"John, nice and easy," he said, eye moving over the boy's body, leering without any trace of embarrassment. It took a few long moments, before his eyes were back on John's face. "Now, just how easy are you, John?" he asked, smirking.
Brian decided that this was the worse part of not being in Pittsburgh. People in the gay community would know better. "Fuck that. Mr. Kinney is my abusive bastard of a father, may he rot in hell. You call me Brian, or whatever the fuck you like. I am very easy," he added with a smile, and loving that little blush on the boy's face. Even Justin hadn't blushed, but then fifteen minutes after meeting Justin, they'd been naked and fucking.