Trevor laid his chin on Chris's shoulder from where he still stood behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist a second later. Chris, surprised, wasn't sure how to respond to the touch—  wasn't sure what Trevor was expecting him to do—  so he did nothing, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air.

"Got me there," he said, tone light and easy. "How could I not? Isn't he so pretty?"

Cindy's eyes widened and Chris suspected his own eyes looked the same. He was only joking—  that much was obvious—  but something about the humor didn't seem right. He couldn't quite place where the punchline was meant to land. Really, he couldn't place if there was a punchline, at all.

"You're really annoying, you know that?" Cindy said.

"You said it," Trevor said. Chris could feel his shrug against his back. "Not used to being right?"

"Of course I'm used to being right," Cindy argued, "but you're lying."

"Am I?"

That was the question Chris was having a hard time figuring out himself. None of Trevor's usual signs of lying were there, but that didn't really mean much. 

"Obviously," Cindy said with a certainty that Chris wished he could say he had, himself. "You've only ever been with girls."

"What makes you think that?"

"Trevor," Chris said, glancing back at him from the corner of his eye. Trevor still had that smug look on his face. He still had yet to release his hold around Chris. "What the fuck?"

"You bothered?" he asked, voice lowered for only Chris to hear. "I'm just screwing with her."

"Sure, but why do I have to be a prop?"

"As an apology for being an insensitive dick."

Chris thought about that. Shrugged a few seconds later.

Trevor's smirk broadened.

Cindy was staring at the both of them with a blank expression. Then, it was as if a lightbulb went off in her mind. She smiled and leaned over to whisper something to one of her friends who giggled and nodded enthusiastically in response. 

Cindy turned back to them with a look so arrogant it could almost rival Trevor's. 

"If you're really so attracted to him, then prove it," Cindy said, crossing one leg over the other and her arms over her chest. "Kiss him."

Trevor shrugged.

"On the lips," she specified.

Trevor laughed, but Chris felt the way he'd tensed a little. That felt odd—  Chris felt like he should be the one made uncomfortable by the spontaneous request. Yet, he couldn't really say he minded. It was just a kiss. Just a press of lips against another pair of lips. No big deal.  

Chris pulled Trevor's arms away, turning to make eye contact with his friend. He spared a short glance to his lips. They were nicely shaped, and they looked soft. 

No big deal.

"Well?" Trevor asked. He gestured over to the girls watching intently from the couch with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "Don't want to disappoint our audience do you?"

"And you say I'm the problem," Chris muttered but leaned a little closer in invitation.

Trevor froze for what might have been a millisecond, but then he closed the distance between them without another prompt as if he'd caught himself. It was chaste. Quick. So soft, Chris barely even felt it. Neither of them had closed their eyes for it, but they'd grown lidded. 

The girls hooted from the couch when they pulled away, but then Cindy yelled loudly, "that barely counts! People kiss their kids like that!"

Trevor glared at her with slightly widened eyes. "Who the fuck is people? Is there something you want to tell the fucking class, Cindy?"

"Shut up! You know what I mean!" Cindy waved her hands around vaguely. "You were supposed to do more. Tongue, or something."

"You're changing the goalpost," Trevor said. He was half turned away from Chris now, his attention entirely pointed to the fuming girl. "This is why I broke up with you— "

"I was going to break up with you, too— "

"You're really fucking annoying— "

"Trevor," Chris said with a roll of his eyes. When Trevor turned back to him, he grabbed him by the chin and closed the distance between them for a second time.

Trevor didn't respond to the kiss for a considerable few seconds, shocked into complete stillness. Then, his eyes slid shut, and he responded as easily as if they kissed every other day. Chris might have initiated it the second time, but it was Trevor who incorporated tongue into the mix first.

Chris hummed a little at the wet, warm touch. Shuddered a little when Trevor curled his fingers into his hair and tugged a little, guiding him.

Trevor was surprisingly good at kissing. Chris didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it was good. Better than good, really. Even if Trevor was his long-time friend and another guy to top it off.

By the time they pulled apart, they were both panting and there was a light flush on Trevor's cheeks that almost made him look pleasant. Innocent, even, with all his harsh lines and the glinting metal in his ears and nose.

The girls were squealing again as if something revolutionary had happened and, finally, Cindy seemed satisfied.

"Happy?" Trevor asked her, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. It was only then that Chris noticed the slight puffiness to them. It warmed something in his guts to know he'd caused it. "Or are you in the mood to complain more?"

"Sure," Cindy said, eyes wide. "Whatever."

"Whatever," Trevor parroted. Turned. Left. All without a single goodbye.

Chris didn't see him for the rest of the night.

Despite everything, Chris ended up taking Cindy to an empty room later that night. They shared kiss after kiss, Chris pushed against the mattress with Cindy curled in his lap. She was a good kisser even if she clearly wasn't nearly as experienced as Chris was. Or Trevor.

It was still nice.

"You're not actually attracted to men, right?" Cindy asked at some point, gripping Chris's hand that'd begun to wander beneath her shirt. "'Cause I don't think..."

She didn't finish the thought and Chris's alcohol-muddled mind couldn't finish the thought with a guess. His mind was elsewhere, anyway. 

Was he attracted to men?

They were fine. He wasn't repulsed by the idea of kissing a man. He hadn't minded—  he'd enjoyed—  kissing Trevor, but that was one thing. A kiss was just a kiss; sex was another beast entirely. He briefly allowed himself to entertain the thought of that. The thought of laying with another man and everything that would entail.

The thought didn't really do anything for him—  it didn't feel good, but it also didn't feel bad.

He didn't know, but he still had plenty of time to figure that out. There was no true rush.

In the moment, though, he could only respond with the answer that came easiest.

"No."