"Oh please," Colton scoffed with a laugh. "You'd turn into a faggot in ten seconds if you ever got lucky enough to have your dick in my mouth."
He shook his feathery platinum hair out of his eyes and took another long pull from the roach, then pinched the end of it to put it out. In truth, he knew it was probably dangerous that he wasn't afraid of Justice, but on the other hand he wondered why he should care. He was trapped in this goddamned hotel and his life was passing by outside. He was sure his friends back in Austin had forgotten all about him, or they assumed he'd found some sugar daddy in California and dropped off the radar. No one would miss him if he died, he knew that even if he liked to fool himself into thinking it wasn't so. He was fun at parties, but with Shelly gone he had no real friends in his life to connect with.
He turned his back on the redneck, a faint snort of derisive laughter.