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Hello everyone. So this is my first one-shot. I’m sorry if it’s rubbish but I would really appreciate it if you would take the time to tell me what you think, negative or positive. I must warn you, this one-shot is pretty long-winded and doesn’t go straight into the Frertard-ness as I have a tendency of going into detail too much, so please be patient and don’t just give up reading it. There will also some sexual content and a bit of kinky-ness ;). Also, it’s all in Franks P.O.V. Enjoy…or not.


Frank’s Perspective

‘’So where’s Gee?’’ Mikey asked me in particular as he flicked the kettle on whilst picking up a mug from the draining board. I let out a sigh. We go through this same routine everyday after every show at 8.30pm on the dot; Mikey asking me the same question that we both knew the answer to. But there’s always a twinge of hope that the next day there would be a different answer. Even though the possibility wasn’t even worth considering.

‘’Usual.’’ I simply answered, but that one word was the response that always sent a flash of emotions across Mikey’s face. Which were the usual. He firstly winced a little, which was then replaced by his forehead creasing up with worry, but then his face became blank; transfixed with a bored, knowing expression. But his physical actions expressed anger; the way he slammed the mug down on the worktop whilst opening the pot of instant coffee with such force that coffee granules sprayed across the counter. I stared ahead with a blank expression, completely used to Mikey’s reaction. He finally managed to calm down and started wiping up the spilt coffee. I handed him his sidekick, knowing what he was going to do next.

He muttered a thanks and dialed in Gerard’s number. I stood there waiting to hear the same conversation between them I hear every night; Mikey asking where Gerard was even though he already knew and telling him pointless precautions that he never followed, whilst hearing Gerard’s delirious tone musically ringing in the background. But this time it didn’t come. Just silence.

Mikey furrowed his eyebrows together as he slowly took the phone away from his ear, ‘’He didn’t answer…’’ He stated with disbelief as he looked at me with big eyes. My face didn’t move from its serene, vacant state. If I’m being honest, I wasn’t surprised at all. I knew that one day he would forget to turn his phone on, not charge it or just blatantly ignore it. And one of us would have to go over to collect Gerard like a child at pre-school. It was like waiting for a bomb to go off; just a matter of time.

Even though I knew this would happen, I still couldn’t help but feel pissed off. It seems on this tour, apart from performing every other night, we are revolving our lives around Gerard. We are the ones that sometimes have to stay up till three in the morning to wait for Gerard to get back to the tour bus. We are the ones that have to sober him up by forcing litres of water down his throat before interviews. We are the ones that have to hold back his hair while he’s puking. And we are the ones that have to put up with his insistent whining about how we are ‘boring motherfuckers’ and how ‘Bert is so much more fun’. And every time we go through the same procedure day in and day out, we never get a thank you in return. He acts like it never happened and does it again. And again. And again. Y’know, it would just be nice for him to show at least a little fucking respect and appreciate that we are the ones that clean up the mess he makes without getting anything in return. But you know what really irritates me? Irritates me so much that I can feel the blood boil beneath my skin just thinking about it? The fact that he does not care about how what he does affects others. His friends. True friends. Not like Bert fuckin’ McCrackhead. The friends that care for him and stick around even when treated like shit. Not the so-called ‘friends’ that intoxicate themselves with drugs to have fun. But Gerard seems to worship his so-called friend more than his true friends. And that just makes me think about why I should even bother. He’s being a selfish asshole who needs to grow the fuck up. But when I even think about having a life without Gerard Way, I get this indescribable pain that gnaws at my insides. Because I can’t imagine a life without him.

I mean, it’s not like I’m in love with him or anything. No way. It’s just, my life would be unbelievably dull without him in it. When Gerard is sober, he is the most funny, caring, interesting guy you could ever hope to meet. And that it why I stick around for him. I just need to constantly remember this image to prevent myself from ever giving up. I slowly closed my eyes and opened them back up after a few seconds when I then saw Mikey pacing up and down the tour bus.

‘’Dude, calm down. He’s only on The Used’s bus down the road.’’ He then stopped pacing and looked at me with fear in his eyes.

‘’I know, but I’m worried about what they’re doing on there.’’, Referring to both Bert and Gerard because whatever Bert does, Gerard will do too. I bet if Bert told him to jump off a fuckin’ cliff he would. And all because in Gerard’s eyes, Bert is the ‘most awesome guy ever’. I swear, I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve heard those words come out of his mouth, sober or not.

‘’Well, it’s obvious what they do on there…’’ I murmured through the sudden anger that burned inside of me. And the anger was aimed at Bert McCracken. Right now, I hated him. I hated how he took Gerard down with him into the deep, dark hole he was already in. And why? Because he felt like it? Because he wanted someone to have ‘fun’ with? Or maybe because none of his band mates would join in so he saw Gerard and thought he’d do? Whatever the reason was, it would never be a good enough excuse. I am not a violent person, but right now, I really could punch him in that ‘awesome’ face of his…

I felt a pain tearing through the flesh of my palms as I quickly unclenched my fists. My nails had dug so deep into the skin that I had drew blood. I wiped my hands on my jeans and looked up at Mikey who was now tapping the counter with his fingernails nervously. I’d never seen the usually quiet, calming Mikey look so worked up before. I felt a shot of sympathy for him. He shouldn’t have to be looking out for Gerard. Gerard’s his older brother, he should be the one looking out for Mikey. It’s just not right. I went over to him and put my arm around him.

‘’Look Mikes, I’m sure his phone is dead or he’s just forgot to turn it on or something. We all do it at least once.’’ I assured him, but he still looked glum and the creases on his forehead didn’t seem to be fading.

‘’But he always answers…’’ He whispered very quietly, but each word contained pure shock.

‘’Yeah but you can’t always answer the phone every time it rings. Unless you’re Superman or something.’’ He finally managed to crack a smile that illuminated his features, and for a second there, he looked just like Gerard. My breath caught in my throat from the startling resemblance.

‘’You’re right. Thanks man. For being so optimistic, I mean. I really needed it.’’ He said while giving me a hug. I hugged him back whilst chuckling.

‘’No problem, anytime. But just in case, we’ll wait till 11 and if he hasn’t come back or called back by then, then we’ll call him and if he doesn’t answer then I guess one of us will have to go over there.’’ I mumbled the last bit knowing Mikey wasn’t going to like that part one bit. I felt him stiffen in the embrace. He slowly released me and stepped back, looking at me with wide, amber eyes. Even though I dislike what Bert is doing to Gerard, I can tolerate him. Just like Gerard, he can be okay when he’s sober and not high. Infact, he can be quite fun to be around, if you like his kind of person. But Mikey loathes him and can’t stand to be anywhere near him. He blames Bert entirely for how Gerard is. Which, I guess I can understand. But even though a large majority of it is down to Bert, some of the blame is Gerard’s. I mean, even though Bert influenced Gerard to do some of the shit he does, Gerard was stupid enough to agree to do it aswell. As much as I hate to admit it, it’s true. But I’d never dare say it to Mikey. I don’t want to upset him more than he already is.

‘’Frank, you can’t expect me to…it’s just…I don’t think I can…y’know? Does that make me a bad brother?’’ He shamefully said, looking at me with a questioning expression. I started to laugh to ease the situation.

‘’No, no, of course not Mikey. I totally understand and I didn’t expect you to. Listen, I’ll go over if that’s the scenario we end up in, kay? Honestly man, it doesn’t at all make you a bad brother. You just can’t face him because he’s messing your bro around. It’s completely understandable. Okay?’’ I said as I stared him in the eyes. He nodded slowly as he was thinking about it. I smiled at him and patted him on the back.

‘’Cool. So let’s just relax for now and do what we’d do if this hadn’t happened. I think that’s the least we deserve.’’ He smiled at me as he stretched his arms above his head.

‘’Yeah, I’m fucking starving anyway.’’ And that was his last reply as he picked up a pizza leaflet on top of the refrigerator and walked over to the sofa where Ray and Bob were playing Guitar Hero III, oblivious to it all.



My eyes felt strained from staring at the digital clock on the T.V for so long. I had been looking at it for as long as I had sat down, which had now been officially one hour and fifty minutes. The clock blinked onto 10.58. The anticipation of waiting for Gerard’s call had seriously been driving me crazy and I knew the last two minutes would send me into overdrive. I scrambled for my cell and dialed in the digits impatiently. First ring. Second ring. Third ring. The ringing seemed to be mocking me as I silently waited for each ring to end; to hear Gerard’s giggly voice on the other end of the line. But once again, it didn’t come. I pulled the phone away from my ear and clicked ‘end’. I looked over at Mikey who was anxiously biting on his bottom lip, griping onto his knees so hard his knuckles were white. I breathed out a long sigh and slowly got up. The guys all looked up at me, alert.

‘’You’re going over then.’’ Ray stated more than questioned. Mikey and I had let them in on everything and they gave the same reaction. Well, Bob gave the same calming response I did and Ray was all anxious and jittery like Mikey. Ray’s always been quite protective of Gerard and lectures him daily about it and tries to help him. Not that he ever listens or takes any notice in anything he says. He’s had many arguments with Ray about it as he thinks Ray’s trying to ruin his fun. But now when Gerard retorts angrily to Ray, Ray doesn’t press on the issue anymore and just ignores him. He’s learnt that there really isn’t any point in arguing back because Gerard will never listen. He needs to figure it out for himself.

‘’Yeah I better go just to make sure. At least we’ll find out if all this worrying and awkwardness was for nothing. See you guys later.’’ A couple of ‘byes’ and a ‘see ya’ was muttered as I picked up my cellphone and headed towards the door.

‘’Frank?’’, Mikey called behind me, ‘’Yeah?’’ I answered without turning round, my hand lingering on the door handle.

‘’Thanks.’’ He said, standing behind me. I turned around to give him a smile.

‘’It’s alright.’’ I said honestly. I then opened the door and closed it behind me with a simple click.



Once I reached The Used’s bus, I dropped my burning cigarette to the ground and let out a deep breath as I prepared myself for what I could be met with. I knew that Jepha, Quinn and Brandon weren’t going to be in because they were talking about going to check out some club or something. The most likely option I was going to have to deal with was Gerard and Bert both high and wasted acting like complete twats. And I would have to somehow get Gerard up to the tour bus without him collapsing or puking. Which would be highly unlikely. I took in a deep breath and knocked on the door. I heard some high-pitched giggling come from inside. It could only have come from Bert. Finally, the door was opened by Bert who was dressed in black khaki shorts and a red tee that had an arrow pointing upwards saying ‘The Man’ and an arrow pointing downwards towards his…area saying ‘The Legend’. I really hoped he was being ironic. I rolled my eyes and looked up to Bert’s face, who was smiling like a monkey on crack. He must have taken something, there’s no other reason why he should look so deranged.

‘’Hey Frankie, how you doing?’’ He asked in a chirpy voice. I let out yet another sigh as I looked into his baby blue eyes, which were sparkling like every other part of him.

‘’How do you do it?’’ I accidentally asked out loud. His face for once looked confused, the smile deflating into a frown.

‘’Huh? Sorry, you lost me there.’’ He said as he scratched his stubble. Another sigh escaped my lips as I decided to explain.

‘’You just…You always just seem so alive, y’know? Like, there’s never a time when you’re all depressed or mopey. You’re always smiling and giggling and you always seem happy. How the fuck do you do it?’’ Even though I already knew the answer, I still asked. I don’t know why, I just did. And for a moment there, a moment so small I wasn’t even sure I really saw it, a flash of pain crossed his face. Like there was a reason behind it all that he didn’t want anyone to know. Was it all for show? I struggled to come to terms with this possibility. There could be no way that Bert could fake all his crazy antics, his hyper personality and his girly squeals that I had become so used to. It was verging on impossible. He then leered at me; giving me a flirty, seductive smile that slowly spread across his face that was kinda sexy. Sort of.

‘’Well Frankie baby, I can make you feel alive anytime you want. I mean, c’mon, have you read the shirt?’’ He pointed to his shirt whilst raising his eyebrows. I snorted at him.

‘’Yeah I have read it. And I think you need to get a felt tip pen, preferably permanent, and cross out the ‘Legend’ part and above it write ‘Weener’. You want me to spell it for you?’’ He let out a giggle, tilting his head back while doing so and then slowly stepped out towards me; his warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered softly.

‘’Well, anytime you want to check out my ‘weener’, let me know.’’ He then licked my ear and jumped back onto the bus giggling hysterically. I started to laugh then, his giggling becoming contagious.

‘’You are one crazy fucker.’’ I muttered playfully under my breath as I wiped away Bert’s saliva that coated my ear.

Once I stepped onto the bus, I was firstly met by a blow of warm air that relieved me from the bitter chill of the night. But I was then met by something not so relieving, which ended up me being on the floor.

‘’What the hell? Are you fucking crazy?!?’’ I shouted with annoyance. Gerard just stayed where he was on top of me, laughing with no intention to stop. This caused me to be even more annoyed. And then it just got worse.

‘’BUNDLE!!!’’ Bert shouted with glee and then jumped on top of Gerard, quite literally. This had to be the most uncomfortable situation ever; two guys, most probably intoxicated, on top of me with their faces inches from mine, not in any hurry to move from their positions. Which was very unnerving as one of them was leaning on my member, slightly rubbing against it. And I’m not sure if it was meant to be unintentional…

‘’We were hoping you would come over.’ Gerard told me as he slowly licked his lips. Did he really just do that? And was it just me or was Bert’s fingers trailing up my thigh towards my crotch? Or have I breathed in too many of the drug and alcohol fumes that surrounded me? Though I have to admit, I don’t think they are actually high because you can tell when Gerard is as his eyes become dilated, which they weren’t right now…I shook my head as if to try and shake away the questions that consumed my mind. It didn’t work but I managed to ask the question that I partly came here to ask.

‘’What? No, wait a second. Why the hell didn’t you answer your phone? Mikey’s been worried sick about the possible reasons, but I reassured him that you probably forgot to turn your phone on or forgot to charge it. Now please tell me that is why?’’ Now looking at Gerard’s sultry eyes and Bert’s sort of sexy grin, I now wasn’t sure myself if they were any of the reasons why. It looked like something much more. My breathing got heavier as my heart banged loudly against my chest. Anxiety and fear coursed my body as I awaited the truth. But they were just staring down at me with their faces dazed and leering, both licking their lips meaningfully. I looked into both pairs of eyes, both beautiful in different ways, but both had the same look of complete lust. What the fuck is going on!

Gerard straddled my torso and leaned towards my face, so close I could see the flecks of green in his hazel eyes, ‘’It was all part of the plan, sugar. I knew that if I didn’t answer, one of you would have to come over. And I was sure as hell Mikey wouldn’t.’’, Bert chuckled a little then, ‘’And, well, you know Bob and Ray. The night you get those two of the X-BOX will be a fuckin’ miracle. And then…there was one. The easy-going one who would offer to do anything to help. So caring, so nice and so fucking hot.’’ He exaggerated the last bit and started tracing the outline of my lips with his fingertip. Bert then started massaging my crotch as Gerard replaced his finger with his tongue; never licking the actual flesh of my lips. As much as I was confused and shocked by the whole…thing, I couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused. I mean, come on, anyone would feel aroused when being sexually pleasured! Man, woman, alien, whatever species. But the whole thing was still fuckin’ weird! It was like my mind was saying no and that it was wrong in so many ways, but my body was saying fuck yes! But the weirdest thing is, I’m not even gay. Or bi. I’m infact completely straight. But I was curious, in a strange, strange way. Was that a good enough excuse to allow Bert to rub me in the way he is now? Or let Gerard grind against me, also teasing my mouth with his tongue? The answer is: just this once. I just needed to ask them a question to get my facts straight first.

‘’So, you got me over to do…well…this?’’ I asked in a breathless voice. Bert crawled next to Gerard on the floor. He started twisting strands of my hair between his fingers.

‘’Well, yeah we did. We wanted to show you that Gerard and I can have fun without being high. And also, I think we owe you a lot for the way we are. This night is all about you. Whatever you want, we’ll do it. We know that deep down, you want it as much as we do. Just do whatever you want.’’ After he said those words, he planted kisses from the hollow of my neck to the start of my jaw line; his stubble scratching against my skin. It caused me to shiver with pleasure. Gerard did the same but to the other side of my neck, his kisses more soft from the lack of facial hair. The combination between having the rough and soft turned me on. I moaned with frustration as I sat up straight, knocking Gerard backwards so he was lying on his back. I wanted to be the dominant one. The one to do things. This is the only time I’m ever going to experience this so I may as well do whatever I please.

I crawled on top of Gerard and straddle him as he did me. I attached my lips to his as soon as I was on him. The kiss was angry and rough, exactly how I wanted it. I licked at his lips, waiting for them to let me in and feel the warmth inside. He willingly opened his mouth where out tongues collided; the warmth and pleasure taking over my whole body not able to get enough. I then remembered Bert. I hesitatingly detached my lips from Gerard’s and looked over at Bert, who was smiling profusely at us, his eyes wide with enjoyment. Knowing he was enjoying watching us made me hard.

‘’Bert, I want you to sit opposite and watch us. And while you’re doing that, I want you to touch yourself.’’ I ordered him in a husky tone I didn’t recognize. He looked at me with excitement and disbelief.

‘’Are you serious?’’ You want me to watch you two get it on while jerking off?’’

I looked at him, half smiling, ‘’Yes I do. You got a problem?’’ I already knew the answer before it came out of his mouth.

‘’Fuck no! I was just a bit surprised.’’ He said as he walked to the spot I said for him to go. He sat down and put his hand down his pants, staring intently and Gerard and I.

‘’That’s a good boy.’’ I teased and then I bent down to meet Gerard’s lips once again. The though of Bert getting pleasure from watching us gained me more confidence. I wanted to try things much more interesting. I slowly moved my hand down to Gerard’s belt buckle and undid it subtly without him noticing. He gasped when he felt my hand grab his hard member.

‘’Shit Frank!’’ He groaned with shock and pleasure. I started stroking him up and down, teasingly. I wanted him to beg for what he wanted.

‘’Call me Frankie.’’ I roughly whispered to him and licked a trail down his neck. I heard Bert moan loudly opposite. I looked at him and he was staring at me through half-lidded eyes, his hands still moving up and down in his pants, ‘’Fuck Frankie…’’ He mumbled under his breath. I was turning two guys on at the same time and I’d never felt so superior. So in charge. So sexy. I smiled to myself and took it to the next level.

‘’Bert, did I say you could call me Frankie?’’ I asked in a bossy voice. He looked at me, dazed and disorientated.

‘’Erm, no, but I just thought that was what you wanted…’’ He reasoned, his eyes wide with pure innocence.

‘’Well, I didn’t. I said Gee could call me it, not you. So next time you be a bad boy and call me Frankie, I’ll come over and teach you a lesson. Okay?’’ I said in a meaningful tone so he knew I meant it. He looked at me and smiled his sort-of sexy grin that looked fucking beautiful to me at right this moment as he carried on working himself.

‘’Yes Frank.’’ He half said, half moaned. I looked down at Gerard who was staring right up at me like I was a God. He looked at me the way he looks at Bert. I felt a rush of satisfaction invade my veins.

‘’So where were we…?’’ I questioned in what I hope was a sexy way. He seemed to think so as he smiled back his perfect smile.

‘’I don’t know, you tell me.’’

I bent down and kissed his cheek softly, ‘’I think I remember now.’’ We started kissing again, but softer this time. It was nice but I wanted more.

‘’Take your shirt off.’’ I asked Gerard who looked at me surprised.

‘’Er, sure. Whatever you want.’’ He smiled at me as he undid his red tie and put it on the ground beside us.

‘’Let me undo your shirt.’’ I said as I started undoing the top buttons and slid down his body as I undid the last few buttons. Once I finished, I ended up in line with his crotch, the material straining against his erection. I unthreaded the belt from his pants and undid the zip. I could hear Gerard’s breathing escalate. I pulled down his boxers, which revealed his erect member. I gasped and I could feel myself going red. Yes, I’m a guy and I have a penis too, but it was weird seeing someone elses. It was just a shock to me seeing it. But that wasn’t the only thing. It was fucking huge! The size, the length. I swear mine isn’t even half the size of it! I felt envy as much as passion.

I looked up at Gerard who was smirking at me, obviously proud of his package.

‘’Surprised, huh?’’ He questioned. I couldn’t get my mouth to form any words. I decided to avert my mouth to something else so I let my warm mouth take in as much of him as I could. I heard two different groans come from two different people. I inwardly smirked. It was my first time doing it so I wasn’t sure if I was any good or not, but I didn’t let that bother me. They both seemed to be enjoying it and that was the main thing. I found that Gerard enjoyed me caressing the tip with my tongue and grazing my teeth up and down the shaft. So I concentrated on doing that. It all comes with learning.

‘’Fuck Frankie! I think I’m coming…now! Uhh Frankie!’’ As he said this, his juices seeped endlessly into my mouth. I didn’t know where I would spit it out so I just swallowed it down. It was sticky and tasted salty, but it tasted better than anything else I could have wanted right then.

‘’Frankie! Fuck, Gerard! Uhh…shit!’’ Bert virtually shouted as he came in his hand; his scraggly black hair matted to his face. It was then that I remembered what I had said.

‘’Bert, didn’t I say to not call me Frankie?’’ I asked him in a sugary sweet tone. He looked at me still red in the face and panting, his eyes slowly opening wider remembering the warning. He then smiled sheepishly at me while running his hands through his hair.

‘’Yeah I remember. I’m sorry Frank, I’ve been a bad boy, haven’t I.’’ He rhetorically asked; innocence masking his voice. I was going to change that.

‘’Yes, you have. And I’m afraid you are going to have to be punished for that because it’s completely unacceptable.’’ I slowly got up from Gerard and picked up his belt from off the floor.

‘’Gerard, I want you to watch because I want you to see what you’ll face if you ever disobey me like Bert has. Yeah?’’, Gerard looked up at me like I was his savior. This night just keeps getting better, ‘’But, you cannot under any circumstances touch yourself, okay? This is a learning experience, not for pleasure.’’ I looked at both boys faces, which were portraying lust. Something I felt so much of. Gerard nodded at me with enthusiasm and then stared at the belt in my hand.

‘’Right Bert, this is your punishment. I want you to pull down your pants and underwear so we can have full view of your ass.’’ After I said that he grabbed at his belt buckle, undid it and threw it across the room with such force it hit the radiator at the other side of the room with a loud chiming sound. He then pulled down his pants and underwear, which exposed his firm looking ass and sizeable penis. It wasn’t as big as Gerard’s but it was still pretty big. Bert saw me staring at it and gave me that grin of his.

‘’Not such a weener, ey?’’ He joked. I glanced at him and half-smiled, but then put on a serious expression.

‘’That’s not what we’re here to talk about. Get down on the ground on your hands and knees.’’, he did as he was told, ‘’Good boy. Now time for the belt and your ass to get a little intimate.’’ As I said that, I cracked the belt against him, which made a whipping sound that sounded so fucking sexy. It caused adrenaline to pump through my body at a terrifying speed. Bert let out a moan of pain and pleasure. Gerard just watched; mouth agape. I grinned and smacked the belt against Bert’s ass a second time. The erotic sound rang in my ears again. The sound of Bert and Gerard’s enjoyment came a second after. I did it a third time, which left a pinkish tint on Bert’s soft looking skin. It looked so pretty against the paleness of his ass. The pinkness started to fade. I wanted to see it again. I whipped the belt again, but harder this time. There was a loud painful sound that didn’t sound like the belt. It came from Bert’s lips.

‘’Ahhh fuck! Shit, that hurt. Fuck, fuck, fuck…’’ He kept muttering fuck after that. I felt bad that I had hurt him, but I had just got carried away. I knelt down next to Bert and put my arm around his shoulder, ‘’Shit, sorry man, are you alright? I didn’t mean to hit you so hard. Sorry.’’ I admitted. He turned his head towards me and stared at me for a few seconds. I decided to stare back with an apologetic expression. Then suddenly, he pounced on me which ended up him on top of me, in the same position I was when it all started. He chuckled lightly; his face suddenly only a couple of inches away from mine.

‘’Well, since you hurt me, your time is now up. Me and Gerard are in charge now. It’s your turn to experience our expertise.’’ He told me teasingly while Gerard got up and sat behind him straddling my legs, now undoing my pants. Bert started kissing and sucking at my neck while twisting my nipples between his fingertips. I moaned with satisfaction when Bert’s lips made contact with mine; his tongue causing havoc with every part of my mouth. Gerard the started pumping me as he reached over to Bert and started kissing his neck. Bert then took his lips away from mine and forced his mouth onto Gerard’s with desperation, but still playing with nipples and occasionally roaming his hands up and down my chest. I then wanted to please Bert in some way so I then started giving him a hand job. So I was pleasing Bert who was pleasing me and Gerard who was also pleasing Bert and me. It was fucking confusing! And weird. But I know that this will be the most fucked-up, enjoyable experience I will ever have.

After we all came, we sat down on the floor together; sweating and breathless. But with a smile on our faces. We all understood that that would be as far as it would go. Any further and that would have just been too fuckin’ weird! We all looked at each other; not sure what to say. I decided to break the silence and ask the obvious question.

‘’Okay, what the fuck was that about?’’ I asked in an exasperated tone, staring at them incredulously. They both just looked at each other with a smile on their faces, their eyes shifty.

‘’I dunno. We were just kind of…curious.’’ Gerard said honestly, shrugging his shoulders, not bothering to find an excuse. I let out the breath I realized I had been holding in. I gave them both a relieved smile.

‘’Thank god for that!’’ I said, raising my eyes to the skies. Well, ceiling if you’re being technical. They both looked at me confused.

‘’Why do you say that?’’ Bert asked curiously. I laughed lightly, relief still clear in my voice.

‘’Because that’s exactly the same reason as mine. I mean, it was…interesting. But I’d never think about doing it again.’’ They both nodded their head in syncopation, obviously both agreeing 100%.

‘’Yeah, totally! I mean, it was just for the experience, right?’’, Bert and I nodded in agreement, ‘’But it was so…fucking…tiring.’’ Gerard said; exaggerating on the last three words, also closing his eyes as if he were about to fall asleep. Well, I was glad I wasn’t the only one feeling that way.

‘’Yeah, I know exactly how you fucking feel. But, this experience has taught me something.’’ Bert added.

‘’What’s that then?’’ I asked, Gerard and I looking at Bert with eager eyes. Bert was now showing off his sort of sexy smile yet again.

‘’Two’s a company, but three’s a crowd.’’