Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 1

It's Friday night, exactly 8:52, PST, and I'm stuck here at some stupid youth group thing that my parents forced me to go to, because really, there's no way in hell that I would ever be here on my own free will. My parents had this great notion that this was the perfect place to meet new people, one with good morals and a good head on their back.

Excuse me, but I happen to think Jon and Ethan have excellent heads on their backs, thanks.

So yeah, thanks to my stupid parents, I can't spend one of the few nights that I can actually see Ethan (and have some pretty ridiculous hot sex on top of that) and instead, I have to sit here and watch these annoying kids play Twister, laughing and cheering like it's the most goddamn fun thing they have ever done in their entire, pathetic lives.

Just wait till you experience the wonders of sex, kiddies.

The only remotely good thing about the whole ordeal is the fact that one of the only fairly good-looking guys in the whole room was the one who suggested playing the game in the first place, and is now in a position that gives me a perfect view to his ass. And damn, does he ever have a nice ass. Not as nice as mine however, but then again, not too many people do.

So, right now I guess I'm pretty damn thankful he'd chosen this particular game.

However, even that doesn't make me any more happier to be here, with a bunch of church kids whose idea of fun is to bake cookies and play Twister on a Friday night. I'd much, much rather be with my vegan, dread-locked, artsy boyfriend of mine. The one that lives all the way downtown, a half an hour away from my house, and that I rarely ever get to see because of it. Because my parents are mean and won't buy me a car, and very rarely, let me borrow theirs.

Plus, it's getting harder and harder to come up with an excuse as to where I'm going every Friday and Saturday night to my parents. I mean, going to see my twenty-three year old boyfriend in his studio apartment downtown, where he fucks me senseless for a great percentage of the time, isn't exactly going to cut it.

So, really, as far as they're concerned, the only person I ever spend my time with is Jon. Which is almost accurate anyways, because besides them, I don't have any other friends (yes, sad, I know, you dont have to tell me).

And, okay, my parents know I'm gay, because I came out to them when I was thirteen. Well, not so much came out as them finding porn that I downloaded onto my computer. They took it surprisingly well actually, there was no yelling or throwing of objects, there wasn't even any crying from my mother about how she was never going to have grandchildren. However, just because they're accepting over the fact that I like it up the ass, doesn't mean in anyway, that they'd be accepting over me dating a guy seven years my senior.

Anyways, back to the current situation with me sitting on the couch, brooding over the fact that I'm stuck at this... thing, when the boy with the cute butt, pulls himself up from the exciting game of Twister and just plops down on the couch beside me. He doesn't waste his time before sending me a huge, almost way to sweet, grin and goes, "You should join in! It's fun!"

Of course, I don't reply, I just keep my eyes ahead of me, arms wrapped tightly around my legs, and chin plastered to my knees. I really can't be bothered, even if he does have a nice ass.

He apparently, doesn't get the hint though, and if he does, he doesn't give up, because not even a few seconds later he tries again. "You go to my school, don't you?"

This time, I turn my head a little to look at him, and frown. "I do?"

He lets out a warm chuckle. And, okay, he even has a cute laugh. "Yeah, I think so. I'm Ryan Ross."