"Are you serious?" asked Jon. "Because that sounded, I don't know...."
Pete was confused, or at least looked confused. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Jon."
"Look," said Jon. "You just finished telling me I can give you something masculine when you need it, and something feminine when you need it. Why should I be able to do that? You weren't talking about sex, or at least you were trying not to. So you're seriously trying to tell me that because of my anatomy, I can give you more tenderness and love. Do you realize how little sense that makes?"
"But I do feel that way!"
"Or you're just feeding me a line to get into my pants. Besides, since when do bisexuals say that they want a strong man to comfort them? I know enough to know that boys with different orientations act like boys, not like romance novel girls. I wish..." Jon stopped. The stone was in his pants. Did he want to end this now or see how it continued? And if he wanted to continue it, did he really want to stay with Pete? After all, whether Pete was being dishonest with him or not, surely learning to cope with that was part of being in a relationship, right?
