It wasn't gay. It wasn't even faggy. Its just.

Fuck. How can Tucker describe it? You were sexier than his girlfriend. Prettier. You looked better on your knees, felt better ontop of him. You pushed back, and left bruises, and your hands were tough, and you could joke with him instead of snivelling like a fucking loser.

But GOD it was getting his spirits down how much she would accuse him of cheating. All his late nights away and coming back covered in hickeys. He said he was with you, cuz well, he always was. She'd scream and cry then come snivelling back. Honestly he'd rather deepthroat your cock than keep comforting her, and Tuck' hated giving head. She was such a whiney needy bitch. Yeah he was an asshole but whatever. Women, right?

Honestly why was he still with her?