“I can’t believe I’ve missed this sport. It’s all about fingering holes and caressing balls.”

“Eli eased back enough to breathe words onto Quinn's mouth. 'Well? Romantic enough?''My heart's aflutter.'Eli sank away. 'All the fluttering is in my balls.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Love was a hundred times worse than all the stupid songs could ever try to explain. And when he loved you back, it was too much. Like all of those feelings could never fit. You'd have to spend your life trying to figure out how, but it wouldn't matter as long as he kept looking at you like that.”

“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.”

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