Previous: "Dad Can't Know I'm Gay": An Abraham Gemstone Romance, with a special appearance from Pontius and Stacy
“Hey, cool off," he called down. "Give your tongues a rest. Is that all you ever do?”
Pontius raised his head. “Of course not," he said with an evil grin. "We do a lot of stuff. Wanna watch?”
It was Vance Simkins, the megachurch pastor whose homophobic rants almost pushed Kelvin back into the closet, before he rallied, came out on national television, and won the Top Christ Following Man of the Year Award.
“The security station was letting everybody through, if they said they were coming for the party. What party?"
“Kelvin and Keefe's Game Night," Jesse said, omitting the "queer."
But Vance caught on anyhow. "Good thing I dropped by. Is this one of them decadent parties with little holes in the wall, so you can stick your dick through and anybody who wants can suck it? And guys hanging in leather stirrups, so anybody who wants can screw them?”
“It’s just board games,” Stacy said.
"But the party you're planning sounds fun, too," Pontius added. "Can Stace and I get an invitation?"
Vance grinned. "Well, if it’s
perfectly innocent, you won’t mind if I come along.”
“It’s for queer youth and their allies under age 25," Jesse said. "Now, you’re obviously queer, but you haven't been 25 since...The Battle of Fort Sumter?”
"Besides," Stacy added, "A lot of the kids are traumatized by growing up in homophobic churches. Some are closeted, worried that their parents will reject them, even kick them out of the house. It's supposed to a safe space -- no homophobes allowed."
“I am not a homophobe, young lady, or fella, or whatever you think you are. I just want to see the kinds of games homo...um, queer youth play. Or should I call the police and tell them about the underaged homosexual sodomy going on in Kelvin's little den of iniquity?"
Jesse sighed. He was probably bluffing, but... "Ok, Vance, you talked me into it. We'll go over and check it out. Boys, you go on ahead. We'll be there in a bit."
There were only two ways to get into the party: they had to either turn 21 again, or bring food. Jesse dragged Vance to the kitchen, and they loaded up the two trays of lemon bars that Amber was planning to bring to the Marital Problem Group tomorrow -- he would drop by the all-night bakery and replace them later.
They had to park on the lawn at Kelvin's house. There were about a dozen cars parked outside, plus two church vans. Assuming that they carpooled, Jesse estimated that there were about fifty teenagers and young adults at the party. Hopefully none of them were kissing!
Kelvin's boyfriend Keefe answered the door with his fists raised. "Pontius and Stacy told us you would be trying to get in. But we don't allow homophobes."
"Down, boy!" Vance said with a laugh. "I promise to be on my best behavior."
"We're just dropping off some snacks for the group. Two dozen lemon bars -- Amber and our housekeeper Tanya made them."
Keefe looked suspicious, but he dropped his fists. "Well, I do love a good lemon bar. Come on in."
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They carried the trays from the foyer into the formal parlor, where about twenty people were sitting in small groups. Kelvin, leading what sounded like a Gay Trivia game, nodded at them.
"Hey, Buddy," Vance said, "Isn't that your son Geraldine? The one who wants to be a preacher?"
It was definitely Gideon and his friend Clay, the Classics major -- really, who majored in Latin? -- sitting with their backs to them, playing a "How well do you know your partner" game with two girls, one with pink hair.
"They must be here as allies. See, they're with their girlfriends." Why hadn't Gideon mentioned having a girlfriend?
More after the break. Caution: Explicit
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