So, you still a Satanist?” Luci asked to change the topic.“Oh, your mother told you?” Dad sighed and shrugged. “I don’t really worship the devil if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s more of a philosophy. Why, you’re Christian, or something?”“I don’t think God would approve of my lifestyle, so I was looking the other way. Maybe it’s something I could get into, the Satanist thing.

He would accept: Ethan deserved whatever he asked for. Rob would lose his virginity in exchange for a lack of a criminal record. It wasn't the way he'd imagined it would happen with a hypothetical prime boy in college, but there was no way around it. Ethan had every right to hate him and it was time to pay

I don’t wanna say ‘I love you’, cause it’s been, like, two months since we met, but... I want you to know I’m falling for you more every day,” Ryan said quietly, without taking his eyes off Liam

Liam... You’re the best. You’re handsome, funny, patient with my fits, a fantastic cook. You taught me how to swim.” Ryan bit his lip, eyes focused on the shadowed face in front of him. “Like, if there was a zombie apocalypse, you’d save me and feed me.” He smiled. “I wouldn’t need some loser with a guitar that wouldn’t even work without electricity. I’d need a real man. The kind that runs into a burning building to save me.

The soft, minty mouth moved over his in tune with Derek’s hands, which pulled Ethan closer. “Your hair is so long and soft. It makes me think of Jesus.”What did one say to something like that? Ethan had no idea. “Is that a good thing in this context?

... he’s most probably in a closet so deep he’s, like, in Narnia.

We're gonna be the best ferret daddies!

You don't know what you're talking about. When you fall in love, even a kiss is mind-blowing. You don't fuck other people, because there's only one person you want to be close to. When he fucks me, it's like I give him a part of my soul," his words became quieter. "I'm not looking for other guys, and I don't wanna do it with anyone else.

Seth rubbed his nose against Dom’s shoe in a silent plea. The leather was so soft. So unlike Dom’s heart.

Domenico had that ‘look-at-me I’ve-got-money’ attitude about him. A proper nouveau riche. In combination with his pig-like table manners at home, it was a sight to behold.