He was licking his lips, looking at me tentatively, yet almost devoid of all emotion. I couldn't figure out how to read him, and something told me it would take an eternity to ever get there. It was probably a lost cause. I'd never be able to understand him. I wasn't even sure why I wanted to.

"Well?" he said. His tone was flat, but his low register vibrated so nicely in my ears that I just wanted him to keep speaking. It didn't even matter what he said.

I cleared my throat, disturbed at having been yanked from my thoughts. "Well what?" I mused, acting innocent.

He scoffed, a sarcastic little half-laugh I'd noticed was one of his trademark moves. His eyes and head darted to one side as he started speaking, then he turned to look back at me. "You haven't answered my question. I said, do you wanna f---?" His pitch went up as he uttered the last word.

A nervous laugh escaped my lips with a shudder that shook me from my shoulders all the way down my spine. "But - we're both gay... How could we possibly...?"

He sucked on his teeth and shook his head, letting out a frustrated groan. His fingertips rose to his temples and he massaged the apparent stress away for a couple of seconds before removing his hand quickly. He lifted his face again to look me dead in the eyes. "F--- my being a f-----, and f--- your being a dyke. We both want it...want each other, and the best part is, we both know it. Besides, it is anatomically possible, and all. So I say, f-- queer."

He lowered his head, bringing his mouth right beside my ear. "...and let's just get down to it, and f--- each other." He whispered in such a sultry manner that the way he annunciated the final consonant made my knees weak. He sensed this, and I knew. A tiny sparkle dotted his eyes, giving away his excitement. It was the closest I'd ever seen to him looking happy.

He pulled his head back, to look me in the eye again. A confident smirk tugged on his lips. "Besides," he chuckled, "if it's terrible, at least we'll find out. ...And we'll be able to spare ourselves any future humiliation." His eyes fluttered open and shut rapidly as he spoke - his signature charming blink. As he finished, his eyes were calm, still, like he was trying to look right through me.

I held his gaze smoothly, evenly. I didn't speak. I just breathed. His eyes casually fell to his fingertips, which he brought to the center of my chest, just barely making contact with skin. He watched himself slowly run his fingers up my neck, bringing them to rest right under my chin, which he lifted up, his thumb sweeping across my cheek. His face hovered just a couple of inches in front of mine as he held my face. I was positively frozen. My loins were quaking - but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why.

"So what's it gonna be, princess?" he muttered, his gravelly voice coming out in half whispers. He started licking his lips. Involuntarily, I mirrored him, licking my own as I watched him. His hot breath falling against my face brought the tension to an almost intolerable level.

I swallowed, parting my lips as I let out an exhale. "f--- me, Brian."