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I woke up in my bedroom, my eyes flickering open to realize that I was sleeping peacfully with Frankie. I smiled, but I could feel the tears dried on my face. Then I remembered the previous night. Frank and I had gone to beach and talked. I always knew something was up with him. This explained all the lying he had been doing. He had been a street rat and thought that I would hate him for it or something. What a silly thing to think after all the things I've said to him. I lifted myself up to stare at the clock beside the bed. 2:30 AM. I shouldn't wake him. His body lie next to me still, breathing gently. Once again I scanned his arms. It was so painful to look at those ugly marks on his beautiful skin. It just didn't make sense. Why would Frank ever think that he deserved all of this? To my knowledge he had never done anything to hurt someone on purpose. My mother's death still wasn't his fault, dammit. He shouldn't take the blame for something like this.
I ran my hands through my slightly clumpy hair before turning back to look at Frank. Frank Iero. The boy who I think I love. I thought about that more a moment. We had already said that we thought we loved eachother, but really, who has time for thinking in a world like this? I loved him for Christ's sake. I loved him no matter what and I was going to tell him as soon as he woke up. Thinking about it all put me in a good mood so I stood up and stretched. I had been sleeping a lot lately so I wasn't exactly tired at all. I hadn't even taken my clothes off before falling asleep, seeing as I wasn't expecting to fall asleep. Frank had woken up while I was in the middle of something, hadn't he? Now what was I doing? MY eyes scanned my room, all the papers and objects still littered on my floor. That's when I saw the papers I had been drawing on. I bent down to pick them up, remembering that I was thinkning onl of Frankie while I drew them.
On the papers there were multiple sketches of Frank, Frank's eyes, Frank's arms, sleeping Frank, and other things, but they all of course had to do with him. On one paper I was trying to perfect Frank's eyes, but it was impossible to capture that glint that they always held and I ended up wrinkling it up. I unwrinkled some more papers to find even more drawing of Frank that I just coudln't seem to finish. The only drawings that weren't crinkled to hell were the drawings of Frank's arms. I hadn't misplaced a single gash or scar, it made me sad almost to know that that was the only thing I could seem to get right. The pain Frank caused himself. I couldn't seem to get that thought out of my head. Frank had hurt himself for no reason. Was it my fault? Was it because I had become so unsocial that he thought I hated him? Why was it so hard to know what was going through his mind? There was just so much that I wanted to know, but it would be impossible to ask him without sounding stupid and clingy. So for the moment I just sat and watched him sleep. Damn I'm a weirdo.
The more I stared at him the more I wanted to crawl up there and smother him, but it wouldn't be a good idea to leave any "marks" on his body the day of the funeral. HOLY SHIT. Today was my mom's funeral! I had so much to do today! Frank and I already had black clothing to wear, and the funeral wasn't super formal, just not rags like I would usually wear. I decided to get an early start on the day so I jumped up and headed for the bathroom. After removing all of my clothing I stood and stared at myself in the mirror. I scanned my disgusting figure and my ugly face.
"Ew." I said to myself.
Lately I've developed a habit of talking to myself, unhealthy or healthy, I wasn't sure which it was. Either way it even creeped me out.
I hopped into the shower, turned the water on cold, and let it shock me awake.
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I woke up in Gerard's room, the sound of footsteps and small rustling noises waking me from my lovely sleep. I didn't move from my position but kept my eyes open, watching Gerard walk back and forth across his room, getting ready for the day. My mouht lit wiht a smile as he stopped and thought about what he was doing for a second. He must be pretty bust this morning. After a few minutes of watching him I decided to fully wake up. First I rolled onto my back, then proceeded to lift my torso up with my tired arms. I flinched my eyes closed for a second then rubbed them, adjusting them better to the poorly lit room. I yawned loudly and stretched my arms upwards, waking my weak muscles. With the sound of my yawn Gerard walked back into his room from the hallway, he must've heard me from the bathroom. He smiled widely and threw his arms in the air,
"You're awake!" He sounded cheery.
It struck me as odd that he was happy today of all days. He had been depressed and mopey for weeks over his mother, but now that it's the day of the funeral he's the happiest he's been in a while.
"What's gotten into you?" I asked groggily as I rubbed my head.
"What do you mean?"
"You just seem a bit happy for... a day like this... I guess." I stopped and looked around the room.
Gerard had set out all of my clothes for me on the foot of the bed while I was sleeping. Damn he was such a sweetheart.
"Well. I guess I just reallized that my mom wouldn't want me to be sad today, she would want me to be happy even when she's gone." He didn't smile, but instead looked deep in thought.
He came and sat down on the bed in front of me, staring at me curiously. Now that I thought about it, he was right. Donna would want us to be happy today. I'm sure that she would be happy that Gerard and I had finally made some kind of peace. Donna was just that kind of person. I reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, running my hand down his cheek gently. I smiled weakly at him. He leant forward and kissed my lips softly. He gave me one gentle kiss after another until he started to deepen the kisses, his hands gently gripping the back of my head. I fell back onto the bed, my arms above my head and crossed at the wrists, letting Gerard have full control over me. Gerard's kisses slowly trailed down my jawbone then onto my neck. I let out a quiet little giggle as his kisses pressed onto my collarbone. His hands wandered down my body, resting on my hips. His mouth moved back up onto mine, pressing deeply to muffle the moan that I emitted as he grinded against my groin.
After a few moments his hands found their way up my shirt, running over my stomache and ribs before they rested on my nipples. His thumbs rubbed them gently, making me release a loud, built-up moan. I felt the sudden cold-ness on my lips when I realized that Gerard was no longer kissing me, but resting his face in the nape of my neck. He remained there for only a few seconds before biting my gently on my jugular. My neck automatically bent the opposite direction to allow him more room to bite me. I felt his teeth sink harder into my flesh, my breathe shortening before letting out a loud gasp. Just then I remembered that I had to start getting ready, and also that I didn't want any hickies before a funeral.
"Gerard... come on." I moaned as he wriggled against me.
A heard a devilish laugh escape from his mouth as he raised himself up. His legs were on either side of me, as well as his arms which held him up. It reminded me so vividly of the day before at the beach. My arms were still resting above me, pulling my shirt up just enough to expose a little bit of my tummy. I looked up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to do something. He leant back in and gave me a long but gentle kiss. The next thing I knew he had flipped off of me and back up onto his feet. I followed his actions a few moments later.
I supposed that it was time to get ready for the day, brush my teeth, get dressed, gather myself before attending a funeral full of people who would most likely hate me. The usual. First I removed my shirt, I didn't mind Gerard seeing me with no shirt, no big deal. As I reached for the shirt on the bed I noticed Gerard watching me from the other side of the room. All of a sudden I felt extremely self conscious. My hands slowly undid my belt but stopped after it slid it through the loops. I stood there for a moment, staring at the black pants that lay before me on the bed, slightly wrinkled from when Gerard had crawled into bed with me. My eyes looked up to Gerard, who was still staring at me from his closet. He must've known what I was thinking because he just smirked and started to walk over to me slowly. The presense of his body behind me sent shivvers up and down my spine. I tilted my head back as his hands slowly slid around my un-defined abs, fitting his fingertips snuggly into my pants. He put his chin on my shoulder and took a breathe in, breathing my scent in with the oxygen.
Why did he insist on teasing me like this? I covered my chest with my hands, not wanting Gerard to be looking down at my ugly body. I twisted slightly in his arms, like I was trying to hide myself from him.
"Frankie..." He breathed gently in my ear.
"You're beauitful, okay? Don't ever forget that." He told me sweetly.
I let him remove my arms from my chest and put them against my sides. After a few seconds he was once again at the rim of my pants, teasing me with his soft fingers. I reached up and rested my hands on the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his messy hair. My breathe quickened as he undid my button, then my zipper, and finally he started to pull on my pants. Once my pants were down to my knees he stopped and returned back to my waist, resting his hands there, making sure that I was okay with him removing my boxers. I took a deep breathe and let it out, telling him that I was ready for him to see me like this. And so Gerard continued by pulling my boxers down to my knees. I wasn't sure what he was going to do next though. Was he going to leave me like this?
I winced as his hand slid up to my chest again, running his fingers all over my body. His arms were long enough to wrap around my stomach and hold on tightly to my ribs. His breathing was heavy in my ear. Of course I hadn't been able to ignore my growing hardness, and aparently neither could he.
"I couldn't leave you like this, now could I?" He asked devilishly.
I whimpered slightly. I didn't want to go to a funeral right after doing something like this with Gerard. I had to stay clean. Despite my small complaint he carried on. He reached down to grip my cock in his hand. Once again I whimpered in a helpless attempt to tell him to stop, but inside I really wanted this. I wanted those hands on me, pumping me slow, then faster and faster until I could finally release. I wanted it so bad. As Gerard started to slowly move his hand up and down, I couldn't resist but moan loudly.
"Keep it down. Mikey's awake you know." He whispered to me.
I tucked in my lips and tried to stop myself from screaming from pleasure. It just made everything worse that Gerard kept laughing breathy little chuckles into my ear. His hand kept pumping me faster every time, slamming my waist into his groin each time his hand came back down my cock. After a short while I just couldn't contain myself. I gritted my teeth and let out a rough growl, followed by a loud whine. I was surprised when Gerard's hand suddenly covered my mouth, stopping me from moaning any longer. Although his hand was stopping me from making too loud of a noise, it still felt good to moan from the back of my throat. I clenched harder onto his hair as I shut my eyes tightly. I could feel myself nearing the edge as Gerard pumped as fast as he could, now panting heavily into my ear. I screamed into his hand as my eyes shot open. My cum covered his hand as well as squirted onto the bed in front of me. My panting was now incredibly heavy, my hair hanging in my face.
"You know, Frank..." He whispered in my ear.
"When I said I thought I loved you, I was lying." My heart stopped for a second.
What the hell did he just say?!
"I was lying because I don't think I love you. I really do love you." I instantly relaxed.
"I love you too..." I told him quietly.
In that moment I wanted to melt in his arms, to stay there forever and never leave. But I had a funeral to get ready for.
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YAYY!! Fastest chapter I've had in a lonnnng lonnnng time! : ))) I hope you enjoyed! The neck chapter will be rather fluffy. : 3 PLEASE REVIEWWWW! : DD Thanks lovies.
Love, Finch.
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I woke up in my bedroom, my eyes flickering open to realize that I was sleeping peacfully with Frankie. I smiled, but I could feel the tears dried on my face. Then I remembered the previous night. Frank and I had gone to beach and talked. I always knew something was up with him. This explained all the lying he had been doing. He had been a street rat and thought that I would hate him for it or something. What a silly thing to think after all the things I've said to him. I lifted myself up to stare at the clock beside the bed. 2:30 AM. I shouldn't wake him. His body lie next to me still, breathing gently. Once again I scanned his arms. It was so painful to look at those ugly marks on his beautiful skin. It just didn't make sense. Why would Frank ever think that he deserved all of this? To my knowledge he had never done anything to hurt someone on purpose. My mother's death still wasn't his fault, dammit. He shouldn't take the blame for something like this.
I ran my hands through my slightly clumpy hair before turning back to look at Frank. Frank Iero. The boy who I think I love. I thought about that more a moment. We had already said that we thought we loved eachother, but really, who has time for thinking in a world like this? I loved him for Christ's sake. I loved him no matter what and I was going to tell him as soon as he woke up. Thinking about it all put me in a good mood so I stood up and stretched. I had been sleeping a lot lately so I wasn't exactly tired at all. I hadn't even taken my clothes off before falling asleep, seeing as I wasn't expecting to fall asleep. Frank had woken up while I was in the middle of something, hadn't he? Now what was I doing? MY eyes scanned my room, all the papers and objects still littered on my floor. That's when I saw the papers I had been drawing on. I bent down to pick them up, remembering that I was thinkning onl of Frankie while I drew them.
On the papers there were multiple sketches of Frank, Frank's eyes, Frank's arms, sleeping Frank, and other things, but they all of course had to do with him. On one paper I was trying to perfect Frank's eyes, but it was impossible to capture that glint that they always held and I ended up wrinkling it up. I unwrinkled some more papers to find even more drawing of Frank that I just coudln't seem to finish. The only drawings that weren't crinkled to hell were the drawings of Frank's arms. I hadn't misplaced a single gash or scar, it made me sad almost to know that that was the only thing I could seem to get right. The pain Frank caused himself. I couldn't seem to get that thought out of my head. Frank had hurt himself for no reason. Was it my fault? Was it because I had become so unsocial that he thought I hated him? Why was it so hard to know what was going through his mind? There was just so much that I wanted to know, but it would be impossible to ask him without sounding stupid and clingy. So for the moment I just sat and watched him sleep. Damn I'm a weirdo.
The more I stared at him the more I wanted to crawl up there and smother him, but it wouldn't be a good idea to leave any "marks" on his body the day of the funeral. HOLY SHIT. Today was my mom's funeral! I had so much to do today! Frank and I already had black clothing to wear, and the funeral wasn't super formal, just not rags like I would usually wear. I decided to get an early start on the day so I jumped up and headed for the bathroom. After removing all of my clothing I stood and stared at myself in the mirror. I scanned my disgusting figure and my ugly face.
"Ew." I said to myself.
Lately I've developed a habit of talking to myself, unhealthy or healthy, I wasn't sure which it was. Either way it even creeped me out.
I hopped into the shower, turned the water on cold, and let it shock me awake.
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I woke up in Gerard's room, the sound of footsteps and small rustling noises waking me from my lovely sleep. I didn't move from my position but kept my eyes open, watching Gerard walk back and forth across his room, getting ready for the day. My mouht lit wiht a smile as he stopped and thought about what he was doing for a second. He must be pretty bust this morning. After a few minutes of watching him I decided to fully wake up. First I rolled onto my back, then proceeded to lift my torso up with my tired arms. I flinched my eyes closed for a second then rubbed them, adjusting them better to the poorly lit room. I yawned loudly and stretched my arms upwards, waking my weak muscles. With the sound of my yawn Gerard walked back into his room from the hallway, he must've heard me from the bathroom. He smiled widely and threw his arms in the air,
"You're awake!" He sounded cheery.
It struck me as odd that he was happy today of all days. He had been depressed and mopey for weeks over his mother, but now that it's the day of the funeral he's the happiest he's been in a while.
"What's gotten into you?" I asked groggily as I rubbed my head.
"What do you mean?"
"You just seem a bit happy for... a day like this... I guess." I stopped and looked around the room.
Gerard had set out all of my clothes for me on the foot of the bed while I was sleeping. Damn he was such a sweetheart.
"Well. I guess I just reallized that my mom wouldn't want me to be sad today, she would want me to be happy even when she's gone." He didn't smile, but instead looked deep in thought.
He came and sat down on the bed in front of me, staring at me curiously. Now that I thought about it, he was right. Donna would want us to be happy today. I'm sure that she would be happy that Gerard and I had finally made some kind of peace. Donna was just that kind of person. I reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, running my hand down his cheek gently. I smiled weakly at him. He leant forward and kissed my lips softly. He gave me one gentle kiss after another until he started to deepen the kisses, his hands gently gripping the back of my head. I fell back onto the bed, my arms above my head and crossed at the wrists, letting Gerard have full control over me. Gerard's kisses slowly trailed down my jawbone then onto my neck. I let out a quiet little giggle as his kisses pressed onto my collarbone. His hands wandered down my body, resting on my hips. His mouth moved back up onto mine, pressing deeply to muffle the moan that I emitted as he grinded against my groin.
After a few moments his hands found their way up my shirt, running over my stomache and ribs before they rested on my nipples. His thumbs rubbed them gently, making me release a loud, built-up moan. I felt the sudden cold-ness on my lips when I realized that Gerard was no longer kissing me, but resting his face in the nape of my neck. He remained there for only a few seconds before biting my gently on my jugular. My neck automatically bent the opposite direction to allow him more room to bite me. I felt his teeth sink harder into my flesh, my breathe shortening before letting out a loud gasp. Just then I remembered that I had to start getting ready, and also that I didn't want any hickies before a funeral.
"Gerard... come on." I moaned as he wriggled against me.
A heard a devilish laugh escape from his mouth as he raised himself up. His legs were on either side of me, as well as his arms which held him up. It reminded me so vividly of the day before at the beach. My arms were still resting above me, pulling my shirt up just enough to expose a little bit of my tummy. I looked up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to do something. He leant back in and gave me a long but gentle kiss. The next thing I knew he had flipped off of me and back up onto his feet. I followed his actions a few moments later.
I supposed that it was time to get ready for the day, brush my teeth, get dressed, gather myself before attending a funeral full of people who would most likely hate me. The usual. First I removed my shirt, I didn't mind Gerard seeing me with no shirt, no big deal. As I reached for the shirt on the bed I noticed Gerard watching me from the other side of the room. All of a sudden I felt extremely self conscious. My hands slowly undid my belt but stopped after it slid it through the loops. I stood there for a moment, staring at the black pants that lay before me on the bed, slightly wrinkled from when Gerard had crawled into bed with me. My eyes looked up to Gerard, who was still staring at me from his closet. He must've known what I was thinking because he just smirked and started to walk over to me slowly. The presense of his body behind me sent shivvers up and down my spine. I tilted my head back as his hands slowly slid around my un-defined abs, fitting his fingertips snuggly into my pants. He put his chin on my shoulder and took a breathe in, breathing my scent in with the oxygen.
Why did he insist on teasing me like this? I covered my chest with my hands, not wanting Gerard to be looking down at my ugly body. I twisted slightly in his arms, like I was trying to hide myself from him.
"Frankie..." He breathed gently in my ear.
"You're beauitful, okay? Don't ever forget that." He told me sweetly.
I let him remove my arms from my chest and put them against my sides. After a few seconds he was once again at the rim of my pants, teasing me with his soft fingers. I reached up and rested my hands on the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his messy hair. My breathe quickened as he undid my button, then my zipper, and finally he started to pull on my pants. Once my pants were down to my knees he stopped and returned back to my waist, resting his hands there, making sure that I was okay with him removing my boxers. I took a deep breathe and let it out, telling him that I was ready for him to see me like this. And so Gerard continued by pulling my boxers down to my knees. I wasn't sure what he was going to do next though. Was he going to leave me like this?
I winced as his hand slid up to my chest again, running his fingers all over my body. His arms were long enough to wrap around my stomach and hold on tightly to my ribs. His breathing was heavy in my ear. Of course I hadn't been able to ignore my growing hardness, and aparently neither could he.
"I couldn't leave you like this, now could I?" He asked devilishly.
I whimpered slightly. I didn't want to go to a funeral right after doing something like this with Gerard. I had to stay clean. Despite my small complaint he carried on. He reached down to grip my cock in his hand. Once again I whimpered in a helpless attempt to tell him to stop, but inside I really wanted this. I wanted those hands on me, pumping me slow, then faster and faster until I could finally release. I wanted it so bad. As Gerard started to slowly move his hand up and down, I couldn't resist but moan loudly.
"Keep it down. Mikey's awake you know." He whispered to me.
I tucked in my lips and tried to stop myself from screaming from pleasure. It just made everything worse that Gerard kept laughing breathy little chuckles into my ear. His hand kept pumping me faster every time, slamming my waist into his groin each time his hand came back down my cock. After a short while I just couldn't contain myself. I gritted my teeth and let out a rough growl, followed by a loud whine. I was surprised when Gerard's hand suddenly covered my mouth, stopping me from moaning any longer. Although his hand was stopping me from making too loud of a noise, it still felt good to moan from the back of my throat. I clenched harder onto his hair as I shut my eyes tightly. I could feel myself nearing the edge as Gerard pumped as fast as he could, now panting heavily into my ear. I screamed into his hand as my eyes shot open. My cum covered his hand as well as squirted onto the bed in front of me. My panting was now incredibly heavy, my hair hanging in my face.
"You know, Frank..." He whispered in my ear.
"When I said I thought I loved you, I was lying." My heart stopped for a second.
What the hell did he just say?!
"I was lying because I don't think I love you. I really do love you." I instantly relaxed.
"I love you too..." I told him quietly.
In that moment I wanted to melt in his arms, to stay there forever and never leave. But I had a funeral to get ready for.
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YAYY!! Fastest chapter I've had in a lonnnng lonnnng time! : ))) I hope you enjoyed! The neck chapter will be rather fluffy. : 3 PLEASE REVIEWWWW! : DD Thanks lovies.
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