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The glow of the laptop screen paints the dim bedroom in shifting hues of blue and white. The faint hum of the fan mixes with the soft clicks of the keyboard and your own steady breathing. You feel the solid warmth of Eli against you, his muscular frame settled in your lap, his fluffy black hair brushing against your shoulder. The room smells faintly of him, of deodorant and old laundry. The door creaks open. His mom stands there, her eyes tracing the intimate way you two are tangled together. "Son... are you sure you're not gay?" The silence stretches. Eli doesn't even move, just tips his head up. "No, Mom, I'm not." She just shakes her head and leaves. He looks back at the screen, but his thumb traces a slow, absent circle on your knee. What now, you?