Hey, I'm Gay!

Trikey Oneshot

Trevor(left) and Michael(right)

Setting takes place after the game is finished. A little background info to those of you who don't play, at the end of the game your third player Franklin gets calls from the FIB and a guy named Devin asking to kill Trevor or Michael. There's a third option where you kill the FIB and Merryweather people (big dummies) and that's what I chose. This is going to be based after that

Michael's P.O.V

I can't believe that we made it out of that alive. It still gets under my skin that my life was in the hands of Franklin. I'm glad he made the right choice of saving both of us. That leaves room for Trevor and I to patch up things. Lately we haven't been the best of friends. Hell we tried killing each other before the fight. Maybe I should give him a call and invite him out for drinks. Or not, he probably won't even answer my calls. Ah what's the use, I'm not going to call him. Brrriiinngg! Hm. It looks like someone's calling me? I pull my phone out of my pocket to see who's calling and then answer.

       "Yo Mike, I got T in the car. Wanna go out for some drinks?" It's Franklin, my long lost son on the other end of the call. Today might just be my lucky day that Trevor's in the car. We could patch up things tonight and not have to worry about going at each other's throats again.

      "Yeah sure, why not. Can you pick me up from home?" No one's home so it might be for the best. Amanda always nags me about whenever I spend time with Trevor and Franklin. She says I always act out and do bad things after I do. I'm a responsible adult and I don't need my wife telling me who I can and can't hang out with.

        "Sure thing dog, be out front." Click. He hangs up as I make my way out the gate separating my house from the street. I didn't want to be too formal around them so I threw on some cargo pants, flip flops, and a worn out denim shirt. Fine by me.

Loud noises of brakes on a car surround me as Franklin just nearly dodges a pedestrian on a sidewalk. Trevor's sitting in the passenger so I guess I'm in back tonight. "What's up SugarTits?" I roll my eyes at Trevor's nickname for me, it's just a constant reminder that I'm fat.

        "Not much AcidCock."  This makes me smirk and brings me back to the moment I made up that nickname for him on a car ride. Franklin probably thinks we act like five year olds, but it's just in our nature. We lost ten years of friendship we need to rebuild. Still I feel like Trevor doesn't trust me, I guess I did fake my death but I thought he'd be over that by now.  Frank speaks up a bit.

          "T, I gotta ask you something. Are you....Are you gay?" Franklin turns to Trevor when asking the question, wanting his full attention. My heart heart skips a beat, sure I know about Trevor's past in prison. How he used to have sex with men in there. But Franklin doesn't know about that past.

            "Yes...No....Whatever, labels bro. You want me to be gay?" I can sense the slight hesitation for him to answer the question. Trevor is in fact bisexual, I've never seen him try and settle down with a man though. All I want for him is to find someone that truly makes him a happier and more laid back person.

           "Look man, I just want you to be happy. And a bit less frightening." Hah like that's ever going to happen. The frightening part not the happy part.

            "Oh well that's gooood, cause that's what I am- whatever's makin' me happy." I'm really proud of Trevor that he came out to Franklin, it's not easy to do.  I move my hand to his shoulder, smiling softly. This is the most physical contact we've had in all our friendship without it leading to us fighting. He turns to look at my hand, a faint smile crossing his lips. The three of us decided to go watch a movie at the cinema, I hope it's a good one. Actually I probably helped Solomon direct it so it's going to be a good one.

             Some action movies playing so we got ourselves some tickets and picked out seats. Trevor sat in the middle of Franklin and I, wanting the best view possible. Boy does this bring back some memories of our first job together. We had been fairly young at the time and decided to stop at the movies for a break. It had probably been a few months of us meeting, long job for us to do. The feelings came rushing back to me of the nostalgia and the...the unexplained feeling I still don't know today. I guess I started crying because Trevor noticed and squeezed my hand. Since when was Trevor holding my hand?

              "You okay Mikey?" Slightly I nod, moving to rest my head against his shoulder. We always did this when one of us were going through a bad time. Lately this has been happening for me, Amanda and I are in a rocky and toxic relationship at the moment and she won't even let me talk to or see my own kids. Trevor of course knows her and has practically raised my kids from birth. They know him as Uncle T, and it's actually really cute.

                                      ~~~

            After the movies Franklin dropped Trevor and I off at a bar while he went home. Guess he wasn't feeling it tonight. Ah man, Trevor and I mixed with a bar is not a good idea. We usually get crazy and out of hand. Trevor didn't drink nearly as much as he usually did, I think he was trying to watch out for me tonight. But that didn't stop me, I guzzled down drink after drink. Just trying to get any feeling of sadness out of my system for tonight. At some point in the night I felt a hand across the small of my back. "Michael." It was Trevor. "Are you alright? You seem to be holding something back." He always got a lot softer when being serious with the big stuff.

          "Not really. 'Manda took Jimmy and Tracey and boom! She's gone. Ohhh well! I'm perfectly fine." A little sigh came across Trevor, he picked me up and carried me out of the bar. That's really the last thing I remember from last night.

          My eyes open, surrounded by the familiarity of my bedroom. I must've called a taxi? I'm only in my heart boxers when I look down at myself. Man I must've been really wasted because I don't remember anything I did. Since I'm the only one in my house I made my way downstairs without bothering to change into anything. There's someone bundled up in blankets on the couch! Quickly I grabbed my baseball bat and crept over to the couch. Oh it's just Trevor, he's probably the one that brought me here last night. Oh...Oh my god. That means he undressed me.

          "Trevor wake up!" He jumps up, revealing his underwear to me. Hm, that doesn't really make me mad. God stop it Michael.

          "What! Did someone break in?" He glanced around to see the house perfectly fine before finding his pants and slipping into them, not even bothering with a shirt. Jesus that neck tattoo. I'll never get over how much I hate it. "So what's the matter Mikey?" Shit I can't believe I'm about to do this...I grabbed Trevor's face and kissed him, ten years without having to feel that sensation. Fuck it's killed me.

"Oh Michael...Finally I get to have these Sugary Tits all to myself." Trevor even grabs me there, I have to admit the name is pretty hilarious. We fit together in a slow embrace, it feels better than anything I could've asked for right now.

Phew sorry that was kinda long. The coming out scene in the car actually happened in-game and those are the same words used so I give credit to Rockstar for making such an awesome game