Gunner Doesn't Watch Gay Porn

Duncan smiled back, though he was rather confused; all he had done was burn a dozen cinnamon rolls. He pulled on his pants and grabbed the tray the sad, blackened pastries.

"I'm going to throw these out outside, so they don't stink up the place--tell me what you're hungry for when I get back?"

He ran outside and dumped them in the trash, before hurrying back inside his warm house.

Gunner paced, panicking. What did he do? He pulled back on his pants, deciding it would probably be best if he covered up some, but he still felt weird. He frowned deeply, and sat down on the couch, trying to think about something other than sex with Duncan.

"It was freezing out there," laughed Duncan, sitting back down. "Were you cold too? We can cuddle, if you want. You can see the TV from the bed."

Gunner had almost forgotten he had agreed to cuddle. Panic gripped his chest. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't just change his mind now.

He smiled. "What will we watch?" he asked, looking around for movies.

"Anything's fine--I'm not picky. Choose any of the DVDs."

Gunner decided against Brokeback Mountain, despite it being his favorite movie ever. He chose something that looked lighthearted and handed it to Duncan.

"You want to watch Die Hard?..." he asked, a little confused. "Do you really like action movies, Gunner?"

"What?" he asked, feeling somewhat offended. "Of course I like action movies, why wouldn't I?"

To be honest, it was always Jake who wanted to watch the manly movies. Gunner much preferred animal movies, even if they were sad and made him cry and call Maggie at 3 in the morning. He frowned at the thought.

"Oh no, they're fine," he said, smiling. The DVD had been a gift from a friend, and he had never even watched it; he preferred romances and movies about animals. But if Gunner liked it, he was sure it would be fine.

"Put it in and grab the remote so we can cuddle."

Gunner frowned and decided last minute to switch out the movie for Brokeback Mountain. He put it in, and waved the cover.

"Uhhhh...changed my mind," he mumbled. Gunner sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling awkward. He had never actually cuddled, before. Unless sitting near Maggie and being sort of close counted. He just wasn't into the girly, touchy feely stuff with guys. It felt forced.

Duncan climbed under the blankets without hesitation.

"Come on, silly, get under here--it's cold." He beckoned Gunner with a finger.

Gunner felt his face turn red. This wasn't usually a situation that led to cuddling. How did one even cuddle? He moved under the bed, pulling the blankets over himself. He felt his stomach churn. What if he did something wrong?

Duncan snuggled up to him and wrapped an arm around him, running his other hand over the scars on his chest.

"You're actually pretty warm--it's nice."

Gunner flinched when he touched the scars.

"I...guess," he replied, blushing furiously. "I...uhm...I, uh..."

Gunner frowned and shut up, looking at the TV instead.

"I thought you were going to put on Die Hard?" he asked, glancing at the TV. When he saw the opening credits, he chuckled and kissed him on the jaw.

"This is a good movie for cuddling. I approve."

"...changed my mind," he replied feebly, fidgeting constantly. He didn't like this. It felt strange. He had never gotten into a bed with a man he wasn't going to have sex with. Which wasn't to say he wasn't ever going to have sex with Duncan, he just didn't want to because he always had sex with men. But at the same time, it felt wrong.

He didn't know what to think, so he stayed quiet and watched the movie.

"Hey, are you comfy? I can get another blanket, if you're cold."

"I'm...fine," Gunner mumbled, pretending he was really, intensely paying attention to the movie.

Duncan, who wasn't paying much attention to the movie either, grew increasingly handsy. His hands trailed lower and lower with every minute, until they were on Gunner's thighs.

Gunner jumped, suddenly, when he realized where Duncan's hands were. He squirmed and moved away.

"Wh...what are you doing?" he asked, swallowing nervously.

"Cuddling," he replied, laughing. "Sorry--too far? I can keep my hands up here." He moved them back to Gunner's chest.

Gunner moved them away.

"Maybe this as a bad idea," he said, trying not to look as panicked as he felt.

"Oh, sorry," he said, pulling away. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable...are you not okay with cuddling?"

"N-no, I..." he frowned deeply. "...it's just...well, ya see, I..."

He sighed heavily, pushing his hair back.

"The truth is...I've never...cuddled. Before. I usually, just...sleep with dudes."

"Oh," he said, glancing back at the movie, then at Gunner. "Well, that's okay. If you feel uncomfortable, we don't have to."

He slipped his hand into Gunner's and leaned back against the pillows.