-sexual
The way Aaron looked at it, everyone experimented in college. The beauty of it was, of course, that none of it had to mean anything. A few drinks didn’t make him an alcoholic. A joint didn’t make him a pot head. And sleeping with Markus Rogan once didn’t make him gay.
Sleeping with Markus twice, however, made Aaron start to question himself. He was still very much attracted to girls, so he wasn’t homosexual. But he couldn’t honestly say he wanted to sleep with any other men, so he wasn’t quite bisexual.
After careful consideration and sleeping with Markus Rogan a third time, Aaron concluded that he was simply Markus-sexual. And that was that.
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“What do you mean, ‘that was that’? What happened next?” Michael Phelps asked curiously.
“We slept together a few more times. Then he graduated and went back to Austria for a while.” Aaron shrugged. “I started dating Kaitlin.”
“So what was the point of that story?”
Aaron sighed and rolled his eyes skyward. “The point, dumbass, is that you shouldn’t say Ian is gay just because you saw him kissing some guy.”
“Right, maybe he’s just Pieter-sexual?” Michael laughed.
“Do you want me to tell Lenny that you’ve been running around spying on people?”
“I wasn’t spying!” Michael protested. “Geez, a guy walks past another guy’s window and glances inside…”
“Curfew, guys.” Lenny leaned into the room, smiling. He tapped his watch with a finger meaningfully.
Michael groaned, getting to his feet. “It’s like camp.”
“I’ll be in bed soon, I wanted to talk to someone first,” Aaron said quietly.
Lenny nodded, his smile more secretive now. “Okay. Just don’t be too long.”
“That’s not fair, how come I have to go now?” Michael whined half heartedly.
“Because,” Lenny retorted good naturedly, ruffling Michael’s hair, “you have more races than anyone else.”
“Favoritism!” Michael shot back.
“And yes, because Aaron is my favorite.”
Aaron laughed, watching Lenny herd Michael towards their room. It was no secret he was Lenny’s favorite, although perhaps not in the way many people liked to think. Lenny might have been people-sexual, but Aaron was not Lenny-sexual.
“Markus-sexual, eh?” Markus, grinning, leaned against the doorframe where Lenny had been.
Aaron smiled brightly, leaving his chair. “You know it better than anyone.”
He stopped just short of touching Markus, but was close enough to feel the heat coming from the Austrian’s body.
“Are we done talking?”
“I think so.” Aaron reached across the space between them and curved his hand over Markus’ hip. There was no pushing or pulling, just a sudden disappearing of space as their bodies pressed together and their lips met.
“My room, I think,” Aaron murmured.
“You were always so smart.”