You'll Invest Yourself in Me

I absolutely hate when new patients are introduced. Just the thought of some poor soul being trapped in this health-based prison makes my mind whirl(even more than usual).

An undetermined amount of air passes through my nostrils quickly, producing a “hmph”. Katy eyes me suspiciously. She still wishes I would tell her everything, and, trust me, I wish I could.

That’s the least selfish thing I’ve ever thought. With the arrival of Frank, I’d been getting increasingly selfish and needy, yet I could still think of the wretched minds that should be free from all harm.

Anyway, Dr. Hollis announces a new arrival. Her originally bright, dull eyes expect joyous reactions, but only receive my annoyed sigh. She too is a wretched mind that deserves a break.

I’m absolutely outraged by the admittance of the new patient. It’s a scrawny, little thing that enters the room, keeping a two foot distance from everyone. By her looks, she can’t be past her teens. Her mousy, brown hair looks as though it hasn’t been washed or styled in forever, but I have no room to judge her because neither has mine.

Little Thing jumps at Dr. Hollis’ touch on her back, eyes starting to water. Dr. Hollis’ eyes flicker with remembrance, her hand hovers over Little Thing’s shoulder. “This is Sammi.”

Katy murmurs something, then she looks at me understandingly. “This really sucks.” I’m guessing that’s what she said in the first place.

Dr. Hollis tells Little Thing something quietly, resulting in her small frame drifting to a springy chair. Little Thing stares blankly at the TV, chewing on her lip and blinking the tears away.

“I hope she doesn’t stay as long as I have.” I mumble. Katy nods her head and watches Little Thing with sad eyes.

“She’s so small. How old do you think she is?”

*

“What’s wrong, Gerard?” His smooth voice drawls. His small frame lowers onto the edge of the chaise lounge in his office. Frank places a colorful hand on my upper thigh, his fingers moving slightly. I laugh at my sexual frustration. Frank’s eyes light up, and his fingers gain the same enthusiasm. “You want me to make you forget about it?”

“I don’t know if you can, but I’m not gonna say no.” His lips clash with mine as soon as my sentence is finished. He shifts his leg over my lap to straddle my hips. My hands move to his sides, kneading his skin and pulling at his shirt. His hands wrap around the back of my neck as his kisses become deeper. He tilts my head back to position my mouth wider, his tongue intruding happily.

His hips grind down when my fingers pull at the buttons of his shirt. I pull off his shirt to reveal his colorful chest. I push him back, gently urging him to lay back. I reattach my lips to his as my fingers clumsily unbutton his pants. Once the button releases its valiant hold on Frank’s purity, I stop and lean my forehead against his.

“Shit,” I mutter lightly. Frank presses a gentle kiss to my lips, waiting for it. He knows what I’m trying to do.

His breaths come out sharp and needy. “Are you crazy for me?” He asks jokingly.

“No, I love you.” I breathe out.

His hand pushes my head back towards him, but I have other ideas. My lips trail down his neck, sucking and licking along the way. I kiss across his chest to suck and bite on a nipple, earning lovely, musical moans from his pink lips. My fingers run over the hope fire tattoo on his chest, reveling in the feel of the voluntary scars. I continue on, stopping once to lick his bellybutton. Frank squirms and releases a loud, guttural whine. I laugh slightly and kiss him hard on the lips. “We have to be quiet.” I remind him. His eyes look so needy.

My lips return to their path, mouthing at the waist of his pants. I pull off his tight pants. “You really should get looser pants, so I can take them off easier, but love… Fuck, you aren’t wearing underwear.” Frank just watches me lustily as I mumble that all against his skin.

I suck at the crevice between his thigh and his groin, winning a muffled moan and a squirm. I look up at him with a goofy smile. One hand covers his mouth, and the other relentlessly grips the lounge.

I lick up his length and wrap my lips around the tip, sucking and licking. His hand moves to cup my cheek. His slick cock falls from my lips. I take his thumb into my mouth and suck earnestly while looking up at him. “Those eyes,” He murmurs. He removes his thumb from my mouth with a wet pop noise and moves his hands to tug at my shirt. I pull away from him to tug my shirt off. I start to stroke him as I return to sucking and licking his length, covering with my hand where my mouth can’t reach. “No, Gerard, all of it.” I look up at him lazily. “Your clothes,”

After I pull off my sweatpants, I return in between his legs and kiss him hungrily. I grind my hips down against his, reveling in the sound of his moans and sensation.

I place my fingers to his lips. “Suck.” Frank does as he’s told. Once satisfied with his job, I run my fingers against his entrance, slowly pressing in.

“Ah, fuck.” He moans as I stretch his hole. I add more fingers intermittently, pressing harder and faster with each. “Stop, stop I want you.” With his words ringing in my head, I spit into my palm and stroke my throbbing cock. “Slowly,” He reminds me as I press the tip against his entrance. I slide in slightly.

I lean down with my elbow on either side of his head and kiss him slowly, one hand smoothing his chocolate tufts and the other soothing his side. I enter him gradually. I move slowly at first, listening for the right moan to signal me. I fucking love his delicious moans, but it’s so hard to understand the different ones.

“Oooh, Gee.” There it fucking is. I wrap my arm under his neck, gripping his right shoulder with my right hand. I place my face against his neck, kissing and sucking, as I start a fast pace. He’s chocolate scent his intoxicating.

“Ah, fuck Frank, I love you.” I murmur against his neck and his moan of response glides into my ear.

“L-love you too, baby.” He murmurs, the sentence broken up and littered with moans. I slow my pace and lean up to kiss him hungrily. He tilts his head back, moaning and whining. I watch as he falls apart under me. He looks so fucking beautiful. His eyes are clenched shut serenely, and his pink, plush lips are parted slightly to supply me with his musical moans. “I’m gonna cum.” He struggles out of those lips.

*

Dr. Hollis and Frank are talking near the doorway leading to the activities room. I try to act like I’m not listening as I eat my gross taco. It seems like I’m one of the first people to come for dinner.

Dr. Hollis laughs, looking slightly disappointed. “Is your girlfriend annoyed that you spend most of your time here?”

“What?” Frank asks, thoroughly confused. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Then, what’s that?” She questions, touching his neck. Holding back my fucking jealousy, I squint at him and notice red bruises on his neck. What can I say? I love the man… and I’m a greedy fuck.

His fingers run across it. “What’s what?”

She sighs greatly. “You have hickeys on your neck, Dr. Iero.” I snap my gaze away from him as soon as the look of realization appears. My eyes are met with Katy leading Little Thing towards the table, both carrying trays of terrifying tacos. They slap the trays on the table, Little Thing’s wrists flashing scars.

“This is Sammi.” She motions slowly towards Little Thing, wishing to avoid a flinch. “This is Gerard,” She states. Little Thing’s hazel eyes scrutinize me weakly. “He can be a real asshole sometimes, but he does it with love.” Little Thing smiles slightly, releasing a slight, breathy laugh.

“I’m sorry.” I blurt out right away.

“For what?” Her voice is smaller than she is. As she slides onto the bench of the table, she pushes a piece of light brown hair behind her ear. She eyes the amount of space between Katy and her.

“You’re just so young, and, if you’re like me, you’ll be in here for years,” My words slink and slide off my tongue without regard to anyone. I feel terrible. I shouldn’t have said that. She didn’t need to hear about her unlucky sentence in this place “And I just don’t want that. I want you to have your crazy teenag-“

“Gerard, she’s older than you when you were admitted.” Katy calms me. Katy shakes head, murmuring, “Not much older, but older.”

My eyes widen. “How old?”

“Seventeen.” Sammi murmurs, poking at the taco. She hasn’t taken a bite yet.

“She shouldn’t be here, Katy.” I say sadly. I look at Little Thing. “Sammi, you need to get better.”

“I know.”

“Gerard.” Frank slides onto the bench next to me. “What the fuck?”

With all of my energy, I feign total ignorance. “Huh?”

“Don’t ‘huh’ me.” He whispers. He pulls down his collar slightly. I giggle immediately. “Fuck you.”

“You just did.” I remind him quietly.

Slim fingers wrap around my shoulder. “Shouldn’t you be contacting Mikey soon?” Jack’s throaty voice asks.

“Why?”

“You’re gonna need him to get outta here.” Jack’s wild eyes are lit with happiness. Someone actually believes everything he says. Well, not everything, but most.

“Jack, you have a beautiful fucking mind, and I’d love to hear everything your creatures are telling you, but I really need to go call Mikes.” I rush out.

“Where are you going and why can’t I go?” He asks, his disappointment almost palpable.

“True. Come with me. I’m going to the visitation room.” The visitation room has a crappy payphone. You have to get special tokens from an orderly to use it.

“Wait, you’re leaving here?” Sammi’s small voice interjects into the craziness. Her hazel eyes are wide with jealousy.

“I think so.”

*

I stand against the payphone frame, fingers flipping the token. Katy stands on my right with Little Thing at least two feet away. Frank leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed, eyes watching Jack suspiciously. Jack is almost pressed up against my back with a hand on my shoulder.

My fingers shakily push the token into the coin slot. I impatiently wait for the dial tone. After my fingers clumsily press my brother’s number, the lady’s voice asks for my name. I fidget terribly, so Jack thankfully removes his hand. Frank’s fingers comfortingly wraps around my free wrist as I hear the three rings. Suddenly, all noise stops.

“Hey, Gee.”

Notes

I hope you enjoyed the smut!
I'm so excited and so sad that this story is definitely almost over.
Now I'm gonna shamelessly promo my next fic, which I have put the prologue up of, called Our Lady of Sorrows. It's gonna be even more depressing than this one so yeah I won't completely focus on the new one until I have completed this one.

Now for the important part(gotta * the shit outta this)
******* If you want a happy ending, do not read the epilogue. I repeat DO NOT READ THE EPILOGUE! *******
This isn't the last chapter, but I just wanted to inform you guys.
You all have beautiful minds.
-Alex:)