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Chapter 4:
When I got home, half my stuff was in Gerard’s basement and his shit was up in my room. Everything of course, except for the big TV and the video game consoles, which stayed in the basement. In my mom’s words, ‘That boy doesn’t deserve to have fun anymore.’ Frank had a good laugh at that. We spent the next hour trying to get my stuff in place. We didn’t try to switch any of the furniture between the basement and my old room, just because I have no idea how we fit any of it in there in the first place, and it would take too long. I moved the furniture around so it didn’t look like Gerard’s anymore, and put my bedding and shit back on my bed while my mom and Frank were trying to figure out how I had my bookshelf organized.
“It’s not that hard to figure out,” I tried to explain. “It goes in order from Authors last name alphabetically, and then books in that category under the same author name go by series name, so series’ stay together, but the other books are in order by name alphabetically. Get it?” They both stared at me like I was crazy.
“You know what? You can do that later.” They started piling the books on the shelf in any order and to keep myself from going insane, I kept reminding myself that I’d be fixing it later. Screw that and my dumb OCD habits.
We finished a lot sooner than we thought we would, so my mom went upstairs so Frank and I could hang out. “Please tell me you’re staying, I’d be too lonely here without anyone to talk to.” He nodded, still a little sniffley from earlier. My mom apparently said something good to him because he was a lot better than he was before I dropped Bert off.
“Mikey? Are you still going to be my friend, I mean, even though I have, like, zero connections to your family now, are you still going to talk to me sometimes in school?” You know, for how smart this kid is, he is a lot dumber in situations like these.
“Please, Frank. I’ll do more than talk to you at school. I want you to be like, my best friend forever, we’ll do the whole sleepover scene, watch movies, paint our nails, whatever the fuck we want to do cause Frank, you know, at this point you mean a lot more to me than my brother does.” He hugged me with no intention of letting go, so I held him. We stayed like that, holding each other, because well, we both needed it, for a good long time until we both let go and were ready to do something.
“Hey, you want to watch a movie? How about…” I scrolled through the DVD titles, trying to find something that wouldn’t remind Frank of my idiot brother. “Rocky Horror Picture Show?” I didn’t think Gerard had ever seen that, so I grabbed the DVD from its alphabetized location on the DVD rack.
Frankie shrugged. “I’ve never seen it before, why not?” It was a good thing that he was in the mood to try new things so we sat on my bed, which I put closer to the TV than Gerard had before and cuddled up in my blankets. My mom had commented earlier that I should get some new bedding, seeing as mine was a mess and it didn’t match Gerard’s dark gray walls. My old white room matched everything I had so my hand-me-down blue, red, and yellow wasn’t that much of an eyesore. Screw Gerard for picking out an ugly comforter when he was 13.
The movie was about halfway through when I started getting tired. It was only some time around 10, but it was a long freaking day. I leaned my head on Frank’s shoulder, too tired to care if it was a mistake or not. When he placed his hand over mine, I knew that it wasn’t. It was probably just Frankie being Frankie again, you know, with how cuddly he is and whatnot. He’s probably just missing Gerard. My ranting inside my head had woken me from my tiredness when Frank and I turned to each other at the same time. “What are we doing?” He said, and I would’ve responded, except for the fact that I didn’t know.
Instead, I did what we both really wanted but didn’t have the guts to do and I stole a kiss. It took a second for him to respond, but soon enough, his mouth was moving against mine and his tongue was clashing with mine, fighting with mine. I stopped it before we got too far. “We can’t.”
He nodded, looking down. “I know. It’s not fair to Bert. It’s not fair to any of us.” We both sat there for a little bit again, watching the movie in silence.
“But, if it is just a one time thing, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” I surprised everyone, even myself, but Frank didn’t take time to think things through. He just reattached his lips to mine, going more strongly than I had started the time before. We both knew that we both wanted it.
I slid my hand under his shirt, raising it up so I could get a small glimpse of his chest. Both of us had forgotten completely about why we didn’t want to do this in the first place, what with Bert being my boyfriend and him just getting over being cheated on only hours before, but that seemed like another life compared to us right now. All that my mind was on and Frankie and how fast that I could get my lips around his hot throbbing cock.
“Please, Mikey. I want you.” He urged me on as he began undoing my pants. I was undoing his at the same time and went down on him faster than he could get my zipper down. I didn’t want to fuck yet. I wanted to take my slow sweet time with him. So here I was, with my pants half open with Frank grabbing onto my hair with his head thrown back and his dick as hard as fuck. This makes me a happy Mikey.
I could tell that he was almost finished, judging by his scream of, “Shit, Mikey, I’m gunna cuuuuuum!” One can usually tell that he’s about ready by that outburst. I regretfully pulled my mouth off of him and kissed him with passion. I hoped that this kiss let him know that I wasn’t fucking around, that he meant something to me, and that my brother’s a dick for letting the guy that means the most to me feel like shit.
Before we knew what had happened, the remainder of our clothing was off of our bodies as we kissed together in our heat in the dark basement. I straddled myself over him, and knowing that he’s done this before made my mind a lot more at ease that it normally would’ve been. I rubbed my ass up against his hard length, and taking it like a man, I slid myself onto Frank like it wasn’t hurting me like hell. The spit on his cock helped a lot, though, and good thing I was used to this kind of thing from Bert, otherwise, it would’ve been hurting me a lot more.
“Mmm, Oh God Mikey.” Frank moaned into my ear as I rode his cock, swiveling my hips as he thrust upwards into me. I wasn’t going to last very long and neither was he. He pulled me down to meet him in a kiss as we both moaned out our ecstasy in a muffled kiss.
I collapsed onto him, panting heavily, as was he. After a few moments silence, I said. “I have to break up with Bert.” Frankie laughed a little before I saw a tear roll down his cheek. I kissed it away. “Frank, what’s wrong?”
He shook his head, not wanting to explain it to me, but when I gave him a look that said ‘You better tell me or else’, he sniffled before saying, “It’s just, I know what it’s like, having been cheated on. I don’t want Bert to feel the same way.”
“Then I won’t tell him. I’ll just say it’s because you’re single and I don’t want to hurt either of you.” Frank nodded, clearing away the last of his tears. “It’ll be okay, don’t worry. I’ll fix everything… But, there is something I want to know.” Frank looked me in the eyes before snuggling closer to me and wrapping his arms around me. “If I do break up with him… would you. I don’t know, be my boyfriend? Or would you at least fool around with me for a little bit until you were ready for a boyfriend?”
I think that even in the near pitch black basement, which the only light was the glow of the television screen, that Frank could see the blush that had appeared on my cheeks. “I don’t know if I’m quite ready for another boyfriend, especially when that boyfriend would be you, my ex boyfriend’s brother, but… I definitely want you. I don’t know, would you be willing to wait until I was ready for a relationship, because I know that when I want one, you’ll be the one I want one with, if that makes any sense.”
I nodded and smiled. “I’ll wait. You’re worth waiting for.” And with that, I snuggled up even further into the depths of his arms to signal the end of conversation, mainly because I was tired as fuck. He sighed deeply, breathing in the scent of my hair before I fell asleep. The last thing I heard was him whispering into my hair, “I love you, Mikey.”
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A/N: Hey Guys, thanks for the reviews, but i'm gunna need more than three if you want anymore, cause i see people are looking at it -- 250 something views, so no reviews? No more chpters.
When I got home, half my stuff was in Gerard’s basement and his shit was up in my room. Everything of course, except for the big TV and the video game consoles, which stayed in the basement. In my mom’s words, ‘That boy doesn’t deserve to have fun anymore.’ Frank had a good laugh at that. We spent the next hour trying to get my stuff in place. We didn’t try to switch any of the furniture between the basement and my old room, just because I have no idea how we fit any of it in there in the first place, and it would take too long. I moved the furniture around so it didn’t look like Gerard’s anymore, and put my bedding and shit back on my bed while my mom and Frank were trying to figure out how I had my bookshelf organized.
“It’s not that hard to figure out,” I tried to explain. “It goes in order from Authors last name alphabetically, and then books in that category under the same author name go by series name, so series’ stay together, but the other books are in order by name alphabetically. Get it?” They both stared at me like I was crazy.
“You know what? You can do that later.” They started piling the books on the shelf in any order and to keep myself from going insane, I kept reminding myself that I’d be fixing it later. Screw that and my dumb OCD habits.
We finished a lot sooner than we thought we would, so my mom went upstairs so Frank and I could hang out. “Please tell me you’re staying, I’d be too lonely here without anyone to talk to.” He nodded, still a little sniffley from earlier. My mom apparently said something good to him because he was a lot better than he was before I dropped Bert off.
“Mikey? Are you still going to be my friend, I mean, even though I have, like, zero connections to your family now, are you still going to talk to me sometimes in school?” You know, for how smart this kid is, he is a lot dumber in situations like these.
“Please, Frank. I’ll do more than talk to you at school. I want you to be like, my best friend forever, we’ll do the whole sleepover scene, watch movies, paint our nails, whatever the fuck we want to do cause Frank, you know, at this point you mean a lot more to me than my brother does.” He hugged me with no intention of letting go, so I held him. We stayed like that, holding each other, because well, we both needed it, for a good long time until we both let go and were ready to do something.
“Hey, you want to watch a movie? How about…” I scrolled through the DVD titles, trying to find something that wouldn’t remind Frank of my idiot brother. “Rocky Horror Picture Show?” I didn’t think Gerard had ever seen that, so I grabbed the DVD from its alphabetized location on the DVD rack.
Frankie shrugged. “I’ve never seen it before, why not?” It was a good thing that he was in the mood to try new things so we sat on my bed, which I put closer to the TV than Gerard had before and cuddled up in my blankets. My mom had commented earlier that I should get some new bedding, seeing as mine was a mess and it didn’t match Gerard’s dark gray walls. My old white room matched everything I had so my hand-me-down blue, red, and yellow wasn’t that much of an eyesore. Screw Gerard for picking out an ugly comforter when he was 13.
The movie was about halfway through when I started getting tired. It was only some time around 10, but it was a long freaking day. I leaned my head on Frank’s shoulder, too tired to care if it was a mistake or not. When he placed his hand over mine, I knew that it wasn’t. It was probably just Frankie being Frankie again, you know, with how cuddly he is and whatnot. He’s probably just missing Gerard. My ranting inside my head had woken me from my tiredness when Frank and I turned to each other at the same time. “What are we doing?” He said, and I would’ve responded, except for the fact that I didn’t know.
Instead, I did what we both really wanted but didn’t have the guts to do and I stole a kiss. It took a second for him to respond, but soon enough, his mouth was moving against mine and his tongue was clashing with mine, fighting with mine. I stopped it before we got too far. “We can’t.”
He nodded, looking down. “I know. It’s not fair to Bert. It’s not fair to any of us.” We both sat there for a little bit again, watching the movie in silence.
“But, if it is just a one time thing, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” I surprised everyone, even myself, but Frank didn’t take time to think things through. He just reattached his lips to mine, going more strongly than I had started the time before. We both knew that we both wanted it.
I slid my hand under his shirt, raising it up so I could get a small glimpse of his chest. Both of us had forgotten completely about why we didn’t want to do this in the first place, what with Bert being my boyfriend and him just getting over being cheated on only hours before, but that seemed like another life compared to us right now. All that my mind was on and Frankie and how fast that I could get my lips around his hot throbbing cock.
“Please, Mikey. I want you.” He urged me on as he began undoing my pants. I was undoing his at the same time and went down on him faster than he could get my zipper down. I didn’t want to fuck yet. I wanted to take my slow sweet time with him. So here I was, with my pants half open with Frank grabbing onto my hair with his head thrown back and his dick as hard as fuck. This makes me a happy Mikey.
I could tell that he was almost finished, judging by his scream of, “Shit, Mikey, I’m gunna cuuuuuum!” One can usually tell that he’s about ready by that outburst. I regretfully pulled my mouth off of him and kissed him with passion. I hoped that this kiss let him know that I wasn’t fucking around, that he meant something to me, and that my brother’s a dick for letting the guy that means the most to me feel like shit.
Before we knew what had happened, the remainder of our clothing was off of our bodies as we kissed together in our heat in the dark basement. I straddled myself over him, and knowing that he’s done this before made my mind a lot more at ease that it normally would’ve been. I rubbed my ass up against his hard length, and taking it like a man, I slid myself onto Frank like it wasn’t hurting me like hell. The spit on his cock helped a lot, though, and good thing I was used to this kind of thing from Bert, otherwise, it would’ve been hurting me a lot more.
“Mmm, Oh God Mikey.” Frank moaned into my ear as I rode his cock, swiveling my hips as he thrust upwards into me. I wasn’t going to last very long and neither was he. He pulled me down to meet him in a kiss as we both moaned out our ecstasy in a muffled kiss.
I collapsed onto him, panting heavily, as was he. After a few moments silence, I said. “I have to break up with Bert.” Frankie laughed a little before I saw a tear roll down his cheek. I kissed it away. “Frank, what’s wrong?”
He shook his head, not wanting to explain it to me, but when I gave him a look that said ‘You better tell me or else’, he sniffled before saying, “It’s just, I know what it’s like, having been cheated on. I don’t want Bert to feel the same way.”
“Then I won’t tell him. I’ll just say it’s because you’re single and I don’t want to hurt either of you.” Frank nodded, clearing away the last of his tears. “It’ll be okay, don’t worry. I’ll fix everything… But, there is something I want to know.” Frank looked me in the eyes before snuggling closer to me and wrapping his arms around me. “If I do break up with him… would you. I don’t know, be my boyfriend? Or would you at least fool around with me for a little bit until you were ready for a boyfriend?”
I think that even in the near pitch black basement, which the only light was the glow of the television screen, that Frank could see the blush that had appeared on my cheeks. “I don’t know if I’m quite ready for another boyfriend, especially when that boyfriend would be you, my ex boyfriend’s brother, but… I definitely want you. I don’t know, would you be willing to wait until I was ready for a relationship, because I know that when I want one, you’ll be the one I want one with, if that makes any sense.”
I nodded and smiled. “I’ll wait. You’re worth waiting for.” And with that, I snuggled up even further into the depths of his arms to signal the end of conversation, mainly because I was tired as fuck. He sighed deeply, breathing in the scent of my hair before I fell asleep. The last thing I heard was him whispering into my hair, “I love you, Mikey.”
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A/N: Hey Guys, thanks for the reviews, but i'm gunna need more than three if you want anymore, cause i see people are looking at it -- 250 something views, so no reviews? No more chpters.
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