@indiianbrave
What the fuck was he doing ? -- even he can’t explain his current infatuation with a RENT BOY. A boy, being the operative word. A knacker bearing, testosterone -ridden boy prozzie. He’d tried to stop himself at first, forcing his mind to block out those thoughts -- those NOT SAFE FOR WORK, puffy homoerotic thoughts. He laughed in the face of homosexuals, calling them bum bandits and FLUFF BOYS and whatever other homophobic nickname he could think of. His friends would laugh with him down the pub, CHRIS and RAYMONDO, looking up to their gov, crowning him king of THE LADS. But little did they know, the poor sods, that their king of the COP DCI was no better than those puff boys he spoke of. He was one of those gays, he was one of those PERVERTED penis poking plonkers. & it was a secret he was willing to keep hidden.
❛ I’ve been thinking about you, lad. ❜ He tries to keep it casual, expression never-telling just what he’s thinking. He doesn’t want to break. He doesn’t want to show his emotions, knowing he’d fall if he did. Gene Hunt was strong, he was a man’s man who coincidently liked MEN. A homophobic closeted homosexual, a scared police officer ... a conflicted sheriff. ❛ Especially when I’m alone in bed ... I’ve been thinking about the things you do to me. ❜ He isn’t GENE HUNT when he’s with Michael. He’s softer ... human, almost. Less of the misogynistic prick and more of an actual PERSON. ❛ Why do you make me feel like this ? I’m not a POOFTER. I’m not gay. ❜ Oh, it was the perfect EXPRESSION of denial.
