Sam and Shatterstar | Bi Pride!
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xp_logsHaving 20/10 vision came in handy often, but particularly when it came to seeing small details from far off. Prime example: Shatterstar could see the bisexual flag patch on Sam's jacket all the way down a long hallway even though it wasn't that long. And well... It was pride month, the time to talk about this stuff. And Sam, while older and more experienced, wasn't intimidating or awkward to talk to about this sort of thing. 'Star started to walk quickly and purposefully after Sam, pursuing him almost like a predator.
Maybe he'd been spending too much time with Sharon.
Sam didn’t jump but it was a near thing, breath hitching as he fought the urge to bring his hand to his chest in his best accidental impression of his mother when the younger man caught up to him. “Star! Hey….how’s it goin’?”
"How did you know?" Shatterstar asked, looking pointedly to the bisexual patch on Sam's jacket. The unspoken question was "how can I know?"
He had kissed girls and enjoyed it, and he liked holding hands with Rictor. He didn't exactly like liking to see others' bodies, but he did experience the attraction. But. He didn't feel like he could call himself bisexual.
How had Sam known he could?
Sam craned his neck to figure out what patch Star was looking at and then realization dawned on him. “This- is a conversation for somewhere we can sit down. We can talk in my room?”
Shatterstar nodded. "Where ever is alright."
Sam led Shatterstar to his room and gestured for the kid to sit anywhere. "Well- back home there's this uh big expectation to be married with kids by the time yer twenty-one or so likin' girls was the easy part...the less easy part was that home bein' how it is almost every strong friendship I ever had was with another boy....and I did sports. Puberty was 'fun'." Sam said with a small self-deprecating laugh. "I was a bit of a cliche- fell for my best friend, who was straight, and spent a whole lotta time mopin' around the house listenin' to Dolly until everyone was sick of my shit. I think... I think I didn't know that I knew- I'd kissed girls before, hell I think by that point I'd kissed boys too just to cause a ruckus because I was a shitstain of a teenager, but at some point I think I realized that I wanted to kiss him just cause he was him. And then I bottled that right up and kept that as close to my chest as possible and didn't tell nobody for years."
Of course anyone who cared to pay attention knew because when Sam kept things close to his chest where they usually ended up was on his sleeve.
"I guess. I guess at some point I just realized that I wasn't just thinkin' they were handsome cause I thought girls would think they was handsome, but because I did."
Shatterstar made a frustrated little sound at Sam's story, which made it all sound so simple. He didn't know what he expected, Sam often seemed like he was so straight forward. Then again, maybe it really was that simple. He tugged at his hair a little as he thought about Sam's story, pulling one leg up to rest his head on.
"And it's just that easy? You can just decide that means you're bisexual? How did you know you weren't just having a phase one way or another?"
“Well…” Sam said, shrugging. “As terrible as my first girlfriend was, that definitely cemented that I weren’t gay. Definitely attracted to women. Course now that I’ve got a boyfriend everyone assumes I’m gay, which is annoying but not the end of the world….and then at some point, I guess I just decided if I thought a man was handsome I oughta see what happened if I kissed him- and I really liked that.”
Sam coughed. “Now, it can be harder when yer trying to figure out if you oughta ask out yer friend….. even if you know he’s interested. But….it worked for me and Clint so it’s possible.”
"So it's not simple at all. I hate this." He had hoped that Sam would make things easier to understand, but it all just seemed even more complicated. Shatterstar gave a large sigh and leaned back at Sam's mention of asking out a friend. "Rictor is straight anyways," Shatterstar said.
Sam’s face read one emotion plainly: doubt. “He tell you that? Or have you just decided he’s straight because the idea of actually actin’ on yer crush is scary?”
Shatterstar scowled at Sam and turned away, crossing his arms. "He's given me no reason to suspect otherwise."
Sam sighed. “Star…. Maybe he ain’t ready- you can’t force someone outta the closet. And I ain’t an expert on Rictor, but it’s obvious how important you are to him and how much he cares about you….I wouldn’t completely discount the idea that he might like you back.”
Shatterstar scoffed, but considered it. "So you really can just decide you're bisexual, then?" He said, moving Sam away from the topic of dating friends.
“Well…..I didn’t decide to be bi, I more just decided to accept it and act on it. If that makes sense. One of the symptoms of likin’ boys is thinkin’ you like boys.”
"And I suppose it's the same with women?" Shatterstar asked, kicking at the floor. If Sam was right, perhaps he could claim bisexuality after all.
“Yeah pretty much. And don’t let anyone tell you that you gotta be equally into boys and girls or that if you ain’t dated one gender that you ain’t bi. You know yerself better than they do.”
Shatterstar gave Sam a Look. Couldn't he understand that Shatterstar didn't know himself at all. "Well. Enlightening."
Sam smiled sheepishly. "Hey, Star? Thanks."
"For what?" 'Star asked, confused.
"Trustin' me with this. It's...usually when we hang out yer kickin' my ass. It really means a lot that you picked me to talk to. I wouldn't've had the guts to do that when I was yer age."
"Well. You're bisexual so it made sense to ask you." Besides, Sam wasn't quite a real adult and not as intimidating to talk to.
"Still." Sam said. "....You watch any good movies lately?"
"...Have you seen Lisa Frankenstein?"
Maybe he'd been spending too much time with Sharon.
Sam didn’t jump but it was a near thing, breath hitching as he fought the urge to bring his hand to his chest in his best accidental impression of his mother when the younger man caught up to him. “Star! Hey….how’s it goin’?”
"How did you know?" Shatterstar asked, looking pointedly to the bisexual patch on Sam's jacket. The unspoken question was "how can I know?"
He had kissed girls and enjoyed it, and he liked holding hands with Rictor. He didn't exactly like liking to see others' bodies, but he did experience the attraction. But. He didn't feel like he could call himself bisexual.
How had Sam known he could?
Sam craned his neck to figure out what patch Star was looking at and then realization dawned on him. “This- is a conversation for somewhere we can sit down. We can talk in my room?”
Shatterstar nodded. "Where ever is alright."
Sam led Shatterstar to his room and gestured for the kid to sit anywhere. "Well- back home there's this uh big expectation to be married with kids by the time yer twenty-one or so likin' girls was the easy part...the less easy part was that home bein' how it is almost every strong friendship I ever had was with another boy....and I did sports. Puberty was 'fun'." Sam said with a small self-deprecating laugh. "I was a bit of a cliche- fell for my best friend, who was straight, and spent a whole lotta time mopin' around the house listenin' to Dolly until everyone was sick of my shit. I think... I think I didn't know that I knew- I'd kissed girls before, hell I think by that point I'd kissed boys too just to cause a ruckus because I was a shitstain of a teenager, but at some point I think I realized that I wanted to kiss him just cause he was him. And then I bottled that right up and kept that as close to my chest as possible and didn't tell nobody for years."
Of course anyone who cared to pay attention knew because when Sam kept things close to his chest where they usually ended up was on his sleeve.
"I guess. I guess at some point I just realized that I wasn't just thinkin' they were handsome cause I thought girls would think they was handsome, but because I did."
Shatterstar made a frustrated little sound at Sam's story, which made it all sound so simple. He didn't know what he expected, Sam often seemed like he was so straight forward. Then again, maybe it really was that simple. He tugged at his hair a little as he thought about Sam's story, pulling one leg up to rest his head on.
"And it's just that easy? You can just decide that means you're bisexual? How did you know you weren't just having a phase one way or another?"
“Well…” Sam said, shrugging. “As terrible as my first girlfriend was, that definitely cemented that I weren’t gay. Definitely attracted to women. Course now that I’ve got a boyfriend everyone assumes I’m gay, which is annoying but not the end of the world….and then at some point, I guess I just decided if I thought a man was handsome I oughta see what happened if I kissed him- and I really liked that.”
Sam coughed. “Now, it can be harder when yer trying to figure out if you oughta ask out yer friend….. even if you know he’s interested. But….it worked for me and Clint so it’s possible.”
"So it's not simple at all. I hate this." He had hoped that Sam would make things easier to understand, but it all just seemed even more complicated. Shatterstar gave a large sigh and leaned back at Sam's mention of asking out a friend. "Rictor is straight anyways," Shatterstar said.
Sam’s face read one emotion plainly: doubt. “He tell you that? Or have you just decided he’s straight because the idea of actually actin’ on yer crush is scary?”
Shatterstar scowled at Sam and turned away, crossing his arms. "He's given me no reason to suspect otherwise."
Sam sighed. “Star…. Maybe he ain’t ready- you can’t force someone outta the closet. And I ain’t an expert on Rictor, but it’s obvious how important you are to him and how much he cares about you….I wouldn’t completely discount the idea that he might like you back.”
Shatterstar scoffed, but considered it. "So you really can just decide you're bisexual, then?" He said, moving Sam away from the topic of dating friends.
“Well…..I didn’t decide to be bi, I more just decided to accept it and act on it. If that makes sense. One of the symptoms of likin’ boys is thinkin’ you like boys.”
"And I suppose it's the same with women?" Shatterstar asked, kicking at the floor. If Sam was right, perhaps he could claim bisexuality after all.
“Yeah pretty much. And don’t let anyone tell you that you gotta be equally into boys and girls or that if you ain’t dated one gender that you ain’t bi. You know yerself better than they do.”
Shatterstar gave Sam a Look. Couldn't he understand that Shatterstar didn't know himself at all. "Well. Enlightening."
Sam smiled sheepishly. "Hey, Star? Thanks."
"For what?" 'Star asked, confused.
"Trustin' me with this. It's...usually when we hang out yer kickin' my ass. It really means a lot that you picked me to talk to. I wouldn't've had the guts to do that when I was yer age."
"Well. You're bisexual so it made sense to ask you." Besides, Sam wasn't quite a real adult and not as intimidating to talk to.
"Still." Sam said. "....You watch any good movies lately?"
"...Have you seen Lisa Frankenstein?"
