sexuality crisis fics are indeed very fun to write, please show me a snippet of yours (or tell me about it, your choice) 👀
So, I honestly have two different lil timelines and I don't know which one it'll be or if I'll ever even post this, but... here goes, a snippet:
Heat sighed, his own mind driving him crazy. “Wire,” he called his best friend, who was sitting on the couch looking at some papers from a case he was working on. “Can I talk to you for a moment, without you making fun of me?”
Wire slowly looked up, turning his head towards him. “That’s gonna be hard,” he said with a smirk on his face. “But I’ll try.”
Heat walked towards him and sat down on the arm rest of the couch. “I… just don’t know what to think anymore. About myself. About…” He took a deep breath. “About my sexuality.”
Wire raised an eyebrow at that, but didn’t reply and just let Heat explain himself.
“A few weeks ago, I, uhm… I let a guy suck my dick.”
Now both Wire’s eyebrows went up. “Who? Shachi?”
Heat chuckled. “No, he refuses to do that. I asked him – nicely.” He smiled amused. “He says that’s a step too far. Apparently, putting a cock in his mouth would make him question his sexuality, but up his ass is fine.” This gained him a snort from Wire, but it immediately reminded Heat of his own questions about his sexuality again. “No, it was someone else. I promised not to tell, but… I got offered a blowjob and I accepted.”
Wire looked amused. “Well, good for you.”
“Yeah, well… it was pretty good. But that’s the point.” Heat put his hands in his hair, pulling at the dreads. “Like, I’m not attracted to that guy, I think, but I did enjoy it. And then there’s fucking Shachi every now and then… I also really enjoy that.” He looked his friend in the eyes. “I know you think we shouldn’t let ourselves be defined by labels and whatever, but not putting a label on it feels like… I don’t know, for me it feels like it’s not real. Like there’s nothing… I don’t fit in anywhere, you know? I want to know, put the correct label on it for myself. Because now I just don’t know where I stand.”
“Hm,” Wire said, obviously not feeling the same way, but trying to understand him. “I guess that makes sense. So… maybe you’re bisexual.” He shrugged.
Heat stared at the table. “Am I, though? I don’t feel bisexual. I mean… I never look at a guy and think ‘oh, I wanna fuck him’ or ‘he’s cute!’ or anything.” He cocked his head. “I mean… except maybe for Shachi. But that’s Shachi. He doesn’t count.”