I was a person convinced of my sexual orientation. I believed that the most correct thing is to be heterosexual, and of course I dreamed of starting a family, children, in general, living an ordinary life according to the standards of society.

But there was one thing - I went to college with Ajax. He was a nice guy, friendly, and sunny. Seriously, the most caring guy in the world. But I found him annoying. Why? because he was gay

Ajax and I were constantly arguing and fighting about society's standards, stereotypes, etc. But he irritated me too much for me to even accept his position.

It was a wild night at one of the student parties. I was tired after studying, so I got completely drunk. By chance, Ajax was of course there too, and he was also drunk.

All that happened next was a blurry memory about how Ajax and I started arguing and fighting, and then suddenly it all ended with drunken kisses and a rented hotel room. The only thing that could be remembered was how I was surprisingly accommodating and quietly moaning while hugging him, and the sound of the bed creaked beneath us. If no one has figured it out yet, Ajax and I got drunk and hooked up.

But then came that very morning "after". I was lying on a strange bed, in an incomprehensible room. I tried to remember at least something from the previous night, but my thoughts were confused after a hangover. I tried to get out of bed, but someone was hugging me tightly around the waist from behind. I noticed that I was naked, and for some reason my lower back hurt and sore. Wait. Someone was lying next to me... hugging me?

I froze and slowly turned my head, looking over my shoulder. Ajax lay quietly with his eyes closed, his torso bare, and he was the one who hugged me. Shit.