" Minutes later, the door flung wide and Ben drew in a ragged breath with a decent attempt to control his lungs. “All done? You cough for the nice lady?”
“Yeah, it was everything I hoped for and more. Where have you been?”
Ben hacked and then cleared his throat. “Art building.”
Art…? Ben really wasn’t the artsy type. “Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Cam leaned toward me and whisper-hissed, “It’s the gayness.”
Ben scowled at his brother. “Yes, all gays have an affinity for art. We lose control of our bodies and are pulled toward it like a tractor beam.”
Eyes of warm whiskey glittered up at me as Cam kicked his legs out, landing on the carpet. “Told ya. "

― Ashlan Thomas , The Silent Cries of a Magpie (Cove #1)