My housemate Kyle was falling asleep again. He did it every time we stayed up late watching TV, especially after having a beer or two.
He was sitting slouched in the chair, his shoulders resting on the backrest. His head had rolled back so his face was pointed toward the ceiling. His soft, red lips were slightly parted and his normally bright, brown eyes were now closed. His face was completely smooth, as if he was a wax statue.
Ryan, my other housemate noticed, too, and turned away from the TV, his blue eyes glancing from Kyle's face, down his chiseled chest where his tight T-shirt settled into every crevice, and finally to his crotch held tight by faded jeans.
I pretended not to see and tried to concentrate on the show, but Ryan snapped his fingers.
"Hey, Sean," he whispered. "Look at Kyle. He must be dreaming of his girlfriend."
I turned to look at Kyle. Both of my housemates claimed to be straight, but when I came out to them about two weeks before, they both had that look in their eyes, the same half-jealous, half-hungry look I get when a hot guy and his girlfriend pass by me on the college campus where I study English and philosophy. They had smiled at me and said it would not be a problem.
Kyle's hands were on his knees and his smooth, vein-rippled forearm blocked some of my view of his crotch, but I could see a lot. The zipper had begun to rise, and his hardening cock strained against the fabric. His lips were moving a little, as if he was kissing at the air, and his defined chest began to rise and fall with increasing speed.
"I dare you to kiss him," Ryan said.
I snapped my head to look at Ryan.
"What?" I said. "No way. Not only is he straight, but he's my housemate, and I don't want to screw anything up."
Ryan's mouth curled into a demented grin. His eyes narrowed a bit under his short, gelled brown hair. His cheeks pulled in to reveal small dimples in the smooth flesh.
"Come on," he said. "I think it'd be hot."
His hand reached down to his red flower-pattern board shorts and twirled the shoelace that kept them tied shut. I could see the fabric begin to rise.