Carter couldn’t help but chuckle at the ‘gold-star gay’ comment. “You’re missing out, then.” Crossing his legs, he rested his elbows on his thighs and leaned forwards. “Girls…they’ve got curves, soft lips, all that shit.”
Mason rolls his eyes. “You’re wrong. I’m not missing out on anything.” He sat up from where he’d been lounging. “Guys have soft lips too, more hard edges though, muscles and bones, sometimes soft little tummies…”
Though he we probably regret the question as soon as it left him, he asked anyways. "How'd you figure it out? You know, that you'd rather kiss dudes?" Carter dropped his eyes, focusing on picking at the hole at the knees of his jeans than on the boy in front of him.
















