|The Game of Jealousy
Author: Caseus PM
Because, of course, when you live two hours away from your boyfriend, you want to make him jealous. It's common sense, really. Slash, oneshot.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Words: 2,020 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 1 - Published: 09-03-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2844295
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Trace and Gary loved each other. No really, they did. Well, as much as two sixteen-year old boys could love each other. There was just one little problem.
Well, actually, there were several. There was the fact that Trace's parents were homophobic. There was the fact that all of Gary's other siblings (he had several) were all gay. Oh, and there was the fact that Trace was currently failing the eleventh grade.
But there was also the fact that they lived two hours away from each other (by car) and didn't go to the same school with each other. Much less the same country.
And thus the game of jealousy began.
Really, the only reason they were two hours away from each other, Gary mused, was because in ninth grade his parents decided to move to Canada. Luckily, though, only to Ontario, which was directly north from New York. But still.
(He and Trace had been together since eighth grade. Which actually was pretty decent for a gay couple, because they usually formed in high school. Gary had been quite proud of himself.)
What was even worse, though, was that they couldn't call or text each other—because, of course, they didn't have Canada-American cellphone plans. Really, it was stupid since they were two hours away, but neither of their parents would be willing to pay a little bit extra and they were forced to used Skype, which was just stupid. (Trace didn't like conformists.)
One night, when they were Skyping (was that even a word?), Gary had also been in the middle of playing Call of Duty with his friend Alex, when Alex shouted with joy and Trace suddenly asked, "Who was that?"
"Oh." Gary glanced over at Alex, who wasn't paying much attention to him. "That's my friend Alex."
"Alex?" The image of Trace's face on the computer window frowned. "Sounded like a girl to me."
"Yeah." Gary moved his webcam a little, so Trace could see her. "Alex is a girl."
"You're playing video games with a girl?" Trace raised his eyebrows.
Gary rolled his eyes. He knew about his boyfriend's sexism. "Yes, Trace, I'm playing video games with a girl."
Trace narrowed his eyes. "I see how it is."
Trace raged after closing his computer at eleven that night. How could he? How could Gary play video games with someone else—much less a girl? Playing video games was their thing! He knew it wasn't like, Gary was making out with her and cheating on him or something—but still! He might as well have.
Yes, Trace was jealous. And he couldn't do anything about it. But he could always get his boyfriend back.
The next day, which was Monday, he walked into school confidently. See, Trace was the kind of kid who was nice to everyone but spoke a lot in class and knew how to make conversation. So he was fairly popular. Plus, he wasn't terrible-looking.
So he—or anyone, really—wasn't surprised when he went up to one of his kind-of friends—Cameron, who was well-known for playing Magic cards (not like, magicians, but a Pokémon card type thing) and invited him to his house to play paintball that afternoon, and Cameron said yes.
Later that day, when he returned home from school and was checking his Facebook, Gary IM'd him.
hey, u wanna skype tonight?
no srry, can't. busy.
…what about now?
i said i was busy :P
tonight AND now?
yeah, i'm havin someone ovr
that kid who plays yugioh cards or w/e?
magic cards. but yea
what are you going to do?
Gary is offline.
Needless to say, Trace felt like he had gotten his boyfriend back. It was even better when he actually had a decent time playing paintball.
Gary was annoyed with Trace. Not because he was going paintballing with someone who wasn't him, but because he was really going to blow him off for that. Seriously! Wasn't Skyping with Gary much more fun than playing paintball with some noob?
Regardless. Gary saw Trace's game. He saw how this was going to be. Trace had obviously gotten jealous when he saw that Gary was playing video games with someone else, and wanted to have revenge.
Well. Gary glowered at his math teacher across the classroom. Two people could play at that game.
Anyone who knew Gary knew that he wasn't much of a fanboy.
Except for one celebrity.
"Dude, dude, dude, guess what?!" Gary said excitedly to his webcam that night.
Trace raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Justin Bieber! He's single!" Gary jumped up and down in his chair excitedly.
Trace scoffed, used to his boyfriend's unnatural obsession with Justin Bieber. "Of course he's single."
"And and and," Gary added. "He's coming out with a new single soon! It's supposed to be amazing." He practically swooned in his seat in front of the computer screen. "I just can't get over how cute he is and what an amazing singer he is—"
"Amazing for a black woman," Trace muttered.
Gary ignored him and continued on. "—but he's so cute, with his swishy blond hair that looks so soft, and his pretty blue eyes, and he's so short—I love blonds."
Trace glared. His hair was black. And curly.
"And and and!" Gary said once again. "He's my new cellphone wallpaper! Look!"
Trace as about to look away as Gary took his cellphone out from nowhere and showed its screen to the webcam.
Then he saw that said celebrity was shirtless. On the wallpaper.
Justin Bieber wasn't that bad for a black woman. In terms of chests, at least.
Trace wasn't the type to cheat on his boyfriend. Well, no decent person was, anyways.
But he did kiss other girls and guys. On occasion. Either because of a dare, or… for multiple other reasons.
And even though when he and Gary would talk about it later, he'd always deny and say he didn't do it to make Gary jealous, Gary swore he did. Because you don't just decide to make out with some girl named Bianca, of all names—no offense to any Biancas—and try not to make your boyfriend jealous when you write on Bianca's Facebook wall: "it was great spending time with you yesterday ;)" and have her write back, "you're a great kisser ;D."
Gary was in the middle of stalking Trace's Facebook wall while they Skyped.
"But my mom didn't let me buy it—what the shit."
"Hmm?" Trace looked up from his homework to his computer, to see that Gary was looking somewhere on his own computer screen.
"Trace," Gary said, voice attempting to be steady, "why did a girl named Bianca Martinez write on your wall saying that you're a 'good kisser'?"
"Oh." Trace blushed and guiltily ducked his head, all of a sudden very concentrated on his homework.
Gary stared at his webcam. "Well?"
"Er. Um." Trace sheepishly glanced up. "Because I kissed her?"
"You made out with her," Gary stated.
The other boy nodded.
"And why," and at this point, it was very clear Gary was trying to keep his temper, "did you make out with her?"
"Because!" Trace said indignantly, trying to be defensive. "I was—I didn't know who else to go to, I was sexually frustrated and deprived of you and she was just there—"
"Awww, you were sexually frustrated?" Gary frowned, all of a sudden no longer irritated. "Why didn't you just come to me? You know I'm always on after school."
"Yeah, but we can't do anything, you know?" Trace indicated his computer and Skype and his webcam.
Gary raised his own eyebrows. "Have you heard of cybersex?"
Gary showed Trace how to have cybersex, and they proceeded to have it. And Trace had to admit that it was much, much better than making out with Bianca Martinez.
So his boyfriend's attempt to make him jealous worked, but barely, Gary figured. Still, that was no excuse. Gary liked playing this game.
In his Computer Development and Design class, aka do nothing but play games and go on Facebook. Gary was talking to Trace on Facebook that morning in school when he suddenly got an idea. To make Trace jealous, of course.
the boy next to me. he's cute ;)
um. Nice to know?
what? i can't argue truth
he's fun to stare at :D
"Hey Gary," said the boy sitting next to him, who truthfully wasn't unattractive, "How was the English test?"
"It was okay," Gary replied. "You just need to know the plot."
omg he just talked to me!!!!
is he blond?
Trace had every right to go up to Canada and slap Gary right across the face for making him so angry and jealous so much (after kissing him first, of course).
He also had every right to go off and dye his hair blond. But that was beside the point.
The next day he was staying after school for debate team and was listening to the one of the members, Brenda, speak to all of them, all the while talking to Gary on Facebook from the library's laptop. Not like anyone else in his club knew that he was (they thought he was taking a transcript.) Throughout watching Brenda talk, he noticed that she kept glancing at him inconspicuously.
dude i think shes checking me out
shes hot too ;)
were havin eye sex
ur having eye sex w/ a girl?
dude, u know i still like girls, right? :P
Shortly after debate team, Trace was still sitting in his library chair, talking to Gary while packing up his backpack, when Brenda came up to him, a little smile on her face. When Trace looked up, he was rather surprised at her presence but smile back.
"Hi Brenda," he said. "What's up?"
"Hey Trace," she said to him. "I, um. I was just wondering, if you wanted to hang out this weekend or something."
Trace grinned. "Sure."
guess who has a date with brenda tonite?
A few weeks later, Gary's parents finally allowed him to go back to New York to visit his boyfriend for a while. Gary boarded off the plane, looking around for his boyfriend as he dragged his suitcase along.
He spotted Trace at the gate entrance, staring straight at him. Gary grinned and ran over to him.
"Trace!" he exclaimed, running over to him and dropping his bags, before hugging him. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too." Trace smirked as they pulled back. "I'm surprised that you don't sound Candian."
"I'm surprised that you haven't dyed your hair blond," Gary retorted.
Trace rolled his eyes. "Have fun with all the blond guys you fangirled over?"
"Have fun with all the hot girls you made out with?" Gary gave his boyfriend a look.
"Fine, fine." Trace laughed. "I forgive you."
"I forgive you too. But I still have to punish you for making me more jealous than I did with you," Gary said to him.
Trace scoffed. "That's what you think."
Still, neither of them protested when Gary dragged him away in the airport and they proceeded to have hot make-up sex in the nearest bathroom.
This is a rebirthday gift for my gurrrrrl Subconscious-Flirt. Because I just love her so much (:
Disclaimer: I really don't care what you think about Justin Bieber or the name Bianca. If you're offended, so be it. If you're not offended, good for you.