Hella Gay Shots

Old Man

May 2nd, 2017

"Happy Birthday dear Jonathan! Happy Birthday to youuuuu!" The candles are blown out before they start a fire, since there's 31 of them on one cake. "Happy Birthday Johnny boy!" Luke wraps his arms around me and sticks on a party hat. The strap stings the skin on my chin. I wince at the sudden pain, but it soon disappears.

The cake is served out and people are everywhere. The last time I saw this many people in one place was at my 16th birthday. Why is 30 so important? I spot my Uncle Joey from across the room. I instantly regret making eye contact. I quickly go back to eating my delicious cake.

A tap on my shoulder stuns me. Mission failed will lose him next time. I sigh and put on the best smile I can. "Joey!"

"Jonathan!" I smell the tequila and Grandpa's cigars on him.

"How've you been? You wanna drink?" He lifts the hat and it snaps back onto my head, pulling the little brown hair with it. He turns around and turns back, and suddenly he has two fruity drinks in his hands. He hands me one and I chug it down.

"So you're thirty years of age and still have no wife?" He leans against the table and laughs at me. I flag the hired bartender down and he walks over and hands me a drink. I lift it all the way up and take it all. My uncle gawks at me. I glare at him and tag another one, "Maybe I don't want one." I sneer and take another glass. The man smiles and leaves me to get more drinks. "Why don't you want one? Don't you want kids?"

"I-I can adopt." I belch afterwards. He continues staring at me, trying to read me. "Are you gay Jonathan?" He finally says it, someone in the god damn family has finally said it. He popped the question I've been waiting to hear. Should I answer truthfully? I can act pretty drunk, so they won't know if I'm telling the truth or not. Instead I choose to storm out. I run to my car and drive off. I'm not that drunk. I close my eyes slowly as I reach a red traffic light. I start imagining, why? Why don't I want a wife? Because... I want a husband. Someone I've known for a while actually. But he's all the way across the country, and probably straight as hell. He'd be so amazing to be with. He's so built, and kind. It's like a brick house with a pink inside. His eyes are so pure. Pure fucking chocolate that I'm not able to get out of my head. His arms, wrapped with mine. His voice, so soft as he lays under me. The horns of several cars behind me scare me. I shake my head and continue driving. The lights pass by so fast.

My driving seems to go on forever, but I've only been on the road for 10 minutes. Suddenly my heae starts pounding, so I pull over into a parking lot. I look at the sign above me and it says, "Parking for Liquor Hole City". I laugh at the name. I think about going inside. Shrugging, I open the door. The smell of different drugs and alcohol fill my nostrils. A tall bouncer I nods at me and I nearly scream. He didn't card me. I must really look 30. I shuffle my way to the bar and plop down onto a stool. A accidentally bump the man beside me. He lifts his head up and growls at me. I jump and scoot down a few seats. I order a drink. While I wait, I eavesdrop on the other bartender's conversation. "I don't even know why I rushed across the country to see him when I don't even know what he looks like." The man he's talking to sighs. The man is wearing a gray long sleeve with some school name on it. I lean a little further to see his face, but the tender comes back and sets my drink down. I roll my eyes and start chugging. I'm just overreacting, why would he come all the way over here for me? I set the mug down, its already halfway gone. I let out a deep sigh and continue listening to the conversation. "His birthday is today, and I'm so pissed I can't give him a gift or anything. I can't even mail him shit. He doesn't trust me enough to even give me his address. It makes me mad." My heartbeat picks up, and my ears drum. I lean over the counter a little more to see his face, but with my luck, my chest hits my mug and it spatters all over the counter. I instantly apologize to the bartender and he nods an acceptance. I feel eyes on me as I grab paper towels. I dare to turn and look, and whata know I do. Our eyes lock. It's him, it's fucking him! It's Vanoss! I drop the towels and scoot closer to him. He staggers back a bit, but stops when I giggle. I instantly cover my mouth. A smirk grows across his face, "I've heard that evil giggle before..." Before he can continue I push him to the bathroom. He looks at me like a lost puppy. "Why are we in here Del-?" I push him against the wall and he grunts. My light pink lips connect with his darker ones. I pull away, but he pulls me back. I feel his smile against my lips. His fingers run through my brown hair. He pulls my head back, but he keeps a hold on my bottom lips. It sends a sensational pain through my head. I push him harder against the white stone wall. He grunts and I slip my tongue into his mouth. I feel him jump in surprise and I sorta chuckle in the inside. I feel everything melting in me. His warm body will turn me into goo. He pushes away, both of us breathing heavy. "Will you hurry up in there! We don't wanna have to use the ladies room!"

"Sorry it's a big one fellas!" Evan instantly laughs. I smile at his small dimples. He smiles back. I lift him onto the counter and he leans down and is basically kissing my ear. "Happy Birthday old man." He kisses my neck while I kiss his. Our mouths move together and meet right in the center. Our lips dance in the moonlight of my birthday. "Out of all the presents I got today, you were my favorite." I purred and he hopped off the sink and wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped mine around his shoulders. "I don't why it took me so long, but I love you Jonathan." A warm feeling blows up in my heart. "I love you too Evan." The moment is so sweet and quiet, but... "30 is so old you know that?" "Evan sweetie, shuch the damn up." ~♡

HAPPY BIRTHDAY H2O! ♡