TFIL: One Shots of Joy

#Elteath : Pride Parade

The two were doused in the rainbow; their shirts matched their gay pride, their hands accessorized with the colors, their hands holding onto that glorified pride flag, and their faces painted to match.

A bearded man and a stubbled baby face had joined the gay parade.

Of course, though, they had to take precautions.

Luckily, if Heath was ever assaulted for their pride, Elton knew how to defend him in a single hit.

Hopefully, it wouldn't come to a swarm of homophobic dickheads smashing in their heads with their "anti-gay" signs.

What was so prideful about hating on someone's love? !

Elton never understood the idiots on the sidelines.

But, he did realize, however, that most were idiotic Christians misguiding the bible's words.

And some were even closeted gays forced to come by their parents or friends.

Why was religion such an issue in the first place?

We don't exactly know what God necessarily wants, he isn't talking to us directly and he's not sending some bitch ass, hatin', 'Christ compels homos' being to tell us to fuck off the surface of the Earth.

The bible was changed over decades n centuries, many different people had written the damn thing, and several were probably secretly fucking gay themselves!

Elton sighed at the blood-filled, burning, enraged sensation building in his gut.

He glanced over in the bathroom mirror, catching a glimpse of his lover entering.

He pulled his toothbrush from his mouth and spat into the ceramic bowl, sighing softly as he pulled out a bottle of mouthwash.

"Pride parade's in a few hours, Elty."

Elton smiled meekly at the male and gargled the mouthwash swiftly.

He spat it out and turned around, dabbing at his mouth with a cloth, silence casting over the bathroom.

"Are you proud to be gay?"

Elton choked on his saliva and cleared his throat, "W-what?"

"Well... it's just that there's going to be a lot of violence an-"

"I don't care who comes in my way, I'm not leaving you for shit, Heath. If people are going to fuck around and be nonchalant, religious, fucking homophobic dicks, fuck 'em."

Heath was shocked but smiled regardless, wrapping his arms around Elton's waist and cuddling his head against the other's neck.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Elton glanced down and caught a glimpse of something rolling down Heath's cheeks.

"Heath? Baby, what's wrong?"

"The straights are trying to tear us apart..."

Elton smiled softly, gently tugging the male's chin up and towards him, "But they can't. You know that. If we get tossed in jail tonight, I'll just fuck you in there."

Heath flushed ruby red and groaned, "Elton-"

"I'm being serious, baby, the point is, they can't tear us apart."

The man smiled softly and nodded, "Okay..."

Elton smiled back and gently pushed his lips to Heath's mouth, tilting his head slightly before their noses bumped.

Heath reciprocated immediately, arms traveling to Elton's neck where they rested.

The taller man wrapped his arms loosely around Heath's waist, simply pulling the male back when he pulled away.

Heath giggled and melted into his embrace, his eyes fluttering closed as Elton's had, too.

When they pulled apart, Elton smiled and gently pulled one of his pride flags from his mirror stand.

He waved it next to his shoulder and watched the younger male's eyes gleam brightly, a huge grin taking place of that old furrowed frown from before.

He leaned down and kissed Heath again, the other lacing his fingers with the hand that held the flag.

"To us," Elton smiled.

"To gay us."