Leslie

“I just want to hold you,” Adam said weakly, but Steve scoffed, turning his back. “Why would I ever share a bed with you? I might be gay, but I have standards.” Heart broken, Adam fell to his knees, feeling sick.
“But I love you,” he said, voice choked with tears, “I love you and I thought you loved me. You said you loved me.”
“Yeah,” Steve said, “But that doesn't mean I want you to hold me. Fairy.” He scoffed, cold.