A thousand thoughts are running through his mind. Did that really just happen? What have I done? Does this change things between me and Frank? What if the guys find out? Why did I enjoy that so much? This can’t be real; I’m drunk. I want to do that again...
“Gerard, did you hear me?” Frank asked, sitting back down on the bed facing him. He turns his gaze towards Frank. Frank can see the mix of emotions flooding Gerard’s thoughts.
He sweeps Gerard’s sweat-drenched hair from his forehead, kissing it softly. “I’m gonna jump in the shower again. You need to think about doin’ the same.” Gerard nods his head, mentally unable to say anything. Frank smiles, somewhat amused.
“And pack your stuff so we can head out.”
Frank jumps up off the bed and walks into the bathroom.
Gerard hears the shower start running. He looks around for Frank, but he had shut the door completely behind him. Slowly Gerard pulls himself up and slides his legs over the side of the bed. His body continuing to tremble with the same mix of pain and pleasure, and even a little from the immense emotions he’s feeling. He drags himself up off the bed. As he turns to leave, he notices spots of bright red on the sheets but doesn’t give it much thought.
He grabs his clothes, quickly throwing his jeans and boxers on. Something inside of him is telling him he needs to get out of there before Frank gets out of the shower. Still fighting with his shirt, Gerard pulls the door open and steps out into the hall.
“Gerard,” a voice calls. Gerard freezes in the middle of pulling his shirt over his head, an overwhelming fear knotting his stomach. “Gerard,” the voice calls again. He could hear the calm in the voice, so he knows it’s not his brother.
Pulling his shirt on over his head and down where it belongs, he tries to keep his emotions from showing on his face. In front of him, Ray is holding his bags, an almost smug grin on his face. Gerard is aware he’s been caught, but tries not to act as if anything had happened in the closed room behind him.
“You ‘bout ready to go, I see,” he tries to sound calm, but failing miserably at it.
“Frank finally gotcha, huh?” Ray’s tone showing his amusement. “He’s wanted you for a while.” Gerard shifts, uncomfortable in this conversation.
Ray chuckles softly, “Look, man, I don’t care what ya’ do, as long as it doesn’t include me or the band. But you might wanna get away from his door and cleaned up before your brother finds you here like this.” Ray flashes a grin at him. “You reek of ‘Eau de Frank’,” Ray jokes as he walks on down the hall.
The mention of Mikey causes Gerard to remember their run in this morning.
He quickly glances back and forth down the hall, then dashes for his room. He slides into the room, shutting the door, and leaning back on it.
He is relieved to have been caught by Ray instead of Mikey. He looks around the room. He needs a drink, a strong one. He had used the last of the alcohol from the mini-bar this morning. He goes for his duffle bag. He always keeps something in there, just for this sort of occasion.
Finally, under his crumpled clothes he finds his hidden bottle of Jack. He unscrews the lid, dropping it on the floor. He looks at the bottle, wishing he didn’t have to drink it. But his body needs it. He doesn’t even bother with a cup. He turns the bottle up, filling his mouth with the warm liquid and swallowing it by the mouthful. He stops for a second to breathe. Again, the alcohol burn calms him just slightly.
He grabs the cleanest clothes he can find in his bag and heads for the bathroom, still clutching the bottle tightly. Frank and Ray had told him he needed a shower, so perhaps he should take one.
He reaches in the shower and turns the water on to warm up a little. He looks down at the bottle. For as much as he tells himself no, his hand doesn’t listen, bringing the bottle up to his lips, drinking more just the same as a moment ago. As he lowers the bottle, he realizes he has drank nearly three quarters of the bottle, then drops it with a loud thud as the glass bottle collides with the tile floor.
He climbs into the shower with his chest towards the water, enjoying the warmth of the water relaxing his muscles a while. He turns around to let the water flow over his back.
Suddenly the relaxation of the water is replaced by a searing, burning pain.
Gerard’s mind flashes back to Frank’s body leaning over him, the enormity of Frank’s penis inside of him, Frank’s reassuring words and gentle kisses trying to make the pain better. He leans out of the shower, the alcohol beginning to take full effect. He staggers, nearly falling out of the shower trying to reach the bottle of Jack on the floor. He finally reaches it, turning up the bottle to finish it off, actually getting some of it down his throat.
He feels it begin to pour down his chin,
then all he sees is darkness...
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