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So this happened last week and I cannot get it out of my head so I figured I’d write a post about it and see if I can make it make sense!
For context, the man I’m talking about here - we’ll call him Jack - started working at the place I work at a month after I did. He got hired because his dad is friends with my boss - he knows nothing about the field we work in but is clever and a really nice guy. He’s a few years older than me and absolutely gorgeous; he’s also incredibly posh. British LPSGers will know exact the type I mean - he got a job through daddy, went to a major private school, has a nickname for everyone and is really into his rugby. He’d really wind me up if he weren’t such a genuinely lovely guy, and super handsome.
We became work friends really quickly and then actual friends soon after that. We understand each other well and he guessed I wasn’t just into women seeing how I looked at guys on nights out etc so I came out to him as bi after he asked some very leading questions. He has no issues at all with that and has been a bit of a wing man a few times. I don’t fancy him per se because he’s a straight guy and a close friend, but he is objectively attractive and I think he knows I think that.
After a few office changes I ended up becoming his line manager but it doesn’t really mean anything to us - except, like a typical public school rugby lad, he’s always getting drunk and fucking up in various ways and I always cover for him. I don’t think he takes advantage of my friendship / loyalty I just think he’s a bit of a lovable idiot party animal who can’t help himself.
Anyway, after a really heavy weekend he came into work very late one Monday absolutely out of his nut on god knows what - the state he was in must have been the end result of a heavy Friday, Saturday and Sunday night…
Fortunately none of the senior team come in on Mondays so he didn’t get into trouble. He crashed on an office sofa and by the end of the working day I offered to drive him home. He was in the throes of such a bad come down he said he didn’t want to be alone so I said he could have a shower at mine, get changed and I’d cook or get us a take away. None of this felt weird and I am used to looking after him like this when he’s had a messy one.
This is where it gets strange.
He went off to have his shower and did what he needed to do but called me in the bathroom a few minutes later, asking how the shower worked - but he was absolutely bollock naked. He’d showered at mine several times before so knew how it worked. I showed him again, kinda ignoring the fact he was naked but I probably made a joke about it, and left him to it. I put it down to him being a bit whacked still and also having the attitude to that sort of thing that private school rugby types sometimes do.
He came out in my dressing gown which was fine as I think I said he could wear it and I got a takeaway and we watched some shit tv. He asked if he could stay the night to which I said fine; I have a two bed flat with a big, really comfortable sofa in the second bedroom which I usually as a home office.
I offered him my bed because he was the guest and said I was happy on the sofa, but he said he would feel terrible putting me out of my bed. I insisted he had the bed and I was very happy on the sofa (it really is very comfortable) but he said the only compromise was that we share the bed.
I’ve shared a bed with him a few times before on holiday so said fine, even though I’d really rather have had the sofa to myself.
I’m wearing a t-shirt and shorts but he’s just in his pants which I figure makes sense because that’s all he’s got to sleep in.
Predictably, he was talking a load of shit for ages while I was trying to get to sleep but he eventually said “do you fancy me?” and I said much the same as I have above: no, I don’t fancy you Jack, you’re my best friend and you’re straight. But if you’re asking me if I think you’re a handsome guy, yes you definitely are and you know that.
He then said “so if I was gay would you fuck me?” to which I awkwardly responded “well I think I’d try”. I felt very awkward at this point as we’re sharing a bed and it’s just an odd conversations.
At this point he moves to look my in the eye quite intensely, and comes in and gives me a kiss / snog for what felt like ages. I mean it felt like absolutely ages. But it was probably two seconds if that. My heart is pounding and I’m also absolutely rock hard now.
I enjoyed it but was massively confused and then that became anger. I asked him why the fuck he did that, and he said he wanted to know what it was like, and asked if I enjoyed it. I can’t remember what I said but I made it clear that was it and I was going to sleep ont the sofa.
I can’t remember what he said but he got me to stay in the bed - probably by getting me to feel sorry for him - and I did get to sleep after. I woke up a few times and he was right over on my side, and spent a lot of the night with his arm over me.
The next morning he was so grateful that I’d looked after him, kept thanking me, saying what a great supportive friend I am, and we went to work as normal. We didn’t really mention the weirdness but he did say it how grateful he was that we were so close.
In short, what the fuck am I to make of that?
Is he confirming a very very small, tiny, flickering intrusive fear I very rarely have that he is a bit manipulative and plays with people / especially the fact I’m bi?
Is he a bit bi?
Was he just coming down from the mother of all piss ups / whatever else over the weekend and horny / disinhibited / whatever?
A combination of all / some of the above?
IDK!
For context, the man I’m talking about here - we’ll call him Jack - started working at the place I work at a month after I did. He got hired because his dad is friends with my boss - he knows nothing about the field we work in but is clever and a really nice guy. He’s a few years older than me and absolutely gorgeous; he’s also incredibly posh. British LPSGers will know exact the type I mean - he got a job through daddy, went to a major private school, has a nickname for everyone and is really into his rugby. He’d really wind me up if he weren’t such a genuinely lovely guy, and super handsome.
We became work friends really quickly and then actual friends soon after that. We understand each other well and he guessed I wasn’t just into women seeing how I looked at guys on nights out etc so I came out to him as bi after he asked some very leading questions. He has no issues at all with that and has been a bit of a wing man a few times. I don’t fancy him per se because he’s a straight guy and a close friend, but he is objectively attractive and I think he knows I think that.
After a few office changes I ended up becoming his line manager but it doesn’t really mean anything to us - except, like a typical public school rugby lad, he’s always getting drunk and fucking up in various ways and I always cover for him. I don’t think he takes advantage of my friendship / loyalty I just think he’s a bit of a lovable idiot party animal who can’t help himself.
Anyway, after a really heavy weekend he came into work very late one Monday absolutely out of his nut on god knows what - the state he was in must have been the end result of a heavy Friday, Saturday and Sunday night…
Fortunately none of the senior team come in on Mondays so he didn’t get into trouble. He crashed on an office sofa and by the end of the working day I offered to drive him home. He was in the throes of such a bad come down he said he didn’t want to be alone so I said he could have a shower at mine, get changed and I’d cook or get us a take away. None of this felt weird and I am used to looking after him like this when he’s had a messy one.
This is where it gets strange.
He went off to have his shower and did what he needed to do but called me in the bathroom a few minutes later, asking how the shower worked - but he was absolutely bollock naked. He’d showered at mine several times before so knew how it worked. I showed him again, kinda ignoring the fact he was naked but I probably made a joke about it, and left him to it. I put it down to him being a bit whacked still and also having the attitude to that sort of thing that private school rugby types sometimes do.
He came out in my dressing gown which was fine as I think I said he could wear it and I got a takeaway and we watched some shit tv. He asked if he could stay the night to which I said fine; I have a two bed flat with a big, really comfortable sofa in the second bedroom which I usually as a home office.
I offered him my bed because he was the guest and said I was happy on the sofa, but he said he would feel terrible putting me out of my bed. I insisted he had the bed and I was very happy on the sofa (it really is very comfortable) but he said the only compromise was that we share the bed.
I’ve shared a bed with him a few times before on holiday so said fine, even though I’d really rather have had the sofa to myself.
I’m wearing a t-shirt and shorts but he’s just in his pants which I figure makes sense because that’s all he’s got to sleep in.
Predictably, he was talking a load of shit for ages while I was trying to get to sleep but he eventually said “do you fancy me?” and I said much the same as I have above: no, I don’t fancy you Jack, you’re my best friend and you’re straight. But if you’re asking me if I think you’re a handsome guy, yes you definitely are and you know that.
He then said “so if I was gay would you fuck me?” to which I awkwardly responded “well I think I’d try”. I felt very awkward at this point as we’re sharing a bed and it’s just an odd conversations.
At this point he moves to look my in the eye quite intensely, and comes in and gives me a kiss / snog for what felt like ages. I mean it felt like absolutely ages. But it was probably two seconds if that. My heart is pounding and I’m also absolutely rock hard now.
I enjoyed it but was massively confused and then that became anger. I asked him why the fuck he did that, and he said he wanted to know what it was like, and asked if I enjoyed it. I can’t remember what I said but I made it clear that was it and I was going to sleep ont the sofa.
I can’t remember what he said but he got me to stay in the bed - probably by getting me to feel sorry for him - and I did get to sleep after. I woke up a few times and he was right over on my side, and spent a lot of the night with his arm over me.
The next morning he was so grateful that I’d looked after him, kept thanking me, saying what a great supportive friend I am, and we went to work as normal. We didn’t really mention the weirdness but he did say it how grateful he was that we were so close.
In short, what the fuck am I to make of that?
Is he confirming a very very small, tiny, flickering intrusive fear I very rarely have that he is a bit manipulative and plays with people / especially the fact I’m bi?
Is he a bit bi?
Was he just coming down from the mother of all piss ups / whatever else over the weekend and horny / disinhibited / whatever?
A combination of all / some of the above?
IDK!