Day Five

 

Paris, France

 

 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Bentley smirked as he heard Frankie rushing to catch up with him. “Uh, I’m going back to the hotel…”

“Vato. No.” Frankie jumped in front of Bentley’s path, and Bentley stared at him like he’d officially lost his marbles. He was 5’5”, maybe. Bentley could step over him if he wanted to. “There will be no running back to the hotel tonight. We’re going to party at the best nightclub this city has to offer. We’re in fucking Paris. Now, bring your ass on.”

Bentley lowered his headphones and looked back at the group waiting. Gary Lipton and Jimmy – the other freestyle riders on tour with them, chatted up a few ladies who Bentley assumed were taking them to this nightclub. Then there were Sean and Collin who stood off to the side, skateboards in hand, looking as dazed and confused and high as they normally did. While the group had been getting along well so far during the trip, Bentley wasn’t interested in going to party with everyone. He had plans of his own.

“I would, but I –”

“You’re married,” Frankie finished for him. “I know.”

Bentley smiled. “We left L.A. five days ago and I’ve barely gotten to talk to Kit. We have the time to tonight. I’m not going to miss that to go watch you guys dry hump a bunch of girls you can’t even understand.”

Frankie grinned at the thought.

“Maybe I’ll party with you guys when we go to Barcelona, but right now, you’re making me late.”

“Whatever, vato. I’ll see you at the skatepark tomorrow, I guess.”

“Yeah.” Bentley slapped five with Frankie and the two headed their separate ways. He jogged the short distance and boarded the tour bus. The Red Bull staff weren’t surprised to see he was the only one heading back to the hotel right now, and as Bentley sat next to one of the cameramen, he wondered if they thought he was a big loser. His nights after the freestyle performances and meet and greets usually resulted in him heading right back to the hotel. He and Kit would exchange texts, but it was hard with the time difference. Kit would be in class, or working, and Bentley would be exhausted after the traveling or performing. He’d end up doing a little research on his phone or laptop … information that he’d need when he got back, and maybe if he were lucky, he’d get a nice five-minute phone conversation with Kit before he called it a night.

Tonight was going to be different.

It was a little after noon on a Sunday back in Los Angeles. Kit was at home with his father. He had nothing to do, and neither did Bentley. They were going to video chat for the first time since Bentley landed at the airport in Berlin. He couldn’t wait to see Kit again. They had a lot of catching up to do.

The ride back to the hotel was quick, and Bentley was grateful. They walked inside, and Bentley had a short chat with his handler about what time to get ready the following day for their film session all before he headed to his room. Kit texted him to let him know that he’d be available to chat around 1:30 L.A. time, and that was more than enough time for Bentley to shower and make himself look presentable.

He combed his hair back but ended up throwing a Lakers cap over it anyway. He put in this new earring he’d bought while out shopping with the guys, shaved his face, and headed back into the bedroom. There was still twenty minutes before Kit would be ready. Bentley decided to grab his laptop and have another research session. He’d covered all the terminology he felt he needed to know: top, bottom, versatile, cub, otter, bear, bear chaser, daddy chaser, dom, sub – the list went on. He watched videos of guys tea bagging and rimming and giving head. He read about how nipples can be just as important in the foreplay arena and even tested it out on himself. Right now, he wanted to do some research on fingering.

Bentley knew the more lube, the better, and he looked up the best stuff to buy. It wasn’t that he was expecting to get back to L.A. and have wild, mind-blowing sex with Kit. The most they’d done was a little over-the-clothing touching and rubbing, and fuck was that amazing. But, Bentley just wanted to be prepared if the occasion arose. He was still intent on proving himself to Kit, and if that meant they waited for months before going all the way, that’s what he was willing to do.

However, it didn’t hurt to be educated.

Bentley Googled for a few minutes until he found an interesting enough article about prostate massaging. It mentioned all the basics; cleanliness, how to find the prostate, etc., and Bentley considered trying it on himself just as the call from Kit came through on his Skype app. Bentley smiled, closing the tab and immediately accepting the call. He pulled at the brim of his cap and smiled as the image of Kit popped up on screen.

“Hey there,” Kit purred, sweeping his platinum blond locks away from his eyes.

He had an equally wide grin on his face, and it made Bentley feel less whipped for being as ecstatic as he was right now.

“Damn. Shirtless. You play dirty.”

Bentley smiled at him. Kit was wearing that muscle tank again. Bentley was a big fan of that muscle tank. “Hi, beautiful.”

“How are you? You look incredible,” Kit continued. He was seated at the desk in his bedroom, and behind him were a bunch of clothes sprawled over the bed. 

“Thank you. What’s with the clothes back there?”

Kit glanced back. “Ah. The fashion club is doing a clothing drive, and I wanted to donate a few of the things I brought from Ohio but won’t be able to wear here.” Kit smiled at him and leaned in close to the camera. “Is that a new earring?”

Bentley grinned. “What do you think? It’s a tenth karat black diamond, and there’s fourteen karat black gold around it.”

Kit began to nod his head. “It’s giving me badboy vibes. I’m into it.”

“Are you?”

Kit winked, and then they both laughed. Bentley felt like he was vibrating he was so happy. He pushed the laptop back so Kit could see a little more of him, then demanded Kit tell him everything going on with school.

“Same ol’, honestly. Now that all the craziness of Homecoming week is out of the way, we have to get ready for midterms. I’ve signed up as a math tutor, and I’ve been working hard on this psychology paper. Donny is super understanding and lets me study at work, though he told me that if I need to, I can only pick up shifts when classes are out for holidays or vacations. I think it’s because he knows I’m dating one of his favorite people.”

Bentley smiled. “I’m proud of you. You could be slacking off and partying but you’re so ambitious. It’s a turn on.”

Kit scoffed. “What doesn’t turn you on, Bentley?”

“I’m just saying.”

“I also have to find time to go pickup fabric and begin taking my designs from the page to reality. We got a date for November 19th,” Kit said, bouncing with excitement. “My runway model is a busy guy, but I hope he can still do it…”

Bentley grinned as he caught on. “There’s no way I’m not modeling for you, Kit. What’d you design?”

“That’s why you’re my favorite. I’ve got this sleeveless denim jacket going,” Kit said. “It’s pretty cool. And a few other designs. We can look over my sketches when you get back. But… tell me how Paris is so far? I want to go there sooooo badly.”

“You will.” Bentley stared at him on screen, wishing he could reach out and kiss him. Stupid distance. “Can’t wait to see what you’ve designed, baby. Paris is cool, though. We rode at the Mappemonde Bowl today. There was a good turnout. Fans enjoyed themselves. I had a lot of fun.”

Kit smiled. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks. I know I complained a lot at first because I felt a little homesick, but I’m grateful for this opportunity. I’ve been building my brand.”

The tour stops left on this trip were London, Prague, Serville, and finally they’d spend a few days filming something epic in Barcelona. While the other guys would be able to go home from there, Bentley would head to Toronto for a competition. First place was $15,000 and some free gear from WeThePeople. He needed that. He and Frankie were talking about getting a place in Santa Monica, and Bentley wanted to make all the bank he could right now. His next competition wouldn’t be until January, and while Bentley would like to think he wouldn’t blow thousands of dollars by then, he wanted a car, and a four-wheel ATV, and he had a hot boyfriend to spoil. He couldn’t be certain.

“That’s exactly what you’ve been doing,” Kit said. “I was hanging out with Jonah and his girlfriend the other day and we saw this blog post someone wrote about you when you visited Berlin. They posted video of your stunts at the park, and said you were amazing at the meet and greet. Even posted some Snapchat selfies you took. It made me feel good knowing that is the guy I get to call my boyfriend. You’re doing what you love and you’re staying humble and I couldn’t be prouder.”

Bentley blushed. The people in Berlin were the best. He was happy to get his name out there. “You’re keeping tabs on me while I’m away, huh?”

Kit playfully rolled his eyes. “I guess you’ve made me into a BMX fan.”

“Well, only if I’m the only guy you stan.”

“You and Frankie.”

“Just me.”

Kit smiled. “Fine. Only because you’re cute and you have a nice butt.”

“Thanks.” Bentley smiled. He watched Kit turn away and start to gather the clothes on his bed and bag them. “So what’re your plans for today?”

Kit continued working as he answered. “Dad and I are going out for dinner tonight. He said to tell you hey, by the way.”

“Hey, Pops.”

“We’re going to try this new Korean place. His idea. He’s paying.”

Bentley smiled. “Sounds like fun.”

“What about you?” Kit questioned. He dragged the bag across the floor before returning. “It’s what? Almost 11 there. Are you going to think about me?”

Bentley nodded. “You fucking know it. That’s all I do.”

Kit hummed, getting comfortable as if it were story time. “I’m listening…”

Bentley chuckled, but eventually he grew more serious. “I’ve been… I’ve been doing some research in my spare time.”

Kit seemed interested. He urged him to continue. “Go on…”

“Do you finger yourself?” 

The question obviously threw Kit for a loop. His eyes focused on the screen and he slowly licked his lips. “Is that what you’ve been studying?”

Bentley slowly smiled. “Answer me, gorgeous.”

“…I have before. Now, I’m more of a massage around the rim or play with my nuts while I jerk off kinda guy.”

Bentley took in the information with a nod. “Do you not like it?”

“It’s … I like it. Trust me. It’s just easier to get myself off when I touch my cock. Anal play with just my fingers takes a lot more. And remember, Paulie wanted me to focus on him, but he didn’t give me any of that.”

Bentley couldn’t wait to change that. “I’ve been studying, Kit. I’m going to imagine myself fingering you until you beg for my cock. That’s what I’m going to think about when I touch myself tonight.”

Kit’s eyes darkened as he listened. He crossed one leg over the other and licked his lips. “Oh, really?”

“I want you to know; I’m a man who likes to perfect his craft. So when the time comes, you’ll be begging me for more. That’s a promise.”

“Big talk for a guy who’s just learning, Benny…”

“This big talk has you thinking about touching yourself, doesn’t it?”

Kit began to smile. He sat back in the chair and started at Bentley on screen, but didn’t admit anything.

Bentley turned his cap backwards. “Let’s talk about where we’re going when I get back.”

The change of topic made Kit laugh. “Wow. Way to switch it up on me.”

“I think we should do something chill. Maybe go hiking.”

“Eh. I think you should show me those baby pictures I was promised.”

Bentley collapsed backwards and sighed dramatically. “I thought you’d forgotten about that.”

“Never. A deal is a deal.”

“A deal you cheated on?”

“Not my fault you were weak, Benny. That’s not my fault.”

Bentley laughed even though he didn’t want to. He wanted to be firm and tell Kit he was a cheating cheat-face for his cheating at the arcade, but he couldn’t put up the façade. Instead, he turned over on his side and looked lovingly at the camera. “Fine. When I get back, we can hang out in Santa Barbara and go through my old photo albums. But I get an hour of cuddle time.”

Kit nodded. “That’s doable. Deal.”

That was easy. “Make it two hours.”

“Too late. We agreed on an hour.”

Bentley smiled. He couldn’t wait to be back.

“Soooo, can we finish talking about all the research you’ve been doing?” Kit asked, ironically with an angelic smile.

Bentley brushed him off. “You’ll know more when the time comes.”

Kit bit his lip.

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Day Nine

 

Los Angeles, California

 

“Do you think I can have the room for a couple hours this afternoon?” Noah asked. Kit took the seat beside him in their English class. “I usually wouldn’t ask last minute but my girl just said she could come over.”

“You usually wouldn’t ask last minute,” Kit repeated. “Isn’t that what you said when you had some random sleeping on our dorm room floor?”

Noah laughed as he pulled out his notebook. “Hey. You should be thanking me. You’re all goo-goo eyed over that random now.”

“You can use the room. I’ll be tutoring this evening anyway.”

As they talked, Abel entered the lecture hall and headed directly towards them like a man on a mission. Kit wasn’t expecting him to – the pair hadn’t really spoken for a couple weeks now – probably since he declined Abel’s offer to go out on a real date.  They were still friendly, they just didn’t have elaborate conversations.

Abel seemed intent on changing that now.

“Hey. Are you involved with Bentley Williams?”

Noah looked up. Kit stared at Abel trying to figure out how he knew that and why he was asking. He and Bentley had displayed PDA around campus, but it seemed to stay quiet. Was it starting to spread now?

“Why do you ask?”

Abel opened his mouth to respond, but said nothing . He pulled out his cell phone and handed it over to Kit instead. Kit glanced back to Noah, obviously confused.

“I’m in this group on Facebook called LGBTQ Social,” Abel began. “Someone posted this article in the group this morning. It’s about Bentley, and it has a picture of the two of you…”

Noah really perked up now. He move in close to see the screen. “What?”

Kit stared down at the headline and felt his blood go cold.

 

BENTLEY WILLIAMS: OVERNIGHT BMX SENSATION AND CLOSETED GAY

By: Alex Kim

If you’ve been on the internet over the past few weeks, you’ve probably heard of or seen Bentley Williams; the fresh-faced 19-year-old from Southern California. Girls have been going bonkers over this guy, and people have been expecting modeling agencies to beat down his door. If you haven’t seen him, have a look.

Kit scrolled over the picture as Noah looked over his shoulder. The picture was taken from Bentley’s Facebook page – a photo of him in a white pair of board shorts beside a Mickey Mouse surfboard. He was smiling and holding up the ‘cowabunga’ sign.

Bentley recently came in 1st place in the Juno Games – a BMX competition that his father won 15 years before him. He then signed with Red Bull and got the opportunity of a lifetime to tour with their extreme sports team overseas. He’s quickly becoming the guy to watch out for, and kids all over the country are mimicking his moves.

Question is: do you want your kids looking up to this guy?

I had the pleasure of attending the Red Bull Mansion Pool Party with Bentley and a guy he introduced as a friend of his. They posed for a casual picture before going to enjoy the party.

The broing out picture Alex took of them was inserted. Kit scrolled past it to continue reading.

At the party, Bentley posed for countless selfies with beautiful young women. He then spent a majority of the night talking to them before disappearing with his “friend.” That’s when the below pictures were captured.

There were two pictures of Bentley and Kit from inside the mansion. While you couldn’t make out their faces, you could clearly see the matching outfits and the position they were in. In one, Kit clutched Bentley’s shoulder as Bentley’s hand snuck up his leg, and in the other, they continued to make out; Kit’s back almost hitting the couch.

His boyfriend was just outed to the world. 

Kit had no idea how his heart hadn’t stopped.

Bentley Williams may be a talented rider, but he’s also a fraud. This is not the type of person we want our kids to look up to. This isn’t the type of person that deserves the praise he’s been getting. If you can’t be honest with yourself, Bentley, then you can’t be honest with your fans.

“What the fuck?” Noah whispered. He snatched the phone away and continued to scroll. Kit only sat there staring at his desk as Noah’s anger grew. “Can someone do this? Can they just post these pictures? This is bullshit!”

Their classmates were starting to look towards the commotion. Kit wished he could just wake up and all of this would’ve been a really shitty dream. He couldn’t believe that Alex guy would go out of his way to write an article painting Bentley as some villain. Even if Bentley had been sneaking around with guys, who gave that asshole the right to expose his privacy?

Kit needed to go now.

“I’m leaving.” He stood up and grabbed his things. Noah started to follow him, but Kit shook his head. “Stay. Take notes for us.”

“I’m not letting you be alone right now.” Noah handed the phone over to Abel. Abel looked like he didn’t know what to do.

“Thanks for letting me know,” Kit told him. “But I promise you it’s the furthest thing from the truth. Bentley and I have been dating for a little while now. I’m the one who told him to wait before coming out. He’s a great guy.”

Abel nodded. “I’m sorry this even happened. I’m here if you need me.”

Noah rolled his eyes, urging Kit to walk away.

Kit needed to talk to Bentley now.

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“I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but… I miss shitty Rancho Dominguez. I can’t wait to go home.”

Bentley and Frankie watched the skaters as they filmed. Gary Lipton would be up next, and he sat a few feet away from them on his bike. Bentley could understand what Frankie meant. It was definitely a blessing getting to travel like this, but he couldn’t wait to be back in Carson trying to convince Mr. Edwards to let him have one of his Heinekens. He missed California more than he could express.

“At least you guys get to leave in a couple days. I’m heading to fucking Canada.” Bentley kicked at a pebble and shook his head. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t get to see Kit soon. “I don’t know if I’ll ever do a tour this long again. It was way too much.”

“At least you’re getting to compete in that competition,” Gary said. He was usually quiet until it was time to bust Bentley’s balls about something. “I would’ve killed to participate in X-Jam. You’re a newbie and they hand you an entry.”

“The guy did just beat the both of us in the Juno Games,” Frankie reminded him. Bentley smirked at the way Gary waved him off.

He was grateful for the opportunity to compete, but it didn’t change the fact that he’d be just as grateful – maybe even more grateful to go home and see his loved ones. As if on cue, his phone began to ring. Bentley was shocked when he looked down and saw Kit’s picture on the screen. Kit never called in the middle of the day like this. He was usually in class around this time.

“I’ll be back.” Bentley stood up, leaving his gear with the others before walking towards the beautiful river. He smiled as he answered.

“Hey, beautiful. How are –”

“Benny? Do you have a moment?”

Kit sounded frantic. It automatically made Bentley’s antennas raise. He nodded as if he could be seen before answering.

“For you? Of course, baby. Is everything okay?”

A moment of hesitation, and then an answer. “No. Not really.”

Bentley closed his eyes. He didn’t want to assume anything, but his mind was going to some pretty dark places. Had someone messed with him? Was he being harassed at UCLA like he’d been in Junction. “Talk to me. I’m here.”

Kit exhaled. “I’m sorry to call like this, but there was an article. About you… and they put pictures from the party… I think it was Alex, he must’ve seen us and … they’re calling you closeted –”

“Christopher, baby,” Bentley said, trying to piece together what was being said and relax his boyfriend at the same time. He looked around the city as he began to pace. “Take your time. What article?”

He could hear Noah’s voice in the background – his friend sounded pissed the fuck off. Kit hushed him before continuing. “Do you remember Alex from the Red Bull party? He worked with BMX Union blog and asked the both of us to take a picture together?”

Bentley nodded. “The guy who wanted to dance with you? I remember him. What happened?”

Kit continued, “There was this article written on the blog. Abel – he came up to me in English this afternoon, and he said that he’d found the article in an LGBTQ group he’s in on Facebook.”

Bentley closed his eyes. Fuck.

“It’s published on some clickbait site, but Alex is the one who wrote it. It talks about you being a ‘closeted gay’ and has pictures of us when we were alone in the room at that party… making out. He fucking outed you, Bentley. This isn’t fair. I …” he trailed off, and Bentley felt his blood boiling when he could tell that Kit was beginning to cry. “I never wanted this to happen to you. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Bentley could see both Frankie and Gary riding over to where he was pacing. He focused on Kit as he replied. “You have no reason to be sorry. If anything, I should’ve thought again before dragging you to that room –”

“No,” Kit said. “You shouldn’t have been outed regardless of where we were –”

“I know that.” Bentley took a deep breath. “Listen, I need you to do three things for me. Ready?”

Kit sniffled a bit before answering. “Yes.”

“First, I need you to stop crying. I wish I was there to hold you, but I’m not, and knowing that you feel so broken right now is going to kill me inside.”

Kit took a moment to answer, but eventually there was a mumbled “Okay,” that sounded on the other end of the phone.

“Next, I need you to know that I’m going to fix this. He’s going to get his.”

Frankie and Gary stared at Bentley curiously. He shook his head, trying to tell them it was okay, but they could probably guess otherwise.

“I just don’t want you to do anything stupid, Benny.”

“I won’t.” Bentley licked his lips. “The last thing I need is for you to link me to this article. I’m sure the media or even fans will ask me about it as soon as it circulates so… I’m going to need to know what the bastard said.”

“I’ll send it to you,” Kit said. “And I’m sorry for freaking out. I just… I know what I’ve been through being out and proud back home. I do not want people to drag you through the mud because we’re together. It’s not a good feeling.”

Bentley had a feeling his boyfriend was going to try to take responsibility for the aftermath of this. He wasn’t going to let him. He didn’t blame Kit for his attraction to him, or for anything else. They were together because they wanted to be together. “I’ll handle this, Kitten. Just send me the link.”

“Okay.”

“And tell Noah to calm down back there.”

Kit laughed a little, and it was music to Bentley’s ears. “I’m trying. …I miss you so much, Benny.”

Bentley smiled. “I miss you too, baby. See you before you know it.”

Frankie and Gary made disgusted faces and Bentley gave them the finger. He hung up from the call, shortly after letting out a loud expletive that caused some of the bystanders to glance in his direction. Gary started to laugh.

“What happened? Did you realize that you’re never going to be half the man your dad was?”

Bentley glared at him. “Choke on a nut sack, Lipton.”

Frankie smirked. “Come on, vato. You’re over here pacing back and forth like a meth head. What’s up with you?”

When Bentley’s phone buzzed from a text message, he immediately opened the article Kit sent. It was on a clickbait gossip site, just like his boyfriend informed him, and the thought of this Alex asshole exposing their private moments like that for the world to see just so his piece of shit website could get some hits was enough to make Bentley want to handle him man-to-man.

“This is what’s up.”

Frankie accepted the phone and began to read the article. His eyes went wide, as did Gary’s as he looked on over his shoulder. They scrolled down and Bentley began to pace again.

“What the fuck?” Gary said. “Dude. That’s not cool.”

Bentley turned to him. “I know. I –”

“You wore matching outfits? If I would’ve seen you at the party, I would’ve let you have it.”

Frankie nudged him in the side. “Bro. He was just outed to the world on a sleazy website. This is serious.”

Bentley let go a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “I think what’s killing me the most is that I’m not with Kit right now. We should be together right now.”

Gary sat back on his bike and nodded. “You know what you have to do right?”

Frankie handed the phone back over.

“Besides find Alex Kim and punch his face in?”

“That’s what you shouldn’t do,” Gary responded. “If there’s a shred of dignity in the journalism world at all, he’ll be blacklisted before the day is over back home.”

Frankie shrugged. “That’s a strong if.”

“What you need to do is respond to that right now. And I mean now, before it spreads, and before people think it’s true…” Gary trailed off when one of the Red Bull staff called him over. “I’ve gotta go film now. Don’t get used to me being nice to you. You’re still a piece of shit.”

Frankie and Bentley watched him pedal off. “He’s right, vato. Those who are important to you know that you guys have been together, and we know you weren’t hiding anything. You should say something now.”

Bentley opened his phone. “Yeah.”

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Bentley Williams shared 4 photos in the album Family.

Bentley Williams is feeling loved.

Loved, frustrated, pissed off. All three. But mostly loved.

So, I’m on tour in the middle of Spain right now. I’m doing what I love with a really amazing group of people by my side. This opportunity was a dream come true and by no means easy. I had several people in my corner reminding me that if I want something, I have to work for it. They remind me that quitting isn’t an option, and because of them, I’m in Europe sharing my love for Freestyle BMX with the world. Those people are included in the pictures below.

Bentley shared four photos: one was a group shot of him with Ariel, Mikey, Noah, Jonah, Kit, Matthew, Aunt Pam, and Uncle Don after his Juno Game win. The second was a selfie he took of him and Uncle Don at the gym training before one of his events. The third was from brunch the other day; he and Kit with their parents – one of the wait staff was polite enough to snap a picture for them, and the final picture was of him and Kit alone, Kit wearing a cheesy grin as Bentley kissed his cheek. It was taken on their last late night stroll around campus together, and Bentley had wanted to post it when he did his official ‘coming out’ announcement. Alex allowed that announcement to be earlier than they’d planned.

But that was alright.

As you can see, I have a great group of people that support me. It was hard at first, but I have them. The best part is; they don’t just support me as a bike rider, they support me as a son, brother, friend, and as a man who has decided that a label will never define him.

Alex Kim can write an article declaring me as “A CLOSETED GAY” and a bad role model for children all over the world, but at the end of the day, that doesn’t change the fact that those who are closest to me know who I am. I’m Bentley Williams. I love riding BMX. I throw pineapples on my pizza because I have phenomenal taste. I desperately want a tattoo sleeve but I’m deathly afraid of needles. I also happen to be crazy about the gorgeous, talented, brilliant, kindhearted, sarcastic, and fashionable Kit Edwards, and guess what? When this tour ends, and I’m back in Los Angeles, I’m kissing the living daylights out of that man.

The next part is for you, Alex. You see, you wrote this article to make me look bad to the world because I’d been hiding, right? But as you can see from the above pictures, the people I care for most know exactly who I am. They support me and my relationship regardless. Just because I didn’t tell you doesn’t mean that I’m a coward. Kit and I would’ve invited you into our lives when the time was right. Now that you’ve dragged us out and removed any privacy we were entitled to with your bullshit, clickbait article, I hope Karma finds you and fucks you raw. Congratulations on showing the world what a lowlife scum you are.

To everyone else: if you believe down in your heart that me falling for a guy makes me a terrible person, then fuck you. That’s all. We can’t help who we fall for, and if I could, I’d still choose him.

Thank you for the love. Thank you for the support. This is new for me, and this is new for Kit. All we ask for is respect, and it’ll definitely be returned.

I have to go ride now. Peace.

-Benny