Christophe doesn’t wear pants as often as he should when he’s over. I’m not complaining, but my dad’s gone and questioned this all a few dozen times too many. I’m running out of excuses.
im french. what other excuse do you need.
Trying to explain that just because I’m gay, you’re gay, and you’re sitting on my disheveled bed with your pants off, it doesn’t mean we did anything is completely difficult, especially when we have. He’s starting to not believe me and my lies.
then just tell him.












