Quentin’s brow came together. “Are you calling me a liar, Wyman?” “I’m saying the story doesn’t add up. Eric was sucking off a bunch
 
 of straight guys against their will? How does that work? If some guy put
 
 your dick in his mouth, would you get hard?”
 
 “A mouth is a mouth,” one of the brothers shouted with a cackle. “Just put a wig on the faggot,” another said. “Or a paper bag with a
 
 hole in it.”
 
 Tim ignored them, still holding Quentin’s glare. “Well, would you
 
 get hard?”
 
 “Hell no!” Quentin snarled.
 
 “There you go. The story is bullshit, so stop bad-mouthing him.” Face red, Quentin stared long and hard at Tim before he spoke.
 
 “You’re lucky I’m your Big. Now get back out there and finish the list.” “Fine.”
 
 “Hey,” Quentin called after him.
 
 Tim turned around. “Yeah?”
 
 “Good job getting the queer’s money.”
 
 Tim shook his head and left, the chorus of laughter drowned out by
 
 the drumming in his ears. What an asshole! What sucked most is that
 
 Quentin could be so cool. He had sponsored Tim during the rush, acting
 
 as his Big. This meant he helped Tim, his Little, get through and avoid
 
 the early pitfalls new brothers are tricked into. Quentin did it mostly
 
 because Tim was a legacy, but he could be a warm and protective guy. Except, apparently, when it came to this. Tim wanted to believe that Quentin was only harping on Eric because he had been kicked out, but
 
 the homophobic slurs were impossible to ignore.
 
 Quentin had met Eric once and seen how nice he was, which made
 
 Tim even angrier. He couldn’t tolerate ignorance like that. Not since
 
 Ben. What if Quentin had been talking about Ben just now? Or Travis,
 
 who had overheard everything and was no doubt freaking out. Tim hurried back to their room, which was empty, then checked out
 
 the rest of the house. Only when Tim walked out into the yard did he
 
 spot Travis sitting morosely on the curb.
 
 “People talk shit,” Tim said, standing behind him. “It comes with the
 
 territory.”
 
 Travis didn’t respond.
 
 Tim’s patience exhausted, he left to get the car. Then he took Travis