Fresh sat on his bed peacefully as he read his favorite book, Don't Even Think About It. His roommate, Paper Jam, stormed in, slamming the door and throwing his bag onto the floor angrily, before collapsing onto his bed. Fresh didn't look up, nor flinch: he was all too familiar with this scene. Paper Jam had gotten with another untrustworthy girl, and she'd cheated on him.

"Why do you even bother with this kind of women?" Fresh asked, suddenly, extremely curious as to why he got with girls with bad reputations. PJ looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

"What?" He asked, his question slightly muffled by the sheets.

"I mean, why would you date a girl who is known for cheating?" Fresh pointed out, placing a bookmark in his book and setting it on his dresser as he sat up. Him and PJ locked eyes." Why do you even like women?"

"I'm not gay." PJ snapped. Fresh rolled his eyes, scoffing at him.

"I didn't say you were gay. I implied that you could be. That, or you're just bi." Fresh explained, shrugging his shoulders and leaning back onto the bed. PJ let out a sigh.

"I don't like guys."

"I thought that, too. Then I met my ex and I was all, 'holy shit, imma gay boi'."

"I'm serious!"

Fresh shot up and gave him a cold stare.

"Do you think I'm not?"

"No..."

Silence ensuded. Fresh plopped himself back onto his bed staring distantly at the ceiling. PJ stared at him. His mind began to cloud with those stupid thoughts again. The thoughts about dating Fresh. He shook his head. I'm not gay! He shouted at himself. But you could be bi! A small voice shouted back. He looked at Fresh.

"Fuck it." He muttered softly under his breath and got up. He jumped on top of Fresh, causing the bed to creak. Fresh yelped, latching on to PJ. When he saw it was safe he almost let go. Until PJ roughly kissed him. Fresh opened his mouth to protest, but moaned instead as PJ slid his tongue into his mouth. His hands reached up, separating their mouths and pulling Fresh's shirt of his head. He tossed his jacket aside, smirking down an obviously dazed and flustered Fresh.

"What...the fuck...?" He finally managed to piece together from his pleasure coma. PJ smirked, pulling off his own shirt. Fresh looked up at him, raising an eye brow with a small, teasing smirk." So, you are gay."

"No, I'm just gay enough for you for it to seem like that." PJ said. Fresh snorted, rolling his eyes. He opened his mouth to snap back, but PJ kissed him rather roughly, flicking with Fresh's shorts. They broke for air before quickly reconnecting their lips. Fresh trailed along his spine, reaching the rim of his jeans. He swiftly undid them as PJ struggled with his. Fresh chuckled softly against his lips, before moving his hands over PJ's, leading him. They broke apart.

"Jesus, haven't you fucked with women?" Fresh asked as PJ slowly slid off his shorts. PJ flushed at the comment.

"Well, yeah, but... They always wore skirts." PJ admitted. Fresh almost burst into laughter.

"You are never going to catch me in a skirt." Fresh scoffed. PJ rolled his eyes, slipping off his jeans. PJ looked down at him.

"I just realized how small you are." PJ said. Fresh nearly slapped him, shooting him a dirty look. PJ leaned down, nipping at him neck. Fresh let out a small whimper, before managing to slip his hands down PJ's shorts, grabbing ahold of his growing erection. PJ pulled down both their boxers, lining up at his entrance." You've done this before, right?"

"Dude, I'm on my fourth year of fucking high school. What the hell do you- Gah!" Fresh moaned as PJ slammed in suddenly. Fresh laced his legs around PJ as he began to roughly thrust. PJ grabbed his hips, thrusting quickly." G-Geez, couldn't let me finish my- ah - sentence, could you~?"

"Oh, shut up." PJ growled, roughly hitting his g-spot. Fresh moaned loudly, gripping the sheets. PJ smirked and hit it one more. A few minutes past and a knot built up in their non-existent-ecto stomachs.

"Fuck. O-out~" Fresh exclaimed as he climaxed. PJ nodded. Seconds later, PJ pulled out as he came, his cum dripping down Fresh's thigh.

They jumped as someone banged on the wall.

"Keep it down over there!" BP snapped. Fresh shrugged.

"Sure, when you and Nice Cream do~!"

"Hey!"