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Hey guys, so sorry for such the long delay. Writer's block and homework, oh the joys of life. Anyway here's chapter 18, I'm not sure if I like it so be honest and let me know what you think....
18.
Waiting for Thursday to come proved to be a challenge. All week Gerard had been attacking me from different directions at school. In the art room, in the janitor's closet, in the bathroom stalls, anywhere he could. Right now I was in science waiting for him to appear out of nowhere and take me to art. I waited all lesson for him to show up, ignoring everyone around, but it never happened. I was more than a little bit worried. But when class was over I found him outside the classroom grinning sheepishly at me. I took in his appearance and raised my eyebrows. He had bandages around his knuckles, his lip was a little bloody but other than that, he at least still appeared to be working fine. Without saying anything he took me by the wrist and walked me to the art room. The art teacher loved him and let him go in there whenever he pleased. I crossed my arms in front of my body and stared at him waiting for an explanation. "It was just a little fight, don't worry about it baby." I rolled my eyes at him. "Who did you fight with Gerard?" I asked. "You know that kid Liam with the pointy nose?" I nodded, I knew Liam, he was an asshole. "Well let's just say he's nose isn't so pointy anymore." He said slowly, like I may explode if he talked any louder. "And what about you, look at your lip?" It didn't look too bad, almost as if he just bit it, but still, the thought of him being hurt made me want to cry. "Oh, yeah one of his friends hit me, but don't worry, they're in the nurses office too now." I nodded, more to myself really, trying to work out whether I thought Gerard beating up other people was okay or not. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me up so I had to wrap my legs around him. He liked to hold me that way. "Don't be upset Frankie, you know I'd only do something like that if the kid was really asking for it." I nodded again, he's right, usually all he has to do is threaten people and they run away. Liam probably kept insulting him, or worse, he probably insulted Mikey or me. I kissed his lips softly and tasted the metallic flavor of his blood. Deciding that I liked it, I gently began sucking on his lip as Gerard watched me wide eyed. Sometimes Gerard gets a surprise when I'm the one to decide to heat things up, he is usually the one who makes that decision.
He carefully walked backwards, still carrying me, until he was able to sit on one of the tables with me comfortably in his lap. He always liked to start off slowly kissing me, just lips on lips. Never rough. The only rough kiss we ever shared was our first. I broke our kiss to start sucking on his neck and Gerard tilted his head back to allow better access. He liked it when I sucked on his neck, his vampire fantasies kicking in again. I personally just loved leaving hickeys on him, even though nobody except the guys knew it was me leaving them, I still felt like it was a way of showing people that Gerard was mine and mine only. It wasn't long before I could feel just how much Gerard was enjoying my sucking, I could feel him underneath me. I slowly slid off his lap and dropped to my knees so I was sitting in between his legs, face in line with his crotch. I lightly bit at the crotch of his jeans and blew hot air through the denim, earning myself a long and strained moan from Gerard's hot little mouth. But too soon it was followed by a groan at the sound of the bell. I got up and grinned at his pouting face. "My poor angel, I'll fix you up after school, okay?" I said babying him and kissing his lips. "But you can't, I have detention, apparently I can't put two kids in the nurse's office and expect no punishment." He said sarcastically. "Stupid bitch." He muttered, obviously referring to our principal. "Sorry Gee, tomorrow's Thursday though, just think about that." I said squeezing his cheeks and kissing his juicy lips again before I had to go. "Fine, but it's going to be hard if you catch my drift." He said, looking from me to his crotch.
I felt so sorry for my violent angel that I ended up staying at school to meet Gerard after his detention. Mikey, instead of getting annoyed that he had to walk home alone like I thought he would, found it so adorable. He wouldn't stop 'awwing' at me when I told him. With an hour and a half to kill until I can surprise Gerard, I ended up in the library reading. I had been preparing myself for an agonizing wait, but I got so lost in one of the books I found that I almost lost track of the time. I shuffled over to the classroom where detention had been held and watched the usual suspects exit the room. Gerard was last to exit, turning around to 'thank the teacher for having him' before walking into the bathrooms. I followed him in and watched silently from the doorway as he washed his delicate face. When he was finished he continued to stare at his reflection, I would have laughed at this if it weren't for his serious expression. He screwed up his face and began to wash it again. He looked so unhappy and over something so simple. He did have a little bit of a compulsion to wash his face whenever he was in the bathroom I had noticed, but the way he was doing it. It was almost if he was desperate to make it clean. "Gerard." I said, breaking him out of his trance. He looked up at me and smiled in relief. "You waited for me?" He asked sweetly, tilting his head to the side. I nodded and walked over to him, grabbing his perfect wet face in my hands and kissing it all over. "You okay?" I asked smiling at him. He nodded quickly and began to kiss me, I felt as though he was dismissing me, but I let him continue. It wasn't long before I felt the same hardness I had felt in the art room pressing against my leg, and I smiled into the kiss, proud that I could so easily turn him on. I pressed him up against the wall and slipped my hand into his pants. I wanted to make him feel good, but at the same time I was hurrying because I didn't want to get caught. I pumped as fast and as hard as I could, massaging our tongues together to quieten Gerard's moans. He was still being too loud though, so I resorted to covering his mouth with my free hand. I kept it there and watched his eyes, until I felt my other hand being covered with his cum. I smiled at him and washed my hand in the sink, proud that I was the one to turn Gerard Way into a mess. "Fuck Frankie, stop smiling at me like that, you'll make me hard all over again." He sighed. "Just remember Gee, tomorrow's Thursday."
When I got up that morning I did indeed remember that tomorrow, well now today, is Thursday. Before Gerard and I parted yesterday we had made an agreement not to touch each other until tonight and I knew it was going to be quite a hard task. I wanted to challenge him though, so I put on my tightest jeans, pink belt, and usual t-shirt. I did my best to make him break the agreement before I did. All day we tip toed around each other, eyes the only thing that were allowed to wonder, but neither of us gave in. We weren't walking home from school together today either, he was getting a ride with Bob and Ray. But that was only another part of the game, delaying any kind of interaction. I wasn't too upset, it's nice to walk home with just Mikey, sometimes Gerard forgets to let him speak.
"So Frank, are you dating my brother?" Mikey asked as we walked. "Um, well, I don't know." I stuttered out nervously, caught off guard by his sudden curiosity. But I really didn't know what was going on between Gerard and I as I thought more about it. We had never talked about a relationship. We would just see each other and then begin to make out, or maybe promise each other a little something later. But other than that, Gerard and I simply acted like best friends in public and two horny teenage boys in private. "Oh, okay, just thought you might be." He answered smiling. I looked away in embarrassment and began to hum a song to fill the silence that followed. I found it incredibly awkward to talk about Gerard, I was suppose to be straight. I got home to find my father sitting watching television as my mother got ready upstairs. They rarely ever went out, so my mom was taking her time to dress as nice and fancy as she could. After a polite exchange of greetings between my father and I, I went to the kitchen to get myself a drink, the television I could still hear streaming in from the living room. "They were attacked during school hours on campus by a gang of fellow students. one of the boys is in hospital after being stabbed three times in the chest. It is believed that the boys were attacked based on the fact they were a homosexual couple...." I walked into the living room after I heard the word homosexual. "Two boys were attacked for being gay?" I asked my dad staring at the news reporter on the screen as she told the story emotionless. My dad nodded slowly. "I suppose it's God's way of saying that what they are doing is wrong, if people are going to commit such sins they should expect the consequences that follow with it." My jaw nearly hit the floor. "You think it's okay that they got stabbed because they're gay?" I asked. "Of course not Frank, I don't condone violence, but some people just bring these kind of things on themselves." I refused to listen to anything more he had to say. A gay couple get attacked and it's their fault? What the fuck? I felt my eyes tear up and I grabbed my phone. 'COME HERE NOW.' I texted Gerard, desperate to see him.
I stayed in my room until my parents left, sitting still on my bed, feeling as if I was going to burst. My father's wrong, but then I'm wrong as well. How am I suppose to decide what the right thing to do is when the people who raised me can't. What if that was Gerard and I? Do we deserve to get stabbed because we're together? I heard the front door being knocked on and I yelled at the person to come up, knowing it was Gerard. As soon as he opened my bedroom door I jumped on him. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, I buried my hands in his hair and started to kiss the fuck out of him. "Mmm, Frankie, what's going on?" He mumbled through kisses. I ignored his question and began to kiss his jaw. "Fuck baby, slow down." He said holding my face back with his hands. "What is it?" He asked, knowing I wasn't okay. "I just, I don't know, can you dodge a knife?" I asked stupidly. He smiled at me a little and nodded his head. "You watched the news?" He asked. I nodded and looked down feeling even more stupider. "I can dodge a knife Frankie, don't you worry about that." He said smiling. I slowly looked up at his face. He didn't know how scared I was of being with him, and he didn't know how scared I was of being without him. I was afraid to sin, but I needed him too much to stop. "Gerard?" I said looking at his mouth. "Yeah?" I continued to stare. "Can I tell you something?" I asked finally looking up into his eyes. "Yeah, of course." He said. "What is it?" 'Don't say it Frank.' I thought. 'You'll regret it.' But I continued. "I want you to take me." Gerard was silent for a moment, staring at me. I could tell he was arguing with himself about what to do. "I, Frank, you aren't ready, I don't want you to rush into something like this, I mean if." I cut him off. "Please Gerard." I said kissing his neck. "Frankie I just-" "Fuck me Gee." I whispered into his ear, knowing he liked it when I swore. "Frank you don't want this, you don't know what you're asking." He said desperately. I thought about it for a second, I want this, I want this so bad. I don't care if I regret it later, he is mine and I am his. "Gee, I am giving myself to you. Not because I feel like I have to, not because I feel pressured to. But because I want to. Will you take me?" I asked, letting the question linger in the air, unsure of the answer I was going to hear.
I know not a lot is happening in this chapter but I'm going to do my best to write the next chapter as soon as possible, so let me know your thoughts.
Raese.
18.
Waiting for Thursday to come proved to be a challenge. All week Gerard had been attacking me from different directions at school. In the art room, in the janitor's closet, in the bathroom stalls, anywhere he could. Right now I was in science waiting for him to appear out of nowhere and take me to art. I waited all lesson for him to show up, ignoring everyone around, but it never happened. I was more than a little bit worried. But when class was over I found him outside the classroom grinning sheepishly at me. I took in his appearance and raised my eyebrows. He had bandages around his knuckles, his lip was a little bloody but other than that, he at least still appeared to be working fine. Without saying anything he took me by the wrist and walked me to the art room. The art teacher loved him and let him go in there whenever he pleased. I crossed my arms in front of my body and stared at him waiting for an explanation. "It was just a little fight, don't worry about it baby." I rolled my eyes at him. "Who did you fight with Gerard?" I asked. "You know that kid Liam with the pointy nose?" I nodded, I knew Liam, he was an asshole. "Well let's just say he's nose isn't so pointy anymore." He said slowly, like I may explode if he talked any louder. "And what about you, look at your lip?" It didn't look too bad, almost as if he just bit it, but still, the thought of him being hurt made me want to cry. "Oh, yeah one of his friends hit me, but don't worry, they're in the nurses office too now." I nodded, more to myself really, trying to work out whether I thought Gerard beating up other people was okay or not. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me up so I had to wrap my legs around him. He liked to hold me that way. "Don't be upset Frankie, you know I'd only do something like that if the kid was really asking for it." I nodded again, he's right, usually all he has to do is threaten people and they run away. Liam probably kept insulting him, or worse, he probably insulted Mikey or me. I kissed his lips softly and tasted the metallic flavor of his blood. Deciding that I liked it, I gently began sucking on his lip as Gerard watched me wide eyed. Sometimes Gerard gets a surprise when I'm the one to decide to heat things up, he is usually the one who makes that decision.
He carefully walked backwards, still carrying me, until he was able to sit on one of the tables with me comfortably in his lap. He always liked to start off slowly kissing me, just lips on lips. Never rough. The only rough kiss we ever shared was our first. I broke our kiss to start sucking on his neck and Gerard tilted his head back to allow better access. He liked it when I sucked on his neck, his vampire fantasies kicking in again. I personally just loved leaving hickeys on him, even though nobody except the guys knew it was me leaving them, I still felt like it was a way of showing people that Gerard was mine and mine only. It wasn't long before I could feel just how much Gerard was enjoying my sucking, I could feel him underneath me. I slowly slid off his lap and dropped to my knees so I was sitting in between his legs, face in line with his crotch. I lightly bit at the crotch of his jeans and blew hot air through the denim, earning myself a long and strained moan from Gerard's hot little mouth. But too soon it was followed by a groan at the sound of the bell. I got up and grinned at his pouting face. "My poor angel, I'll fix you up after school, okay?" I said babying him and kissing his lips. "But you can't, I have detention, apparently I can't put two kids in the nurse's office and expect no punishment." He said sarcastically. "Stupid bitch." He muttered, obviously referring to our principal. "Sorry Gee, tomorrow's Thursday though, just think about that." I said squeezing his cheeks and kissing his juicy lips again before I had to go. "Fine, but it's going to be hard if you catch my drift." He said, looking from me to his crotch.
I felt so sorry for my violent angel that I ended up staying at school to meet Gerard after his detention. Mikey, instead of getting annoyed that he had to walk home alone like I thought he would, found it so adorable. He wouldn't stop 'awwing' at me when I told him. With an hour and a half to kill until I can surprise Gerard, I ended up in the library reading. I had been preparing myself for an agonizing wait, but I got so lost in one of the books I found that I almost lost track of the time. I shuffled over to the classroom where detention had been held and watched the usual suspects exit the room. Gerard was last to exit, turning around to 'thank the teacher for having him' before walking into the bathrooms. I followed him in and watched silently from the doorway as he washed his delicate face. When he was finished he continued to stare at his reflection, I would have laughed at this if it weren't for his serious expression. He screwed up his face and began to wash it again. He looked so unhappy and over something so simple. He did have a little bit of a compulsion to wash his face whenever he was in the bathroom I had noticed, but the way he was doing it. It was almost if he was desperate to make it clean. "Gerard." I said, breaking him out of his trance. He looked up at me and smiled in relief. "You waited for me?" He asked sweetly, tilting his head to the side. I nodded and walked over to him, grabbing his perfect wet face in my hands and kissing it all over. "You okay?" I asked smiling at him. He nodded quickly and began to kiss me, I felt as though he was dismissing me, but I let him continue. It wasn't long before I felt the same hardness I had felt in the art room pressing against my leg, and I smiled into the kiss, proud that I could so easily turn him on. I pressed him up against the wall and slipped my hand into his pants. I wanted to make him feel good, but at the same time I was hurrying because I didn't want to get caught. I pumped as fast and as hard as I could, massaging our tongues together to quieten Gerard's moans. He was still being too loud though, so I resorted to covering his mouth with my free hand. I kept it there and watched his eyes, until I felt my other hand being covered with his cum. I smiled at him and washed my hand in the sink, proud that I was the one to turn Gerard Way into a mess. "Fuck Frankie, stop smiling at me like that, you'll make me hard all over again." He sighed. "Just remember Gee, tomorrow's Thursday."
When I got up that morning I did indeed remember that tomorrow, well now today, is Thursday. Before Gerard and I parted yesterday we had made an agreement not to touch each other until tonight and I knew it was going to be quite a hard task. I wanted to challenge him though, so I put on my tightest jeans, pink belt, and usual t-shirt. I did my best to make him break the agreement before I did. All day we tip toed around each other, eyes the only thing that were allowed to wonder, but neither of us gave in. We weren't walking home from school together today either, he was getting a ride with Bob and Ray. But that was only another part of the game, delaying any kind of interaction. I wasn't too upset, it's nice to walk home with just Mikey, sometimes Gerard forgets to let him speak.
"So Frank, are you dating my brother?" Mikey asked as we walked. "Um, well, I don't know." I stuttered out nervously, caught off guard by his sudden curiosity. But I really didn't know what was going on between Gerard and I as I thought more about it. We had never talked about a relationship. We would just see each other and then begin to make out, or maybe promise each other a little something later. But other than that, Gerard and I simply acted like best friends in public and two horny teenage boys in private. "Oh, okay, just thought you might be." He answered smiling. I looked away in embarrassment and began to hum a song to fill the silence that followed. I found it incredibly awkward to talk about Gerard, I was suppose to be straight. I got home to find my father sitting watching television as my mother got ready upstairs. They rarely ever went out, so my mom was taking her time to dress as nice and fancy as she could. After a polite exchange of greetings between my father and I, I went to the kitchen to get myself a drink, the television I could still hear streaming in from the living room. "They were attacked during school hours on campus by a gang of fellow students. one of the boys is in hospital after being stabbed three times in the chest. It is believed that the boys were attacked based on the fact they were a homosexual couple...." I walked into the living room after I heard the word homosexual. "Two boys were attacked for being gay?" I asked my dad staring at the news reporter on the screen as she told the story emotionless. My dad nodded slowly. "I suppose it's God's way of saying that what they are doing is wrong, if people are going to commit such sins they should expect the consequences that follow with it." My jaw nearly hit the floor. "You think it's okay that they got stabbed because they're gay?" I asked. "Of course not Frank, I don't condone violence, but some people just bring these kind of things on themselves." I refused to listen to anything more he had to say. A gay couple get attacked and it's their fault? What the fuck? I felt my eyes tear up and I grabbed my phone. 'COME HERE NOW.' I texted Gerard, desperate to see him.
I stayed in my room until my parents left, sitting still on my bed, feeling as if I was going to burst. My father's wrong, but then I'm wrong as well. How am I suppose to decide what the right thing to do is when the people who raised me can't. What if that was Gerard and I? Do we deserve to get stabbed because we're together? I heard the front door being knocked on and I yelled at the person to come up, knowing it was Gerard. As soon as he opened my bedroom door I jumped on him. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, I buried my hands in his hair and started to kiss the fuck out of him. "Mmm, Frankie, what's going on?" He mumbled through kisses. I ignored his question and began to kiss his jaw. "Fuck baby, slow down." He said holding my face back with his hands. "What is it?" He asked, knowing I wasn't okay. "I just, I don't know, can you dodge a knife?" I asked stupidly. He smiled at me a little and nodded his head. "You watched the news?" He asked. I nodded and looked down feeling even more stupider. "I can dodge a knife Frankie, don't you worry about that." He said smiling. I slowly looked up at his face. He didn't know how scared I was of being with him, and he didn't know how scared I was of being without him. I was afraid to sin, but I needed him too much to stop. "Gerard?" I said looking at his mouth. "Yeah?" I continued to stare. "Can I tell you something?" I asked finally looking up into his eyes. "Yeah, of course." He said. "What is it?" 'Don't say it Frank.' I thought. 'You'll regret it.' But I continued. "I want you to take me." Gerard was silent for a moment, staring at me. I could tell he was arguing with himself about what to do. "I, Frank, you aren't ready, I don't want you to rush into something like this, I mean if." I cut him off. "Please Gerard." I said kissing his neck. "Frankie I just-" "Fuck me Gee." I whispered into his ear, knowing he liked it when I swore. "Frank you don't want this, you don't know what you're asking." He said desperately. I thought about it for a second, I want this, I want this so bad. I don't care if I regret it later, he is mine and I am his. "Gee, I am giving myself to you. Not because I feel like I have to, not because I feel pressured to. But because I want to. Will you take me?" I asked, letting the question linger in the air, unsure of the answer I was going to hear.
I know not a lot is happening in this chapter but I'm going to do my best to write the next chapter as soon as possible, so let me know your thoughts.
Raese.
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