Trent cleared his throat as he picked up his black coffee. “Come, let’s get back to the shop.”
“What did I say? Why are you walking so fast?”
Trent slowed down. “I’m not.”
“So was he your boy toy... or were you his? Or was it a deep and delicious manlove turned sour? Oh, it was, wasn’t it? You were in love with him.”
“I don’t wish to discuss the matter.”
Jonathan hopped alongside Trent, keen as a puppy dog. “Sure you do. I bet you’ve never talked to anyone about it. You’re just waiting for some annoying little fag to c***k you open.”
Trent cringed. “Don’t use that word, please.”
“What, fag?” Jonathan laughed. “I am a fag. So what? I mean, look at me. I’m the faggiest!”
“Is that really something to be proud of?” Trent grumbled, though in truth he was glad the conversa
