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Tyler loaded his rifle, looking down at Charlie who was sat in-front of him on both knees. Their relationship had always been more complicated, mostly because they had to keep their forbidden love secret.
“Char-chan, are you sure..?” Tyler muttered, nervously laughing. This was new for the both of them..
Tyler had always known Charlie must’ve had a thing for guns, since he made it very clear in his debates.
And them being hidden in the Utah school bathroom made this more exciting, Tyler was Charlie’s little school shooter.
“Yeah, Tyler. Just do it.. the debates with Dean have gotten me so pent up. I need this release.”
Dean was Charlie’s bitter ex, who turned leftist after their break up. Charlie hated the constant debates with him, Dean so clearly just needed the attention.
“If anything goes wrong, I love you.”
“What does I love you mean in Latin?”
The barrel of the rifle got shoved up Charlie’s mouth, to shut him up. He gagged but his gummy smile came through.
“..You’re my dirty little debater. Such a filthy boy~” Tyler mocked. It made Charlies dick twitch.
“I’m gonna shoot your head clean off..” Tyler was seated on the toilet lid, legs spread. Surprisingly he was very much into this too.
Charlie choked on the gun again, but started bobbing his head on it slightly. He was taking it like a good boy..
“F-Fuck! Charlie, jesus.. didn’t know you were into this sorta stuff.” Tyler nervously exclaimed, looking at Charlie with fascination.
Charlie didn’t bother to answer, he just looked up at Tyler through furrowed brows. God, they were both so hard..
“You’re such a gross little tease.. bet you’re imagining that I’m Dean.” That slipped out, and Tyler immediately bit his lip and looked at Charlie for a reaction.
Instead of denying it, he moved his tongue over the gun now, taking more of it.
Tyler could feel his dick trying to escape his tight jeans.
“..You are, aren’t you? I’ll punish you for that. I’ll pull the trigger and splatter your blood across this stall.”
Charlie didn’t objectify. He kept moving, and now Tyler actually placed his finger over the trigger. He slid his finger over it.. the power feeling it gave him.. it was so good.
BANG!!
The gun, being slightly pointed down, shot right through Charlie’s neck, splitting it apart.
His blood poured onto Tyler’s crotch and pants.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! He had done it, and his mind raced. What now? What is he supposed to do?
He watched as Charlie’s body fell back, limp. WHY WAS IT SO HOT? His little face, rounded by layers of way too much skin.. all ruined now.
His gummy smile, or the remains of it, were now scattered on the floor. Teeth and hair, blood and brain. For a second Tyler thought he could see the Mona Lisa forming in the puddled blood.
“They’re gonna.. FUCK! Charlie, I don’t have the time to eat your corpse.. but you’re rich and I’m leftist so I have to!” He muttered angrily.
To quickly eat the rich, he leaned down and licked a bit of the blood off the not so clean bathroom floor.
That works.
He get’s up, now walking through the school halls with his loaded gun. He wish he had time to jerk off, but the clock is ticking.
Charlie had a debate in a few hours, meaning that the school was full of MAGA’s. Aka, easy targets.
He started aiming at a blonde girl walking by with a red maga hat. “Hey, fascist! Catch!” He yelled out before pulling the trigger.
She fell down.
He kept a steady pace, now running from class to class to shoot all the red hatted racists. It was easy, really. Like they wanted to be shot.
Eventually, he took out 67 people. He frowned as he watched the FBI surround the school. “Notices police.. OWO, what’s this?”
He says as he snipes down one of the responding officers.
He continues sprinting down the halls, dodging the snipers trying to get him. He runs back to the bathroom where he left Charlie’s body.
It was now laid on the ground. Inside the stall, on the toilet, was Dean.
Tyler took a deep inhale. “Dean.. why are you here?”
Dean was crying, and to be honest, he was a very ugly crier. “I- You shot him! You monster! Who do I use as a content farm now?” Dean sobbed.
“Dean.. he died doing what he loved. Defending pedophiles and debating college students.. it’s okay.” Tyler didn’t know why he was comforting Dean.
He patted his shoulder and they both looked down at Charlie’s body.
“..One last jerk circle?” Dean whispered. Tyler simply nodded and the both of them whipped their dicks out.
They groaned and whimpered, and Tyler used Charlie’s blood as lube. Eventually they both finished at around the same time, strings of cum shooting over Charlie.
“This is what he would’ve wanted.” Tyler smiled, quickly aiming the gun at Dean’s head and blowing his head smooth off.
He started down at the mess before turning the gun on himself, and committing the political act of suicide.