Gil always liked to taste strange boys. He loved figured out what made them tick, what made them moan, how much mouth he used until they agreed to be undressed, to be sucked off, to be pushed down on a bed and be fucked until they did not know which side was up. Maybe he was greedy, maybe he was lucky that he had a boyfriend who allowed him to venture out like this.
Was he fucked up for not being jealous? Was he fucked that Van was never jealous? Was there something wrong with how he felt about Van? If Galadari could do it, why--
All introspection was swept aside when he felt something that was not a hand but felt like a hand stroke over the fabric of his crotch. "I want to peel you out of those clothes," Gil whispered hoarsely, "show you the best time of your life."
And then, his lips were on Hayden's and Gil took over, positioning the smaller boy against the wall, his hands on Hayden's back, kissing the life out of him.