A Bunch Of Boyxboy Oneshots

Vitch

Gay
Suggested by Bajan_star_123

I was born into a highly Christian family in the small town of Sheffield, England. My father worked an office job, he was strict and had a dark, mean sence of humour. My mother a librarian, she was cruely honest with anyone and was just as strict. Then there was my older brother Lewis, he was humorous and just a general badass that broke all the rules.

One day, when I was about eight and he was fifteen, our parents went out to a racist parade against coloured people's rights. When they left, Lewis came down smoking and turned the tv on. Our parents had put parental blockadge in every non-religious channel. But my brother had figured out a trick, he fiddled with some wires and TADAAA! -as he always said- a channel full of naked people or guns and explostions would appear.

But then the day came when my parents found maharaja in Lewis's bedroom and he was kicked out.

The last thing he ever said to was that everything was going to be okay and to something you need to just say Fuck the rules.

9 years later

I was seventeen when my parents invited me to an anti-gay protest that was going to be at a gay pride parade that had people over the world on it.

I had figured out I was gay at thirteen and no one knew about it.

I was forced to, I just wanted to make that clear, but what I thought was going to the worst day of my life turned into actually one of the bests.

When we arrived, I was given a sign saying GOD HATES FAGS! I grimaced at it and threw it into a bin with the
FAGS = SIN badge.

I saw people wearing colourful cloths and outfits dancing down the road and a float in the distance with a boombox on it.

My parents and other people were throwing profanity at these people that were definitely not causing harm to anyone, the looked so happy and free.

That's when I saw him.

He was about my age and was jumping at the front of the float, shirtless and covered in red, blue and oranange powder like other people. He had matted auburn hair, beautiful amber eye's and was tall and thin.

He was yelling at the top of his lungs and towards my parents and other protesters, he waved his middle finger up at them.

Then he saw me, his eyes connecting with mine and held his hand out, my parents were looking in different directions and I eagerly grabbed his hand. It was warm.

It was amazing standing and dancing up there, feeling the happiness and pride of being gay.

My shirt was somewhere and I was covered in the same power as the stranger who had granted me this.

The he snaked his arms around my waist and I wrapped my around his neck.

We kissed.

I felt my heart explode as we catches each other's lips, both our eyes fluttering closed and we bathed in the oblivion that washed over us. I could hear my parents enraged screams but I didn't give a DAMN!

We broke the kiss, but not our embrace, and I stared into his sparkling eye's. Now that I was closer, I could see freckles on his cheeks and nose, it was cute.

"So sweet-cheeks, how about you stay with me?" He asked and I nodded immediately, not wanting to face my parents after what they've just witness me do.

"I'm Mitch, what's yours honey?" He smirked, I giggled at the nicknames he gave me.

"I'm Vik, but you can call me whatever you want Mitch." I whispered leaning in to his ear, he started kissing my neck and I breathed out.

Soon we were dancing wildly again, celebrating our sexuality with pride and joy.

We went to a gay bar after and after we took several shots and pints of alcohol everything was blurred into a lifetime.

I woke up the following day naked in Mitch's arms, both of us tangled in a duvet. I kissed his freckled cheek and buried my head back onto the crook of his neck.

That was one of the last updates for a bit, It's not forever I promise I'll 've back but be patient my gay gremlins -I have no idea where that came from- and GOODBYE!!!