Endless Possibilities (On Hiatus)

" Nnnng,” I groan and grip my head. It’s too bright in here. Why aren’t my curtains shut? I always shut my curtains. Wait…I’m not in my room…Or…Oh, right. My new room. That’s where I am. “Morning sweetheart,” I know the voice ghosting over my ears should be pleasant, but it just sends another stab of pain through my head. “Gee, don’t talk so loud,” I whisper. It’s all I can bear to do. I hear him stifling laughter before he whispers back, “Sorry. Forgot. Here.” I pry my eyelids open to see him holding out two aspirin and a glass of water. Oh thank god. I gulp them down gratefully and smile at him. Well, it’s more of a cringe, but I do attempt to make it positive. Next I take a look around. Luckily, it’s just the two of us in here, but that says nothing about the rest of the apartment. “What all happened last night? I don’t remember anything past Mikey throwing up on Alicia.” “Pretty much the same of what you remember then. Except…” Something in his expression has me blushing, “Except…?” “Well, around one in the morning you pushed me in here and insisted you had to give me a lap dance.” Forget blushing, I am now mortified, “I what?! Did you l-let me?!” Ow. Screaming is the wrong choice right now. He smirks, “I dunno. Did I?” As if I’m supposed to know! But instead of explaining further he walks out in the living room and, get this, starts banging on the wall. In a house of more than likely horribly hung over teenagers! “All right, listen up! Everyone has one hour to wake up and vacate the premises unless you’re gonna help clean! I don’t want the neighbors asking questions considering I’m the only person here who’s old enough to drink!” He yells, and I’m sure he’s meaning to be as loud as humanly possible. “I resent that,” I hear Sean’s weak voice through the doorway. It’s followed by more groans and other sound of zombies waking from slumber. I decide to go out and see what all’s happening. Bodies are spread all over the floor along with plenty of spilled alcohol, vomit, and other bodily fluids. God, my house is disgusting! I knew this was gonna happen. “Don’t worry, Frankie,” Jamia appears by my side with a yawn, “I’ll get it cleaned up." I look at her briefly and have to do a double take, “Put some clothes on first!” I command. She’s literally stripped down to her bra and underwear and I really don’t want to think about what that implies. “Speak for yourself, Mr. Lap Dance.” She says, effectively putting me back into my embarrassed state. Looking down, I see that I am in fact no more clothed than her, clad only in my boxers. What’s even more horrifying, though, is the dazzling array of multi-colored hickies. I need to talk to Gerard about taking advantage of me when I’m drunk… Gerard’s method works really quickly. In no time at all there is only him, me, Mia, Sean, Mikey, Alicia, and Ray left in the room. I finally feel like I can breathe. I turn to Gerard, “What now?” “Now,” he says, wrapping his arms around my now clothed waist, “I am going to take you out for breakfast while Sean and Jamia clean the apartment.” “What?!” Jamia and Sean protest at the same time. “Well, it was Jamia’s idea to throw the party and judging by her clothing situation this morning I’m sure Frank is livid at Sean.” Wow. He hit the nail on the head. “But what about those three?” Jamia asks, pointing to Mikey, Alicia, and Ray. “What about them? Mikey had no knowledge of this before he got here and Ray and Alicia were innocent guests as well.” “Oh, it’s no trouble,” Alicia interjects, “I need to practice my cleaning skills anyway. It’s pretty much a requirement for a good housewife.” The room goes silent as Mikey’s cheeks redden. Suddenly everyone’s eyes are on Alicia’s left ring finger. Sure enough, a plain gold band rests upon it. All of a sudden everyone is talking at once. Well, everyone except Ray and Gerard, who look very smug and in the loop. “Holy shit! Mikey, why didn’t you tell me?” I demand. “When’d you pop the question?” Jamia squeals. “Congrats dude,” Sean says casually. “Wait, she’s not pregnant is she?!” Everyone goes silent at Jamia’s second question. Somehow, I feel like that’s a real possibility. Why else would Mikey keep me out of the loop? I mean, of course he’s been spending more time with Ray since summer started and my time’s been taken up by Gerard, but we’re still friends!...Right? " No, she’s not pregnant,” Mikey says indignantly, “I asked Alicia to marry me last Friday because I love her. And I didn’t tell you Frank because a) you haven’t been around me long enough to be told and b) you always leave your emotions splayed out on your face. You would have spilled the beans to Mom or Alicia or someone who didn’t need to know.” “No I wouldn’t…” I pout, but he has a point. Hell, everyone else knew I was in love with Gerard long before I did. “A-anyway,” Alicia cuts in, “I wasn’t exactly supposed to tell anyone yet. We still haven’t told our parents. Plus, it’s more of a promise ring considering that I’m still in high school. So keep it on the down low, okay? Now you two get out of here. We’ll get the place cleaned up,” and with that she shoos us out the door. … It was a very nice date, and when we got home the place was spotless. Seriously, not even our guests were left. Unfortunately, that was only followed by hours of unpacking, but now it’s finally time for Gerard and me to go to bed together. I crawl up into the bed next to him and kiss him chastely, “I love you so much.” He smiles, “I know, Frankie. I love you, too.” I stretch out, “This bed is so comfortable. Perfect for sleep.” He takes the bait, “Well, I’m sure it’s good for other things too.” “Hm? What other things?” He kisses me again and then begins trailing them down my jawline and neck, speaking between kisses, “Kissing. And cuddling. And, well, you know.” I giggle, “Mmhmm. Plenty of other things.” Then there’s no more talking because I’ve reclaimed his lips with my own. I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel like overpowering him. I climb on top of him and force my tongue into his mouth, not that he resists too much. In fact, he reaches up and grabs my waist, pulling me down from my straddling position to rest against him. This only leads to a grinding of hips which leads to fumbling fingers removing clothes. And of course this leads to Gerard flipping us over and taking control. He warns me that it’s going to hurt, but says he’ll be gentle. And I believe him. Of course I believe him. I know he’d never hurt me on purpose. And then those fumbling fingers are inside of me, stretching me, bringing slight discomfort but also a bit of pleasure. I find myself bearing down on them trying to get more friction between the digits and my entrance. I whimper as they are pulled away, but my disappointment doesn’t last long, because then it’s happening. He’s inside me, rocking his hips, and I can’t for the life of me understand why he bothered to warn me. The pain is nothing compared to the absolute ecstasy I’m feeling at being fully connected to him. All I’m aware of is our breathing, our mingling sweat, the movement of our bodies as we finally become one. It’s over much too quickly as we ride our orgasms out together. Part of me is sad because I know that there will never be another time as special as my first, but the other part is overjoyed because the barrier that was holding us back is gone. Now that it’s happened once, there’s nothing to stop it from happening as many times as we want. Satisfied, I let myself drift off to sleep with one last murmured, “I love you, Gee.” And it makes me very happy that the last words I hear before slumber takes me are, “I love you, too, Frankie. More than you know."

Notes

well theres the next chapter. sorry for the wait and the formatting.