He knew it was getting suspicious, so he decided to be open, as they were lovers after all, or so they thought, the feeling could be mutual.
"Our sex was better when you were on top, and I look a bit feminine...so, maybe you just weren't looking for the right girl..."

Whoops...

His eyes widen. "What does that mean?!" he yelled. Then an idea hit him. "You're not...you're not one of those..." he couldn't say it. He didn't want to think about it.

"What!" Sean felt so suprised, he stood up, painfully pulling his cock out of Jayce's ass.
"I'm not a fucking transexual!" he pounded him with a pillow, as if to start a pillow fight.

When hit with a pillow. He took the pillow from him and hit him back, only harder. "Then what did you mean by that?!" he yelled. He sounded so mad, but there was a hint of fear in his voice as well. If Sean looked carefully, he could see the artist hands shaking.

"I mean you fuck like a straight person!" shouted Sean, his perception was flawless, he could see that he was afraid.

"Isn't that a good thing?!" he yelled louder. "Fuck this! I'm taking a shower!." he said. Getting up from the bed and ging into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind him and locking it. He took off whatever was left on him and hopped into the shower. His whole body was shaking. His heart was racing and scary thoughts were running through his head.

Sean stood there. Naked and bewildered. That was quited an eventful thirty seconds right there...halfway through fucking someone to being accused of being a transexual. Wow.

As he stood under the shower's pour. He was still shaken up. A part of him felt bad for what he had said, but if Sean hadn't said it in that way. He would had ever thought of it.

Sean was fully clothed before Jayce even stopped showering. A tight grey shirt hugged his skin, he slipped into some black skinny jeans and wrapped his hair in a pony tail. He thought that he needed a break from all this love, he just wanted to get out there and explore this place, Sean didn't like being rooted to the spot.

Jayce stepped out of the shower and went back to his room. With the towel wrapped around his waist. He went to his closet and grabbed a baggy black shirt and baggy bleached jeans. He didn't look ot say a word to Sean. He walked out of the room and out of the dorm. He heard about a party and was going to crash it. With college you know there was going to be booze. That's what the artist was thinking that he needed.