“Why'd you go and have to have a straight boy crush?""We all do. That's how fairies get their wings.”

“It’s like I have no idea who I am anymore,” said Tristan. “Who the hell was that?”“I don’t know, but he’s like…the porn fairy…and I’m not letting him get away.”

“When we get home, I'll make you some soup or something.""God. Don't be nice.""All right." Jeff spoke softly into the darkness. "When we get home, I'll make some soup, and when you're not looking, I'll spit in it.”

“Okay, i admit it," Connor looked away, "I'm a little disappointed.""Excuse me?" snapped Kevin, sure he hadn't heard right. "Well, now that I'm thoroughly and diligently queer, I expected more manly love-talk, you know? Not like Pretty Baby and feeding you graped and stuff," he snorted. "Uh, you mean like, hey you bastard I don't have a beer and nobody's sucking my dick, what's wrong with this picture?""Oh," Connor climbed Kevin a little, his cock becoming interested again. "That's the spirit." "Like, I've got handcuffs and I'm not afraid to yo use them, that kind of talk?""Oh, officer, show me your nightstick.""I'm not even a cop anymore.""No but oddly enough, I am." Connor grinned, holding Kevin's hands above his head. "And you there, are looking a little guilty.""Oh man," Kevin bit his lip. "I just can't help myself, Officer Dougal. I've been such a bad, bad boy.""Oh, well then, son, I guess you'll just have to spead 'em." He slid down beneath the covers, "This will require some in depth observation, I think."Kevin's cock was getting hard again as Connor's tongue lapped all the way down on it then back up again, teasing the little slit in the top. "Yep, just as I thought, blunt instrument. I'm afraid you'll have to come with me...”

“Damn straight" said Connor. "So yeah, I look at you and I could suck start a leaf blower, or drill a Kevin-shaped body hole into the wall, like a cartoon.”

“ Breast feeding is a good thing. I promise you that's not what made you gay. "" I know that, men did that. And penises.”

“No one is going to hurt you on my watch. -Tristan, Crossing Borders”