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"Just because I said I wanted you, doesn't mean I'm going to take you."
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I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. The day after I posted the last chapter, my nana had to go to hospital (She's fine now) And I didn't really feel like writing until I found out she was okay. So I'm really sorry. Here's chapter 16, my way of making it up to you, feel free to enjoy as always. Xoxo.
16.
I waited sitting on my bed for my parents to leave for church. Using my extraordinary acting skills, I managed to convince them that I was still too tired from camp to go to church. Also, using the excuse of having a joint project with Mikey that's due tomorrow, I also now have permission to sleep at the Way house. My parents are honestly too easy, not that it ever really mattered until now. But I'll blame Gerard for my new behavior. I already had a bag packed with a spare pair of boxers and t-shirt, plus a toothbrush. So now I just had to wait for them to go. I was trying to listen for my parents downstairs, but unfortunately they were trying to be nice and keep quiet for me, I felt guilty just thinking about them sneaking around just so I can sleep in. After about twenty minutes I crept out of my room and downstairs. The car was gone from the drive way, and my parent's jackets were missing from their hooks near the front door, so I decided I was safe. I ran up to my room and struggled into my tight jeans and a black-shirt. I even put on my pink belt for Gerard's benefit. I took longer than I usually did in the bathroom, perfecting my hair, even raiding my mother's room for eye liner.
I walked slowly to the Way house, going over the past days events in my head. Looking at the big picture, I couldn't even understand why Gerard was wasting his time on me. He could be fucking someone already, but instead he's giving me a hand job as I cry on my bed. Life's fucked, I think I need to just get used to that.
Gerard and Mikey were watching TV when I arrived, the morning cartoons. I sat awkwardly on the floor in front of them, and waited impatiently for my anxiety to wear off. If Gerard or Mikey could sense my discomfort, they weren't showing it, and that just made things worse. After about an hour of digging my finger nails into my palms and staring at the hole in the knee of my jeans, I finally decided it was time to try and ease my tension. I got up quickly and walked towards the kitchen, mumbling that I was getting a drink to the half interested Ways. I walked my way to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, drinking it slowly, convincing myself it wouldn't be a good idea to run screaming out of the house. I wished I could though, I would love to just scream. "Frankie you okay?" I looked up from where I was staring to Gerard. I wished he wouldn't ask that question, I hated it when people asked that question. "I don't know Gerard, are you okay?" I said a little too aggressively. He nodded in response, not really answering my question. "You going to sleep over still?" He asked next. "I brought my bag didn't I?" I said through a sigh. He studied me after that, not letting me break eye contact. I started to panic as he began to slowly move closer to me. "Gerard, no." I said backing up. "Mikey's just in the next room, okay? No." He didn't seem to even notice my protests. He continued to close in on me until I felt my lower back hit the bench table. He put his hands on either side of my body and I leant away from him. "Gerard, don't. Please, Mikey is here." I whispered desperately. He put his lips to my ear but before he could whisper anything to me, we heard the front door slam. "Michael, Gerard!" Some woman was screaming. "Quickly go down to my room and don't come out until I tell you." Gerard whispered into my ear and headed towards where I could hear more yelling.
Instead of heading to Gerard's room I crept closer to the doorway. Trying to work out what was being said. "Michael I didn't expect this from you." The woman snarled. "I-I just, Gerard and I thought..." He was cut off. "You shouldn't be listening to Gerard, I expect you at church every Sunday Michael Way." I decided that the woman must be Gerard and Mikey's mom by the way she spoke to them. "We were at church camp all week, it was one Sunday." I heard Gerard's voice state tonelessly. "Shut your mouth Gerard." He's name was spat out of her mouth. "You need all the church you can get. I am sick to death..." Her voice started to get louder so I crept out of the kitchen and quickly down to the basement. I never really thought about Gerard's parents. They were never around so I just assumed they were okay with whatever they did, but the way she spoke to Gerard, there was so much malice in her voice.
I looked around Gerard's empty room, marveling at his drawings and paintings. One caught my eye though, it was on his stand in the corner of the room, beautiful yet unfinished. It was his art piece. I studied the picture and was amazed at just how beautiful he managed to make me look. It was so perfect the way he had captured every detail of my tattoos and the expression on my face. The only thing though was that although he had drawn my muscles accurately, I looked very weak and small, I looked so breakable.
I quickly looked away and threw myself at his bed, taking the time to capture his scent in my nostrils. I was staring at the ceiling, I could still hear the faint sounds of someone yelling upstairs, but I tried my best to tune them out. Is this what always happens when the Way parents finally make an appearance at home? Do they yell at their children as soon as they walk in the door? I was lost in my thoughts when I heard the front door slam. I stayed still on the bed, waiting patiently for Gerard to come and tell me everything was okay now. I could hear his footsteps approaching the door but I stayed looking at the ceiling when I heard him enter. "There gone now." He said quietly. "They were both here? I only heard one voice from your room." He screwed his face up, obviously upset I was able to hear. "I couldn't hear what you were saying, just murmurs." I reassured him. He seemed to physically relax at that. "Yeah they were both here, my mother just does all the talking." He said half heartedly. An awkward silence filled the room and my eyes settled on looking at his drawing of me again. "What do you think Frankie?" Gerard asked noticing what I was looking at. "It's perfect Gerard, but why do I look so.." I trailed off trying to think of another word other than weak to describe myself. "Fragile?" Gerard offered. "Yes, fragile. Why do I look so fragile?" I said. "Because you are Frankie." He said walking over to me. "You're fragile, and delicate." He climbed onto his bed. "And innocent, and angelic." He straddled my waist. "And pure, and beautiful." He leant his face down to me, his breath caressing my chin. "So beautiful." He took my bottom lip into his mouth sucking it. I lyed beneath him motionless, yet my body felt like it was running a marathon. My breathing was erratic, my heart pounding, my stomach was in flips and my mind a centre of confusion. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" He asked letting my lip slip from his mouth. I had no idea how to answer him, so I did the next best thing, I kissed him.
Our kissed started off slow, just lips moving against one another. I let my hand move to his hair, so soft and silky. His hands rested on my bare hips, he had slipped them underneath the hem line of my jeans. Gerard broke the kiss to take his shirt off which caught me off guard. When I didn't do the same he whispered to me to sit up. When I did he ran his hands down my clothed chest until he reached the hem of my t-shirt. I lifted my arms up slowly staring at him, and he peeled my shirt off. We sat facing each other for a moment, letting our eyes become familiar with the new flesh that was now exposed. Gerard placed his hands on my chest and pushed me slowly backwards. I gasped when I felt him softly kiss my neck and grabbed his sides. I felt his ribs under my fingers moving quickly as he sucked air in and out of his lungs at an increasing pace. He started kissing my lips again, letting his tongue slip into my mouth. Our bare chests touched as he leaned even closer, smashing our lips together and the sensation made me harder than I already was. Gerard seemed to notice this and started to grind our hips together. The feeling of his clothed cock rubbing against mine made me kiss him harder. This time I slipped my tongue into his mouth, tasting him as much as I could. In reaction to this Gerard slipped his hand in between us and began unzipping his jeans. I kept kissing him, though I began to get nervous, I hadn't even used the words 'I', 'am' and 'gay' in the same sentence yet and I was already in bed with a guy.
When Gerard had his jeans off, he unbuckled my belt and began to unzip mine, he had to break away from the kiss to remove my shoes as well, so when he had got everything off and looked back to my face again, he noticed my worried expression. "What is it baby?" He questioned softly, brushing his nose with mine. What isn't it? Here I am, a straight catholic boy, making out with a homosexual criminal, in his bed, whose brother is in the house also. Shit, Mikey. He could walk in at any moment. "Gerard we shouldn't be doing this, Mikey's here, he will hear us, or come in or.." "Shh, Frankie, he left after my parents visited to go to Alicia's. He needed to clear his head." Instead of finding the news that Mikey isn't here to catch us out comforting, I started to panic even more. Now I can't even use the excuse of him being here to stop this from happening. I looked away from Gerard and to the drawing again. I am weak. "Frankie." He called and I looked up at him again. "Just because I said I wanted you, doesn't mean I'm going to take you." I stared into his honest eyes and found myself ashamed to even think that Gerard would rush me into something I didn't want. He is the instigator when it comes to this kind of stuff, but I choose to go along with it. I leant up and kissed him, showing him I trusted him and he kissed back eagerly. I decided that I was going to be the one to start something this time and bucked my hips into his. He broke our kiss and moaned. We started a rhythm now, rubbing our cocks together with only our boxer material separating us. Gerard rested his forehead on mine as he grinded. Watching me through half closed eyes, and I was placing open mouthed kisses on his open lips in between moans. I was the first to come, but he came soon after with a groan of my name. Never before had my name sounded so attractive as it did just then. He stayed on top of me trying to get his breath back, his head buried in my neck.
I started to think about what he said before as we lay there silently. He wants me, but he's not going to take me. I didn't understand, why won't he take me if he wants me? "Gerard?" I whispered. "Yes." He mumbled into my neck. "Why won't you take me?" I asked quietly. "Because you're not mine to take, you're yours to give." He said quietly. "So if I give myself to you?" I questioned. "I would take you, every little piece of you."
Thankyou all for you're reviews on last chapter, they are muchly appreciated. Let me know if this one was any good too. Thankyou all.
Raese.
16.
I waited sitting on my bed for my parents to leave for church. Using my extraordinary acting skills, I managed to convince them that I was still too tired from camp to go to church. Also, using the excuse of having a joint project with Mikey that's due tomorrow, I also now have permission to sleep at the Way house. My parents are honestly too easy, not that it ever really mattered until now. But I'll blame Gerard for my new behavior. I already had a bag packed with a spare pair of boxers and t-shirt, plus a toothbrush. So now I just had to wait for them to go. I was trying to listen for my parents downstairs, but unfortunately they were trying to be nice and keep quiet for me, I felt guilty just thinking about them sneaking around just so I can sleep in. After about twenty minutes I crept out of my room and downstairs. The car was gone from the drive way, and my parent's jackets were missing from their hooks near the front door, so I decided I was safe. I ran up to my room and struggled into my tight jeans and a black-shirt. I even put on my pink belt for Gerard's benefit. I took longer than I usually did in the bathroom, perfecting my hair, even raiding my mother's room for eye liner.
I walked slowly to the Way house, going over the past days events in my head. Looking at the big picture, I couldn't even understand why Gerard was wasting his time on me. He could be fucking someone already, but instead he's giving me a hand job as I cry on my bed. Life's fucked, I think I need to just get used to that.
Gerard and Mikey were watching TV when I arrived, the morning cartoons. I sat awkwardly on the floor in front of them, and waited impatiently for my anxiety to wear off. If Gerard or Mikey could sense my discomfort, they weren't showing it, and that just made things worse. After about an hour of digging my finger nails into my palms and staring at the hole in the knee of my jeans, I finally decided it was time to try and ease my tension. I got up quickly and walked towards the kitchen, mumbling that I was getting a drink to the half interested Ways. I walked my way to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, drinking it slowly, convincing myself it wouldn't be a good idea to run screaming out of the house. I wished I could though, I would love to just scream. "Frankie you okay?" I looked up from where I was staring to Gerard. I wished he wouldn't ask that question, I hated it when people asked that question. "I don't know Gerard, are you okay?" I said a little too aggressively. He nodded in response, not really answering my question. "You going to sleep over still?" He asked next. "I brought my bag didn't I?" I said through a sigh. He studied me after that, not letting me break eye contact. I started to panic as he began to slowly move closer to me. "Gerard, no." I said backing up. "Mikey's just in the next room, okay? No." He didn't seem to even notice my protests. He continued to close in on me until I felt my lower back hit the bench table. He put his hands on either side of my body and I leant away from him. "Gerard, don't. Please, Mikey is here." I whispered desperately. He put his lips to my ear but before he could whisper anything to me, we heard the front door slam. "Michael, Gerard!" Some woman was screaming. "Quickly go down to my room and don't come out until I tell you." Gerard whispered into my ear and headed towards where I could hear more yelling.
Instead of heading to Gerard's room I crept closer to the doorway. Trying to work out what was being said. "Michael I didn't expect this from you." The woman snarled. "I-I just, Gerard and I thought..." He was cut off. "You shouldn't be listening to Gerard, I expect you at church every Sunday Michael Way." I decided that the woman must be Gerard and Mikey's mom by the way she spoke to them. "We were at church camp all week, it was one Sunday." I heard Gerard's voice state tonelessly. "Shut your mouth Gerard." He's name was spat out of her mouth. "You need all the church you can get. I am sick to death..." Her voice started to get louder so I crept out of the kitchen and quickly down to the basement. I never really thought about Gerard's parents. They were never around so I just assumed they were okay with whatever they did, but the way she spoke to Gerard, there was so much malice in her voice.
I looked around Gerard's empty room, marveling at his drawings and paintings. One caught my eye though, it was on his stand in the corner of the room, beautiful yet unfinished. It was his art piece. I studied the picture and was amazed at just how beautiful he managed to make me look. It was so perfect the way he had captured every detail of my tattoos and the expression on my face. The only thing though was that although he had drawn my muscles accurately, I looked very weak and small, I looked so breakable.
I quickly looked away and threw myself at his bed, taking the time to capture his scent in my nostrils. I was staring at the ceiling, I could still hear the faint sounds of someone yelling upstairs, but I tried my best to tune them out. Is this what always happens when the Way parents finally make an appearance at home? Do they yell at their children as soon as they walk in the door? I was lost in my thoughts when I heard the front door slam. I stayed still on the bed, waiting patiently for Gerard to come and tell me everything was okay now. I could hear his footsteps approaching the door but I stayed looking at the ceiling when I heard him enter. "There gone now." He said quietly. "They were both here? I only heard one voice from your room." He screwed his face up, obviously upset I was able to hear. "I couldn't hear what you were saying, just murmurs." I reassured him. He seemed to physically relax at that. "Yeah they were both here, my mother just does all the talking." He said half heartedly. An awkward silence filled the room and my eyes settled on looking at his drawing of me again. "What do you think Frankie?" Gerard asked noticing what I was looking at. "It's perfect Gerard, but why do I look so.." I trailed off trying to think of another word other than weak to describe myself. "Fragile?" Gerard offered. "Yes, fragile. Why do I look so fragile?" I said. "Because you are Frankie." He said walking over to me. "You're fragile, and delicate." He climbed onto his bed. "And innocent, and angelic." He straddled my waist. "And pure, and beautiful." He leant his face down to me, his breath caressing my chin. "So beautiful." He took my bottom lip into his mouth sucking it. I lyed beneath him motionless, yet my body felt like it was running a marathon. My breathing was erratic, my heart pounding, my stomach was in flips and my mind a centre of confusion. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" He asked letting my lip slip from his mouth. I had no idea how to answer him, so I did the next best thing, I kissed him.
Our kissed started off slow, just lips moving against one another. I let my hand move to his hair, so soft and silky. His hands rested on my bare hips, he had slipped them underneath the hem line of my jeans. Gerard broke the kiss to take his shirt off which caught me off guard. When I didn't do the same he whispered to me to sit up. When I did he ran his hands down my clothed chest until he reached the hem of my t-shirt. I lifted my arms up slowly staring at him, and he peeled my shirt off. We sat facing each other for a moment, letting our eyes become familiar with the new flesh that was now exposed. Gerard placed his hands on my chest and pushed me slowly backwards. I gasped when I felt him softly kiss my neck and grabbed his sides. I felt his ribs under my fingers moving quickly as he sucked air in and out of his lungs at an increasing pace. He started kissing my lips again, letting his tongue slip into my mouth. Our bare chests touched as he leaned even closer, smashing our lips together and the sensation made me harder than I already was. Gerard seemed to notice this and started to grind our hips together. The feeling of his clothed cock rubbing against mine made me kiss him harder. This time I slipped my tongue into his mouth, tasting him as much as I could. In reaction to this Gerard slipped his hand in between us and began unzipping his jeans. I kept kissing him, though I began to get nervous, I hadn't even used the words 'I', 'am' and 'gay' in the same sentence yet and I was already in bed with a guy.
When Gerard had his jeans off, he unbuckled my belt and began to unzip mine, he had to break away from the kiss to remove my shoes as well, so when he had got everything off and looked back to my face again, he noticed my worried expression. "What is it baby?" He questioned softly, brushing his nose with mine. What isn't it? Here I am, a straight catholic boy, making out with a homosexual criminal, in his bed, whose brother is in the house also. Shit, Mikey. He could walk in at any moment. "Gerard we shouldn't be doing this, Mikey's here, he will hear us, or come in or.." "Shh, Frankie, he left after my parents visited to go to Alicia's. He needed to clear his head." Instead of finding the news that Mikey isn't here to catch us out comforting, I started to panic even more. Now I can't even use the excuse of him being here to stop this from happening. I looked away from Gerard and to the drawing again. I am weak. "Frankie." He called and I looked up at him again. "Just because I said I wanted you, doesn't mean I'm going to take you." I stared into his honest eyes and found myself ashamed to even think that Gerard would rush me into something I didn't want. He is the instigator when it comes to this kind of stuff, but I choose to go along with it. I leant up and kissed him, showing him I trusted him and he kissed back eagerly. I decided that I was going to be the one to start something this time and bucked my hips into his. He broke our kiss and moaned. We started a rhythm now, rubbing our cocks together with only our boxer material separating us. Gerard rested his forehead on mine as he grinded. Watching me through half closed eyes, and I was placing open mouthed kisses on his open lips in between moans. I was the first to come, but he came soon after with a groan of my name. Never before had my name sounded so attractive as it did just then. He stayed on top of me trying to get his breath back, his head buried in my neck.
I started to think about what he said before as we lay there silently. He wants me, but he's not going to take me. I didn't understand, why won't he take me if he wants me? "Gerard?" I whispered. "Yes." He mumbled into my neck. "Why won't you take me?" I asked quietly. "Because you're not mine to take, you're yours to give." He said quietly. "So if I give myself to you?" I questioned. "I would take you, every little piece of you."
Thankyou all for you're reviews on last chapter, they are muchly appreciated. Let me know if this one was any good too. Thankyou all.
Raese.
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