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“Say you’re not gay.” Micah shut his eyes. “Go to hell.” Roman leaned in, lips against his ear now. “You came on my tongue, pretty boy. Hell already came for you.”

He introduced himself and they both shook hands. “Ugh, seriously, Mark he’s not my boyfriend, he’s my—“ “Husband, I’m his husband.” Trent said with a smirk and I mentally shouted as he gave me a smirk. WHAT. AN. ASSHOLE. “I’m Trent Easton, CEO of Potent Club Brewery.” He introduced. Yeah, an asshole and a liar. “Mr. Easton of PCB—my boyfriend, Storm, works for you in the marketing department. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” Mark said, and I lifted a brow. Mark really believes this bloke.

My hard cock springing free, and leaking pre-cum at the tip. Kai's gaze dropped to it, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Fuck, Alex," he groaned, licking his lips. But I wasn't done with the show yet. I grabbed Malika, pulling her into the mix, our mouths meeting in a messy three-way kiss. She tasted sweet, like the fruity vape she'd been hitting earlier, and Kai's roughness mixed in, making it perfect. Her hands roamed, one on my chest while the other stroking Kai through his jeans.

“Father, elders, members of both packs… I need to tell you the truth.” I took a breath, gathering every ounce of courage I could muster. “I’m gay,” I said, and the words echoed in the sudden stillness. “I’ve always been attracted to males, never females. And I cannot—I will not—marry Seraphina and force her into a life of unhappiness and neglect. She deserves better than a mate who couldn’t stand the thought of mating with her. Who would never love her the way she should be loved. And I deserve the chance to be honest about who I am.”

There were Files. Gigantic, scrolling documents replaced the clouds. They were black text on a red background, mile-high, impossible to ignore. SUBJECT: ELIAS THORNE. GAMERTAG: VIPER. STATUS: TERMINATED. CAUSE: GAS LEAK (ENGINEERED). SUBJECT: SARAH K. GAMERTAG: PIXIE. STATUS: TERMINATED. CAUSE: GRAVITY IMPACT (FORCED). Below, the players in the Plaza stopped. Thousands of heads looked up. The chatter died.

Eric's grin grew. We were slow to part and talked for a while...it was just the right time and place for conversation. Once we finished our goodbyes and she drove away, we talked further. Eric, decidedly gay, felt his familiarity and affection for Laura made the "orgies" possible; and it was unlikely to ever happen with any other women. He said, "It's helped solidify where I'm at, sexually...I'm gay! What I mean is...I was struck with our differences...differences between you and me." "What do you mean?"

It became higher and almost playful, with exaggerated gestures that completely threw her off. Rhea blinked in confusion. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “You’re gay?!” “Me? Gay? Uh, no, darling. I’m a woman, obviously,” he shot back with sass while rolling his eyes dramatically. Confirmed, she thought grimly. He’s definitely part of the rainbow community. Before she could say another word, the door burst open with a loud bang. An elderly man entered the room holding a knife, followed by a woman who struck a dramatic Darna pose with one hand raised and the other resting on her waist.

I rested my back against the door and watched as horny teenagers fucked and ate each other's faces. “Gross,” A voice said from behind me, I turned around to see a blond guy with grey eyes, staring down at me. He was fucking tall, but not as tall as Ralph, his eyes pierced into my soul and I found it hard to look away. “Do you want to talk?” He said in a whisper, pointing towards a room door. Seems like he is gay, and he is my fucking type. “Yes, I would love that,” I chuckled, taking his hands into mine.

“Are you serious?” “Yes. They’re already writing our story. We have to reclaim it.” Sarah started. “That’s bold. Risky.” Nathan nodded. “So is loving someone the world wants you to hate.” Ethan sat down, suddenly exhausted. “Who would even talk to us without trying to make it worse?” “I know someone,” Sarah said quietly. “A friend from college. She works with an independent LGBTQ+ outlet. She’ll ask tough questions, but she won’t twist the story.”

Milo flushed scarlet, sputtering, “Ethan! D-don't say things like that—I’m a man—You think that, but you’ve never even been to a gay bar or looked at guys on a dating app.” “I’ve played with and against hundreds of guys for as long as I can remember,” Ethan countered smoothly, “and they’re all about as attractive as a frozen side of beef.” Milo sputtered again, still protesting, but Ethan leaned in, eyes gleaming. “If I let you show me this app, will you call me your boyfriend now?”