Kei wishes he could forget the night he drunkenly made out with his male co-worker. He really does. But covering up the taste with mints and Golden Gaytime ice cream is doing nothing, and someday he’s going to have to figure out what his damn sexuality is.
This is a sequel to my story Cheap Beer and Ciggie Cheeks, but you don’t need to read that to understand this.
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