#pride starter

“You know grindr has to be blowing up in this place, right?”  Jason pointed out  with a little glance around with that telltale smirk of his as he gave a little wolf whistle at someone walking by in little more than a jockstrap and angel wings.  God. He loved this time of year.  It was god damn magical if you asked him. Jason himself was just wearing a crop top that looked like a sports jersey with the words “Big Dick Top”  written on the back along with the number 11 because he was just that cocky.  It didn’t help that the crop top show off his abs every time he’d reached up to rest his hand against the back of his neck- which he seemed to be doing anytime a cute twink or handsome guy walked by and- at pride? That was like every three seconds or so.  He’d matched his outfit with a pair of white, simple white sports shorts that seemed hint at a black jockstrap under it as it went just that little transluent under the afteroon sun. 

Armand was free, and that meant he could finally be himself, no apologies. For the first time in his life, he could go to Pride and be open about who he was. No closets, no lies. He threw on a rainbow T-shirt, which he’d dyed himself just for fun, and made his way to the gathering. He wasn’t entirely sure what he expected, but he couldn’t wait to find out.

Pride probably should have quit while he was ahead and left the building before the man he was pissing off could hurt him too much, but he was never very good at backing down. Even if the man was five times his size and could easily kill him.

Now, he was sat on the curb outside said building with his head on his hands, trying to figure out where he even was. He got hit in the head pretty hard.

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It had been a long fucking day. Yet another fight within the gang, and he had had to be dragged away from Sloth by Wrath and kicked out of the house to ‘cool down’.

Pride’s first choice had been a bar. Maybe a few drinks would calm him down.