"You could pretend I'm a girl." Charlie purrs, standing before me, naked, besides the black lingerie he's sporting. "Nobody has to know."

I walk towards him. All I want to do is touch. His body is lightly toned and stunning and I can't take my eyes off of him.

"You wanna suck me off, pretty boy?" I ask huskily, my hand going to grip his dirty blond locks.

Charlie nods and drops to his knees and I watch with bated breath as he pulls my cock from my pants. Suddenly, I'm naked as well, and I run my hand through his hair while he sucks my cock.

It feels so good and I can't take my eyes off of his. He pauses for a moment to stare at me, the phallus protruding from his cheek, and I melt into pleasure. I pull him off my dick and up so I can smash my lips against his. I continue to kiss him, my hands finding their way to his perfect ass.

"You know what you want now?" Charlie asks me with a smirk.

I smirk back. "Wanna fuck you." I murmur, then the scene changes.

Now, I'm back in the park with my crew staring me down.

"Should've known you were a fucking faggot." O'Malley sneers with her arms crossed.

"You're disgusting." Tony agrees and pulls out his pistol, pointing it at my head.

Bang!

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I gasp and jolt, finding myself in a strange bed. I stare at the ceiling for a moment until I remember where I am.

Then I remember my dream.

The door opens to reveal Charlie with messy, curly hair, a light purple workout style tank, dark purple fuzzy socks, and black spandex.

I scream. Straight up scream at the sight of him.

Real smooth, Dechart.

"This gives a whole new meaning to 'homophobic.' Haha..." Charlie stutters, moving back out of the room. "I was going to ask if you wanted some homemade waffles..."

My eyes widen. "No! No, no I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scream. It wasn't like that," I groan and stand. "I'm not freaked out by what happened. And I'd love some waffles."

He smiles awkwardly. "Chocolate chip okay?"

"Absolutely." I smile, keeping my eyes on his face, flashbacks from my dream assaulting my thoughts. He looked so pretty on his knees.

Charlie nods and leaves towards the kitchen, adding a cup of chocolate chips to the batter. "Are you allergic to anything?"

"Nope." I watch him work. "You cook often or is it an 'I can only do waffles' kinda thing?"

"I can cook. My parents were never really around, so I took it up pretty young." Charlie hums, grabbing bacon to put on the skillet.

"Your parents suck, but that's a good skill to have." I hum, thinking. "How did you know you were gay?"

"I knew when I was pretty young and kissed Tommy Butler. I was like seven and he was my 'boyfriend.' I definitely knew when I tried dating a girl. Why?"

"So someone should know by now?" I ask, thinking that if I'd had an interest in men, I should know, right? Everyone always seems to have known.

"Everyone is different and not everyone is gay or straight." Charlie shrugs, moving the bacon around. "There are more sexualities out there."

"Yeah, my brother says there's a spectrum and that it can be fluid." I recall. "He's real knowledgeable about this stuff."

"Cute." I notice Charlie's small smile.

"Yeah," I lean against the counter. He looks good when he smiles.

Am I really attracted to him? I can find men attractive in, like, a not gay way. But he looks so touchable. Maybe I'm just breaking down a masculinity wall?

"What's he like?" Charlie asks, removing the waffles and bacon before pouring two mugs of coffee, setting the plates, utensils, mugs, syrup, and whipped cream on the bar before he goes to the fridge and bends down, returning with strawberries.

I can't help it; I check out his ass. He has a really nice ass despite his sex. I noticed that earlier too. I noticed a lot of things earlier but it's all fuzzy.

His question registers and I think. "He's a good kid. His name's Ryder. He's super sweet, sensitive, caring, and brave. He gets real sassy when you get to know him though, so I'd advise against getting into an argument with him." I chuckle fondly.

"Are you close despite being in college?" Charlie sits on a barstool and wraps his hands around his purple mug.

I join him. "Yeah, mostly. He doesn't really have any friends so when he needs someone it's always me. He's also a twig, so he needs someone who'll break skulls for him."

"Ah. So skull-breaking is your expertise." Charlie sips his coffee before loading his waffles with strawberries, syrup, and whipped cream.

"Well, scaring people off. He's got a lot for people to give him shit for." I do the same with my waffles.

"Because he's gay?"

"Yeah, and trans." I usually don't out Ryder without his permission, but I feel confident that Ryder would like Charlie and feel safe with him.

Charlie smiles softly. "He sounds nice. He's lucky to have you."

"Yeah, I love him. I have a sister too, but she's a little shit." I chuckle.

"That's cute." Charlie eats some of his bacon. "I only have a brother."

"How old?"

"Seventeen. He'll be eighteen not too long into the school year. He's a senior now."

"Mine's the same age, well a little younger but still a senior. Maybe they'll meet." I chuckle.

"That'd be cute. Maybe he'd have Xander come out." Charlie chuckles as well.

"Is Xander gay too? Damn. It always seemed like a one member of the family type of thing. That's stupid now that I think about it." I chuckle awkwardly.

Charlie looks at me like I'm crazy before laughing. "He's gay. He just doesn't know it yet."

I nod. "Know the feeling." I mutter quietly. "These waffles are delicious."

"Thanks. What are you planning on doing today?" Charlie ruffles his hair.

"I don't know." I sigh, rubbing my temples. "I'm still pretty hungover."

"Damn." Charlie plays with a strawberry on his plate. "I'm not hungover."

"That's good. What are you going to do today?"

"Not sure. Probably just lounge around with Momo. I have plans tomorrow. I like to relax sometimes."

"Who's Momo?" I ask.

"My pet guinea pig."

"Oh my god! I have to see it! Where is it?" I stand, looking around.

"She's in my bedroom. Calm down." Charlie laughs, standing as well. "She has anxiety."

"The poor baby." I grab Charlie's hand. "I'll be calm. May I meet her?"

The blond squeezes my hand back, leading me into his bedroom where a large cage houses a tri-colored guinea pig. She has a white, black, and orangey coloring. Charlie pulls her out and pets her, sitting down on his bed. "I named her Momo because she looks like she has a mohawk."

"She's beautiful." I gasp, admiring the animal. I reach down and pet her gently.

Charlie gingerly places her in my hands. "She likes it when you pet her back like this. It makes her make cute noises."

"Thanks," I cradle her and pet her where he showed me.

He lies back, raising his shirt slightly so that he can rest his hand on his stomach as he closes his eyes, resting.

I lay next to him and allow the guinea pig to crawl around on my chest, giggling whenever her small paws find skin.

"You're cute." Charlie opens an eye and smirks before closing it again.

"Thanks," I smile.

"She likes you." He breathes slowly, his chest rising and falling at even intervals.

"At least somebody does." I snort.

"I like you too." He hums softly.

"Thanks," I look at him. "I like you too too."

Charlie scoffs, pulling his body pillow into him and hugging it. "What are you majoring in?"

I blush, I always get embarrassed about my major. "Archeology."

"Woah." Charlie giggles. "That's kinda hot."

I smirk. "You think?"

"Yeah. Like a sexy Indiana Jones or something. You don't have a weird bone kink, do you?"

I chuckle. "Not bones, no."

"That's a relief." Charlie hugs the pillow tighter.

"Yeah, you think I could pull off a fedora?" I wiggle my eyebrows.

"Yeah. You think I'd look good in your fedora?"

I study him. "Hell yeah."

He smiles widely. "Sounds like something I want to take part in."

"You can come with anytime." I offer. "What are you majoring in?"

Charlie wrinkles his nose in distaste. "Law."

"Seems like you don't like it." I observe.

"Nope. I wanted to major in journalism. It's fine though. I'm fine." Charlie plays with the pillow.

I nod. "You still have time to do what you want."

"I'm fine."

"You're not, but I won't press the issue." I place Momo on his face.

Momo settles in the crook of his neck and curls up, Charlie hugging the pillow tighter. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"I like to draw." I shrug, considering taking the place of his pillow.

"Really? What types of things do you draw?"

"Anything, really. I like drawing people and sketching shapes or historical shit."

Charlie's eyes light up. "You should show me sometime."

"Okay," I smile. "I will. I usually throw them away, but I can keep some good ones to show you."

"You should draw Momo." Charlie grins, moving and holding her up. "She's a queen."

"Oh, I definitely will. I'll give her a crown too." I say excitedly.

"I'll frame it and put it on the fridge." Charlie giggles. "Then I'll put it over her house."

"Fantastic." I smile.

"You have a nice smile." Charlie pokes my cheek, cradling Momo with his other hand.

"Thank you, so do you."

"Thanks." Charlie checks the time and places Momo in her home before putting a thin blanket over it to block out some of the light. "It's Momo's nap time."

"Okay." I stand up. "When do you want me out of here? I don't want to impose on your space."

"You're fine." Charlie stands up and stretches. "You can leave when you feel up to it."

"Alright, thanks, man." I clap his shoulder and head back out into the living room and collapse on the chair.

Charlie crawls onto the couch with his pillow, eyeing me. "Want to watch a movie with me?"

I nod. "Sure." I relax into the chair, my mind sorting through what I can remember from yesterday. "Don't want to cuddle with me again?" I tease.

"You want to cuddle with me?" Charlie asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"Platonically. Girls do it all the time." I shrug, pretending it isn't a big deal. "It's fine if you're only comfortable with your pillow."

Charlie moves to put on some western movie and situates himself in my lap with a thick blanket, still holding the pillow. "I don't know if you're any good, but I'll let you try."

I slowly wrap one arm around him and smile. "You can get up whenever you want. And I love old western films, I used to want to be a cowboy so bad." I chuckle.

Charlie cuddles into me. "That's cute and hot at the same time." He drops the pillow and grabs my other hand, interlacing our fingers as the movie starts.

I smile softly and situate myself so that we fit perfectly together. "Thanks, I still have the hat."

"I should wear it and ride you. Make your fantasies come true." Charlie hums innocently.

I blush and curse him inwardly. Thanks for the new dream material. I can't help but imagine it and I have to close my eyes for a moment so he can't tell how much it affected me. I don't know why this is happening now and not before. Why Charlie? Why must he awaken this apparently repressed possible attraction in me?

"Sounds fun." I finally reply.

"Very." He closes his eyes before opening them slowly, dark hazel eyes watching the occurrences on the screen while he leans into me, absorbed in the movie's plot.

I hold him close, my gaze switching between him and the screen. He would make a hot cowboy. Really hot.

What is happening to me?

"Are you okay, Ethan?" Charlie asks, his dark brown eyebrows knitting together.

I look at him. "Yeah," I offer a small smile. "I'm fine, just thinking."

"Oh. Okay. Don't think too hard; you'll get a permanent mark on your forehead." He rubs my forehead.

I chuckle. "I won't."

"I'll trust you then." Charlie turns his attention back to the television, his breathing light.

I nod and join him, enjoying the movie.

"We should hang out more often," Charlie comments.

"I'd love to." I agree. My time with Charlie has been a thousand times more relaxing than the time I spend with my so called 'friends'. I really enjoy being around him and I'm glad he feels the same way. Hopefully I can get my weird brain under control so I can be the kind of friend he needs me to be.

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