Two Gay Nerds Fighting Novels & Stories

“I could pull out her extensions? What shitty shows are you watching?” He shrugged. “Isn’t that how girls fight when they really hate each other?” “Is that how guys fight when they hate each other?” I countered. He shrugged again. “Yeah. We also fight that way when we don’t hate each other. In case you haven’t noticed, men are sort of stupid when they get together.” “Your gender does tend to run stupid in general,” I teased, “but girls are more sneaky. Slipping Molly into Rose’s juice is exactly the sort of fighting we tend to do. The bigger the hate, the more dangerous the manipulation.”

That heated argument ended in a ridiculous twist, with the three of us forced to sleep in three separate rooms like feuding boarders. This morning, the scene before me sent shivers down my spine. Two men, both tall and with shoulders as wide as a double-door refrigerator, were fighting over the kitchen countertop. The atmosphere was tense. I could only lean my shoulder against the doorframe, silently praying that no meat cleaver would fly or— CRASH!

I went to the guys’ closet and pulled out one of Kai’s tank tops and a pair of my shorts since Q’s parents should be here any time. I padded over to the guys and sat down on the floor between their legs. I leaned my head on Xander’s knee and watched as they battled it out in some fighting game. They bickered and I could not help but laugh. They sounded like siblings. Wait no. I shook my head. That would make it awkward. They were like best friends. That I could get behind.

“Why don’t you get on the bed and find out? Since you’re so curious about gay sex, I can fuck you. Maybe you’d like it.” Spencer’s face twisted with rage. “Don’t you dare project your disgusting sickness onto me, faggot.” He shoved me with both hands, hard. I flew backward, crashing into the boards with a loud bang. Pain shot through my shoulder. “What the fuck? Get your hands off him!” Reed’s roar cut through the arena like thunder. Before I could even process it, he was there — grabbing Spencer by the jersey and slamming him against the glass. His fist flew, landing heavy punches across Spencer’s face.

"I did and this is a good reason. To reason with them, you need time. By the time you take the chance to get a single word out their teeth will be sinking into your flesh, tearing you limb from limb." I focused my attention on Quade and Griffin. The narcissistic old man had his filthy hands around Quade's neck. Quade's face was turning a bright hue of red, one I could see even in the darkness. The silence in the air was thick, adding to the gloomy atmosphere. Each person watching this fight had hope in their eyes as we figuratively sat at the edge of our seats in anticipation. Quade did a maneuver that instantly had Griffin releasing him, a sickening crunch mixing with Griffin's cries as his

Ugh! "What is wrong with you two? Why the hell are you fighting?" "We are not fighting!" We both said in the chorus. We looked at each other sharply when we realize we both spoke at the same time. Ugh! I look away. He is annoying! "Really? You two are not fighting, huh? It looks like you are going to kill each other if I don't interfere." "Shut up, Sab. We are not fighting." I say. "Okay. Okay. If you insist. Gosh, you guys look so weird."

Davis replied as he winked They both stayed silent for a while and did not say anything to each other while they stood and stared at each other, I could already sense the tension in the room. Damn champ they are both like having a staring competition for you. Oh keep shut sub con, I mean you must be really hot now, for two hot dudes to want to fight because of you. Fight?! Who said anything about fighting? They are just having a steamy argument. Lol are you draft champ? Do you not know when a fight is about to break out? They are just having a regular safe exchange of words. Wait what? Are you being serious right now sub con? In 5 seconds, a punch will explode, 5 4

We all go to the other room and everyone poops, normally when one does they all do it, we give all four of them a bath and Jennifer and Enrico come by to say hi. “I bet they’ll be on good terms soon, they always have these silly little fights,” Jennifer comments when I talk about Dad and my father-in-law. “I also think, it’s not just love for two days,” Oliver speaks and I agree. “The best thing about fighting is reconciliation, reconciliation SEX is so hot...” Enrico spells it out. “That’s true, there’s nothing better than kicking the can after a fight,” Oliver says amused. “Yes, put a dent in the hood of the Beetle,” Enrico says laughing and Oliver jumps into it.

I could only imagine how silly my father looks while he's storming about the place, blowing off his steam. "Is his face red again?" I ask Nero, happy about the chance to change the topic. I can enjoy the intimate moment in his arms without discussing the details of anything we do together. Besides, why should we if it feels so darn good? "Yeah," Nero laughs, his hot breath tickling my skin. "He looks grand. I swear his head could explode if he won't let out the pent-up anger. He's a weird man, though. He married his gay son to another man and thought nothing might happen between them? Delusional."

All were amazing but a short clip was eye-catching that video was a small part of Chase and Nishma's dancing at Ansh's musical night. And Elders were busy bickering but the fighting was only between Neil and Daniel. RATHORE, GREY, and KASHYAP were all listening to them and thought how childish they were. "I'm her father so I've made the preparation", Neil spoke grumpily. Nishma felt her head spin at their arguments and interrupted loudly, "What are you people even fighting about?" The fighting pair answered simultaneously, "Dowry" Nishma and everyone blankly stared at the fighting duo.