Behind The Mask

Gerard was pretty much just making out with it now. I mean come on, sucking cock was fucking great, and the alcohol at Pete Wentz's Halloween party was making it even greater. Okay, so he didn't exactly know whose cock he was currently drooling over, but it was a nice one.

As long as it wasn't his brothers then he'd be fine.

Or Pete's.

Or Ray's.

Sure, Ray was a great friend, but it would be super creepy if he woke up in some sort of half made bed in the morning next to the guy he'd known since kindergarten.
Anyway, so it's a great cock. Not too thick but just enough to have that pleasant stretch in his jaw, and just the right length so as to not choke him.

The moans above him were getting slightly louder, and there was a sharp buck which choked Gerard for a second, before moving back to licking the shaft. Then something caught his eye. Tattoos.

From the dull light in the airing cupboard all Gerard could see were swirls of black ink dancing across the mans skin (Ok the booze was probably the one making them move, but still) and the more he tried to focus, the more he could see. The guy above him gave a grunt and tugged on his hair which snapped Gerard out of his trance and got him lazily sucking again.

A few minutes later the guy was coming down his throat with a muffled groan and Gerard pulled away to spit, his head reeling suddenly from the alcohol intake and making him retch.

"Oh come on, it can't taste that fuckin' bad." The Mystery Man said, zipping himself up. Gerard didn't have time to reply before he shuddered again and retched, the hot bile rising from his stomach and emptying onto the floor, narrowly avoiding Mystery Mans shoes. Gerard thought perhaps he would now flee the stinking scene and leave him curled on the floor to wake up with puke in his hair like so many others, but instead Mystery Man kneeled beside him and rubbed his back. Gerard wiped his mouth on his black cape, some fake blood smearing on it.

"Whoa dude, c'mon, let's get you to the bathroom."

The guy tugged on his arm until he stood, the two of them stumbling through the thumping bass-filled hallways. They passed many werewolves, zombie cheerleaders and cats who gave them both funny looks, until they burst into the large upstairs bathroom, landing in a heap on the floor.

Gerard tilted his head to finally get a look at the man's face. Of course, this being a Halloween party, Mystery Man was wearing a mask of some sort of blue disfigured ogre. Ugh, his plastic fangs (somewhere on the closet floor) and fake blood were looking more pathetic by the second. Before he could ask his name, he retched and was quickly pulled up by the Ogre-Faced Mystery Man. He put his head over the toilet, holding him there with a hand on his back which was rubbing soothingly.

"You okay man?"

Gerard wordlessly nodded, taking a few deep breaths before attempting speech.

"W-what's your name?"

All of a sudden the bathroom door was flung open, and a shit faced Mikey appeared.

"Holy fuckin' shiblurghnuu." The wolf-masked teen babbled, most of the sentence incoherent as he shoved his older brother to the side and emptied his stomach into the toilet bowl. Mystery Man had been considerate enough to support Gerard as he fell to the side and pulled him into his lap.

"Whoa shit, son. C'mon vampire, we better leave this kid."

"He's my uh...my brother." Gerard murmured, but didn't object to being carried by the surprisingly strong ogre midget and into the hallway. He knocked on two bedroom doors before he found an empty room; the study. After laying him down on the floor, Ogre-Faced Mystery Man kneeled beside him and pulled off that stupid mask.

"Answering your question from earlier, I'm Frank. Hi." He smiled, rubbing Gerard's back as he hesitantly sat up. The guy, Frank, was really pretty without the mask. He had short black hair which was shaved at the sides and dyed red, and a lip and nose ring which just caught the light from the bright moon outside the window. He had a friendly, if not slightly lopsided, smile and tired looking eyes; he probably was a bit tipsy in that case. "So, you gonna be polite and tell me your name?"

"Huh? Uh yeah, I'm Gerard. The barfing werewolf was my brother, Mikey." He patted Frank's arm. "Thanks for helping me back there."

"Nah that's okay, I could say the same for you." He winked, motioning to his crotch. Gerard gave a nervous laugh. The alcohol was wearing off now.

"Hey, I saw some ink on your skin earlier, could I take another look? You don't have to if you don't want me to see, of course."

"No that's cool, they're there for show." Frank nodded, pulling off his grey shirt. Gerard couldn't help but stare at the patterns of black stretched across his tan skin, a finger reaching out to trace the swallow on his left hip. They weren't moving anymore, which was good. His resistance to alcohol was getting better.

"They're...amazing." He spoke, trailing his hand up Frank's chest to trace the word 'Hope' and the little flame that went with it.

"Wow dude, thanks, I've never had someone this interested in them before." Frank watched Gerard's finger with a small smile.

"Ah, well I'm an art student. I think tattoos are pretty cool, especially little pictures. Wouldn't get one myself though, I'm scared of needles." Gerard explained, trying not to ramble too much.

Frank nodded in understanding. "So about earlier...would it be okay if we met again? I mean, if you just wanted it to be a one time thing and never wanna see my face again, I'll understand but I just thought because you and me-"

"I'd like that." Gerard cut in simply, the alcohol having no say in this conversation.

"Cool. Yeah okay, so how's tomorrow?"

"I can do that. Meet me at the Starbucks at around ten?"

Frank nodded and smiled shyly. "Sure."