Dicky, gay out of nowhere

Yeah, you feel just peachy. On top of the world, even. Last month was when all the chaos started falling away, leaving perfect pieces already in their place. You'd shook in your boots when you asked your college crush, Penny, after a few awkward dates on going steady, and where are you now? A girlfriend around your shoulder (metaphorically as of this moment), and semester finals practically writing themselves on your elated high! It's a wonder what a good mood can bring to somebody's outlook.

Well, that and some mind-blowing sex. You always liked tall women.

Where's your head going, don't get distracted, keep writing. It's all you have to do with your time before summer break. Scheduling plans for break, too. You wonder if Penny has something planned already. Maybe they could be changed; maybe she could be swayed into meeting your parents -- or is that too soon? Second guessing is not a good look, brain. Stay confident; she likes you.

Well, maybe you'll call her right now-

Reaching out for your phone playing those 'Studious Lofi's to study to 24/7', your dorm door swings open. At first glance, you assume it's just your roommate. The swooshy and matted dark hair, brainiac anime glasses, his mother's gift of a shirt in beatnik plaid.

"I had a bad day." says not your roommate.

You swivel again in your chair, eyes landing on none other than fellow and friend you'd met first semester in Comp. 101, Leon.

"Oh shit, I thought you were Ozzie." You look Leon up and down again, unable to deny the obvious. "Why are you wearing his clothes?"

Leon looks incredulously at you before heaving an exasperated sigh. "It's a long story, and it only started this morning! I don't even know where to begin."

Leon crashes down onto your bed, covering his face in his hands as he gesturally screams into your pillow. You two have been thick as thieves since back when. Besides making these overly emphasized tantrums acceptable in each other's presence, when the walking rodeo Leon tells you he's had a bad day, the best thing you can ensure is some time for him to decompress.

"Well, what happened, exactly? Why'd you have a bad day?"

Leon pauses in his muffled bellowing, looking up at you before rolling onto his side, squeezing your pillow in an embrace.

"I guess calling it a 'bad day' isn't really accurate. It's been an incredibly weird day..."

Leon trails off, seemingly reliving the events that transpired only a few hours ago. "Like... someone spiked the punch, Neo in The Matrix, uhhh... Gaslighting Boogaloo, this time it's personable."

"I've got some time, Lee. Spill."

"Wait." He raises an eyebrow, squeaking out his next words, "I'm not sure..."

Leon hops up, shuffles toward your desk and grabs a sharpie from your supplies cup. He holds it up to you, readying a riposte. "You're in on it too somehow, aren't you..."

"Leon!" you indicate worry in your voice, simultaneously pushing his sharpie-wielding hand back down to his side, "What is going on?!"

"Give me your arm." he says deadpan.

"Uh, okay?"

You extend your arm to the length between you two. Leon, shakily takes your wrist and pushes the sharpie lightly into your skin, making a mark.

"Aah, dude! It's not gonna wash off."

"It's a fucking sharpie! Let me do this!"

You relent, hoping the activity of him writing on your arm calms him down in some way.

"Ell- Lee- Leeon, Leon...'s"

You look back at your master for a moment, "Why'd you write your name on my arm?"

Leon squints at you for more of a reaction. "Are you feeling abnormally... subservient?"

"Lee, what the fuck? Well, no more than usual."

"That's what they all fuckin' say!"

"Who says?!"

"Anybody who I write my name on, you motherfucker!"

"Oh, I'll fuck your mother, just say the fucking word!"

"N-no! Because you'll actually do it! Damn, Dicky, I must be tripping. I want things back the way they were, man! I don't want my class assignments scrutinized every five seconds just to make sure they're allowed to grade it. It sucks, it's sooooo tedious and weird and creepy, and that's just the tip of the iceberg!"

Leon balls both his fists, one with his sharpie, and shakes them at you before dramatically putting the cap on and chucking it to your desk, pointing to it. "Stick that up your- goddamnit I can't even back-talk anymore! Wipe my name off your arm."

You grab a t-shirt off the foot of your bed and pour some of your mangled water bottle onto the fabric, pushing the doused article of clothing into Leon's name on your arm.

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

"It's a permanent sharpie."

"So? That's just fucking advertising, man."

"No," you talk back, "Well, okay, it's not permanent, but it is more permanent than the average sharpie. It'll take, like, seven, maybe nine intense shower scrubbings."

"Wha-" Leon scrambles for the discarded sharpie on your desk, taking to the text of the patent plot conflict.

"Leon Lion Sharpie, Twice as Permanent."

The expression on Leon's face for a moment shifts to horror, something about scarring the body of his property sends him reeling. He looks up to you, then back at the sharpie, then you, again. Without a further exchange of words, Leon resigns himself to your bed, putting palms over his face.

"I can... get started on washing your name off of me, if you want?"

Leon glances at you between his fingers, closing them again soon after. "What's the point..." he says, dejectedly.

"I still don't know what's happening." you say.

Leon sits back up, sharing a quizzical glance to your antics. "Lay it to me straight, Dicky. It's not exactly obvious whether you're doing things out of character or not..." He stands up, and walks over to you. "... Kiss me."

You look at Leon, surprised by his command. He's never asked anything so risque from you before, but how could you not oblige him nonetheless. You stand up from your chair, look into his eyes stoically, and plant the most passionate kiss a straight guy could give to his bro. Something about it puts shock on Leon's face, like he wouldn't expect you to carry out an order from your rightful owner. You get the sense that maybe keeping your eyes open during this moment detracted from the kiss, so you close them. In time, however, you begin to feel Leon pushing back, slipping his tongue into his property. You must be doing something right.

You feel his arms wrap around your neck, pulling the back of your head further into his grasp. He sighs deeply, and you can't help but chuckle as you feel his breath haplessly enter you, the taste of Tic-Tacs. It feels so strange. So personal, too. Just the two of you sharing this moment. Wait...

Is Leon gay?

He's never stated his sexuality before, just the way he handles you now gives you pause. He is definitely enjoying it. In a way, so are you. But you're straight, and he always seemed so hetero before... well, now...

Slowly, Leon removes himself from the kiss, and you open your eyes meeting his gaze. His eyes are slightly dilated, the rims of grey showing through. Leon steps back in a daze, putting a hand to the back of his neck.

"Fuck..."