"I'mnothomophobic!"
Maybe not. But youarehilariously easy to wind up.
Dylan smirked, knowing he had Ashton on the ropes now. But glancing at his phone again, his smile dropped to see —oh my Goddddddd— hardly another minute and a half had tickedby. He debated the wisdom of prodding at the objectively larger man he was currently trapped with, but as his only source of entertainment in here…
Ah, fuck it.
"Yeah, sure," Dylan taunted. "You walk into a closet with everyone and start in on how much youdon'twant to fuck them? Fuck off."
"You fuck off," Ashton muttered, though it was more of a knee-jerk response than anything with actual heat.
Tipping his head back against the patch of wall behind him, Dylan just chuckled. "Told you, you're not my type."
Ashton snorted. "Got a dick, don't I?"
"Eh…" Dylan made amaybe, maybe-nothand waggle, forgetting Ashton wouldn't be able to see it. "Got one, are one, sucks one; I don't fucking care man. Just keep it the hell away from me."
Ashton was silent for all of three seconds, which must be a new kind of record for him.
"Fine, I'll prove I'm not homophobic: If you're so picky, then tell me whatisyour type."
"Tall," Dylan replied before his brain could catch hold of his mouth, because apparently Ashton's chatty germs were spreading. "Athletic. Shoulders I can hang off of. Massive swinging cock, and he knows how to use it."
"Thought you said I wasn't your type?"
Andoh, that bastard sounded so smug Dylan could have slapped the shit out of him just then.
"Intelligent, which immediately rules you out," Dylan gritted out pointedly. "Brave; not afraid to stand up for people, nomatter the consequences to himself. Oh — and doesn't hate me. That one's pretty important."
"Yeah, well," Ashton grumbled. "Makes you a bit of a hypocrite, then, doesn't it? Pretty sure I saw you in the bathroom by the science labs, blowing the guy who keeps getting chased off the quad for passing out bible tracts."
"Blew him, changed his religion, and the world is now a better place for it. Why, you looking to chat with God too?" Dylan said, rolling his eyes. "You can't seriously be giving me shit for this. Weren't you in the computer lab bragging to your friends about all the women you've dated? In fact, pretty sure it was right before I gave you a warning for the noise, then banned you from the lab when you called me a 'fucking cocksucker'."
"So?" Ashton huffed. "It's true, isn't it?"
"¡A la verga! Eres un idiota," Dylan snapped at him. "Un idiotahomofóbico."
Ashton grunted. "I told you, I amnothomophobic. I once hooked up with two chicks on the same date!"
Dylan legit bashed his head on something in the dark, howling with laughter.
"Look, I'll —Fine," Ashton sputtered, because for real — this fucker could not go a minute without listening to himself talk, could he? "You tell me how I'm supposed to prove it then."
"You wanna prove it?" Dylan grinned. "Easy: kiss me."
