"Nah, I only like barebacking," was coming out of Clint's mouth. It was true, he had no filter, and he was also a sarcastic bastard with a dry sense of humour. He knew how quickly Lorenzo could go from long-suffering to full bitch-mode, so he held up his hands in surrender before he ended up with his cock slammed in a door. "Sorry, sorry. What are you glaring at me for anyway, Renzie? You're the one with Hep C, not me." Seeing as this was a huge expose all the things ever sesh going down here. This was weird for him. Every single thing since he had come back from his year deep undercover was weird, and he hadn't dealt with it all very well. For one, Lorenzo nearly completely pulled the plug on their relationship, related or not, when Clint struggled to come to terms with the fact he had a baby, and didn't know anything about babies. Clint was pretty sure he was getting better with all that, but he still had a long way to go. Then Jude went and got raped, he and Lincoln hooked up, Lewis got kidnapped and then they got hitched. Now Ange was pregnant with the baby of a gay dude. There was no other choice but to go with the flow.
He dropped into one of the free armchairs, making himself at home. "Whatever is said here can't go beyond these four walls. The trial is pending, and a kid's mental health and life depends on it being a success. He's one fucked up kid and none of us want him taking his life on our conscience for a fuck-up. I know people. I had some help in high places. I lured the cunt to a hotel room, told him I liked it rough and to do his worst. Before he did, I drugged him and planted shit on him. When he passed out, an ex-crim who owed a mate a favour came in and beat the shit out of me to make it look authentic. The cops were called, I was taken in for a rape kit and yeah... no, he wasn't Positive. I made sure someone else pulled some strings for me to check his path before I did it. There's one thing I fucking can't stand, it's rape, and hurting kids. This cunt did both, and hurt people I love. I wasn't just going to sit there and watch the case fail on technicalities like slut-shaming Jude or finger-pointing a mentally ill kid for being deluded and paranoid to poke holes in their testimony. So I removed the onus from Jude and Justin, and put it on me. Unlike them, I know how to work a jury."
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He dropped into one of the free armchairs, making himself at home. "Whatever is said here can't go beyond these four walls. The trial is pending, and a kid's mental health and life depends on it being a success. He's one fucked up kid and none of us want him taking his life on our conscience for a fuck-up. I know people. I had some help in high places. I lured the cunt to a hotel room, told him I liked it rough and to do his worst. Before he did, I drugged him and planted shit on him. When he passed out, an ex-crim who owed a mate a favour came in and beat the shit out of me to make it look authentic. The cops were called, I was taken in for a rape kit and yeah... no, he wasn't Positive. I made sure someone else pulled some strings for me to check his path before I did it. There's one thing I fucking can't stand, it's rape, and hurting kids. This cunt did both, and hurt people I love. I wasn't just going to sit there and watch the case fail on technicalities like slut-shaming Jude or finger-pointing a mentally ill kid for being deluded and paranoid to poke holes in their testimony. So I removed the onus from Jude and Justin, and put it on me. Unlike them, I know how to work a jury."