The Great Dickening

Behind him, he could feel knees sliding into place on either side of him. Was he okay? No, he was probably the exact opposite of okay. Levi's head appeared, hovering over his shoulder as he questioned him. This was so gay, and Ty couldn't help but think he was beginning to enjoy it. He wasn't gay, was he? He had always thought... His voice pitched a little higher, cracking even as he tried to play it off. "Oh... Yeah I'm fine. Are you okay?" Tyberius coughed roughly, trying hard to ignore the fact that Levi was so close.

He could feel something on his back, and he frowned for a moment, arching backwards tentatively to make sure it was what he really thought. The realisation hit him that he wasn't the only one feeling the sexual tension, and he was relieved, frightened and extremely turned on all that the same time. His head turned, facing Levi cautiously. They were awfully close, and Ty wished he hadn't come over his shoulder like this. He turned around fully, getting on his knees and pushing Levi back down onto the bed by his shoulders. Pulling his arms up, Ty held them fast as he straddled the smaller boy, his hips mostly aligned with the man beneath him. Slowly, Ty leaned over, desperately close to Levi's face. "Are you sure you're not enjoying this?"

Adjusting himself, Ty hovered over Levi for a moment longer, his hips pressing down longingly. He wanted to, and so very badly. His body wanted to, as well. Most of all, he just wanted to take his pants off and — Stopping his train of thought before it got even worse, Ty grinned wickedly down at Levi. Now that he was mostly in control, he was having loads more fun. "Only maybe?" His heart felt like it was going to burst, being so close to Levi like this.

He didn't like it when Levi averted his gaze, and his hands came off to grasp at the boy's face. He felt ridiculous, sitting astride his roommate after so many weeks of denying everything. "I don't know, it feels like im having fun. It looks like you are too, since you keep looking down there. What? Are you going to want to touch, next?" Slowly, his hand slid down Levi's body, almost of it's own accord. It traced down the curve of his hips, gliding right under his navel, dipping lower for a moment before it slid back up. Leaning in close, Ty's hand came up, grasping Levi by his jaw, one thumb hovering over his lower lip. "Now look what you've started."

Ty could feel the tail around his thigh, squirming as it embraced his leg. Levi's whine had made him more desperate to take action, and his breath had started to come in rough, short gasps. The younger boy's hands had found their way to his head, and Ty lowered himself closer compliantly. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, the blood rushing faster than it ever had before. Tyberius stared down, his hand grasping Levi's jaw still. Slowly, his head ducked until their lips almost met. The split second pause before a kiss, Ty could see himself reflected in Levi's dark eyes. He could see the unmasked lust and desire on his own face, and in that second, the spell was broken. He wasn't gay, this wasn't his fight.

"You fucking fag." His old self reverted back in the fight or flight instinct, and his fist curled up, his hand drawing back and releasing to land a blow on the side of Levi's face. He had never intentionally hit his roommate before, but his own confused and frightened feelings made him lash out violently. He didn't know what Levi was doing to him and he didn't like it. With a furious growl, Ty pushed himself off the small boy, his arm flashing out to propel his body as far away as he could get. The other side of the bed obviously wasn't far enough, and Tyberius scrambled off, his feet meeting the floor with a hurried patter. "Don't ever do that again." Whatever had just happened, he was sure that it was Levi's fault. He knew he wasn't attracted to men. Grabbing his wallet and keys, Ty swung around to snatch a shirt as well. "Don't wait up." He needed to get out of this room, and far away from Levi.