The More I Get Of You, The Stranger It Feels by avoidance (26k words)
“I think I’m homophobic.”
Hank chokes on his orange juice. He frantically looks around before leaning in, lowering his voice to an exaggerated whisper. “Dude, what the fuck? We’re on a college campus, you can’t just say shit like that in public."
“Yeah, well, it’s not like I want to be!”, Ray hisses back, matching Hank’s tone.
“So what on God’s green earth are you talking about?”
Ray sighs and leans back in his seat. “It’s just– Pete came out to me like a month ago, right? And since then, I just get this sinking feeling in my stomach whenever he mentions that he’s hanging out with some– guy. Well, obviously not when he meets up with you or Art, but like, guys I don't know. This Harkness kid that was glued to his ass after his gig? I hated seeing them together. Or when he tells me he goes to the gym with Collie Parker, it’s like I feel disgusted by the idea of them even being near each other. When his friend came to visit, I couldn’t stand being in the same room as them. It makes me sick imagining him– him being intimate with any of them.”
The “I think I’m homophobic ope no jk I’m gay and jealous and in love” trope will never get old to me. What can I say, I love angsty character development! This is the first fic this author has written which is absolutely mind blowing because it’s so good. No smut in this one, just good old fashioned gavries pining & cluelessness.
