He hears the whisper. But he only responds with a small, cryptic smile.

Perhaps he's flattered; perhaps he thinks that Jay is just a sentimental boy. Or both.

He also feels Jay's gaze on him. And, being an entertainer, he can't help but want to give him an eyeful. So as he rakes his teeth over his bottom lip with a sighing moan, he deepens the roll of his hips, driving Jay's cock deeper into him. He arches his back as waves of warmth start to course up his spine and through his limbs, pressing his fingertips into Jay's skin.

This is what he does better than admit his feelings for anything or anyone.