"Fantastic."

"Fantastic." He blinks rapidly and adds. "No homo though."

It's true, you do look great. You've come a long way from the scrawny gay kid at the mercy of every bully. You've put in hours at the campus gym, and though you're not a muscle head jock, you've managed a lean swimmers build, nicely toned if you do say so yourself. It had mainly been to make it easier to meet guys on Grindr, but it would be a lie to say that your insecurities from your youth and you desire to never be bullied again hadn't been a factor.

"Thanks Jay. You don't look bad yourself." You pointedly don't add his 'no homo' tag and your not sure if it's that your the affectionate nick name that makes him grunt sourly. "How have you been since graduation?"

Jason's face grows tight at your words. "Alright. You know how it is, grinding away from that minimum wage."

"Not really." You respond, making a show of inspecting the junk food and candy on the racks of the store. "I'm finishing up law school, though I've been clerking for a judge on the weekends." You can't help but relish the way his face falls at that. God it's good to have the upper hand on him for once.

"Listen, about school..." He starts, and you wave him off, dismissively.

"Don't worry about it Jay. Hey do you have any of the six packs of cola?" Another sour grunt. He clearly isn't a fan of being blown off so easily by someone he used to beat up, but what can he do?

"In the back." He snaps, and you hum a response. You know exactly where the six packs of cola are, but as you slide behiend the rack, you have just enough cover to both see Jason, now fuming and glaring down at the magazine he had been reading when you came in, but to where he can't see you taking the Breeding Cock Ring out of your pocket.