2 for 1 special (Homosexual Thots)

Fruitcakes at iHop

After Trent has put more clothes on and Damon has taken his regularly scheduled morning shit, the twinks get into Trent's car and drive to iHop.

Once seated, Damon flips through the menu excitedly, kicking his feet and twirling his hair.

He can't stop looking over at his beautiful black haired man. "You're looking so lovely today, Trent." He thinks back to last night, when he first saw the man performing at his favorite bar. Moaning and stroking his mic stand. The things Damon wished this man would do to him. He's still disappointed all they did was kiss and cuddle last night. But he has a feeling the wait will make the Big Event even better.

"I know." Trent says, batting his eyelashes at Damon. He slowly drags his tongue across his top lip. "Now listen, we've got to keep this little thing a secret, alright? I have enough of a reputation as it is."

Damon raises an eyebrow. "Wot do you mean 'reputation'?"

Trent sighs, leaning forward and talking quietly. "People already think I'm a fruitcake. A fairy. A pansy. A little manlover. Alright? They just don't understand. I love men who look like girls." He slides his hand across the table and places it over Damon's.

Damon clears his throat and whispers, "Ah you'h sayin I...look like a girl?"

"Yo'r a pretty little twink, Damon. Could pass for a lesbian if you wanted. Not with that voice, though."

"Oh ok." Damon replies.

Trent leans further across the table, about to kiss Damon when the waitress walks over.

"...Hello." She says homophobically. "Have you two decided what you'd like?"

Trent immediately sits back into his seat and flexes his arms to look manly. "Ah, yes, I'll have the chocolate chip pancakes, and this fruitcake," He points at Damon, "Will have the strawberry pancakes. And a coffee for each of us."

The waitress quickly writes down their order and nods. "Alright, I'll be right back with that coffee." She says as she turns and walks towards the kitchen.