"Shows how little they really know about me and how petty their hating is," Romeo replied because he wasn't going to let shit like this bring him down. "Sure, I've slept with my share of fleeting hook-ups but what they don't know is that most of them have been friends or colleagues with the mutual goal of just having a bit of fun. Sex is a good way to keep the body fluid for performances. It releases the good endorphins and it's healthier for me than opening that small trickle that turns into a fucking tsunami of obsessive exercising. They don't even come into my choice of dating you whatso-fucking-ever. You are my sole consideration for that and you know what? It pisses me off that they truly believe they're that super special to even be a factor in the decision of my love life. And they call me fucking arrogant and full of myself. If I wanted to, I could have chosen to fuck every single guy in the Footloose ensemble to screw with them but I actually have a life of my own and don't care what they do or don't think."

He had gone huffy, and the bitchy wasn't far off. "I don't want to talk about how they feel anymore. Fuck them. You can deal with your friendship choices, but it's not dragging me down. Jesus fucking christ..." he said quickly through a sharp exhalation when he suddenly had Winston's mouth around his dick. His fingers automatically threading in through Winston's hair, a gesture of encouragement. "Mmm, you want me to try to keep thinking while you're doing this, huh? Hospitalised and spent time in a rehab clinic. It was a rude enough shock to shove me onto the straight and narrow... fuck, don't stop..."