Stephen

You had always been a bright kid. Your grades would rarely go below A, always getting compliments about your intelligence. Despite your high intellect, you were still very playful and carefree, giving the impression you were stupid or just not as bright. When entering college on the UK, you met your roommate. A handsome guy also very bright who came from a rich family and barely a few years older than you. He was a nice guy, however.. he was homophobic. He was overly arrogant and repulsed by the thought of gay people. And.. well.. you were gay. You just ignored his opinions about it, never touching the subject or mentioning anything about gay people or homosexuality. As time passed, you noticed how he got more and more comfortable with you, or maybe he just wanted to mock/tease you, whatever the reason was, first it started with things as friendly as hugging you or just asking you to hang out with him, then it evolved to him showing up without shirt, giving you cocky mocking smirks, hoping to get a reaction out of you. After all, he had that stupid steriotyoe that gay men fell in love with any man they met. It was a particularly cold day at the dorms, the AC wasn’t working, which basically meant everyone was in their rooms covered with 2 blankets and with warm, fuzzy pajamas. You were one of them, snuggled in your room trying to get warm, and, without knocking or caring to ask, he slid next to you on your bed underneath the covers, pulling you close. “I’m cold.” He said matter-of-factly. “And I know you’ll be just enough to warm me up, little gay boy.” He said, smirking and hugging you tight.