“I’m not pushing anything,” Ainsley protested, but he had to admit he wasn’t sure if he was or not. He certainly didn’t want to be. “And I’m not trying to go too fast with my feelings. I just want to get to know him better and see what happens. I know he may not have feelings for me like I do for him, and if he doesn’t, I’ll live with it, but there’s nothing wrong with trying, right? I mean, with going for it and talking to him and asking him out and all that stuff?” He paused, nodding his agreement with that. “He’s dealt with teenagers being cunts. I don’t think he’s a cunt himself at all. He’s been made fun of for being gay a lot by people he thought were friends. I know I can be annoying, though. It wouldn’t even really be being a cunt if he thought I was. It would just kind of be true. Even Ange says I’m annoying sometimes, and she’s not a cunt at all.” Clint had been one of the first people Ainsley told when he lost his virginity, and Ange had been sure that Ainsley knew he didn’t have to fuck as many people as Clitty. “I don’t know,” he replied with a shrug. “He had a boyfriend before. I know that doesn’t mean he’s had sex, but he’s dated someone. And he’s gay.”

“I never said I didn’t jerk off over him,” Ainsley replied, shaking his head. “I just hadn’t thought as far as him dancing in tights, but now I have…” and as if to emphasize that point, he got a dreamy, faraway look in his eye for just a moment before coming back down to earth. “I don’t have a death wish. I just really like him. Dude, you’re like my big brother. And you have a boyfriend.”