Smosh Oneshots

Gay - Weshire

A/N:  Hey, everyone. Welcome to the oneshots. I hope we can all have lots of fun. Please leave suggestions in the comments. I do smut, fluff, sadness, anything. All ships too. My OTP is Weshire. :P  Enjoy!

"Ooooh, Joven likes the D." Lasercorn teased me.

"Who's your boyfriend? Is he really feminine?" Sohinki snapped in a sarcastic tone.

"How much dick you suck?" Mari chuckled.

"Don't try to come onto me, man. I'm straight." Flitz warned with an uneasy tone. All these comments mocking me and making me feel unnatural about myself. I was unsure to whether they were jokes but I hated them. They make me feel inhumane and that I should change myself. Problem is, I can't! This isn't a choice. I'm gay. It's part of me. Like, how I rage at games and all that. It's my DNA. I haven't come out to anyone yet. Fear is beating me into the closet, locking the doors and preventing me from ever being released. It's claustrophobic in here. I want to be free, but it's scary out there. I get enough hate as it is!

I gasp as I wake up from my nightmare. The taunts have finally ceased; my deep breathing is the only sound in the dark room. I turn on the lamp and pick up my glasses from my bedside desk, sliding them onto my face and blinking to adjust. My lungs finally inhaled and exhaled evenly and I relaxed, evaluating the dream. We always joke about being gay and gay things but no-one in the Smosh family is actually gay. That I know of, anyways. That dream was unrealistic anyways; they're my friends and wouldn't say any mean things like that. Actually, not everyone in Smosh Games was in that dream. Wes. It's strange, but I can't imagine him being a bully. He's always so nice, kind, positive and generally a really funny guy. Sweet, childish, playful, smart, slightly muscular, handsome, accepting, understanding, amazing and just... a really, really great guy. I sigh and stretch my relaxed muscles as I sit up against the wall. I puff out some air from my cheeks and check my phone. Oh, God, it's four in the morning. I have to be at the office at nine for recording! Goddamnit. Well, I guess zombie Joshua is going to be on set today.

Four hours later

I managed to get an hour-long nap from the four hours I was awake after the nightmare. However, my body still felt weak and my eyelids heavy. Today was gonna be a long day. I showered, which seemed to wake me up a little then got dressed. I checked my cupboards and they were about as empty as outer-space. My stomach groaned and felt like it was contorting as it voiced it's need. Guess I'll get something on the way there. Stupid nightmare. I checked the clock and realised I was late. It was 9:15. I cursed and ran to the front door, grabbing my keys and stuffing them into my jean pocket. I slipped on my shoes, hopping on one leg to get them on, nearly stumbling as I did, and rushed out to the car. As I put the key in the ignition, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out. Wes was calling me. I answered, trying to sound calm when my heart was racing and my hands were shaking from the rush. "H-Hey, Wes." I smiled.

"Hey, Joven. Where are you?" He sounded a little concerned. If any of the others had called, they'd probably be annoyed at me.

"Just, um, running a little late." I hoped my voice didn't tremble as much on his end as it sounded for me.

"Are you okay?" His voice only grew more concerned.

"Yeah. I'm just in a rush and I realised I was late. Sorry." I told him guiltily. I heard his funny giggle and smiled.

"Don't worry. No rush. We'll wait." He said in a kind, playful tone.

"No we will fucking not! Joven, get your ass here." I heard Lasercorn shout through the phone. I rolled my eyes.

"I'll tame them. See you later." His voice was bright and the phone call ended. I smiled goofily and stuffed my phone into my pocket. Suddenly, my heart was beating in a different way. Happiness? No, it was more than that but I couldn't quite define it. Hm... whatever. They need me there. I started my car and drove to the office.