"Oh, so it wasn't that liking dudes was illegal, they were just being assholes and thought you were bad PR. Typical," Damon summarized in a jaded tone.
When Steve brought up the issue of the position requiring relatability, Damon rolled his eyes. "Most people aren't as huge, blond, blue-eyed or nice as you either. But apparently," he groaned, "liking dudes is just too unrelatable. At least a cocksucker does a guy a favor," he concluded. Well, except Fenix or Santiago but that's a whole different story.
"Of course I mean it," Baird replied in a sharp, spitting retort, but he was immediately surrounded by the slightly larger man's limbs hugging him. He froze up for a second, ever since getting here I've gotten more hugs then ever. It's free-fuckin'-hugsville. Could be worse, but slowly his own brawny, muscled biceps wrapped their way around the slightly taller blond's torso. "No need to thank me, dude. Just looking at the fuckin' facts."
He took a breath as he felt the other man's arms warm his own body. His hands began to move up and down Steve's back. "If they kicked you out, its their loss," he continued bluntly. "Better get back to the zucchini... don't want it to burn," he grumbled.