"Whatever," Ms. Warren scoffed, "You two can be gay all you want. I'm going to go let my husband pound my pussy."
Jon noted that she spoke with Steve's crudeness, but she still seemed to like men. Then it dawned on Jon. What if Steve had always been secretly gay? What if he just hid it behind his macho exterior? Now that he had traded that exterior to Ms. Warren, he had nothing to hide.
Jon looked back over at Steve, who held Jon tight in his arms. Jon had to admit that this felt good. The flirty personality Jon had gotten from his aunt was fighting his instinct to get out of there. He discretely put his hand in the front of Steve's bicycle shorts.
He whispered in Steve's ear, "Meet me later. After school. I can feel how excited you are, but you are just going to have to wait. Good things come to those who wait, you know?"
Steve shyly nodded and released his embrace.
Jon walked away relieved. He had managed to satisfy both urges, playing the flirty tease while getting himself out of there.
