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“GOD DAMN IT.” Gerard half-yelled, letting the controller fall onto the ground in front of him, and let himself fall back against the couch while Ray laughed next to him.
“Shut up, don’t laugh at me. This is your fault.” Gerard groaned.
“No, it’s not.” Ray said, giggling because he did know it was his fault and he knew that Gerard knew that so he was laughing at him.
Gerard glared at Ray, who was too busy laughing while Mikey and Frank sat away from them, looking at them like they were insane. Gerard would say that they were also getting annoyed with Ray constantly winning mario kart, but they’d both won at least once, and Gerard kept losing, despite this literally being his apartment that he had his friends and boyfriend over in.
“I hate you.” Gerard said.
“Okay, love you too.” Ray said, moving to grab Gerards controller, and moving the game on so that they could play again because they all knew that Gerard wasn’t going to stop playing until he beat Ray.
“Y’know, you could take it easy on me. Go slow? Or fall off a cliff.” Gerard suggested as his controller got handed back to him. “Y’know, I am your boyfriend. You should go easier on me, obviously.”
Ray hummed, “Yeah, but it’s Mario Kart.”
“Yeah, but I’m ever so cute and you love me so much and I deserve to win just once.” Gerard said, looking at Ray, trying to look all cute and hoping that trying to convince him that way would work in his favor. He could hear Mikey fake gag to Frank who snorted at Gerard's failing attempts.
“Gee, I love you dearly, but I don't care how cute you are, I will beat your ass in Mario Kart.” Ray said, simply as the sounds at the beginning of the game started again, and Gerard knew he needed to focus if he wanted to win this one.
Gerard focused on the screen and revved forward the moment that the race started. Princess Peach had not failed him for years, and yet now, She’d failed him so many times against Ray and his stupid Rosalina Kart. Gerard turned the Wii remote and pressed on, hitting lucky block after lucky block. He had to win this time, and yet he could see Ray up in front of him, and Mikey and Frank slowly gaining on him.
Gerard hit a speed ramp and kept going, cursing silently as one of Franks shells hit him instead of Ray like it was probably supposed to because obviously his friends loved him and wanted him to win. He kept pushing forward, turning, twisting, gaining on them all, trying to get back into the front. On the second lap, he got ahead of Frank again, and kept pushing forward, getting past Mikey at the beginning of the third lap. Somehow, a shell made it past Gerard, and holy shit, it actually hit Ray. His kart had gotten extremely close to Rays now, and they were neck and neck. Gerard might actually win this time, and they were both reaching the finish line, getting to the end and-
“FINISH!”
“FUCK.” Gerard yelled. “Oh my god, I was so close to winning that time. I was literally right there. I cannot believe this.”
Ray said nothing as they watched his kart do the victory lap animation. Gerard watched, half in defeat, half in discontentment. He could hear the sighs of Frank and Mikey and he knew that they were going to switch to a different game after this that Ray was not freakishly good at.
“I’m gonna break up with you.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“No, I’m not.”