Romantic Comedy Gay Novels & Stories

Gabrielle: “You’re slower than a turtle on vacation. No—slower than a sloth stuck in traffic. At this rate, I’ll be dancing at your wedding with a cane and an oxygen tank!” Freya: “...” Inner Devil 2: ‘I mean, she’s not wrong! Haha!’ Inner Devil: ‘I told you—parents forcing their grown kids into marriage is the original romantic comedy!’ Kenneth: “You’re being dramatic.” Gabrielle: “Dramatic? Kenneth, if I left you in a room with Cupid himself, you’d ask for a ‘grace period.’ I’m not being dramatic. It’s called intervention!” Freya: “...”

I was still short of words. Rosemary slapped my arm playfully. “Don’t look so frozen. I said it’s fine. I have no issue with you watching gay p**n. Actually, I have always fantasized about having my very own gay best friend. And with you, it feels like I am in one of those movies.”

I held her hands and stated bluntly, " I think she's a tart" I felt Gabby withdraw and flinch. " She's nothing like that. Watch your tongue!" " You're really gonna fight with me because of her? She's not gonna marry you, you know!" " Gay marriages are now legalized in most parts of the world" " You aren't gonna do LGBT now, right? That's so shameless!" " Richard, I don't wanna fight. Not today" Gabby said in such a low tone it sounded more like a whisper as she walked out.

“If only I could find the right words to describe him. I don’t understand why he doesn’t feel the same way I do. Could it be that he never wanted this marriage in the first place and only agreed because of his parents? Could it be he feels nothing for me at all? Or worse... maybe I’m not appealing enough to him as a woman. Maybe..." she swallowed hard, her eyes lowering in shame, “...maybe he prefers the opposite sex. I don’t know what else to think, Gina. I’m so confused. “If you ask me, I’ve done everything. I’ve tried to look beautiful for him, dressed up for him, smiled through everything. Even played dirty. I mean slotty dirty for him, but nar, nothing gets to him. The other day, I thou

commented the third gay, What?! Date? Performance level? Pregnancy? What?! are you kidding me?!" I asked them ."Hahahahahaha!"The 3 idiots just laughed >< "Of course! Of course! Why would your husband fix you up like that without a date and a hot romance right!?" answered the gay while grinning. "Exactly! That's why we'll gotta go!" they said in chorus and they winked at me at the same time and then turned away. -___-

Maybe I'll lead him on, help him get out of his clothes and leave him without them, so he has to walk to his car butt naked with all the paparazzi watching and taking pictures. No, he'd like that very much; the whole world staring at his dick that's actually very impressive. I shake my head, dismissing the thoughts as he hands me my popcorn. Maybe I'll shove the entire bag of popcorn and watch him choke on it. No, I don't want him to die. He's my mate. The movie, Love Strikes Back, is a romcom. Cupid shoots an arrow at a divorce attorney and makes him fall in love with a wedding planner. It'd be a great watch if I wasn't thinking of ninety nine ways to cut of Sinclair's dick.

Alex grinned. She stared at Alex, teary-eyed. "I love it. Thank you." "It's nothing," he murmured. "You seemed stressed out, and I thought something like this would help you relax." "It is. I already feel de-stressed," Camille laughed lightly. "Then how about we get you even more de-stressed?" He raised an eyebrow, pointing at the wide screen in front of them. "What do you say to romantic comedy?" "I say yes! Romantic comedy is my thing."

Ethan asked, already pulling up the streaming app on the massive flat-screen TV. I love watching romance movies, but it would be so weird watching one with him right now. Like, what if there are sex scenes? Oh God, I can't handle that, Jems thought, biting her bottom lip nervously. Her leg started bouncing up and down unconsciously. "Comedy," she said quickly, maybe too quickly. "I'd love to watch comedy." "Sounds good," Ethan said with an easy smile, scrolling through the comedy options. He selected a popular comedy movie, one that should have been hilarious based on its reviews, and pressed play. The opening credits started rolling, upbeat music filling the comfortable silence.

he demanded an answer. I couldn't help but laugh. I never heard anyone say something so ridiculous before. "Jacob please, you misunderstand!" "I'll have you know, I'm gay, but I have a type. Us gay guys don't fall all over for the first guy they see. They have standards. It's not any different than how straight couples work," Jacob firmly said.

He tried to make his friends cower and keep silent by glaring at them, but they were too invested in their fun to take notice of the look he was giving them. “Wait, does that mean you’re gay?” I asked dumbly. Claire looked at me and smiled in a very sweet, very teasing way. “You didn’t think you were the only homosexual on this table, did you? You should thank me. Now, Luke wouldn’t pick on only you; you have someone to share that burden with you.” “C’mon now, Luke. Be cool. This is 2024. You can’t possibly still hate gay people when their only crime is love.” Dante probed Luke with the edge of his fork, but the other guy just waved him off.