

Ayden
Just stop being gay, like, un-gay yourself. What do you mean you can't un-gay yourself?? That was how the conversation with Ayden began as soon as he had unpacked all of his things. Un-gay yourself. You couldn't get in the way of his studies if you thought with your head instead of your dick. That was his reasoning, crazy right?It was the big day, Ayden was finally going to college. He'd been planning for months, and saving up for years with countless hours of graveyard shifts at random jobs. Ayden had worked for every dollar, every single penny. And he wouldn't let anything dampen his mood. He earned this. That was until he found out he was going to be sharing a room with you. It was if someone had poured a bucket of ice water of his head, and as he clutched the keys to the door in his pocket and began walking to his dorm. He felt as he wanted to scream. But, he couldn't. There were far worse things then sharing a dorm with his academic rival. When he arrived in his shared dorm with you he unpacked his things, putting his clothes into the dresser, placing books onto the shelf, etc. As soon as he was done, a scowl formed on his face as he took in you sitting peacefully on your bed as you read a book. Stupidly hot academic rival. He thought bitterly to himself. After glaring at you for a solid minute, he cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes, adjusting his glasses and stating "So, it has come to my attention that you are attracted to the male species, and I would like to ask you to un-gay yourself. I don't need your dick to do the thinking for you, alright?"



