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Alex was straight. He had always liked women. He liked their long hair and gentle curves. He liked the way their lips felt when he kissed them.
Yes, Alex and Liam, his high-school best friend, had watched porn and jerked off together. And they may have touched each other that one time, but it did not mean anything. They were just drunk, hormonal teenage boys. He was straight.
It did not matter that Alex occasionally dreamt about kissing men, feeling their stubble rub against his face — maybe even grinding against them. So what if he liked their angular shapes and hard bodies? Just because he was straight doesn't mean he couldn't admire men aesthetically. Lactose intolerant people could browse the dairy aisle, after all.
He saw the looks June and Nora gave him sometimes when he talked about men but he staunchly ignored them. Thankfully, they had not brought up this topic with him. When he'd been less sober, his inhibitions lowered, he may have almost unpacked his maybe-not-entirely-heterosexual thoughts. But he had passed out not soon after and, once again, had locked them in a box and shoved it in the back of his brain. Law school was kicking his ass and he did not have the time for an identity crisis.
Alex buried himself in studying for so long that June and Nora just come over to his and made him get ready to go to the club with them. Apparently, he needed a break, otherwise he would burn out. Alex disagreed but he knew it was futile to try and fight the combined strength of both his sister and best friend. He'd tried to protest weakly — he had a lot to study — but he gave up soon enough and got ready. It's not like he had anything against going to a gay club. He had always felt at home in queer spaces and he liked spending time surrounded by all the different kinds of people. Maybe it was something about the groups of people defying the cis-heteronormative societal standards. They were all unique individuals connected by their somewhat similar life experiences.
So, later that night, Alex was standing near the bar at a queer club that June and Nora liked to frequent in Brooklyn. They had abandoned him a while ago to go dance together. Well, they were likely grinding on each other but Alex did not need that mental image of his sister and ex-girlfriend.
Usually, Alex would find himself talking to some girls — there were quite a few bisexual and pansexual women at a gay club after all. But he somehow found himself staring at more masculine people in the room.
Logically, Alex knew that you could like more than one gender — both June and Nora were bisexual and had been out for quite a few years. But the thought that he might be bisexual had never crossed his mind. Some of the men in here were just pretty , and Alex really wanted to know how they tasted. He wanted to know if kissing a guy was different from kissing a girl. He and Liam had jerked off together, sure, but they hadn’t kissed.
He shook his head, trying to rid himself of these thoughts. He should probably cut back on the drinking. He had downed several shots with June and Nora earlier and he was nursing his second drink of the night now.
Alex was observing the room, looking at all the bodies in different shapes, sizes and outfits. It was so beautiful to see people just be themselves . His eyes were still flitting across the room when he noticed one particular person and he froze.
That was definitely the hottest guy he'd ever seen. He was tall, with golden hair that almost glowed under the neon lights. It looked so soft and Alex wanted to run his fingers through it. A few people blocking his view moved, giving him a better look at the blonde. His mouth dried up.
A sheer black shirt clung to the man’s torso, tight black pants hugging his thick, muscular thighs. Dios mío, that man could crush him with those thighs and Alex would die happy. The man turned around, dancing, which gave Alex a very good view of his plump ass. The man's waist to shoulder ratio was also insane. The man's moves were sensual and graceful at the same time. His skin glistened under the glowing lights.
Wait, is that body glitter?
Alex sincerely hoped he wasn't drooling. The man could only be described as a blonde Adonis. His eyes roamed back up the blonde man’s body and realised that he had been caught staring. Shit.
The man's eyes were the bluest he’d ever seen and Alex wanted to drown in them. His eyes purposefully moved up and down Alex’s body, clearly checking him out as he gave him a confident smirk. The look on his face could only be described as lustful . Alex felt heat pool up in his gut.
It was then that Alex noticed another guy with pastel purple hair lean in and say something to the man. Alex really hoped that wasn’t the boyfriend because he wanted, no, needed to worship that man’s body. The brunette’s breath hitched as the blonde started walking towards him.
They did not break eye contact until the man came right up and into his space. Madre de Dios, he looked even better up close. Alex could see the muscles rippling under the translucent shirt. His lips were so pink and full, and so kissable . He noticed that the man had a mole right above his upper lip and he wanted to kiss it.
Fuck, Alex definitely liked men. Maybe saying that he wanted Harrison Ford to sit on his face wasn’t exactly heterosexual behaviour.
"Hi, I'm Henry." Holy shit, he was British, too.
"I'm bisexual," Alex blurted out before he could even stop to think. Henry blinked in surprise and gave a surprised laugh.
"Good to know. Would you like to dance?"
"Yes."