[Oh god. Brendan thinks he might throw up.] UHhHHhHHhhhhhhHHHhhh hahaha ha.a..ha.h… he..e..y…y.yyy.yyYYy.yy.YYy…. [This is so awkward and embarrassing. Red is already creeping up his neck and his ears and up onto his cheeks. He tugs at the band of his hat, pulling it down to cover his eyebrows.] UmM…. I’ve been. F…i…nn.e…e.e….. what about… yo..u.
you heard it here first, folks!
damion and brendan are gay for each other! this dickly duo kissed not too long ago after a kissing game gone good.
that seems to be the trend these days, turning gay after a girl gone wrong
sorry hikari and may, you gals had your chance. now it’s time for the guys to mend each other’s hearts the best way they know how
no homo? yeah right
GOD DAMN It
Wait, what?
[ALL THE COLOR DRAINS FROM BRENDAN’S FACE AND THEN HE BLUSHES REALLY BRIGHT RED. HE PRESSES HIS LIPS TOGETHER AND BACKS UP A FEW STEPS] n…o…. bye. [he leaves, walking as fast as he can without it actually being considered a run.]
you heard it here first, folks!
damion and brendan are gay for each other! this dickly duo kissed not too long ago after a kissing game gone good.
that seems to be the trend these days, turning gay after a girl gone wrong
sorry hikari and may, you gals had your chance. now it’s time for the guys to mend each other’s hearts the best way they know how
no homo? yeah right
GOD DAMN It
[Unable to come up with a real answer, Damion just lets an anguished sort of groan spill out of him. Kissing games are a bad thing, he feels as if he should already fucking know that, but it’s just different when Brendan rubs it in his face— chicken, chicken, I knew you’d lose.
He runs his hands over his face.]
Man, I doubt you wanna hear it, but it’s not you, it’s me! [Scratching at his hairline with stress, the blond sighs.] Don’t take it personal, haha, I mean, ‘m not like— y’know, May, or whatever! I’m just!
[He presses his lips together into a line and looks outwardly, eyes distressed for a short while and then he speaks, panicked, as if Brendan wouldn’t realise his point unless he repeated it for emphasis.]
That was homo! That WAS homo!
[Haha. Yeah, you’re not May all right.] Ha..h.a. Right! [It’s just a dumb game between totally straight friends. Yeah. That is exactly what this is — Dame isn’t May, it’s not like there was anything riding on this. To be fair, he DID think that the blond was going to pull away before it got to that point. Haha. That was Brendan’s second kiss.
With a dude. He rubs his hand over his face and then falls back on his bed. He’s doomed. If this gets out by that fucking ridiculous mysterious gossip monger, the whole school will think he’s gay. Then he’ll be in even worse shape than he already is — he lets out a grown. What a nightmare.]
Dude! No one hast’a know! We’re alone here, okay? No one’s gotta know that we… kissed. It doesn’t mean you’re a homo or anything ok. God’s still watchin’ you or whatever. [He gestures slightly to Damion’s cross necklace, with a not-very-well concealed roll of his eyes. He’s not big on religion, he’s more of a scientific guy, but. Whatever.] Whatever! Whatever, it’s cool man. I said no homo after, so… [He’s trying to make a joke here, and you can tell because he laughs. He laughs at his own damn joke. Okay.]
[Damion actually can feel his eyes welling up with tears. He wishes he had lost again; HE IS VERY DISTRESSED!! Slapping his hands over his face, he falls back onto Brendan’s bed.]
THIS IS A DUMB GAME!! WHO INVENTED THAT GAME?! [He rolls onto his side and curls up. His words come out muffled.] EVERYTHIN’ IS TERIBBRLE, BREN,m
[Jeeze did it upset him that bad? If Bren didn’t have such a big ego, he would probably be offended.]
Wah— ! Dude, chill out! It’s just a dumb game… [He doesn’t make any moves to comfort Damion in any way though, after all… they just. Kissed. On the mouth. Not even in a joking way it was like. It was real man. Brendan swallows and wipes off his mouth again, frowning.] I mean… kissin’ me isn’t that bad, right! Haha…. [HAHA… YES. kissing people works out very well for Brendan whether he likes them romantically or not. A+ job here Brendan.]
No WAY! [It comes out strong at first, but Damion opens his eyes in the middle of WAY, and it comes out more like WAyeEYy.] YOU QUIT! I’m GONNA WIN!
[His voice cracks. He is feeling weak. He wants to push Brendan away or maybe just hightail it out of there, but— god dammit. Making an ugly face, Damion stares down the bridge of his nose at Brendan and blows out air into his face. He licks his lips and sets his jaw. Their noses touch.]
[Brendan snorts. Dame’s totally losin’ it.] Not a chance!!!
[But he has to admit — he’s surprised. Dame usually backs down by now, they’re never made it so far that their noses touch. Even Brendan slows down a bit, but he doesn’t stop until — fuck.
Their lips are touching. They’re actually kissing now, like their lips are actually totally touching because Brendan didn’t even realize it until it was too late and he jerks back, his eyes wide. He wipes of his lips with the back of his hand.]
I… uh. I guess you win, haha!
[How can you make this not totally gay.]
N…o… homo???????????????????
[Damion just about pisses himself and makes a wimpy ‘eep’ noise— wincing back out of pure reflex. Somehow, his hand finds its way to clutch around his cross, as if the Lord will give him strength to win this game. Or at least maintain his pride.
Luckily, he hasn’t gone far back enough that it can be considered a forfeit, but his shoulders are up to his ears.
He makes to exhale, maybe to calm himself down, but he’s so flustered he ends up spraying spit in Brendan’s face, ears and nose flushing red as his eyes squeeze shut.]
[Brendan smirks. He’s got Dame wrapped around his finger in this game, and he keeps his eyes closed, because he knows it’ll freak him out even more — and he doesn’t stop moving closer. Until he feels spit being sprayed on him.]
Uck, Dame! [His eyes jolt open, and he’s suddenly a lot closer than he remembers to the blond. He uses his hand to wipe off the spit, and his fingers just brush up against Damion’s lips. They’re really close.]
You ready to quit, huh, Dame?
Like his nostril, or the space between his eyebrows, that sort of works.]
Quit lookin’ at me like that! That’s gotta be cheating! [He huffs and gradually they make it to an inch. This is where the game Really Begins.]
[Damion doesn’t even seem to be breathing at this point. Brendan smiles a bit — he’s got this in the bag. Dame never even stood a chance.]
Cheating??!? Are you kiddin’ me Dame! [He rolls his eyes. They are getting dangerously close, but Brendan’s good. He’s cool calm and collected. Mr. Cool. The King of Gay Chicken.] Would you rather me… [here, he closes his eyes as if they were really about to kiss.] Do this? [He leans in a bit further, they’re roughly 3/4 of an inch apart now.]
[Dame parks it RIGHT FUCKING THERE. HE IS READY TO WIN THIS. HIS MIND IS AN IMPENETRABLE FORTRESS. HE IS CONFIDENT IN HIS SEXUALITY. He pulls up his legs onto the bed and sits indian style, hunching forward to his challenger.
He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath.]
ALRIGHT! ONE… TWO…. [His eyes open, fierCE WITH THE DESIRE TO WIN AND NOTHING MORE.] THREE.
[Never once does the thought “this is so fucking gay” cross Brendan’s mind. I do not know what I’m gonna do with him. He also brings up his legs and crosses them criss cross applesauce. He rests his hands on his thighs and huffs out a harsh breath through his nose.
He gives a nod, a look of tenacious desire to win written all over his face. He’s got this. He’s gonna win this no matter how much practicing Dame has done.
On the count of three, he starts moving in, his eyes locked on Damion’s, a bit of a smirk apparent in them.]
[well, since everyone is expecting something like this, it would be a shame not to deliver. damion and brendan have grown close enough since their first meeting— brendan not being terribly afraid to hang out with the blond, being that he honestly didn’t have many friends beforehand.
and damion? well, he always has time for everything, it would seem.
various games of gay chicken with brendan included. because apparently that’s a thing that is socially acceptable to do in private that implies absolutely nothing at all. just a fun game.
damion has always been the chicken, drawing back usually before he can even feel brendan’s breath on him, and it’s really starting to hit a sore spot for the blond. he doesn’t take kindly to losing.]
alright, bb! i’ve been practicing, so there’s no way you’re gonna win this time!
[he strides into brendan’s dorm with flared nostrils and a shining pride about himself. how the hell does someone practice for gay chicken?]
[Brendan is truly a gay chicken champion. He will go as far as he needs to go — really, Brendan is about as gay as you can be without being a real homosexual.
So that’s why Damion always pulls back first (though Brendan may have the sneaking suspicion that the guy is a bit of a homophobe, but that’s a different rp for a different time). Because Brendan rocks at this game.]
Hah, yeah right, Dame. [Brendan puffs out his chest a bit, lookin’ very manly. Very cool, very hip, very—] Then park it right here! [He points a finger down next to him.] Because it is sooo on!
