“How are you going to explain your way out of that one, babe?” I asked softly.
“I heard Mom and Dad talking. Is this guy your boyfriend, Wills?”
“Well, he’s a boy, and he’s my friend, so I guess, yeah, you could say he’s my boyfriend.”
I was starting to wonder if any of the Mathesons would approve of me dating their son/brother. “That’s a roundabout way of putting it, if ever I heard one,” I murmured.
“Well, that fucking sucks.” JR scowled, and I felt as if I’d been sucker punched, but then he asked, “How come you can have a boyfriend, but I can’t have a Prince Albert?”
“Two totally different sets of circumstances, Jar.”
“They both involve dicks.”
“Do you really want your dick pierced?” I asked him. Charlemagne had a Prince Albert, and while it had been an interesting experience, the sight of that metal in Chuck’s dick had thrown me off.
“N-no. It’s just…I’m fifteen, and they treat me like a kid. All my friends have body piercings.”