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Hey guys once again thank you thank you thank you for your comments. Here's chapter 17.
17.
Have you ever hidden something from someone? Then, as they searched aimlessly around the room looking for it, have you sat down and watched, while yelling whether they were getting hotter or colder? Gerard has. All I wanted to do was brush my teeth and go to bed. But Gerard decided it would be loads more fun if he instead hid my toothbrush and watched me as I tried to find it. We had spent the whole day in just our boxers, eating, watching DVDs, and having the occasional make out session. I still wasn't fully comfortable with kissing Gerard, but when he invaded my personal space, I couldn't and would never deny him.
"Colder!" He yelled from the stairs where he sat, giggling again as I sighed frustrated. "Gerard, seriously, I'm tired, I just want to go to bed, please just give me my toothbrush." I whined. He bit his lip, obviously trying to hold back more laughing. "Fine, I'll give you clues." He said, like he was doing me a big favor. I turned away from him and leant against the table, I was ready to throttle him. Doesn't he ever run out of energy? "It's in a warm place." He said quietly. I slowly turned around and stared at him. "It's covered by something white." I looked over his body, the only clothing he was wearing were his white boxers. "It's in a private place." I stared at his crotch. "It's one of my favorite places." He giggled, as I walked closer to him. "And although you won't admit it, it's probably one of your favorite places too." "Gerard." I cut in quick, standing above him in an attempt to intimidate. "Is my toothbrush in your boxers?" I asked slowly in disbelief. He nodded and started to giggle again. Out of all the places he could have put my toothbrush, he puts it in his underpants. I remained where I was standing and stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to grab it out of his boxers, but he just stared right back smirking at me. "I'm going to have to get it myself aren't I?" I asked him. He nodded enthusiastically. I placed my hand flat against his stomach, feeling the speed of his breathing increase. I slowly inched my hand lower, letting my fingers slip underneath the band of his boxers. "Where abouts in your boxers is it exactly?" I asked, while stroking his skin. "To the right." He breathed out. I let my fingers glide across the skin underneath his stomach and dip lower, keeping close to his thigh. "Gerard?" I questioned when I couldn't feel my toothbrush. "My right." He whispered biting his lip. I rolled my eyes and pulled my hand out a little before searching the other side. There I felt the handle of my toothbrush. When I closed my fist around it though, I felt my knuckles brush his member. Gerard gasped quietly and I quickly withdrew my hand, and ran off to the bathroom. I know it's stupid, but, the only, well, 'male organ' that I've ever touched has been my own, and it feels strange and wrong to touch someone else's. It would make what we were doing more absolute, if I was the one to be touching him. Gerard's always in control, but when I heard him gasp like that, I knew that if I wanted, I could reduce that boy to a moaning, blubbering mess with a few long and hard strokes of his cock. And to be honest, that scared me.
Half way through brushing my teeth Gerard joined me to do the same. I avoided looking at him, feeling uncomfortable about what had just happened. I decided to chance a peek at his reflection instead of looking directly at him, but he had the same idea. I sighed as we stared each other and broke eye contact to rinse my mouth with water. When I looked up he was standing directly behind me, so close, but not quite touching. I stopped and stared at us. In the reflection I saw two boys, two boys who should not be together. But the way he was looking at me, so intensely, I leant back into his chest sighing in defeat. Gerard wrapped one arm around my waist, his hand resting on my stomach as he continued to finish brushing his teeth. I continued to lean on him, saying nothing while studying his every move intently. It wasn't until he let go of me and indicated with his head he needed to spit that I took my eyes off him to move. I stood behind him and when he stood back up I studied his back. From his strong shoulders, to his slightly rounded hips. I lightly touched either side of his waist with my fingertips and let them slowly slide up to his shoulders and back down again. I'd never actually been able to just take my time and feel him. His skin was so soft and flawless underneath my touch, he was too perfect. I looked in the mirror to see he was still finishing brushing his teeth, but his eyes were focused on my face. I slowly leant forward and left a lingering kiss on his shoulder blade, before leaving the bathroom and heading to the basement.
I jumped into Gerard's bed and stretched out on the side far from the wall. I knew what I was going to do for him when he came down, I was going to be the one to touch. It made me nervous just thinking about it, but I wanted to do this, to prove that I could. When he came back he shut the door lazily behind me and slowly walked over to the bed. I swallowed hard at the way his boxers hung low on his hips which he naturally swung as he walked. When he noticed I was on the side of the bed closest to him, he did as I expected, and began to climb over me to the other side. I grabbed his hips halfway through, making him sit on all fours above me. I leant up and gave him a quick but hard kiss on the lips as reassurance when I saw his confused expression. I let my hands wander over his chest, loving the way he began to pant above me. We stared straight into each others eyes, in a way it calmed me down, not having to look at what I was about to do. I grabbed the band of his boxers, and slowly slid them down. Even though Gerard was now fully on display, I still kept my eyes firmly on him. I didn't hesitate now, I just slid my hand down his stomach until I reached his base. I wrapped my hand around him, and began to slowly pump. Gerard started biting his lip and letting little moans slip from his mouth, I loved seeing him out of control. His cheeks were flushed a soft pink, his hair was slightly sticking to his head and his mouth was now hanging open, breathing out hot moans into my face. He was supporting his weight above me with his arms and I could tell that he was finding it hard to remember not to let himself collapse on top of me. I slowly turned him over using my free hand to guide his head to the pillow. He pushed his head back into my hand, throwing it back with his eyes squeezed tightly shut, arching his back off the mattress as I stroked him faster. "S-So close." He struggled to whisper. It was then I finally looked at him, all of him. As I watched my hand stroke him, and than looking back to his angelic face, I thought he was the most breathtaking creature I had ever seen and I just felt so privileged to be able to see him like that. I brought my head down to meet my hand, and switched my hand for my mouth. I had no intentions when I decided to get Gerard off to use my mouth, but I just couldn't help it, I wanted to taste him.
"Fuck Frankie." Gerard was cursing over and over as I bobbed my head up and down and sucked as hard as I could. If someone had of told me when I first met Gerard that I would end up sucking the 'angel gone wrong' off, I would have recommended they started seeing a shrink. But here I was, in his bedroom, lips wrapped around his cock. I slid my mouth further onto him until he hit the back of my throat and soon felt Gerard's body tense. "Frannnnk!" He yelled and I felt his sticky liquid fill my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and sat up to watch him as he tried to calm down from his orgasm. When he finally was able to focus his eyes on me, he gave me a lazy smile and gestured for me to lay down next him. I complied and placed my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. "You didn't have to do that Frankie." He whispered, sounding torn between worry and shame. I smiled at his concern. "I know Gee, but I wanted to." I said softly, turning my head a little to kiss the skin of his chest. We didn't say anything to each other after that and I slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Monday was here and I was sitting in english thinking about Gerard. I probably looked like a fool to the outside world, grinning away while the teacher dribbled on about some novel we were reading. But I couldn't help it, in the morning we barely got to speak to each other because Mikey was there, and then it was straight to class. Now that I had kissed him, that's all I could think about doing. I hated feeling like this, but I couldn't help it, I wanted him. English was over before I knew it and I couldn't remember hearing a single word the teacher said. I sped out of the classroom as quick as I could and headed to my locker. Mikey and I then went to the outside benches as per usual, to meet the others. We were the first to arrive and I sat impatiently waiting for Gerard to appear. God I was needy. When I saw only Bob and Ray approach, I couldn't form words I was so disappointed. Lucky for me Mikey was also curious to where his brother had got to. "Where's Gerard got to?" Mikey asked slightly worried, obviously thinking about all the things he could be up to. Bob and Ray smirked at each other. "He told us that he had to go to the art room and that if anyone wanted to join him, only Frank was welcome to." Ray said laughing. Mikey poked me in the ribs. "Well you better go lover boy." He said giggling. I glared at them and told them to shut up as I made my way to the art room, secretly thrilled to be seeing Gerard alone.
When I got there he was laying on one of the tables humming to himself, obviously waiting for me to arrive. I walked over to him and stood so my crotch was level with his face. He glanced at my crotch and looked up at me smiling. "Frankie." He breathed out holding his hands up to me. I leant down and brought my lips to his, kissing him upside down. I pulled back to breathe and he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the table so he could pull me by the hips to stand between them. We continued to kiss, his arms wrapped around my waist pushing our chests together. "Gerard?" I asked between kisses. "Mmhmm?" He mumbled against my lips. "It's my parents anniversary Thursday." I said placing my hands against his chest to hold him back. "And?" He asked pouting. "And.." I said, giving him a quick kiss. "They're going to be out late that night, you know romantic dinner and all, so I was wondering if you wanted to you know, come over? Keep me company?" I asked nervously. I wasn't planning on asking Gerard over on Thursday, I was actually just going to spend the night alone watching DVDs. But I just couldn't resist, and I knew he couldn't either. "Hmmm, an invitation to spend the night alone with you." He looked up at the ceiling and pretended to debate the idea in his head. I reached up and tugged one of his black locks so he would look at me. He smirked and kissed me on the nose. "As long as I'm allowed to get you naked." He said. I rolled my eyes and leant my forehead against his, just enjoying his presence. "So because it's your parents anniversary and all, does that mean they're going to be off somewhere doing the dirty?" Gerard asked innocently. I pulled away from him and twisted my face in disgust. "God, you really know how to ruin a moment."
By the way the reason that my updating is so delayed and I only do one chapter now is that I'm back at school, so I have to work it around home work and shit. Ew I know. Anyways let me know if you liked...
Raese.
17.
Have you ever hidden something from someone? Then, as they searched aimlessly around the room looking for it, have you sat down and watched, while yelling whether they were getting hotter or colder? Gerard has. All I wanted to do was brush my teeth and go to bed. But Gerard decided it would be loads more fun if he instead hid my toothbrush and watched me as I tried to find it. We had spent the whole day in just our boxers, eating, watching DVDs, and having the occasional make out session. I still wasn't fully comfortable with kissing Gerard, but when he invaded my personal space, I couldn't and would never deny him.
"Colder!" He yelled from the stairs where he sat, giggling again as I sighed frustrated. "Gerard, seriously, I'm tired, I just want to go to bed, please just give me my toothbrush." I whined. He bit his lip, obviously trying to hold back more laughing. "Fine, I'll give you clues." He said, like he was doing me a big favor. I turned away from him and leant against the table, I was ready to throttle him. Doesn't he ever run out of energy? "It's in a warm place." He said quietly. I slowly turned around and stared at him. "It's covered by something white." I looked over his body, the only clothing he was wearing were his white boxers. "It's in a private place." I stared at his crotch. "It's one of my favorite places." He giggled, as I walked closer to him. "And although you won't admit it, it's probably one of your favorite places too." "Gerard." I cut in quick, standing above him in an attempt to intimidate. "Is my toothbrush in your boxers?" I asked slowly in disbelief. He nodded and started to giggle again. Out of all the places he could have put my toothbrush, he puts it in his underpants. I remained where I was standing and stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to grab it out of his boxers, but he just stared right back smirking at me. "I'm going to have to get it myself aren't I?" I asked him. He nodded enthusiastically. I placed my hand flat against his stomach, feeling the speed of his breathing increase. I slowly inched my hand lower, letting my fingers slip underneath the band of his boxers. "Where abouts in your boxers is it exactly?" I asked, while stroking his skin. "To the right." He breathed out. I let my fingers glide across the skin underneath his stomach and dip lower, keeping close to his thigh. "Gerard?" I questioned when I couldn't feel my toothbrush. "My right." He whispered biting his lip. I rolled my eyes and pulled my hand out a little before searching the other side. There I felt the handle of my toothbrush. When I closed my fist around it though, I felt my knuckles brush his member. Gerard gasped quietly and I quickly withdrew my hand, and ran off to the bathroom. I know it's stupid, but, the only, well, 'male organ' that I've ever touched has been my own, and it feels strange and wrong to touch someone else's. It would make what we were doing more absolute, if I was the one to be touching him. Gerard's always in control, but when I heard him gasp like that, I knew that if I wanted, I could reduce that boy to a moaning, blubbering mess with a few long and hard strokes of his cock. And to be honest, that scared me.
Half way through brushing my teeth Gerard joined me to do the same. I avoided looking at him, feeling uncomfortable about what had just happened. I decided to chance a peek at his reflection instead of looking directly at him, but he had the same idea. I sighed as we stared each other and broke eye contact to rinse my mouth with water. When I looked up he was standing directly behind me, so close, but not quite touching. I stopped and stared at us. In the reflection I saw two boys, two boys who should not be together. But the way he was looking at me, so intensely, I leant back into his chest sighing in defeat. Gerard wrapped one arm around my waist, his hand resting on my stomach as he continued to finish brushing his teeth. I continued to lean on him, saying nothing while studying his every move intently. It wasn't until he let go of me and indicated with his head he needed to spit that I took my eyes off him to move. I stood behind him and when he stood back up I studied his back. From his strong shoulders, to his slightly rounded hips. I lightly touched either side of his waist with my fingertips and let them slowly slide up to his shoulders and back down again. I'd never actually been able to just take my time and feel him. His skin was so soft and flawless underneath my touch, he was too perfect. I looked in the mirror to see he was still finishing brushing his teeth, but his eyes were focused on my face. I slowly leant forward and left a lingering kiss on his shoulder blade, before leaving the bathroom and heading to the basement.
I jumped into Gerard's bed and stretched out on the side far from the wall. I knew what I was going to do for him when he came down, I was going to be the one to touch. It made me nervous just thinking about it, but I wanted to do this, to prove that I could. When he came back he shut the door lazily behind me and slowly walked over to the bed. I swallowed hard at the way his boxers hung low on his hips which he naturally swung as he walked. When he noticed I was on the side of the bed closest to him, he did as I expected, and began to climb over me to the other side. I grabbed his hips halfway through, making him sit on all fours above me. I leant up and gave him a quick but hard kiss on the lips as reassurance when I saw his confused expression. I let my hands wander over his chest, loving the way he began to pant above me. We stared straight into each others eyes, in a way it calmed me down, not having to look at what I was about to do. I grabbed the band of his boxers, and slowly slid them down. Even though Gerard was now fully on display, I still kept my eyes firmly on him. I didn't hesitate now, I just slid my hand down his stomach until I reached his base. I wrapped my hand around him, and began to slowly pump. Gerard started biting his lip and letting little moans slip from his mouth, I loved seeing him out of control. His cheeks were flushed a soft pink, his hair was slightly sticking to his head and his mouth was now hanging open, breathing out hot moans into my face. He was supporting his weight above me with his arms and I could tell that he was finding it hard to remember not to let himself collapse on top of me. I slowly turned him over using my free hand to guide his head to the pillow. He pushed his head back into my hand, throwing it back with his eyes squeezed tightly shut, arching his back off the mattress as I stroked him faster. "S-So close." He struggled to whisper. It was then I finally looked at him, all of him. As I watched my hand stroke him, and than looking back to his angelic face, I thought he was the most breathtaking creature I had ever seen and I just felt so privileged to be able to see him like that. I brought my head down to meet my hand, and switched my hand for my mouth. I had no intentions when I decided to get Gerard off to use my mouth, but I just couldn't help it, I wanted to taste him.
"Fuck Frankie." Gerard was cursing over and over as I bobbed my head up and down and sucked as hard as I could. If someone had of told me when I first met Gerard that I would end up sucking the 'angel gone wrong' off, I would have recommended they started seeing a shrink. But here I was, in his bedroom, lips wrapped around his cock. I slid my mouth further onto him until he hit the back of my throat and soon felt Gerard's body tense. "Frannnnk!" He yelled and I felt his sticky liquid fill my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and sat up to watch him as he tried to calm down from his orgasm. When he finally was able to focus his eyes on me, he gave me a lazy smile and gestured for me to lay down next him. I complied and placed my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. "You didn't have to do that Frankie." He whispered, sounding torn between worry and shame. I smiled at his concern. "I know Gee, but I wanted to." I said softly, turning my head a little to kiss the skin of his chest. We didn't say anything to each other after that and I slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Monday was here and I was sitting in english thinking about Gerard. I probably looked like a fool to the outside world, grinning away while the teacher dribbled on about some novel we were reading. But I couldn't help it, in the morning we barely got to speak to each other because Mikey was there, and then it was straight to class. Now that I had kissed him, that's all I could think about doing. I hated feeling like this, but I couldn't help it, I wanted him. English was over before I knew it and I couldn't remember hearing a single word the teacher said. I sped out of the classroom as quick as I could and headed to my locker. Mikey and I then went to the outside benches as per usual, to meet the others. We were the first to arrive and I sat impatiently waiting for Gerard to appear. God I was needy. When I saw only Bob and Ray approach, I couldn't form words I was so disappointed. Lucky for me Mikey was also curious to where his brother had got to. "Where's Gerard got to?" Mikey asked slightly worried, obviously thinking about all the things he could be up to. Bob and Ray smirked at each other. "He told us that he had to go to the art room and that if anyone wanted to join him, only Frank was welcome to." Ray said laughing. Mikey poked me in the ribs. "Well you better go lover boy." He said giggling. I glared at them and told them to shut up as I made my way to the art room, secretly thrilled to be seeing Gerard alone.
When I got there he was laying on one of the tables humming to himself, obviously waiting for me to arrive. I walked over to him and stood so my crotch was level with his face. He glanced at my crotch and looked up at me smiling. "Frankie." He breathed out holding his hands up to me. I leant down and brought my lips to his, kissing him upside down. I pulled back to breathe and he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the table so he could pull me by the hips to stand between them. We continued to kiss, his arms wrapped around my waist pushing our chests together. "Gerard?" I asked between kisses. "Mmhmm?" He mumbled against my lips. "It's my parents anniversary Thursday." I said placing my hands against his chest to hold him back. "And?" He asked pouting. "And.." I said, giving him a quick kiss. "They're going to be out late that night, you know romantic dinner and all, so I was wondering if you wanted to you know, come over? Keep me company?" I asked nervously. I wasn't planning on asking Gerard over on Thursday, I was actually just going to spend the night alone watching DVDs. But I just couldn't resist, and I knew he couldn't either. "Hmmm, an invitation to spend the night alone with you." He looked up at the ceiling and pretended to debate the idea in his head. I reached up and tugged one of his black locks so he would look at me. He smirked and kissed me on the nose. "As long as I'm allowed to get you naked." He said. I rolled my eyes and leant my forehead against his, just enjoying his presence. "So because it's your parents anniversary and all, does that mean they're going to be off somewhere doing the dirty?" Gerard asked innocently. I pulled away from him and twisted my face in disgust. "God, you really know how to ruin a moment."
By the way the reason that my updating is so delayed and I only do one chapter now is that I'm back at school, so I have to work it around home work and shit. Ew I know. Anyways let me know if you liked...
Raese.
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