“Aaron held him and reached down to free a surprisingly big cock, measuring it with his hand. "Wow, where'd you get all this?""Stole it from my last boyfriend.""Knew you were trouble.”

“So what are you doing here?" Dylan asked in between forkfuls of eggs.That was the first thing Dylan had said that bothered Joey. He didn't want Aaron thinking too much about it, either. Going for the kill, Joey said, "I suck your brother's cock and take it up my ass. Any more questions?""Gross. Fuck no. Jesus." Dylan grabbed his plate and went into the living room."If you spill anything clean it up," Aaron yelled after him.”

“With a soft gasp from Aaron, the soundtrack started up in Joey’s brain again. Goldfrapp’s “Ooh La La” was perfect for blow jobs. If he sang along, his tongue did interesting things.”

“I already gave you my ass. I guess you can have my hand too.”

“Princess?""You do get this kind of bossy, don't-fuck-with-my-tiara attitude when you're pissed.”

“You are the opposite of romantic. Did anyone ever tell you that?""I am full of romance. I like sunsets and the ocean and beaches and flowers and love songs and Shakespeare in the park and all that kind of shit." Eli's cheeks flushed. It was adorable on him. "I don't get what any of that has to do with sex.""I'm not talking about sex, Eli. I'm talking about a kiss.""Fine. I'll kiss the romantic fuck out of you.”

“You get up every morning then life happens to you. You just have to have the right stuff to get through it.”