“You really giving me no credit?” I ask, getting a little bitchy.
“Credit for what? Fake dating?” He’s annoyed but so am I now.
“I came in your mouth,” I throw back.
“A mouth is a mouth. I don’t think that gives you credit.”
“I cannot believe you’re gatekeeping my bisexuality.” I shake my head. “And in case you forgot, I literally had your dick in my hand last night. I think making another man come counts as bisexual.”
He huffs, but he knows he can’t argue. “I didn’t forget.”
“I would fucking hope not!” I side-eye him.
“Your ego would probably never recover.”
I hold my middle finger pressed against his cheek. “I’m jacking off alone tonight.”
He glances over slyly. “You’d rather use your hand than my mouth.”
“I’d rather not be bullied for my newfound bisexuality!”
“Bullied?” Archangel shakes his head. “Unbelievable how you turned this around.”
“You’d think after all the bullying from your family, you’d be nicer.”
His mouth drops open. “You fucking asshole. Where do you think I learned it from?”
We’re both laughing.
“How do you feel about your grandad being cool with you being gay?”
He shakes his head. “I’m processing. I don’t know what to think about my parents telling him not to tell me either. I feel like I’d be a different person if I had any fucking support growing up.”
I put my hand on his thigh. “I love who you are. I don’t want you to change a thing, but I’m sorry you didn’t have that.”
“I’ve had you.” Angel puts his hand on top of mine. “And I love you for it too.”
“It does feel like they’ve been less homophobic in general this trip.”
He huffs out a breath. “It does feel a little like my whole family hates that I’m gay, but since they get you in the family, they’ll accept it. It’s fucking weird.”
“I am just that amazing.” I wink jokingly.
“I can’t believe you called me Wilder,” he says when we stop.
“I had to for the bit. I know you hate it.”
“I do.” He’s quiet. He’s always told me he doesn’t like it, but never why. Most of the guys don’t even know his first name. No one uses it anyway.
“Why don’t you like it?” I can’t believe it’s never come up. “You’ve never told me.”
“It’s my dad’s name.”
“And?” As far as I know, that’s a pretty common thing in the south.
“It’s just so oppressively straight and white.” He makes a face and shudders. “I don’t want people to think of me like that.”
“I like it.”
