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Chapter Three.

It's strange. A minute ago, we were in tears about your horrific past, and now we're at a total contradiction, standing in each others arms, our faces millimeters apart. You move your face fractionally closer to mine, pausing and closing your eyes. A strange sensation takes over me, something urging me to kiss you right there. But I still hesitate, I don't want to do anything you'll regret.

'Are you sure about this?' I whisper, closing my eyes and tilting my head so our foreheads lightly touch.
'Only if you are' you whisper back and I can sense a smile on your lips as mine softly press to them, the hand on your arm threading under it to rest on your back.

After a moment, we pull back just looking at each other, but I kiss you again, this time my tongue parting your lips slightly, breaking into your mouth as our tongues glide over each other. I can't help but wonder why we're doing this, but through all my pain and anguish it feels right. I don't know anything about gay people other than what Sean did to me, but I'm guessing everything is similiar and I gently push you back onto your bed.

I massage my lips slowly against your own, locking my tongue with yours so they dance together. My hands move to the pit of your back as yours move up to my shoulders. We roll on our sides and break after a while, smiling at each other.
'Wow...' I say softly, seeing your expression just as shocked.
'Yeah...' It's not long before our lips are connected once more, small yet longing moans being emmitted every so often.

You taste so fucking good, all doubts vanishing from my arms mind as our tongues duel. We pull apart abruptly hearing a noise at the top of the stairs. We sit up anxious and sort ourselves out. My eyes are still puffy from crying and I wipe them as Mikey walks into the room.

'Sorry, was Alicia, you guys okay?'
'Yeah, Frank was just looking at my drawings.'
'Ohhhh, I'm glad I had to catch the phone, believe me I've had my fair share of looking at his art.'
'Yeah I'm glad you had to go too' I mumble, smiling at you. 'Frank, dyou wanna stay for tea? Our mom and dad aren't back till late so...'
'Yeah sure, I'd like that, what's on the menu?'
'Hmm... I'll go check.' Mikey scampers up the stairs, leaving us alone momentarily.

You immediately lean towards me, taking my chin in your fingers and tilting my face up to press your lips against my own again. But Mikeys back too soon and a thought strikes me. 'Mikey, is there any signal here?' Dammit, I've got no bars. 'Yeah, upstairs.' 'Kay, I'll be back in a sec. I mke my way up the steps finding full signal as I near the top. I text my Mom. 'At a friends house, I dno when I'll be back.'

'Okay.' Mikey claps his hands. 'Pizza, fries and soda. It should be here any minute.' ORDERED FOOD! Oh god. I'm a real freak when it comes to ordering food. I love it. We both go upstairs to see you putting your phone in your pocket and smiling.
'Mom says thats cool. What are we having again?'
'ORDERED FOOD!' I blurt out, covering my mouth and laughing slightly. Oh shit.
'What dweeboid means to say is, Pizza, fries and such.'

I laugh slightly and shake my head slightly. 'Dweeboid?' 'Meh.' Mikey just shrugs as an answer. 'What drinks?' 'Soda.' 'Anything stronger?' 'Um....' Mikey hesitates.

I see him say something to you, along the lines of 'but we're juniours...' and burst out laughing.
'Oh Mikey. Yeah I know where all the good stuff is, hang on.' Ignoring his worried look, I go to the kitchen and reach in the top cabinet, pulling out a bottle of cherry vodka and some WKDs. So we have 'gay drinks.' Go figure.
'Ahhhhhh' You look at the booze like a kid in a candy shop, the vodka's nearly empty, I drink that shit like water.
'Yeah, don't get Gee on the cherry, he's such a lightweight.' I smirk, pulling out another bottle. 'Which is why he obviously has another bottle.... Great...'

Mikey looks slightly worried as I take a bottle, opening it and taking a hearty swig of the vodka. I laugh at Mikeys expression offering him the bottle. He shakes his head.

'Relax little bro, I think that's the door' I giggle, hiccupping on my bottle of cherry. Mikey frowns and goes to answer the door for the food. You come over and peck my lips quickly.
'God you are a lightweight,' I just laugh childishly. 'It's cute though.' I giggle again and drink some more, seeing Mikey come in with the pizza. We each take a box, going to the livingroom and opening them on the couch, dumping the fries on the table.

We drink more and more as we eat, throwing fries at each other and laughing as we get more and more pissed, Mikey just watching us. I stand up at one point and lose balance as I sit down again, landing in your lap making me giggle more.

'Ooh hello...' I say, smirking and laughing with you, my face almost touching yours. I can see Mikey looking, almost intruiged.
'Hey there sexy' you giggle back, pecking my lips. Mikey bites his lip and tries to look away so we dont see him laughing but can't. I kiss you back, working my lips roughly on your own and battling my tongue against yours.
'Guys? Gee? Frank?' Mikey says, laughing a little as we ignore him but move further down on the couch so you're lying on top of me.

Mikeys laughter dies as he crumples his face in confusement and wstching us. 'Gee...?' I can taste the alcohol on your lips only drawing me in more. 'Frank....?'

'Mmm... Cherry.....' You run your tongue round the inside of my mouth, oblivious to the frenchfry Mikey chucks your way. I bite your bottom lip and pull you in for more, desperate for your taste again. I don't notice Mikey leave (I don't notice a lot) and dial his phone until I hear 'Ali? Yeah, Gee and my mate Frank are making out!'

You push me away slightly and I topple to the side, falling off the couch. 'Huh?' I close my eyes curling up 'Comfy floor.' 'Yeah I know, but Franks the one who was screaming about hating gay people at him. And now he- Oh yeah I know. Yeah, feel free.' I feel someone on top of me and open my eyes, to be met with your lips against my own again. You tangle your hands in my hair, my own moving to cup your ass.

Mmm, this floor is comfy. As your hands softly squeeze my ass, I place soft, cherry filled kisses to your pouting lips over and over, carressing your cheeks with my thumbs. 'Okay, see you babe, ten minutes? Okay' I carry on kissing you, regardless of my brother.

'Ow fuck.' I pull away sharply feeling a pain in my head. 'Don't kick my head Mikey!' I struggle out from under you, swaying on my feet in front of your brother. 'Are you missing out?' I step closer, putting my arms round his neck but he pushes me away and I trip, landing on the sofa.

I laugh, rejoining you on the couch. Mikey takes away the pizza boxes and fries, you streching out on the couch and pulling me to rest my head on your chest. I close my eyes and feel your hand stroking my hair. Mikey comes back in with coffee and puts them on the table. 'Here.'

'Coffee? Is there no vodka left?' I pout before you giggle standing up.
'I know where there's some.'
'Gerard- Oh fucks sake.' Mikey follows you out of the room and I hear him saying 'You've had enough, and don't forget, Franks younger than you.'
'Yeah. Sure. I know. It was his idea.'
'Well, maybe thats him, you shouldn't encourage it.'
'Fuck you.' You hiccup, giggling.
'Gee....just be sensible.'
You walk back through, carrying two more bottles of vodka. How much do you have in this house? You hand me one and I grin, drinking as Mikey sits down opposite us, sighing.

'He's always on that stuff.' 'Thts because it's the best, it's the best stuff ever yes it is, the best best best... Stuff.' I laugh as I drink a little more, hearing a knock at the door. 'No ones HOOME!' I call, laughing with you like a child. Mikey answers it, bringing Alicia in. 'Jesus, how much have they had?' She laughs. 'A lot, and I just got a txt from mom saying they're stuck in the snow so are pulling in at a hotel tonight. Look who I'm stuck with.' Sh kisses his head and aqwhs, then laughing some more at us.

I have a sudden urge to try and do a headstand. I put the bottle down on the floor, burying my head next to the cushions and starting to do one against the back of the sofa. 'What the fuck Frank?!' Mikey looks at me and I grin. 'Headstand!'
Alicia just laughs as I look at her upside down. I feel someone pushing my legs and I tumble over the back of the sofa. I land on my back and look up, seeing you grinning down at me. I giggle.
'I thought they were making out?' Alicia stiffles her laughs as she speaks to Mikey. I grab your hand, pulling you over the top too.

'Ooooh!' I giggle, rolling to face you and pecking your lips. 'Mmm... I' peck 'missed those' peck. Alicia lookstoynd and laughs as our small kisses get longer and more tender, the both of us soon not able to resist. Your lips are so... Sweet, and silky, they're-

Chapter Four (Makingup forthe last chapter. Oh you guy will love this...)


'Gerard's fallen asleep!' 'Wha?! No way man I haven't.... Shut up..'.,

You had. For about a minute. Not long. But you had your lip against mine all the time and I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to kiss you just because you were asleep. Mikey comes up near our heads and pulls us apart, yanking on our arms until we're standing, swaying wildly on out feet and grinning stupidly at him. Alicia bursts out laughing. 'You guys are sooo pissed!' She blurts out between giggles. I just smile cheesily at her. 'Ugh, you two should go to bed.' Mikey mumbles, starting to lead us away. As though joined together, we stumble and fall, landing on our backs and looking up at exactly the same time.

I kiss your cheek playfully and yawn, nuzzling your cheek with my nose. I feel your fingers latch on my shirt fabric and pull it up over my head as I unbutton your shirt so it drapes slightly. ''Ooh hello' I szay, giggling at you for no reason. You laugh back and roll on your front, looking at me.

I hear Mikey speaking to Alicia in a worried tone of voice, but she laughs and I hear her reply in a lighthearted way before TV goes on. I stare at you for what feels like ages, but is probably only a couple of seconds. 'What?' 'Thinking. Shhh.' What was I even thinking about again? Oh yeah. 16 sheep, 17 sheep, 18 sheep. And a sheep getting raped by a psyco clutching a bloody knife and wearing a hockey mask. 'About what?' 'Sheep. And a serial killer.' I grin at you, pulling you closer for a kiss. You drape your leg across my thigh, grinding your hips against my own and causing friction.

I bring my leg up to lock tighter with yours, not caring what we're doing. My hands csrress your fave gently as my leg wraps round your thigh, pulling us closer. I then grip your waist, feeling your hands in my hair and bite slowly down on your bottom lip.

I moan loudly as you drag my lip out and the noise attracts Mikey. 'What the hell guys?!' He makes us jump, pulling away from each other, but we don't rush it. But when we see his face we scramble to our feet, our backs against the wall. 'You're the oldest Gee, why should I be in charge, looking after the kid?' Gerard stayed silent, but I couldn't prevent the giggle. Roles reversed between brothers. Mikey shot me a glare. 'Behave, cos there's nowhere else for you to sleep and I'm more than willing to send you home.' 'You sound like my Mom.' 'Whatever.' He walks out, us looking at each other and stifling a giggle as we sit on the bed making exaggerated shhhing noises. Its not long before our lips are connected again, moving in rhythm as we lay on the small bed next to each other.

'You taste... So damn good Frankie.... So.... Damn good... So....' I shut my eyes as my lips remain on yours, yours still slowly pumping at a steady rhythm, the rhythm getting more relaxed as your hand moves to my neck. You pull away momentarily and I let my lips fall into a dreamy half-pout, soon to be reconnected with yours. I don't kiss you again as I have drifted off into sleep, we just lay with our lips touching and our legs entwined, dreaming.

I open my eyes drunkenly, giggling as I pull away. I suddenly pull away, feeling sick. Shit. I don't know where your bathroom is. I reach the top of the stairs, clamping a hand over my mouth, realising its silent and everyone else is asleep. I glance around quickly, feeling dizzy at the quick movements. So many doors...I race over to a window, and open it as I puke into a hedge just outside.

Feeling you pull away, I open my eyes and look for you. It must be about 1am now and I've barely sobered. I sit up and wait for you to come down, opening my arms into a hug. You join me, straddling my lap and wrapping your arms round my neck, pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

You giggle. 'Puke breath.' I just deepen the kiss, placing a hand on the back of your head to pull you closer. I feel your hands move my shirt off my shoulders and trail your fingers over my tattooed chest.

My shirts already off, and you run your fingers down, over my torso and to my abdomen, then going to work on my jeans. You push them down, getting off my Lap momentarily to get them off completely. The kiss doesnt break, and your massaging texture only makes me moan harder.

I can feel your erection pressing against my own as you rest your hands on my waist, threading my own jeans down my legs. The only thing between us is a flimsy piece of material. You suddenly pull away, kissing down my body and moving so my backs pressed against the wall and off your lap. You place hot open mouthed kissing on my clothed boner, before pulling my boxers to my knees.

I nibble gently at the silky fabric, then pulling your boxers down to be greeted with your rock hard dick. I take it gingerly in my mouth, closing my eyes and carressing the tip with my tongue before humming, the vibrations driving you wild and making youarch your back slightly.

Fuck fuck fuck. My body feels as though its gonna explode. I moan loudly, but you throw a pillow at my face, without looking. You mumble something that sounds like 'Mikey.', your swollen lips bobbing along my length as you hold my hips down.

The moans you emit make me so fucking needy, I unbutton my jeans and dip my hand in my own boxers, stroking my own aching erection to near bursting point. I continue to suck, feeling a salty bead of precum appear on your tip. I quickly lap it up as my boxers dampen slightly.


I bite down hard on my lip to keep quiet, drawing blood before letting it go, my mouth opening in an 'O' as I gasp, letting out a strangled half moan as I try to supress it. I release into your mouth, knowing you swallow it all.

Your salty taste fills my mouth and I lap every bit up, standing and slipping out of my own boxers to grind our erections together as we kiss passionately. I turn you round up the wall and massage your ass cheeks with my fingertips, kissing the back of your neck gently and nuzzling my face in the flesh. 'Ready?'

I nod, not knowing what we're doing. I only ever fucked girls... I feel your hands gently prising y ass cheeks apart, and I cry out in pain and pleasure, tears springing to my eyes as you enter me. I let out a whimper, feeling you pause, waiting for me to get used to it. You pull back out, only to thrust in again. My eyes close as I feel my face pressed against the wall, you fucking me harder, faster, deeper, and your hand snakes round to my front, trailing across my hips and lazily stroking my member as you curl your fingers round, pumping in time to your thrusts.

I kiss the back of your neck messily, running one hand through your hair and moaning into your back as I pump in and out of you, my need to release getting stronger and stronger. I feel more precum building up on your head and bite a little into your back, the sensation making you moan and lean your head back.

Your grip suddenly loosens as you release inside me, your bodies convulsions tipping me over the edge as I release over your hand and your bedcovers, my head resting back on your shoulder and my eyes shut. You slide in and out a few more times, before pulling out. I almost collapse onto your bed, but you hold me, kissing me in between gasping breaths as we try to slow our pulses.

'Fucking... Amazing...' you breathe out heavily, looking at me with glazed eyes. I smile back, kissing you again before getting under the covers next to you, you still in my arms. 'Thanks...' I pant out with a giggle, clsing my eyes.

I curl up under the covers, pressing my bare back against your chest as I roll over in your arms. I feel your lips on my back, teasing the skin with your teeth before I slowly drift off.

I sleep with my lips pressed to your back, drifting off dreamlessly. The next day I awake with a start when I feel a sudden movement. I open my eyes to see you scrambling into your boxers and looking at me, tears streaming down your face. What could be wrong?

(Rose- This was tricky to write because Immy [Gerard] was turning everything into hot sexy Frerard, so I had to make my homophobic Frank do what we wanted...
Can you all throw muffins at Immy please?
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