fuck?" he muttered, putting the pillow over his head to drown me out. A second later, he thrust it away and turned over. "Are you fuckin' nuts? I'm not gay, Sam."

I didn’t say anything. Words had failed me this far. Instead, I walked calmly to the edge of the bed. It was as though I were entranced, just like before.

Naked, Danny’s skin glowed, a glow that unnerved me no matter what light it was in. Despite himself, one hand left his side, slithering under the silken hem of his own underwear. Massaging his cock, he stared at my bulging shorts with the same eyes he looked at me with that first week of school.

"I dare you,"