Two Vatos Locos Full of Carnalismo and Inamoratos

Chapter 14: The Static Speaks My Name, so Fuck That Noise

"Hey, Ryan!" Frank shouted from across the street. "Wanna make jesus cry?! This park is the best homosexual meeting spot in all of Chicago!"

Ryan waited for the crosswalk to say he could go, drink carrier in his hands. He tried to give Frank the stink eyes from across the street, but it wasn't going to work. Frank couldn't see much from that far away. He couldn't think of anyone who could.

Everyone was at the park today, everyone being Pete, Patrick, Frank, Gerard, and Ryan. Mikey had wanted to come, but he'd opted to help Ray help a friend move because there were free hot dogs involved, and apparently Ray was some sort of grand master at grilling. The friend had bribed Ray to come grill for him while also getting him to help move. Ryan just felt like Ray would've done all of that without needing to be bribed, because Ray was a fucking good person and that was it. Ryan wasn't sure why someone was grilling in the middle of winter, but he wasn't judgmental of good food.

Ryan crossed the street when the light said he could and tried to ignore the way Frank was jeering him for conforming, though Ryan inevitably failed.

"Shut up," he huffed to the short man. "You've never even been arrested before. You haven't done anything actually rebellious or unique. You've maybe shouted anarchy once while sticking your head out the window. You're just one of those kids where when the parent said it was a phase, the parent was wrong."

Frank snickered and looked very pleased with what Ryan said.

"Hey, Ry!" Pete called out, waving Ryan over. Ryan handed Gerard and Frank their drinks first. Then he trudged to where Pete and Patrick were standing together, looking at some bullshit piece of modern art that the park had smacked in the middle of the trees to gussy the place up.

"It's you," Pete said with a smirk.

Ryan looked at the artwork and frowned. It was just three pieces of red metal twisted together. "How is that me?"

"It's graceful," Patrick explained. "And mysterious. Sensual and strong and independent, like a woman."

"So, you," Pete chimed in, grinning.

Ryan narrowed his eyes. "Neither of you get your drinks," he snipped, turning away and walking through the snow back to Frank and Gerard. Pete wailed and followed Ryan and Patrick just followed Pete. Ryan was still fucking pissed and that was it. He didn't have much patience for really anything today. He didn't think he would for a while.

"Hey," Gerard said, nudging Ryan with his elbow as he drank his coffee, a sated smile on his lips. "Don't sweat the small stuff, bucko. You're the jazziest saxophone on the bridge."

Ryan's frown only deepened. "Are you drunk?" he asked just to be a piece of shit.

Gerard giggled and shook his head. "Frankie rode me good last night," he said with a pleased look in his eyes. "Like, like really good. Oh my god, Ryan, I haven't blown my load that quickly in years. Just, the way he was looking, like he couldn't breathe cause he was being impaled on my cock." Gerard moaned and Ryan saw him shudder, and this was awful. "He's so fucking hot, Ry, oh my god. I can't even begin to describe how good that was."

"Please don't," Ryan said. "I love you, Gee, but I don't want to hear about your sex life."

Gerard shrugged. "Well... I kinda want to hear about yours."

Ryan glanced to him and raised a brow. "You wanna hear about my sex life?"

Gerard nodded. "You and Josh." He shrugged again. "When you go see him, you come back looking better than when you left. I know it's dumb, but I feel like I'm a bit jealous of him."