Two Gay Nerds Fighting Novels & Stories

My old neighbors confirmed the years of abuse I had received at home. One neighbor slammed her fist down on the table, ranting, "Heartless monsters! Troy wasn't even 18, and they wanted to sell his organs for cash. And they wanted him to haul bricks to fund them. If he hadn't bolted in time, his whole life would have been ruined." The scar reports sealed it, and public opinion flipped. I cut ties with my parents legally and got real freedom. Zach found Shannon in a noisy, dim bar corner. "Shannon!"

The three males are unable to untangle themselves from so many vines, and I use that opportunity to call Austin, snarling at him, without even waiting for a response, “Get your damn packmates. I am sick of this bullshit!” My hands are trembling as I watch the males fight to release themselves. The middle one manages to do so, and rushes towards me. I can see death in his eyes, so I muster every bit of power still lingering within me and jerk my hand out, giving him the shock of his life. I can smell his burnt flesh as he is thrown backwards. Everything is quiet afterwards, except the two males screaming for Garett and Garett looking stunned, struggling to stand up. Austin arrives at some poi

“You’ve completely lost it. What century are we living in? So you kidnap me—then what? You think you can keep me as your prisoner forever?” In the middle of our heated argument, I suddenly started laughing. Two lawyers making out in public, then jumping into a shouting match… We looked like teenage lovers throwing a tantrum. “What are you laughing at?” he snapped, arms crossed over his chest. “Come on, tell me so I can laugh too!” “I’m laughing at us. We fight like cats and dogs, but can’t you feel it? The more we clash, the more drawn we are to each other.” “I want to go home.”

Derek thrust up to meet him, hands gripping Mike’s hips hard enough to bruise. They switched again after several intense minutes. Derek bent Mike over the arm of the couch, railing him from behind with deep, punishing strokes while reaching around to jerk him fast. Then Mike pushed Derek down and took control, fucking into him with long sensual thrusts, both men gasping and cursing through their denial. “I’m not gay,” Mike panted as he slammed into Derek’s tight ass, baby oil making the slide filthy and perfect. “Me neither,” Derek moaned, pushing back to take him deeper. “This is just one time. Never again.”

A massive dirt clearing surrounded by a circle of pine trunks, holding thick netted fencing, fight club chic but make it rustic. Quirky without a doubt, but the setting is not the problem. Leo and River are in the middle of the ring bare knuckle sparring. Both topless. Both sweaty. Both wearing gray fucking sweatpants. I don’t remember giving my legs permission, but they stagger forward anyway, trying to offer me up as tribute. My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked.

Perhaps, the way he sounded as he spoke or the fact that everything he said reeked of stupidity. “And if I don't? You’re gonna fight me?” He glared hard at me, lips pressed hard. “It'll only mean one thing.” Silence descended upon the room, our heavy breaths the only sound to be heard. “You're gay!” “What?” “I just said, if you keep defending Roberts, it means you're —” I landed a punch on his face before he could complete his words. He staggered, falling hard on his face. Blood trickled quickly from his nose as he struggled to his feet.

The anger radiating from him is palpable, and I can feel the tension in the air thickening. I’ve never seen Richie this upset before, and it’s honestly alarming. The mix of possessiveness, rage, and sheer determination creates an atmosphere that’s both intense and incredible. Kai laughs at Richie’s fierce comeback, but the moment quickly escalates when he tries to hit Richie. Richie’s reflexes kick in, and he blocks the attack, leading them into a chaotic fight where they start throwing punches at each other with reckless abandon.

“Different? Well, except for the fact that everyone around here looks like Rambo…no.” Troy laughs at that. “Yeah, exactly that. I don't know what to make of it.” Trish starts dressing in her jeans and shirt for the night. “And the fighting…” “Right…why are they always fighting? That’s not normal.” “High testosterone perhaps… not that that’s a bad thing… actually, the fight from before, the darker dude… he is on fire.” Trish prowls around the room while putting on some pink lipstick. “That’s the guy who bought us drinks last night.”

I don’t know who sent them here or what they were trying to prove, but they have managed to get on my last nerve. The three males are unable to untangle themselves from so many vines, and I use that opportunity to call Austin, snarling at him, without even waiting for a response, “Get your damn packmates. I am sick of this bullshit!” My hands are trembling as I watch the males fight to release themselves. The middle one manages to do so, and rushes towards me. I can see death in his eyes, so I muster every bit of power still lingering within me and jerk my hand out, giving him the shock of his life.