IRC-Galleria

I feel his hand slide down between our bodies, still kissing desperately, our tongues caressing together. He rests his hand over the growing bulge in my jeans and starts rubbing, I moan loudly.

Since when do you get turned on by guys, you fucking fag?

I suddenly jump up, pushing him off me as I stand up, my eyes wide. I was terrified, absolutely petrified as realization dawns on me. I was kissing another guy. That made me a fag, that made me an outcastÂ…

“I’m not gay!” I yell to no one in particular as I bury my face in my hands. I can tell Gerard’s watching me, but at this very second I really couldn’t care less.

“I’m not gay I’m not gay I’m not gay!” I scream, my voice echoing in the silent night. I then whip around and see Gerard sitting on the grass.

“What the fuck were you doing?!” I yell at him, glaring as I tower over him as he sits on the ground.

“I-I thought this was what you wanted,” he says quietly.

“But I’m not gay! How could this be what I want if I’m not gay?!” I question, getting to the point of being hysterical. He opens and closes his mouth, unsure of what to say.

“Oh just fuck off and go home!” I say, frustrated.

“O-okay,” he whispers, standing up slowly. He comes towards me slowly, his arms outstretched slightly. I scoff at his gesture and his arms drop to his sides as he bites his lip, tears shining in his eyes but not falling.

“Bye then,” he whispers as he walks off, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Oh fuck.

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oi voi 8< ei saaa. Frank lost his mind. 8<