Blinking up at his drowsy face, I ask, “So, what do you think? Feeling more gay now, or less?” He hums. “Definitely more.” I don’t know why, but I smile like that’s a good thing. It’s a good thing for me, I guess, since the gayer Tommy feels the more likely he is to keep wanting to waste time on me. “It was good?” “Crazy good. Wanna give you head again. Just give me a minute.” When I realize how wide I’m grinning, I suck my bottom lip into my mouth to rein myself in.
