Page 6 of One Twisted Lie

I pull out my laptop from under my bed, go through my extensive login routine, and pull up the program. I push my glasses up my nose as I get to work, huffing and cursing every few minutes when the software doesn’t work the way my mind wants it to. I’m utterly focused like I usually am when I do this. I don’t even hear when the door opens and Magnus comes in until a pillow is thrown at my face.

“What the fuck?” I shout, protecting my computer at all costs when it almost falls off the bed. “Careful!”

Magnus smirks but raises his hands in an apology. He looks me up and down and cocks his head to the side. “You good?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I ask in confusion, pulling my laptop back up. I only need a few more minutes…

“How long have you been working on that?” he questions as he starts to strip out of his clothes.

I shrug. “Since I came home. Why?”

“Bruh, it’s been three hours.”

I blink, checking the time on my phone to see that it’s, in fact, been three hours. I grumble. I only meant to work on it for a little bit before tackling my homework for the night. I didn’t realize how fast time flew. Now that I notice it, my fingers are sore, and my eyes are dry. I take off my glasses and scrub my face, wondering what a sight I make.

“No hookup for tonight?” I ask Mag, changing the subject as I review the code.

He smirks as he waves his hand down his bare chest and I notice all the love bites. “A pretty blonde.”

I chuckle and raise my brows at him. “Guy or girl?”

“Girl. You know I’m an equal opportunity lover,” he comments, gesturing at his crotch. I snort at his crudeness.

“Gross. Don’t call yourself that.” I think about his words. I guess during my work tonight, I managed to push a nagging question I had to the back of my mind, but now that Mag is talking about how he likes to get it on with literally anybody, it comes back to the front. “How did you know?”

“Know what?” he asks, pulling down his jeans along with his boxers. It’s not weird. We’re guys and have been roommates for the last four years. I’ve seeneverything.

“That you’re bi,” I say hesitantly, not sure how to approach this conversation. When Mag announced to me that he was bisexual—the very first thing he said when we entered our shared dorm—I didn’t care. He seemed like a cool guy and didn’t seem remotely interested in me, so it didn’t bug me like it may have someone else.

However, every now and then when he would bring a guy back here, I’d get curious. I’ve heard his numerous sex noises throughout the year—with guys and girls—and my astute observation skills couldn’t help but pick up that he always seems a little more enthusiastic with the guys he hooks up with.

Mag considers my words carefully, dropping his cocky grin as he sighs. He pulls on a clean pair of boxers and shrugs. “I mean, I didn’t magically wake up and get a call from the gay police, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

I scoff. “I wasn’t.”

“Well, I look at girls and think they’re hot. I look at guys and think they’re hot. I don’t really care how they identify.” Now a seductive grin does grace his face as he wags his brows. “A body is a body, and I love all types.”

I nod. I guess I’ve always looked at guys and noticed that they were objectively attractive, but I’ve never wanted to fuck them or let them fuck me. So, why the hell and how the hell did I get Ozymandias to suck my cock? Why, at that moment, was that the only thing I wanted? Why did my blood run hot at seeing him on his knees? Why did I crave the sight of his tears? Why did I come harder than I ever have before?

“What’s with the question?” Mag asks, furrowing his brow at me with concern. “You okay?”

I nod and chuckle awkwardly, waving his concern away. “Just curious.”“Sure…” he drawls, not at all believing me, but I don’t care. “Well, if you ever need me, you know I’m here to listen, right?”

I up-nod at him with a smile. “Thanks, man.”

This is something I’m really going to have to think about. I’m questioning everything I’ve ever known about myself. I’ve gone eighteen years of my life only being attracted to girls, loving girls, but now I’m looking at the world in a whole new light. I take a look at Magnus—his dark hair, his toned body, his ass—and I can now picture licking every inch of him.

Don’t get me wrong, I’dneverfuck with Magnus. Like ever. First, I don’t know where he’s been. Second, Daniel is helplessly in love with him, and I’m not a dick like Ozymandias.

Ozymandias.

I can’t get him out of my mind. Every thought I have comes back to him. So, I do the only thing I can think of. I give myself a figurative slap on the face, I take a deep breath, and I dive back into work.

My family’s counting on me, and I can’t disappoint them.

Chapter 4

Ozymandias

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