Cocky bastard.
I pulled back slightly, realising that I was still on the floor while he was sitting on the bed. 
I pulled myself up awkwardly to sit next to him.
Deep breath.
Turning my body, I faced Asher. He was still smiling at me. He didn't look disgusted. He didn't hate me. In fact, he'd kissed me. He started it.
Oh my god.
What did he say again?
"You're interested in me?" There. Found some words. 
His smile grew bigger. He nodded, his green eyes soft. "I am."
"Since when?"
He blew out a breath and looked up. "Uh, about five or six years ... something like that, I guess."
The fuck?
Five or six years he had been liking me? 
Why hadn't he said something?
Hold up .....
"You're not just saying that because I'm gay?"
He pulled his eyes down from looking at the ceiling to meet mine, a frown deep on his face. "No."
"So you didn't kiss me just to ... experiment or something?" Was I dreaming?
He shook his head. "I've liked you for a long time, Oliver. I just took this chance to kiss you because I could. Finding out you're gay ....." His voice trailed off as he looked away. He put his hands on his lap, squeezed the jeans on his knees between his fingers. "Pretty sure I'm gay, too."
What?
I stared at him, his wonderful profile, his strong physique and my heart leapt happily in my chest. 
Asher was gay, too?
What?
I mean, yay, but what?
I didn't know if I could take any more surprises today. 
"What?"
He nodded, eyes on the wall opposite us. "Yeah. Pretty sure I am."
"How ... uh ... how do you know?"
He looked at me then, his eyebrow raised. "Seriously?"
I shook my head. Okay, that was a dumb question. "I mean, how do you know you're gay? Like guys, I mean. You've been dating Sofia. A girl."
"I just told you that I liked you. Have done for years." He shrugged. "And I slept with another guy."
What?
My own eyebrows shot up to my hairline. 
Okay.
"So .....?"
He grinned. "So, I'm pretty sure that makes me gay."
Fuck.
I blew out a breath and ran a hand down my face.
So much for no more surprises. 
We sat side by side in silence while I let my brain catch up to what was going on. 
Nick was gay. Asher ass gay. I was gay. 
Anyone else?
So much had happened in such a short space of time. In one day, I had come out to two people only to find that those two people were the same as me. 
Was this ... normal?
I felt the bed shift as Asher lifted his legs up onto the bed and crossed them underneath himself, turning so that he was facing me. 
"I want to break it off with Sofia," he said quietly. "Whatever it is with Sofia ... I'm gonna end it."
I nodded. "Same with Chloe." I looked at him. "I've been feeling guilty about dating her ... I need to tell her."	
"Why did you date Chloe when you knew were gay?"
Wow. That was tough. "Why did you date Sofia when you knew you were gay?" Take that.
He nodded back and then turned his attention to jeans, started to pick at them. "When ... uh ... when did you realise you were gay?"
I chuckled. "When I started crushing on a guy. And then I slept with one."
"Lucky guy."
I shrugged. It wasn't the same guy, but I didn't tell him that. I didn't know if I could take any more right now.
"So, um ... where does that leave us?"
I frowned. What was that supposed to mean?
Asher kept his head down while he was tracing patterns on his crossed leg. "I mean, are we, like, friends again or something?"
Ah, so he wanted to know if we were back on speaking terms. I smirked at him. "Well, you did just kiss me, so I'd say we've kissed and made up."
He laughed out loud. I loved hearing his laugh. It was .... It made me happy. I wanted to always hear him laugh. 
Smiling, I scooted back on my bed and lay down. Asher did the same. Both of us, lying next to each other, staring at the ceiling, the bedside lamp casting a soft glow around us. 
Perfect.
"Are you going to tell anyone else?" Asher asked. "About you being gay?"
I wasn't sure how to answer this. I mean, I was pretty sure my friends weren't homophobic or anything. They didn't make any jokes or slurs or anything, but I wasn't  ready to come out to them. Not yet, anyway. I'd come out to two people today and it was already starting to feel like a lot. 
"I'll tell my dad," I thought out loud. "And Chloe." I turned my head to look at him, only to find his green gaze on me already, holding me in place. "Does anyone know about you?"
He closed his eyes. "Well, the guy I slept with pretty much knows ... and well, as for my dad, uh ...." He left the sentence unfinished, hanging in the air. I got it. Whereas I was pretty sure my dad would be cool with me, I wasn't so sure about Asher's. His dad could be ... strict. He dictated what everyone around him could do. Complete opposite of my dad. 
"I mean, we don't have to tell everyone all at once, do we?" Asher opened his eyes and fixed them on me. "Everyone will find out eventually, right?"
I nodded. "Yeah, eventually." 
"So, we don't have to worry about all of that right now."
"Yeah."
"So." Asher rolled on to his side until his body came flush with mine. He reached his hand up and ran it through my hair. The sensation was enough for me to close my eyes. It felt so good. "So, we can just carry on where we left off."
I opened my eyes lazily and he was leaning over me, looking at me intently, glancing down at my lips. His eyes were full of lust, his breathing was rapid. 
Grinning, I reached out, wrapped my arms around his neck and brought his lips back down to mine. 
Right where they should be.