Summer Vacation - Gay smut/fluff

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A/N: Yep... I'm updating again... I just fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle. How, you ask? Well, my brothers boyfriend stayed over and his skateboard was there and I didn't see it and stepped on it and flew down D: I'm in my bed now and my brothers boyfriend is bringing me ice cream >:D Gay boys shall forever be my slaves!
It rocks having a gay brother like oh my god. Except, it doesn't rock when they're fucking in the room beside you at 3am. I don't mind though, because, damn!
Yes, anyways, on with the chapter!
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"Good morning, asshole!" The familiar voice greeted him as he turned on the television.
Jamie rolled his eyes, a small smile playing at his lips. "Hello, bitch!" He said in the same cheery voice that his sister had used. Kayla plopped down beside him, grinning.
"Are you ready for the summer?!" She shrieked excitedly, her phone almost flying out of her hand.
All insecurities and flaws aside, Jamie promised himself that he was going to have fun and be social on this trip, and he planned on keeping that promise. "Fuck yeah!" He grinned as Kayla cheered, hopping out of the front door and to the cab they were taking to the airport.
The ride was fine, until...
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*Jamie's POV* (lol trying it out)
Until the cab lurched to the side, cutting off many other cars driving down the highway, resulting in a lot of cars honking at them and rude words being yelled out of windows.
Not very pleasant, if you ask me.
I looked over at my mom with a raised eyebrow. "Mom?" I said, tugging at my lip. What the hell was that sudden turn? Was that even legal?
"Yes, Jay?" She said, looking back over her shoulder and giving me a calming smile. How the hell can she be so calm?! My head almost smashed against a freaking window and she smiles?!
"That, that turn," I said, trying to find the right words to say before continuing. "Why? I mean, weren't we going the right way?"
"No, unfortunately not. We all thought that the jet would be waiting for us at the regular airport, but it's waiting for us at a field near it. We just passed the field, so the cab driver took a U-Turn and we're back on track now. Hold on, though. He's about to make another sharp tu-" Mom started, but got cut off by the car flying to the side again.
"Did you even get your fucking drivers license?" Kayla bellowed at the cab driver, who just gave her a nasty look.
"Please, don't swear in my cab. I don't appreciate it." He said, his Indian accent thick and very obvious. I don't think anybody could ever mistake him for something other than Indian. (A/N: not being racist, I'm so sorry!)
"Who's paying who? That's right, we're paying you. So, I can kindly do whatever I want. Anything you gotta say to that?" Kayla questioned, leaning forward slightly and giving the cab driver a challenging look through the rearview mirror. Silence, except the frustrated sigh of my father that was sitting beside Kayla. After a few minutes, Kayla spoke up again. "Thought so. Now hurry up, man."
"Kayla, do not talk to anybody like that." Father said sternly, giving her the parent look. They started arguing and bickering about how she was old enough to do things herself, and I started to tune out.
Humming to a song I heard on the radio a while back, I closed my eyes. Literally, how long was this drive? It was starting to get hot in here, like, the sweaty hot. Gross, I have to change when I get there. I can't stand having sweaty smelling clothes.
Soon, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I cracked an eye open to see my mom standing in the doorway of the cab, smiling.
"We're here, Jay. Did you grab all your stuff?" She said gently, moving away so I could get out.
Looking at the phone and headphones in my hands, I nodded. "Except for the bag in the back, I have everything." I said, looking around to see a narrow dirt path and fields of grass, a helicopter pad in the middle. Widening my eyes, I took in the sight of the beautiful, bright red jet. Wow...
"The flight attendants already took all of our bags in." She smiled, paying the cab driver as he sped away from the field.
Wait, flight attendants? "Wasn't this a private jet? Just us and the captain?"
"Well, yes," Mom chuckled lightly. "But it's an eight hour flight, and we need food. Thought about that?" I shook my head to her response before jogging to the sleek red jet. It was a beauty, really. Not like I really have any experience in planes or jets, but I can tell that it's expensive. Across the side, in big black letters, it read, 'KAPPA AIRLINES'.
Oh, yeah. They own a flying company. Best selling one, too. They also own a phone company, computer company, internet company, clothes company, car company, model agency, music company and three malls.
They call them basically the same thing. Kappa Airlines, KapPhones, KapComps, KapCable, Kappa's, KapCars-they call their cars 'Kapplings'- Kappa Models, Kappa Records and Kappa SouthMall, Kappa EastMall, and Kappa WestMall. They're still having a bidding war for the NorthMall. Current bid is fourty two million.
Getting in the jet, I inhaled the scent of new leather. You know that smell when you sit down in a brand new car? Yep, that's the smell right now. I love it.
Kayla squealed excitedly, plopping down in one of the ten seats. Hmm, I wonder who's gonna sit where...
Taking a seat on the opposite side of the jet, I sat by the window. Hey, you can't blame me, I love watching the ground as we take off. There were two seats on each side of the plane, for two rows and then two seats at the very back in the middle, probably for the flight waitresses there.
So basically,
The front of the plane is here.
|Kayla| |empty|------|empty| |me|
|Mom| |Dad|---------|empty| |empty|
---------|waitress| |waitress|-------
The back of the plane is here.
Understand? Hopefully. My brain is already tired from drawing that mental image.
Oh, look at that, nobody is sitting close to me. Isolation, oh sweet isolation. I can listen to my music in peace without Kayla bugging me or singing her lungs out beside me, and mom and dad chatting and kissing or doing lovey-dovey stuff. I just can't stand it.
A waitress walked up to me, a flirty smile on her lips. She looked young, around eighteen or nineteen. I had to squint to see the name on her name tag, which was Stella, because of her leaning down and showing her cleavage as much as possible. No offence, Stella, but your tits are really small. She bit her lip, trying to be sexy. I let out a loud laugh, shaking my head. Poor girl, doesn't know I'm gay.
"What?" She said, narrowing her eyes and sticking out her tiny boobs even more. Great, they smell, too.
"I appreciate your attention," I start with a small smile. "But I'm about as straight as a circle."
She gave me a confused look, the most stupid words escaping from her lipstick smeared lips, "What is that supposed to mean?" Oh my Lord, can this woman get any more stupid?
"Gay, I'm gay." I flash her a charming smile before her face dropped and she huffed.
"First Ryan, then Oliver, and now you! Why are all the hot ones gay?" She whined before walking to the back.
I sighed, looking down at my phone. Great, 99% battery. Too bad that it won't last eight hours. Wait, yes! They have plugins! I cheered, plugging the phone charger in to the plug but not my phone. Smiling, I texted Tristan.
{Yes, I'm just that fabulous. Now bow down to me, bitch. 💁. Tell me when I can call you and you WONT deny my call or ignore it.}
Soon, only about ten minutes later, the plane set off. Tristan still hasn't replied. I gasped, gazing at the beautiful land below as the jet ascended into the crisp, cold sky. My phone buzzed, a message saying 'now' from Tristan on the screen.
Dialling his number, I pressed the phone to my ear.
"Hello, my dearest friend. May I ask you why you are leaving me for Mr. Extreme Hottie Pants, also known as Ryan Kappa?" Tristan's familiar voice rang through the other end.
Laughing lightly, I replied. "He's just a normal American, nothing different from us, sweetheart."
"Oh, that's where you're wrong. He's British, have you not heard his accent? Holy fuck, you've been missing out on so much!" Tristan gasped dramatically, something falling beside him.
"Fine, fine. How does that change anything, though? I want to know. Please enlighten me."
"British accents are fucking sexy, alright? Especially his. His voice is so deep, shit, I think I'm gay for him. Anyways, it makes him twenty times more sexy. Like, imagine this: you guys are fucking, and he moans out your name in his sexy, deep voice and British accent. Shit, gotta go jerk off now. Text ya later!" And that's when the phone clicked off.
Great, thanks Tristan. That totally improved my mood and entertained me for an eight hour flight. If you ask me, it just made me more nervous because Ryan sounds so perfect and I'm just... me.
Why did I have to be gay? It's always so difficult for me.
Why couldn't I have been the normal, skinny, smart, funny, outgoing, not fucked up in the head, straight guy across the street? I hate being myself. I hate myself in general.
Oh great, here come the tears.
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A/N: sorry for the crappy chapter! It's just that I'm in so much pain and I'm going to the doctors soon too. Hopefully, I can make the next chapter make up for it. So sorry!
Time for... *drum roll*... Question Of The Chapterrr! :D
QOTC: Do you want the story to be rushed? Like, kissing in the next chapter already?
AOTC: I'm the writer, so I have no say, but I'm thinking on maybe making Ryan be a try hard boy who tries really hard to get Jamie. Meanwhile, he flirts and makes a lot of sex jokes with him. Yes or nah? This isn't even an answer xD
I've been in a really bad mood lately and idek. My brothers boyfriend (Liam) and my brother (Andrew) have been making out on the foot of my bed for the past half hour and Liam just sneezed into the kiss and I laughed. Then they remembered that I'm here and they just left D: Like, NO, STAY, I WANNA WATCH YOU FUCK!
I'm seriously debating on limping to Andrew's room and telling Liam, "Hey, I broke my ankle because of you so I deserve to see you guys fuck now!"
UPDATE: I just did that and Liam literally started taking off my brothers belt and I squealed and ran out of there. Well, tried to. It's hard when your ankle feels like it's gonna fall off. Like, do me a favour and just fall off already!
Idek why my end A/N's are so long xD
Anyways, comment, vote, fan, I love you!
Also, answer the QOTC above (like 10 lines).
Okay, bAi now!
~Melissaaaaa
(ps, did you know that the ~ at the end of a word means the last syllable is dragged out? I'm stupid xD)