“You're gay," wash stated.Rhodes nodded, a short jerk of his head, dropping his gaze to his beer."As in, you-like-men gay."Still eying his beer, Rhodes gave an affirmative shrug. "As in, you like-to-fuck-men gay.""Yes!”

“Every time I jerked off over the past few days, I thought about you. Forget the chicks—I’m going with the dicks. Well,” he made a face, “one dick, I mean. My own private dick. Start off slow, you know, and then build up to the orgies.”Rhodes brought his lips down onto Wash’s smiling mouth. “My dick,” Rhodes growled against the curve of Wash’s lips. “And my dick only. Remember that.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just…” His eyes dropped from hers again, almost as if-Jenny looked at him sharply as an idea occurred to her. Could the Nordic god be shy?”

“Why are you doing this?" Rod asked. "You hate gay men like me." Hunter shrugged. "There are no men like you, gay or otherwise.”

“Come on, buddy--she's pretty cute. After another beer, she'll go up to really cute.”

“Jenny was struck again by the contrast between his attractiveness and his shyness. It was endearing.”

“...even if gay marriage were legalized there would still be gay men who didn't want to marry, gay men no other gay men would want to marry, and gay men who didn't want to leave the priesthood in order to marry.”