Kissing Boys

Chapter 2: Throwing up Rainbows

Its only been two hours and I already wanted to bash my face against the wall until I lost consciousness. I had tried to sit on the couch away from the two queers, but here I was, sandwiched between them! That sounds extremely nasty by the way.

Anyway, I was sitting here, Nathan on my left and Frankie on my right. They were talking about things I didn't care to hear. Like-- at all! It was making me feel like I was about to throw up rainbows because of how gay it was! Then it suddenly took a sharp turn and dove into seriously sickening shit! I wish my ears would just implode so I didn't have to hear this conversation.

"I'm pretty sure he didn't know what he was doing . . ." Frankie said.

Just stop talking! I don't want to hear about your first sexual experience! I don't want to hear about any of your sexual experiences! The images would be life scarring!

By the way I was sitting, you'd be able to tell how uncomfortable I was with this topic of discussion. They didn't seem to notice or they just didn't care.

"Oh I know! It takes him like an hour just to get it in!" Nathan said, leaning over and putting his fucking hand on my God damn knee!

Dude, I told you I was straight. Remove it before I kick your ass or do something drastic, like-- pull out your fucking flat-ironed hair!

I pushed his hand away, but he kept talking. Why won't you shut up?

"When I was with Jeremy, he would always tie me down and put a gag in my mouth. Then he would go dow--" Enough was e-fucking-nough!

"Can you please talk about something else?!" I shouted unintentionally. I really didn't want them to know I was freaked out about their wonderful conversation, but I guess it's too late.

"Okay then, why don't you tell us about your first time?" Frankie said, resting his head on my shoulder. Why do these gay guys like to touch me?

"No, I'm good" I said.

"You must be a virgin!" Nathan squealed. Well, there goes the hearing in my left ear! That was my favorite ear, you little shit!

"So what?!" I snapped. They both made all these little gay noises. I have a feeling I shouldn't have let that slip. Now they're probably going to rape me right on the living room floor. Oh God-- here comes the rainbows! Oh wait, false alarm, it was just gagging.

"I can't believe my Gabie is a virgin!" Frankie sang, twisting my hair.

Um, excuse you? Your Gabie?! No, no, no! I don't belong to anyone, I'm not your God damn property! I smacked his hand away, but that didn't seem to phase him.

"We'll have to fix that" Nathan said, giving me a wink and a nudge.

I can feel the acids in my stomach churning. If they come spewing up, I'll be sure to aim it at his face! What would you think of me then, Nathan? He'd probably giggle and think it was cute.

"Hey, hey, whoa! If anyone takes Gabie's virginity . . . it will be me." Frankie said, wrapping his arms around my neck too tight for my liking.

And what the fuck?! Did I hear him correctly? I think I'm seriously going to be sick . . .

"But he's your cousin, you whore!" Nathan said, giggling his pansy ass off.

Frankie shrugged, releasing my neck. "Cousins are legal."

I think he better stop, unless he wants a vomit smoothie! I've never in my life been suicidal, but this conversation just makes me want to crash out the window and fall the eighteen of the thirty-something stories to the ground. I'm sure going ker-splat would be more lovely then getting anally raped.

"You're both fucking disgusting!" I yelled, getting my virgin ass up off that homo infested couch. Before they could get a word in, I continued. "Do I have to spell it out for you?! I'm straight, and it will stay that way! So I'm not interested in your little homo ways, got it?!"

They both stared at me blankly. It was kind of freaky, until Nathan started laughing at me.

"I guess we'll have to see about that, won't we?"

Come near me and I will drug you and shave your eyebrows off. "Frankly, I'd rather get fucked by a Llama and get Syphilis!" I'm not sure if Llamas really have Syphilis, but it just sounds good, so I'll stick with it.

"Ooh, buuuuurn!" Frankie said. Yeah, bitch. That burn was for you too.

Nathan arched an annoyingly perfect eyebrow. "If you got fucked by a Llama, wouldn't that have something to do with 'homo ways'?" he asked, using those air quotes.

But God damn it, he was right! Afraid that I might let more homoerotic things slip out, I turned without another word and into the guest bedroom, shutting the door behind me. They're probably laughing at me right now, but I don't care! Why did I have to stay here for the entire summer?! This is just torture! It hasn't even been a day yet and I already wished it was over. This is going to be the longest summer of my life.

"I'm not sure when I'll be back, but I don't plan to stay out too long. I hope you don't mind me going out, Gabriel." Harriet said.

No, I don't mind at all being here alone with Frankie and Nathan (who is still here, even though it's eight-o-clock and time for him to get the fuck out) and most likely getting my virginity taken forcefully. I don't mind at all.

"Of course he doesn't mind! We'll have fun! It will be like a sleep-over, only a sleep-over that lasts three months!" Frankie beamed, reminding me of a freakin' tweleve-year-old girl!

Harriet smiled, but her voice was stern. "Don't do anything crazy. And no one else is allowed over, alright?"

Frankie waved her off. "I know, I know! We won't have any wild orgy parties without your permission!"

"Francis!" She looked so surprised . . . as if she were thinking "I can't believe such words are spilling from your virgin mouth" or something. I guess she doesn't know that her only son is a crazy sex machine! And wait, his real name is Francis?! That's just cruel.

Frankie cringed. "Ew! Don't call me that in the presence of other human beings!"

Ha, now I have something that pisses him off. When he's being overly gay, I'll just call him Francis. That makes me all happy inside.

"Then don't use disgusting words in my presence!"

"Okay, I'm sorry mumsie, I won't use icky words in front of you ever again! Now go! Your friends are waiting!" Frankie dragged his "mumsie" to the door. Well that's not suspicious at all.

"Remember, I can show up any minute, and if I catch any wild parites over here you'll be in big trouble! And I'll have to send Gabriel home!" Harriet said, standing in the doorway.

Oh my God! Please throw a wild party! Please, please!

Frankie sighed, "we're not going to have any wild parties, mother! We'll probably watch movies, do each others make up and paint each others nails and whatnot!"

Gay. Gay. Gay. Gay. GAY!

"Have fun, Harriet!" Nathan waved.

It took about another five minutes before Harriet was finally convinced that there would be no parties. I mean, I don't think she really has anything to worry about. When I imagine Frankie throwing a party, I envision all these emo-ish kids waving glow sticks around as they dance weirdly to techno while sucking on pacifiers. I even imagine there to be a disco ball or light effects of some sort. Just those thoughts make me want to burst out laughing.

Ha.

Ha. Ha.

Okay, when Frankie meant "do each others make-up and nails" he wasn't kidding.

He has more make-up than my mom! That's just sad.

I wouldn't let him come within a one-hundred-mile radius of me with a stick of eyeliner. But since we're in a multi-story condominium, and in the living room, I'll just settle for across the room. I watched in disgust as Frankie applied eyeliner to Nathan's eyes. It really doesn't suit his Hollister and Abercrombie image. Or maybe it's just me, because I think no boy should be wearing make-up.

Frankie squealed and clapped his hands like a little girl. "You look so pretty!"

I groaned, purposely loud so they would know what a wonderful time I'm having.

"Do you want to go next, Gabie?!" Frankie asked, going through his extremely feminine box of various make-up . . . items.

"Hmm, let me think . . . hell no!"

Why God, why? Why did you make me related to him?!

Guys are not supposed to do these kinds of things. We're supposed to do . . . things that are manly. This is about as manly as a dandelion.

Frankie sulked. "You're not being fun!"

I don't care! I wasn't brought here to bring fun to your life! I'm here against my will!

I would have said that out loud, but having to deal with an upset emo kid doesn't sound like much fun. So I just shrugged.

"Let's play spin the bottle!" Nathan yelled, all girl-like.

OH GOD, IT KEEPS GETTING WORSE! How the hell is that supposed to work with three people anyway? In my opinion that would be completely pointless . . . unless instead of Frankie and Nathan it was two girls . . .

"That's a great idea!" Frankie got up and ran in the kitchen, then came back with an empty Jones Soda bottle. "Come join the fun, Gabie!"

I just stared at him, as if he were some hobo begging me for money.

"Okay, but if it points in your direction it still counts!"

Why don't you just fuck yourself with that bottle instead. Wait, no, that's nasty.

"Me first!" Nathan said, spinning the bottle.

Oh God, please don't let it point to me! If you are real, you wouldn't let it point to me! My savior! I love you!

It pointed to Frankie.

But wait, now I have to watch them swap spit?

My face contorted in disgust as Nathan leaned over and pressed their lips together. It seemed like it was just going to be a quick peck, but I started thinking different when I saw some tongue action going on. Holy hell! Don't they ever come back for air?!

Nathan tangled his hands in emo boy's hair and it's like they completely forgot that I was sitting right there! Taking this as the perfect opportunity, I stood and sneaked off down the hall, hiding away in the safety of my temporary bedroom, leaving them to inhale each others faces by themselves.

I don't think they noticed anyway.

I don't remember falling asleep, even if it had only been for a few hours. I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was only eleven, so I doubted that Harriet was even home. My mind wandered to Frankie and Nathan. I wondered if they were still making out or if they were doing any other girly things. Then I started to remember that I didn't give a flying fuck what they were doing. I was actually surprised that they hadn't came into my room and bothered me.

Feeling sleep come over me again, I turned away from the clock and shut my eyes, hoping to fall asleep soon. I always hated when I felt so tired, but couldn't fall asleep right away.

Thump.

What the hell was that?! I opened my eyes, a confused-like expression on my face, and waited to hear the sound again.

Thump. Creak. Thump.

Oh . . . oh God! What I think is happening better not be happening. If it is . . . then this time I am seriously going to be sick!

I stared wide eyed at the wall, feeling sorry for myself as I was forced to listen to those horrifying sounds.

"Oh God Nathan! Yesss! Faster!!"

I could feel my eye twitch and I know for a fact the acids in my stomach are about to show themselves. And oh my God! The thumps are going faster! I am going to die! Maybe if I wish hard enough, an asteroid will crash into Frankie's room. Or better yet, my room!

The absolutely terrifying sounds became louder and more frequent. I think I'm going to lose my mind . . . oh my God! I hear . . . moaning! It's as loud as a fucking whale for christ's sake!

"Harder! And deeper too! Yes! If only Gabriel would join us!"

That's when I lost it. I vomitted. Yes, I spilled my guts all over the beautiful hardwood floor.

And what do you know? It appears to be the color of rainbows . . .

A/N: It's been a couple months since I've update this one too! I don't know why it took so long to get this up, but hopefully it was alright. So why don't you tell me in a review?!