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The next morning I woke up and Frankie was already upstairs doing who knows what with my mom. I got up and got dressed in moderately decent looking clothes and combed my hair because I was going to see Bert today. Might as well look good as I let him down as easily as I possibly could.
I had my coffee and left as soon as I could, knowing that Bert would be up no matter what time I got there. As I was driving, I wondered briefly if it was weird that I left Frankie alone at home with my mother. No, I thought to myself. My mom and Frank have always had a really close relationship with each other. Closer than he had with Gerard, even, I think.
I pulled into Bert’s driveway and there he was, sitting on his porch swing, sipping his cup of coffee like he was waiting for me. He had a sad smile on his face like he knew that it was coming. “Hey, babe.” He said. I couldn’t pick out the tone in his voice. He sounded hurt already, and it was making me lose my confidence.
“Hey, Bert. I’m guessing you know why I’m here, then.” I said, looking down. I could tell that he knew that I was feeling extremely bad about what I was going to do.
“I guess it couldn’t have lasted very long between us. Especially with Frank being single. You know, he’s a good guy. I’m glad you’re going with him, if anyone.” His face still had that sad smile, and as much as it made me regret doing this, it made me want to thank him for not killing me. I wouldn’t blame him. This was a really douche-baggy thing to do.
“I’m not going with Frank, actually. I just don’t want… I don’t want to lead you on when I think we both know where it’s going to end up.” He nodded like he was thanking me. He got down from the swing and came over to where I was standing by my car.
“Am I still allowed to hang out around your place and stuff? I mean, can we still be friends, and maybe friends with benefits, at least until you have a boyfriend?” He winked at me and he got his normal tone back into his voice again. I’m glad things between us are good.
“You know it, honey, as long as I don’t have a boyfriend, we can have some fun.” I winked at him and he laughed, kissing my cheek. “You know, Bert, I’m really happy that you’re not going away. I’d miss you too much if you did. And I don’t know. Do you want to go back to what we had before, at least until I win over Frank? I mean, friends-with-benefits kind of fuck buddy best friend people?”
He laughed at my lack of ability to phrase things without sounding like a dumbass. “Okay, Mikey, but you better win this kid over. If you broke up with me for nothing, then I’ll have to beat your ass! And I’m not talking about the usual pounding I give it in bed.” I opened my mouth in mock-shock, but giggles took us over before I could say anything else. Instead, I took him into a big hug. “I love you Bert, I’m so glad I know you.”
Bert understood what kind of love I meant, and I think he feels the same about me. “Love you too, Mikes. Love you too.” With that, I had to let go so I could get myself back to Frankie, who was probably hating me for leaving me alone with my mother.
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When I got home, I found my mom in the kitchen making cookies or something else that smelled really good. I have no idea how she seems to always be baking something, yet every time I go in there, the kitchen is completely spotless. That’s my mom for you. I walked into the kitchen and stuck my finger in the cookie batter, managing to get a decent sized amount before my mom swatted my hand away. “Really? How old are you, Michael?”
I grinned at her. “You’re never too old for stealing cookie batter, Ma. Where’d Frankie go, by the way?” I looked around, as if expecting him to be hiding around the corner.
“Oh, he’s using Gerard’s… I mean, he’s using your bathroom downstairs to take a shower. The poor boy hadn’t taken one in 2 days. He felt bad about asking too. Oh, and by the way, next time you see him tell him he’s more welcome here than Gerard is right now.” My mom was ranting quietly to herself about how cheating scum should be afraid next time he shows his sorry ass around here, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Thanks, mom.” I went downstairs to go lay on the bed. I grabbed a comic that I’ve read a million times off of my bedside table and I halfway paid attention to that and concentrated the other half of the way on the running water coming from the adjoining bathroom to my new room. Running water meant Frankie in the shower, which meant a naked Frankie. Okay, maybe I was paying a little more attention to that than intended, judging by the bulge that was starting to make itself known in my pants.
The water stopped and maybe a minute later Frank came out dressed in nothing but a towel. My mouth dropped. In the light glowing from the bathroom and the small bedside lamp, I could see the detail on every one of his tattoos. I think he was surprised to see me there, staring at him because his cheeks changed color to a dark red and he suddenly grabbed where he had tied the towel around his waist to make sure it didn’t fall off.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mikey. I didn’t know you’d be home. I’ll just grab my clothes and get changed back in the bathroom.” Frank went over to the small dresser that he had here. He had spent the night over countless of times, it was really necessary for him to have his own toothbrush and dresser. I stopped him by getting up and grabbing his hand.
“What if I want you to stay out here?” I said, in my best attempt of sexiness. I put my hand at his waist, feeling his skin and that there was water still clinging to his skin. “What if I want you to stay here with me?” I repeated, running my fingertips over where the boner was that he was hiding under the towel. Suddenly, he grabbed me and kissed me, full on, not caring that the towel was threatening to fall to the floor. He pulled my shirt off in such a hurry it was hard to believe that he wasn’t planning it while he was still in the shower. I kissed him back as the towel fell and he was fumbling to undo my belt buckle and in his hurry he was failing miserably. I helped him out as he pushed me down onto the bed. Before I knew it, I was under him and his cock was ready and inside me. He thrust gently at first, but in our need, he kicked up the pace in no time. He slammed into me countless times, knowing exactly where to hit every time. We came at the same time, only just barely able to stifle the moans that were so hard to contain.
I once again moved my way into Frankie’s arms, and lay there contentedly with him. “I take it things went okay with Bert, then?” I couldn’t help but to giggle.
“He’s fine. He was sort of expecting it, which made things a lot easier on him. Or harder, I don’t know. I don’t think he was too happy about being limited to one guy, though, so he’ll be happy, no matter what he was doing.” I tried hard to make it sound like I wasn’t trying to convince myself that my own words were true. Bert was a nice guy to me, and I’m glad that things with me and him aren’t completely over yet.
I felt Frank nod above my head. “Well, it’s good to know that he’ll still be our friend. I liked that guy. He made a good boyfriend for you.” I noticed the past tense as he lay in his arms, just being silent together. Out of nowhere, he spoke again. “We should get another shower. I think I just cancelled mine out.” He giggled, and I noticed the sticky layer of cum and sweat on us.
We got into the shower together and turned the water on. It started off freezing which made me jump and scream. Frank started laughing at me, so I knew I needed to get him back. By now the water had warmed up, so I reached over to grab the soap and squirt it on his chest. He looked at me all shocked. “Oh, Frankie. Here, I’ll make it up to you.”
I started rubbing his chest, massaging the soap into his skin getting him all squeaky clean. He looked at me before he kissed me and moved my hands lower, willingly, of course. I had him hard before he knew it and slick with the soap. “We have to hurry, otherwise my mom will wonder why we’re in the shower for an hour.”
“It won’t take an hour.” I said before turning around and wiggling my ass. He slid into me no problem and thrust in and out. Standing up was a new on for me. I could barely stay on my feet because my legs had turned to jelly. Frank half held me up so I didn’t slide down the slippery shower wall. He spilled into me with one last thrust and at the same moment I lost my control, trying hard to remember that these walls echo more than the normal basement ones do.
He then let my slide down to sit, panting and then joined me. I shifted so I was sitting in his lap. “Okay, for real this time, lets get clean.” We managed to stay clear of each others’ cocks for the next few minutes to get out hair washed and get out before we could distract ourselves again, not that I’d mind if I did.
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I have no idea what’s going to become of me and Frank. It’s been a whole freaking month, but he hasn’t said anything about being ready to be my boyfriend. If he’s not, he’s not, that’s cool, but I don’t know. If he’s going to have sex with me, at least I’d wish that he would let me know what’s going on.
I have been hanging out with him a lot, though, as I’m doing now in my basement while watching him play Mario Kart with Bert. Bert was kicking Frankie’s ass, so before Frank got all serious, I wanted to get something to eat. “Hey guys, do you want me to get you some food? I’m hungry.” There was no response but an “uuummmnnhh” from Bert.
I got up and went up the stairs and heard a crash in the kitchen. It was Gerard. He’d dropped a tin that he hid his extra cigarettes in since he was in middle school. I took a breath to calm myself down before I started shouting at him, making Frankie aware of his presence. “What the fuck’d you think you’re doing here?” I said, almost a growl.
“I’m getting my stuff that’s left here and then I’m leaving. I assume Frank’s here?” He said, looking wary. He made his way for the basement anyways. I thought for a second why he’d want to go down there to face the wrath of Frank, but then I remembered.
“We moved you out of the basement. Your shit’s in my old room. Mom’s idea, not mine, so don’t take it out on me.” He rolled his eyes at me, like he was saying ‘whatever’.
It took him awhile to get all of his stuff in his car, while I walked behind him, making sure he didn’t alert frank to his presence. On the last trip to his car, he stopped to load things in and he asked me, “What is Frankie doing here anyways? Shouldn’t he be gone now that we’ve broken up?”
I almost hit him right there. I thought better of it. “Don’t you dare fucking call him Frankie again. He’s not yours anymore. He doesn’t love you.”
It looked like Gerard was getting a kick out of my anger. He got a step closer to me. “What is he, your boyfriend? Are you two fucking behind my back? Have you found out how bad he is in bed? If you want a real man, I’d lend you Ray, but he’s all mine. Ray know how to fucking take care of me. What did Frank do for me? Now he’s fucking my little brother…”
I slapped him hard across the face, ready to scream at him. “You are NOT going to say anything about him anymore. You’re not going to say anything to him, or about him, or anything like that. I won’t let you talk about him like that. You know what? Yes, we have, um, fooled around a bit, and he’s better than any guy you’ll ever have. I’m GLAD you left him. He deserves so much BETTER than you. Better than cheating scum.” I let out the breath and watched him walk away from me and drive off in his car. I was vaguely aware of the fact that tears were streaming down my cheeks.
I turned around to see Frank standing the doorway. His voice was quiet when he spoke. “I was just wondering where you went.” He looked shaken at the fact on what just happened as was I. I sank down on the slightly damp driveway from the rain the previous night, but I didn’t care. Frank ran over to me as I cried. He put his arms around me and I buried my head in his chest. “What happened baby. Whatever happened is okay. I heard you standing up for me.. I heard you, and it’s okay. Everything’s okay.”
I choked between my sobs, trying to get my words out. “My Brother is a dumbass. S-such a freaking dumbass.” I whispered something about killing him, which is when he put his finger to my lips. I looked up at him and his lips replaced his finger.
“I. I don’t think you need to kill him, he is your brother. I don’t want him at all anymore. I’m not hurt by him. I was planning on letting you know earlier, but I just didn’t know how to tell you with Bert here. Mikey. Do you want to be my boyfriend?”
I nodded, taking him in my arms again, crying some more. I couldn’t believe it, that it was finally happening. After so many months. I couldn’t help but to kiss him long and hard. My tears slowed down and we went back inside. Bert was in the kitchen, getting himself some popcorn. “You guys took too long. I made my own popcorn. Want to watch a movie?”
I laughed, hugging Frankie. “We’re together now.”
Bert slammed down the popcorn bowl on the counter with a smile and said, “FINALLY! I kept wondering what was taking you so long!” He gave the both of us a hug, and I was thanking God that Bert was a bit of a whore himself and had gotten over me a little over 3 weeks ago.
Frank handed me a carton of ice cream, knowing that I was still a little upset over my dumbass brother, and I took it greatfully while he grabbed the spoons. “Come on, Mikey. This’ll make you feel better.” He smiled at me, and I couldn’t believe it. This gorgeous boy was my boyfriend.
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A/N: So sorry that took a really long time, but the story is done and already finished, so you guys -will- get a completed story!
I had my coffee and left as soon as I could, knowing that Bert would be up no matter what time I got there. As I was driving, I wondered briefly if it was weird that I left Frankie alone at home with my mother. No, I thought to myself. My mom and Frank have always had a really close relationship with each other. Closer than he had with Gerard, even, I think.
I pulled into Bert’s driveway and there he was, sitting on his porch swing, sipping his cup of coffee like he was waiting for me. He had a sad smile on his face like he knew that it was coming. “Hey, babe.” He said. I couldn’t pick out the tone in his voice. He sounded hurt already, and it was making me lose my confidence.
“Hey, Bert. I’m guessing you know why I’m here, then.” I said, looking down. I could tell that he knew that I was feeling extremely bad about what I was going to do.
“I guess it couldn’t have lasted very long between us. Especially with Frank being single. You know, he’s a good guy. I’m glad you’re going with him, if anyone.” His face still had that sad smile, and as much as it made me regret doing this, it made me want to thank him for not killing me. I wouldn’t blame him. This was a really douche-baggy thing to do.
“I’m not going with Frank, actually. I just don’t want… I don’t want to lead you on when I think we both know where it’s going to end up.” He nodded like he was thanking me. He got down from the swing and came over to where I was standing by my car.
“Am I still allowed to hang out around your place and stuff? I mean, can we still be friends, and maybe friends with benefits, at least until you have a boyfriend?” He winked at me and he got his normal tone back into his voice again. I’m glad things between us are good.
“You know it, honey, as long as I don’t have a boyfriend, we can have some fun.” I winked at him and he laughed, kissing my cheek. “You know, Bert, I’m really happy that you’re not going away. I’d miss you too much if you did. And I don’t know. Do you want to go back to what we had before, at least until I win over Frank? I mean, friends-with-benefits kind of fuck buddy best friend people?”
He laughed at my lack of ability to phrase things without sounding like a dumbass. “Okay, Mikey, but you better win this kid over. If you broke up with me for nothing, then I’ll have to beat your ass! And I’m not talking about the usual pounding I give it in bed.” I opened my mouth in mock-shock, but giggles took us over before I could say anything else. Instead, I took him into a big hug. “I love you Bert, I’m so glad I know you.”
Bert understood what kind of love I meant, and I think he feels the same about me. “Love you too, Mikes. Love you too.” With that, I had to let go so I could get myself back to Frankie, who was probably hating me for leaving me alone with my mother.
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When I got home, I found my mom in the kitchen making cookies or something else that smelled really good. I have no idea how she seems to always be baking something, yet every time I go in there, the kitchen is completely spotless. That’s my mom for you. I walked into the kitchen and stuck my finger in the cookie batter, managing to get a decent sized amount before my mom swatted my hand away. “Really? How old are you, Michael?”
I grinned at her. “You’re never too old for stealing cookie batter, Ma. Where’d Frankie go, by the way?” I looked around, as if expecting him to be hiding around the corner.
“Oh, he’s using Gerard’s… I mean, he’s using your bathroom downstairs to take a shower. The poor boy hadn’t taken one in 2 days. He felt bad about asking too. Oh, and by the way, next time you see him tell him he’s more welcome here than Gerard is right now.” My mom was ranting quietly to herself about how cheating scum should be afraid next time he shows his sorry ass around here, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Thanks, mom.” I went downstairs to go lay on the bed. I grabbed a comic that I’ve read a million times off of my bedside table and I halfway paid attention to that and concentrated the other half of the way on the running water coming from the adjoining bathroom to my new room. Running water meant Frankie in the shower, which meant a naked Frankie. Okay, maybe I was paying a little more attention to that than intended, judging by the bulge that was starting to make itself known in my pants.
The water stopped and maybe a minute later Frank came out dressed in nothing but a towel. My mouth dropped. In the light glowing from the bathroom and the small bedside lamp, I could see the detail on every one of his tattoos. I think he was surprised to see me there, staring at him because his cheeks changed color to a dark red and he suddenly grabbed where he had tied the towel around his waist to make sure it didn’t fall off.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mikey. I didn’t know you’d be home. I’ll just grab my clothes and get changed back in the bathroom.” Frank went over to the small dresser that he had here. He had spent the night over countless of times, it was really necessary for him to have his own toothbrush and dresser. I stopped him by getting up and grabbing his hand.
“What if I want you to stay out here?” I said, in my best attempt of sexiness. I put my hand at his waist, feeling his skin and that there was water still clinging to his skin. “What if I want you to stay here with me?” I repeated, running my fingertips over where the boner was that he was hiding under the towel. Suddenly, he grabbed me and kissed me, full on, not caring that the towel was threatening to fall to the floor. He pulled my shirt off in such a hurry it was hard to believe that he wasn’t planning it while he was still in the shower. I kissed him back as the towel fell and he was fumbling to undo my belt buckle and in his hurry he was failing miserably. I helped him out as he pushed me down onto the bed. Before I knew it, I was under him and his cock was ready and inside me. He thrust gently at first, but in our need, he kicked up the pace in no time. He slammed into me countless times, knowing exactly where to hit every time. We came at the same time, only just barely able to stifle the moans that were so hard to contain.
I once again moved my way into Frankie’s arms, and lay there contentedly with him. “I take it things went okay with Bert, then?” I couldn’t help but to giggle.
“He’s fine. He was sort of expecting it, which made things a lot easier on him. Or harder, I don’t know. I don’t think he was too happy about being limited to one guy, though, so he’ll be happy, no matter what he was doing.” I tried hard to make it sound like I wasn’t trying to convince myself that my own words were true. Bert was a nice guy to me, and I’m glad that things with me and him aren’t completely over yet.
I felt Frank nod above my head. “Well, it’s good to know that he’ll still be our friend. I liked that guy. He made a good boyfriend for you.” I noticed the past tense as he lay in his arms, just being silent together. Out of nowhere, he spoke again. “We should get another shower. I think I just cancelled mine out.” He giggled, and I noticed the sticky layer of cum and sweat on us.
We got into the shower together and turned the water on. It started off freezing which made me jump and scream. Frank started laughing at me, so I knew I needed to get him back. By now the water had warmed up, so I reached over to grab the soap and squirt it on his chest. He looked at me all shocked. “Oh, Frankie. Here, I’ll make it up to you.”
I started rubbing his chest, massaging the soap into his skin getting him all squeaky clean. He looked at me before he kissed me and moved my hands lower, willingly, of course. I had him hard before he knew it and slick with the soap. “We have to hurry, otherwise my mom will wonder why we’re in the shower for an hour.”
“It won’t take an hour.” I said before turning around and wiggling my ass. He slid into me no problem and thrust in and out. Standing up was a new on for me. I could barely stay on my feet because my legs had turned to jelly. Frank half held me up so I didn’t slide down the slippery shower wall. He spilled into me with one last thrust and at the same moment I lost my control, trying hard to remember that these walls echo more than the normal basement ones do.
He then let my slide down to sit, panting and then joined me. I shifted so I was sitting in his lap. “Okay, for real this time, lets get clean.” We managed to stay clear of each others’ cocks for the next few minutes to get out hair washed and get out before we could distract ourselves again, not that I’d mind if I did.
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I have no idea what’s going to become of me and Frank. It’s been a whole freaking month, but he hasn’t said anything about being ready to be my boyfriend. If he’s not, he’s not, that’s cool, but I don’t know. If he’s going to have sex with me, at least I’d wish that he would let me know what’s going on.
I have been hanging out with him a lot, though, as I’m doing now in my basement while watching him play Mario Kart with Bert. Bert was kicking Frankie’s ass, so before Frank got all serious, I wanted to get something to eat. “Hey guys, do you want me to get you some food? I’m hungry.” There was no response but an “uuummmnnhh” from Bert.
I got up and went up the stairs and heard a crash in the kitchen. It was Gerard. He’d dropped a tin that he hid his extra cigarettes in since he was in middle school. I took a breath to calm myself down before I started shouting at him, making Frankie aware of his presence. “What the fuck’d you think you’re doing here?” I said, almost a growl.
“I’m getting my stuff that’s left here and then I’m leaving. I assume Frank’s here?” He said, looking wary. He made his way for the basement anyways. I thought for a second why he’d want to go down there to face the wrath of Frank, but then I remembered.
“We moved you out of the basement. Your shit’s in my old room. Mom’s idea, not mine, so don’t take it out on me.” He rolled his eyes at me, like he was saying ‘whatever’.
It took him awhile to get all of his stuff in his car, while I walked behind him, making sure he didn’t alert frank to his presence. On the last trip to his car, he stopped to load things in and he asked me, “What is Frankie doing here anyways? Shouldn’t he be gone now that we’ve broken up?”
I almost hit him right there. I thought better of it. “Don’t you dare fucking call him Frankie again. He’s not yours anymore. He doesn’t love you.”
It looked like Gerard was getting a kick out of my anger. He got a step closer to me. “What is he, your boyfriend? Are you two fucking behind my back? Have you found out how bad he is in bed? If you want a real man, I’d lend you Ray, but he’s all mine. Ray know how to fucking take care of me. What did Frank do for me? Now he’s fucking my little brother…”
I slapped him hard across the face, ready to scream at him. “You are NOT going to say anything about him anymore. You’re not going to say anything to him, or about him, or anything like that. I won’t let you talk about him like that. You know what? Yes, we have, um, fooled around a bit, and he’s better than any guy you’ll ever have. I’m GLAD you left him. He deserves so much BETTER than you. Better than cheating scum.” I let out the breath and watched him walk away from me and drive off in his car. I was vaguely aware of the fact that tears were streaming down my cheeks.
I turned around to see Frank standing the doorway. His voice was quiet when he spoke. “I was just wondering where you went.” He looked shaken at the fact on what just happened as was I. I sank down on the slightly damp driveway from the rain the previous night, but I didn’t care. Frank ran over to me as I cried. He put his arms around me and I buried my head in his chest. “What happened baby. Whatever happened is okay. I heard you standing up for me.. I heard you, and it’s okay. Everything’s okay.”
I choked between my sobs, trying to get my words out. “My Brother is a dumbass. S-such a freaking dumbass.” I whispered something about killing him, which is when he put his finger to my lips. I looked up at him and his lips replaced his finger.
“I. I don’t think you need to kill him, he is your brother. I don’t want him at all anymore. I’m not hurt by him. I was planning on letting you know earlier, but I just didn’t know how to tell you with Bert here. Mikey. Do you want to be my boyfriend?”
I nodded, taking him in my arms again, crying some more. I couldn’t believe it, that it was finally happening. After so many months. I couldn’t help but to kiss him long and hard. My tears slowed down and we went back inside. Bert was in the kitchen, getting himself some popcorn. “You guys took too long. I made my own popcorn. Want to watch a movie?”
I laughed, hugging Frankie. “We’re together now.”
Bert slammed down the popcorn bowl on the counter with a smile and said, “FINALLY! I kept wondering what was taking you so long!” He gave the both of us a hug, and I was thanking God that Bert was a bit of a whore himself and had gotten over me a little over 3 weeks ago.
Frank handed me a carton of ice cream, knowing that I was still a little upset over my dumbass brother, and I took it greatfully while he grabbed the spoons. “Come on, Mikey. This’ll make you feel better.” He smiled at me, and I couldn’t believe it. This gorgeous boy was my boyfriend.
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A/N: So sorry that took a really long time, but the story is done and already finished, so you guys -will- get a completed story!
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