im just kinda here

Holding Robby down, fucking him as good as he can while Robby tells him he’s the worst he’s ever had. That he can barely feel Jack’s dick and he had better from pump chumps back in college. Jack lets out the most beautiful whimper. Pathetically apologizing and thanking Robby for the chance.

He goes harder, faster, deeper. He jerks Robby’s dick and bites along his neck only for Robby to tell him he’s going to have to find someone else to actually make him cum.

Of course, it’s all bullshit. Robby is saying it between needy panting and trying to stop his own brain from leaking out of his ears while Jack fucks him into oblivion.

—

“I’m straight?” Robby chuckles. He runs a hand over Jack’s bare chest, looking a bit hypnotized. “But like I said, you might’ve convinced me.”

“But…” Jack looks down stupidly at Robby’s hand. “I’m straight.”

“Hm?” Robby isn’t paying attention. He’s too busy tracing the lines between Jack’s freckles with his nails.

“I’m not gay,” Jack says, louder. As if Robby isn’t practically on top of him.

Robby frowns. His hand falls limp to the mattress; Jack misses the warmth immediately. “Jesus Christ,” he half-laughs. “Was I that bad?”

“No, it was good. I mean, I don’t have anything— What do you mean you’re straight?”

“I mean, before last night, I’ve never kissed a guy before, never mind the rest of it.”

“But you’re gay.”

The line between Robby’s eyebrows grows tighter. “No, I’m not. Why would you think that?”

“Look at you!”

“Look at me?” Robby’s mouth hangs open. “For a guy that won’t shut up about how much he likes gay people, that’s not a very modern thought.”

“Well, you look gayer than I do!” Maybe not right now, when they’re tangled together, completely nude, in Jack’s bed. “You got that earring!”

“This isn’t the gay ear! I checked when I got it!”

"Looks fucking gay," Jack mutters.

Robby's mouth twists. He rotates himself to settle in Jack's lap, looming over him. Jack's palms find Robby's thighs instinctually, kneading the muscles in his grip.

"You are the one who kept going on and on about how great gay people are and how you wished people treated them better.'"

"To make you feel more comfortable."

"You flirt with me constantly."

"I'm not flirting! I'm just charming. And you kissed me."

"To put you out of your misery because it was very obvious you wanted to kiss me."

Jack sputters. "Yeah, but— You don't have the full context."

"You tried to suck my dick last night. That's gay as fuck."

"I— Tried?" Jack's head knocks against the wall as he pushes back, offended.

Robby lifts his chin proudly. "I've had better."

Jack can't believe what he's hearing. He thought he picked up on the nuances of cocksucking pretty quickly for a straight guy. "I'd like to see you do better."

Robby's eyebrows hit his hairline. He wiggles out of Jack's grip and positions himself between his legs.

"You're already getting hard. That's so gay," Robby laughs.

"It is not. It's ha—“ Jack gasps. Robby's hot, wet mouth engulfs the head of his dick. He wraps his hand around the length and teases his tongue over the slit. "It's natural," Jack sighs.

Robby looks so goddamn beautiful. He's always pretty, but with his pink lips and hollow cheeks wrapped around Jack, he's otherworldly.

“Fuck.” Jack tangles his fingers in Robby’s thick hair and tugs. He’s rewarded with a moan that sends delicious vibrations through him. Robby looks up, his big brown eyes are watery but determined. “Shit, shit. Robby, I’m gonna—“

Robby sinks further down, but gags half way. He barely makes it off Jack’s dick before Jack releases. It lands all over Robby’s pretty face and drips from his chin.

“Jesus.”

“You came so quick,” Robby rasps. He wipes the cum from his face and licks his fingers clean.

“Yeah,” Jack pants. “Because you’re way gayer than me and can actually suck dick.”

Robby hums in disagreement. “I think it’s because you’re a total homo that gets off the second a guy touches you.”

“Says you.” Jack grabs Robby’s ass and pulls him forward, his leaking dick smears across Jack’s abs. “You’re rock hard from having a dick in your mouth.”

“That’s just morning wood,” Robby says. His eyes start to roll back as Jack massages his ass.

“Uh, huh,” Jack grins. He pulls Robby’s cheeks apart and relishes in the gasp he gets in response. He slides is middle finger over Robby’s hole and plays with the outside, admiring how Robby shakes under the touch. “Not how I’d expect someone new to this to react.”

“Well, I…” Robby pushes back against Jack’s hand.

Jack grins. “Well, you what?”

Robby shrugs. His blush is radiant in the morning light. “Some girls are into it.”

“Oh, I see.” Jack forces his dry finger inside. Robby’s mouth drops open, his thighs tremble as he bucks against Jack. “You like getting fucked for the ladies. Do they watch?”

“No. They— Jesus, Jack.” Robby locks his hands in Jack’s hair and plants his elbows on his shoulders for leverage as he humps desperately against Jack’s stomach. Jack circles his wrist, working Robby’s raw hole with his finger.

Robby releases the most beautiful symphony of whimpers as he cums across Jack’s skin. The puddle he leaves behind makes Jack’s mouth water, he’s tempted to swipe his fingers through it and lick them clean like Robby did.

“Hey, Robby?” He breathes.

“Yeah?” Robby’s eyes are glassy, and his head rolls on his neck like it’s too heavy to keep lifted.

“How gay would it be to take another guy out to dinner?”

Robby chuffs. “Pretty gay, but… I’m personally getting gayer by the minute it seems.”

Jack is convinced on sight that Robby is gay. He just looks gay. Straight guys aren't that pretty.

And Jack is an ally, so he makes it super clear from the jump that he's pro-gay and everything homosexual is a-okay with him. Robby responds positively, but a bit awkwardly. Jack is sure he's just not used to so much outward support.

He talks about Robby with his friends and worries that maybe he wasn't clear enough on his allyship because Robby never brings guys home. One of his friends suggests that maybe Robby has a crush on him and that's why he never hooks up with anyone. He's too busy being sad about having a crush on a straight guy.

After that, Jack starts to notice everything Robby does to support the crush theory.

If their feet knock together while they're watching TV on the couch, Robby doesn't try to move them. He always brings extra food for Jack. He even paid when they went to see the new James Bond movie.

Jack feels like shit. He didn't mean to lead him on. Robby is so smart, and funny, and charismatic. He's a ton of fun to be around and the most considerate roommate Jack has ever had. He'll make some guy very happy someday.

He brainstorms ideas on how to subtly turn Robby down, but the more distance Jack puts between them, the more effort Robby puts into them spending time together.

Jack is at a party, without Robby, drunkenly mulling over his options, when he overhears some girl talking about experimenting with her roommate. She says something about trying it and deciding she wasn't into it, but was glad she got it out of her system.

Huh. Maybe Jack can do that for Robby.

He's not sure how well it'll work, considering Robby is actually gay, but maybe if they kiss, Robby will feel Jack's straightness and lose interest.

It's harder to kiss a guy than Jack thought it would be. Or... it's harder to find the opportunity. Every time Jack thinks he gets close he chickens out and spends hours kicking himself after.

They're sitting on the couch, feet not touching, but Jack relaxes an arm over the back. His fingers barely brush the sleeve of Robby's shirt. They both keep catching each other sneaking glances. Their eyes meet during a commercial, and Jack feels like he's going to burst. Then Robby says:

"Fuck it."

His mouth crashes against Jack's. It's nice. Really nice. Warm and wet. Not unlike kissing a girl, but maybe a bit more... insistent.

The kiss rolls into making out with Robby in his lap, then rutting against each other on the couch, then exchanging sloppy handjobs and an attempt at a blowjob in Jack's bed.

Jack wakes up the next morning, tangled up with Robby, more content than he has ever been before.

"That was fun," Jack whispers when Robby wakes.

"Yeah," Robby stretches. He's got an easy smile on. "I didn't think I'd like that as much as I did, but... you might've convinced me."

Jack shoves him lightly. "What does that mean? Do I not look like a good lay?"

"No, no," Robby laughs. "I just meant, like, because I'm straight. Or was, at least."