What Happens in Art Class...

Purple. Purple was the predominate color that I was seeing. All shades of ugly, bruising purple. And red. Long scratches of it, marring the skin on Ryan that may have at one point been called beautiful. I just stood there, staring. Who could do such a thing? Sure, Ryan was a dick, but he didn’t deserve this. Nobody deserved what he was clearly suffering from.

“Of course, get in here,” Gerard stepped to the side, allowing Ryan through and causing me to move as well. I went straight to Ryan’s side and helped him hobble to the couch. I could tell something was wrong with his ankle by the way he leaned on me. Who could have done this?

Ryan shivered in my grip as he leaned closer to me on the couch. He felt so un-Ryan like. Like he was holding onto me as a lifeline. I looked up at Gerard, “Get him something warm to drink.”

Gerard nodded and left for the kitchen. I gently smoothed down Ryan’s matted hair and whispered gentle words to him. I wanted to know what happened, but I knew it wasn’t the proper time to ask. Ryan needed comfort, maybe some food and a good night’s rest for sure. He could talk in the morning…Or after school. I could call Mom and tell her that something came up…I didn’t want to leave Ryan. It almost scared me how caring I felt toward him at that moment. He was my worst enemy. Why did I have this affection toward him?

“Here,” Gerard’s voice came from above us. Ryan reached up and took the steaming mug, drinking what I thought was hot chocolate in careful sips.

“Ryan…” I don’t know what I was going to say. I felt like I needed to say something, though. The whole situation was tense.

Suddenly Ryan turned his wide brown eyes on me, “Thank you so much,” then he looked at Gee, “Both of you. I don’t deserve for you to be nice to me, so…thank you.”

That causes me to burst from the pressure, “Don’t deserve? Ryan, I don’t give one shit what you’ve done to me! Look at you! Someone fucking beat you until you could barely walk! Nobody deserves to go through that…Nobody…” He wasn’t just physically hurt. Something happened to him emotionally as well. Who could have done this?

“I need to clean your cuts,” Gerard sais once the hot chocolate was gone, “And Frank probably needs to get home.”

Ryan’s eyes suddenly looked panicked, “No! Please, Frank, you can’t leave!” He gripped onto me tighter, “You can’t.”

Gee sighed, “His mom will be—”

“It’s fine,” I cut him off, “I’ll call her and tell her I’m staying here. Ryan needs me more.”

Something flashed in Gerard’s eyes then that I couldn’t quite place. I shrugged it off though, deciding that focusing on Ryan was the best idea. I helped him stand up and wrapped my arms around his slim waist as we made our way toward the bathroom. Then I sat him on the toilet and stepped back so Gerard could work. Or, I tried to step back. Ryan kept a death grip on my hand, so I wasn’t able to get very far.

“This is going to sting,” Gerard said as he poured some rubbing alcohol onto a tissue. He then placed the tissue onto one of Ryan’s cuts, which caused him to flinch, but he didn’t tell him to stop. Soon Ryan was covered in bandages and I was leading him to Mikey’s room. Gerard had insisted that Mikey wouldn’t be home, so that’s where Ryan was staying.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” Ryan asked pitifully after he had dressed in some of Gerard’s pajamas.

“No.” Gerard said before I could answer, “That’s a bad idea. He could end up irritating your injuries in his sleep.”

“It’s alright, Gee, I’ll be careful,” I said, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.” He tensed up and shrugged it off.

“I said no. Now you need to call your mom.”

I sighed. I had no idea what was up with him. He was right about calling Mom, though, so I went into the kitchen and dialed the number.

“Frank? Where are you?” she answered on the second ring.

“I went over to Gerard’s after school. Is it okay if I spend the night?” I asked.

“Frank, it’s a school night. Can’t you wait until the weekend for that?”

My cheeks flamed, “What? No! It’s not like that! Something important just came up so I need to stay here, okay?”

She was silent for a while, “Okay, but Saturday you are bringing that man over for dinner. Understand?”

I swallowed, “Uh, y-yeah…”

“Have a good night. Bye.”

“Bye,” I muttered, hanging up my phone and trudging into the living room where Gerard was on the couch. I sat next to him and sighed, causing him to look over.

“What did she say?”

“You’re joining us for dinner Saturday.”

“I see,” And then he went back to watching TV. We sat there in a heavy silence for a while, which troubled me. Did I do something wrong? Whatever it was, I didn’t mean to. In an attempt to make it better, I snuggled up next to him. He responded silently by putting his arm around me, still not looking at me.

I decided not to dwell on it and instead thought about Ryan. His injuries…I just couldn’t get them out of my head! Who could do such a thing to someone like Ryan? I knew how evil he was from experience, but on the outside his face showed youth and innocence. Who would want to change that…Who…

"You know what my dad really told me tonight, Iero? He told me to go fuck my fagot ass boyfriend and not bother coming home. You see, not everyone has parents as nice as yours.”

I couldn’t help but see belt sized welts on Ryan’s back in my memories…

I sat up with a gasp at my memories, “Holy shit I think I know who did it!” I yelled.

Gerard looked over finally, “Did what?”

“Beat the shit out of Ryan!”

Gerard sighed, “Frank, can we deal with that in the morning?”

I didn’t get him. Why wait to deal with this? Ryan was hurt now. I had the answer now. So what was stopping Gee from doing something? He wasn’t leaving it open to discussion either, that much was clear. I stood up.

“Fine. I’m going to bed then.” Otherwise I’d be up all night worrying.

Gerard stood up and stretched, “Good idea. I think we could both use some time in the sack.”

I walked to the bedroom, expecting to be able to just strip down to my boxers and crawl into bed. Gee had other ideas, though. As soon as we were in the door he had me pinned against it with a leg between my thighs. He kissed me forcefully, and I was so surprised that I melted into it with a moan. Then I pulled back.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, “Ryan’s just in the other room!”

“Shut the fuck up about Ryan!” He nearly yelled, “I don’t want to hear one more goddamned thing. You are mine, got it?! I don’t care how hurt he is, you’re still mine!”

With that lovely outburst he began sucking and biting on my neck really forcefully. Marking his territory, I realized. That’s what was wrong. He was jealous of the attention I was giving Ryan. And I uess I couldn’t blame him. If Ryan had chosen to cuddle up to Gee I probably would have lost it, too. So instead of fighting him I decided to let him do what he was going to.

His teeth grazed over a really sensitive part of my neck, causing me to shudder and moan. This was clearly the reaction Gerard was looking for, because he took that moment to throw me on the bed and start removing my clothes. I tried to reach up and help him with his as well, but he slapped my hands away.

“Just let me do all the work, Frankie…In fact…” I froze when he opened the bedside drawer. This time he took out three pairs of handcuffs, two longer than the other. After my clothes were off he flipped me onto my stomach and secured my hands and feet to the bed frame. I tried to stay still, knowing that whatever power trip he was on wouldn’t last long.

I felt his finger rimming my entrance, spreading what I could only imagine was lube on it. At least I hoped that’s what it was, because it was cold and wet for sure. Then his finger was replaced by something warm and wet and I completely froze. Holy shit he’s tonguing me .That thought was exactly right as I felt his tongue plunge deeper and deeper into me. I didn’t know how to feel about it. On the one hand, it really did feel good. On the other, the idea of having my ass filled with saliva and Gerard licking my insides was really gross. My lungs decided for me, though, as deep moans erupted from my mouth.

“I just love flavored lube. It’s wonderful,” Gee said once he’d pulled away. There was another short pause and then my head was forced up as Gee sat on his knees between my arms. His dick was coated in a gelatinous, slightly green substance, “Have a taste, Frankie. It’s lime.”

I opened my mouth and let him shove himself inside. Luckily he was telling the truth. His skin tasted like a sweetened lime. I sucked hard on him, trying to make him happy. I succeeded in making him throw his head back before he left my mouth and went back behind me. He plunged into me without warning and didn’t wait for me to adjust. He just rammed into me over and over, slamming my hips against the bed. I couldn’t complain. His dominance was bringing out all of my submissive tendencies, and I found myself moaning and crying out in pleasure.

Things only got better when he rammed into my prostate. I arched my back with a cry and my fingers and toes curled against their will. Gee took this as a good sign and began hitting that spot over and over. It wasn’t long before I was seeing stars and riding out my orgasm. Gerard wasn’t done, though. He still had plenty of thick wood left, and he was still using it. I let him. It wasn’t the most enjoyable for me, laying there exhausted as he used my body in such a way, but I wanted to make him happy.

After all, this was a one-time thing.

Right?

Notes

All right, there's your explanation. And your smut. Like, holy crap that scene was intense. So what do you think? Is that a one time thing or is Gerard's slightly sadistic perv side getting the best of him? Of course, you'll find out soon enough, but comment your ideas anyway k? Love y'all!