Theo had always been liberal about his sexuality. After he discovered the wonderful acts of fornicating, he had always been at least somewhat experimental thereafter. Subsequent adventures of making out with both boys and girls when the opportunity was bestowed upon him was never kept exactly quiet, and he had been lucky enough to have friends who accepted these unusual adventures for a sixteen year old, or had the decency enough to pay little attention to it. Although he didn’t run around, waving a rainbow flag crying out his love for both cock and vagina, he was confident enough to slip it into a conversation when he had to.
The fact that Oliver was gay didn’t stun Theo. At the back of his mind, he’d always had some sort of inkling but rarely plied anything out of him. As forward as he was, he never wanted to be the cause of someone’s discomfort—not when it was as sensitive as the subject of sexuality was for others. Theo chuckled and pitched back slightly when the elbow jabbed into his ribs. The hand that had been clutching onto his drably broken chest now hovered over where Oliver’s elbow connected. He scoffed. “’Course not. But you know whenever mum is whispering around like she’s got some diabolical plans, I have to walk away.” He really had little patience for gossip and plenty of time to implement something hastier for his days.
His head nodded and he smiled. “Atta boy.” At his question, Theo shrugged and even laughed a bit. “Oh, you know it. But alas, I cannot make everyone happy.” Theo sighed heavily. “It just pains that they will never experience a better lover than I have been to them,” he said in evident jest. But then he switched gears, the seemingly contrite expression turning into something more playful. “But you know, now we’re able to give our love a chance!” Theo batted his eyelashes at him.