Zombies!
Zombies!
Gerard couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw so many people dressed up in costumes other than last halloween. Everywhere he looked, there were zombies everywhere; ones with natural skin full of make-up, others with leather masks, with torn clothes and fake blood all over. Some wore even classic old-school hard plastic faces with funny expressions that were only laughable, but others decided to go for the realistic looks with ruber, grotesque full-head masks, with dirty looking hair and pustules on the green skin. The summer breeze was thick and dense, and he could hear grunts followed by laughs, girls’ shrieks and teenage voices all over the place.
He stood there in the small drugstore that was on the corner of the cinema, opening the pack of Marlboro reds he just bought (after having to show his ID, of course… it was always the same; no one really believed he was 18) and lighting one as he watched the people go by his side directly to the theatre a few meters away from where he was.
It was a fashion he couldn’t (and wasn’t really all willing to, in reality) understand; why people liked the living dead so much? they were slow, they smelled too bad and had the brains of a mosquito. And they got usually killed in the most stupid ways possible. They couldn’t even reproduce - and in fact, thinking of two real zombies fucking was pretty repulsive. There were so many creatures better than zombies, just why? Why do people love them? Vampires were way cooler; just thinking about the teeth and the blood and how they only go out during the night (nothing like those modern ass vampires that shine and sparkle like stupid smiles on toothpaste commercials under the sun light instead of burning down to ashes) and hunted humans to feed on them and play with them as they wish. Gah. So much better than all that grunting, slow paces and incoherent shit. So, so much better.
A loud sound startled him, making him jump slightly on his place; a few jocks on those rubber masks went past by him, scaring him shitless. He recognized them immediately, with their stupid football team jackets on, expensive shit ass preppy sneakers and high fashion blue jeans. He could hear them laugh audibly at their apparently ‘awesome’ outcome, walking away to the theatre as well, as Gerard cursed under his breath and accommodated his messy hair behind his ear. Those where the assholes from his school, obviously; they found so entertaining to piss others off and bully everyone that he could point them out just anywhere. They usually just scared and pissed Gerard off, but didn’t usually get to beat him up or actually touch him; oh, no, god forbid! Watch out, his queerness was contagious.
It was no mystery to anyone at school that Gerard was gay. Not that he cared much anyway; no one really spoke to him (it was reciprocated) and they couldn’t care less about him, but it was always a torture in gym when they had to play any team sports and he would be picked at last (so not really ‘picked’ after all), or how they would humiliate him in the dressing rooms just because he was pale as fuck and fat. And obviously, as idiotic as his classmates were, they obviously were there, at the theatre, for the premier of the stupid zombie flick all the stupid teenagers seemed to like.
So why was he there again? Oh, yeah. Waiting for his boyfriend, the zombie fan. Don’t get him wrong, his boyfriend was nothing like those assholes, no. Frank was fucking perfect.
He met him through his younger brother, the weird-as-fuck Mikey Way; he was his classmate. How the fuck were Mikey and Frank friends in the first place was still a mystery to the older Way brother. Because really, all they had in common were bands and some comic books. Well, maybe that’s why they got along; after all, both Gerard and his little brother went to most of local bands gigs, and Frank would be in every single one of them. He could remember the first time he saw him; it was on one of those lame ass house parties, after a show of a really shitty local band. Gerard was outside the house leaning against his old car drinking a beer trying to look badass but failing miserably, staring at the drunken and high underage teenagers around him, wondering when he agreed to go to such a lame place, when he saw the prettiest boy on earth; petite, with black skinny jeans, an old misfits tee, skater shoes and perfect-not-perfect hair, dragging a very drunk Mikeyway to him, asking if Gerard was indeed his older brother. He jumped into the older Way’s car just to make sure that was indeed his friend’s brother and took him home to his bed. After that, Gerard took Frank to his place and the night ended pretty uneventful. From that point on, he started to actually pay attention to the freak of his younger brother and did whatever it took to get in touch with the small boy, because fuck, he was so fun and charismatic and seriouslyhot. And he kept that on, until Mikey couldn’t take it anymore and told his friend his brother’s real intentions; to his surprise, Frank was apparently thinking the same thing and they ended up going out.
After 2 months of hanging around, he still couldn’t understand how they were dating, or even how someone like Frank could talk to him, to start with. Especially after all the stories they shared, most of them involving sexual situations, underage drinking and some minor drug use, but boy if Frank’s adventures made him wonder about how it would be to have some real intimacy him. After dating for two months, the furthest they got into their relationship was only some kissing and drunken make out sessions at some parties or rushed ones in the school restrooms, but nothing too x-rated. Mostly because Gerard didn’t want to push him into anything - Frank made it already pretty clear that, even though he was no saint and was pretty open about is sexuality and all, every time he rushed things, his relationships always ended in bad terms, and he didn’t want that again. That, aside from the fact that Gerard was already 18 and the other was 16.
Sixteen. Hell, no matter how much he wanted to get into Frank’s pants, he didn’t want to go to jail, thank you very much. It really was good thing that he were asked for his ID constantly to check he was an adult already, because it helped a lot when they were in public, but still, there was some kind of risk when he couldn’t control himself. It was really hard; Gerard was almost obsessed over the matter. It wasn’t like it was his fault anyway, not when Frank was probably the hottest human being on earth, with those tattoos and piercings (that he probably got the coolest parents for authorizing their kid to get inked), and those skinny jeans that left nothing to his imagination, clinging to his perfect little body… and the stories. The stories of his past relationships and their adventures, that made Gerard’s mind spin and his imagination fly on high speed.
He wouldn’t pull the card of ‘how bad I want you and how bad I feel about knowing that you did pretty naughty things with other people and you wouldn’t do them with me’, though; no. It just wasn’t fair, especially ‘cause he loved Frank, even though his fingers itched with want and desire ever time he saw him, the need to pin him against a wall and assault his body, inch by inch and savor it fucked with his mind all the time.
His thoughts were interrupted by a hand on his shoulder; a hand with a bitten, chipped black nail polish. Gerard smirked to himself, knowing perfectly who that hand belonged to, and he turned around, smiling, only to find yet another of those latex and rubber zombie masks. This one was purple, with neon green hair; it had some fake wounds, especially a big, horizontal line across the forehead, badly stitched, that was opening from one side and a fly was coming out of it as well as some bits of brains. The rubber scent was disguised with the soft perfume the boy in front of him had; a sweet mix of manly cologne with cigarettes, fabric softener and strawberry shampoo, creating a really sweet aroma which Gerard only related to his sweet boyfriend. The hand that posed on the older Way’s shoulder went to grab the face of the mask, taking it from the nasty, putrid nose, and pulled upwards, leaving the mask around his head, some of Frank’s beautiful brunette hair and still kind of wet hair escaping from the edge of the neck, leaving his zombie disguise looking up to the sky.
“Hey, Gee” the small boy greeted, with a bashful smile, making the other’s knees go weak. Frank had applied a slight bit of smudgy eyeliner around his bright hazels, making them stick out perfectly, shining and beautiful. He was wearing Gerard’s favorite pair of pants, the skinny blue jeans that were ripped on the knees, his skater shoes as well as a white tee with a pair of (no shit) green zombie hands print on it and an America-themed blue bandana full of white stars around his neck.
He was beyond perfection.
“Hey, Frankie,” the older Way smiled, grabbing him from his waist in a sudden wave of excitement for finally seeing his boyfriend and planting a soft kiss on his lips, ignoring the laughs and the pretty audible comments from the zombies that walked past them. Frank smiled on the kiss, pulling away softly without stepping back. “I was waiting for you, what took you so long?”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t decide which tee was more appropriate,” he smirked, then looked back at Gerard. “Where’s your zombie mask? I thought you were bringing one too”
Gerard fidgeted on his place. Oh boy, how was possible that Frank was even into that shit as well? At least he didn’t bring more costume than his facade, or wasn’t grunting around the place (although he wasn’t really sure he would mind if he did).
“Umh… yeah, I didn’t bring one, couldn’t find any I liked” Gerard excused himself, looking at the floor. Frank’s smile faded a little bit.
“You don’t like zombies much, do you?, I’m sorry… we don’t have to go to the theatre if you don’t want to, we can do something else.”
“N-no!” the older one snapped immediately, looking at him in the eyes, his hands pressing firmly on Frank’s. “No, Frankie, it’s not that, at all.”
“Then, what?”
“Well” he gulped “i-it is true that I don’t quite get why you like zombies much… b-but it’s a date, right? and I promised you I’d bring you to the premiere, I know this is a big thing for you. I want us to have a good time, no matter where we go or what we do… and I’m sure we will have a good time here,”
Gerard smirks, although he doubts for a moment when he hears some laughs and whistles behind them; the group of jocks from the school were looking at them, making gestures and mocking them.
Frank smirked over Gerard’s shoulder, this evil grin the older already knew so well. Oh Jesus, he was about to do something bad. And his thoughts were confirmed, when he felt the smaller boy’s hand sneaking around his waist, going a bit lower to grab Gerard’s ass casually, kissing him deeply on the lips, at which the boys made disgusted sounds, turning around to avoid watching. Gerard smirked on the kiss as well, noticing what his boyfriend did, but playing dumb and letting the moment go through as he pressed Frank closer to him in a possessive demeanor, to which the other giggled, breaking the kiss and looking at him in the eyes, smiling.
“A bit eager, aren’t we?” He teased, making the older blush slightly.
“Well… can you blame me?” Gerard bit down on his lip. He always was eager when it came down to physical contact with his boyfriend, especially then. It was fine to wait a bit and not rush things, but it was so hard. Especially when his mind was thinking about how he was going to be with Frank in a dark room full of teenagers concentrated on some shitty movie and how close the other one was going to be… goddamn it. Gerard, stop it.
“I don’t know” Frank smirked, a playful gesture on his face. “C’mon, let’s go get those tickets and get on the line, I bet the popcorn stall will be full” he said, pulling from Gerard’s arm and walking towards the theatre.
There was a small line in front of the ticket booth, thank god, so they got their tickets quickly, but just like Frank predicted, as soon as they walked through the double doors covered with gorey posters related to the movie premiere, they saw the huge line on the popcorn and drinks stall. Gerard looked around for the end of the line and they stood there; they got to the cinema earlier, so there was plenty of time to get in the line and be able to purchase something before the movie started, and thank lord they aired the movie in two different screens, so there was enough place for all these people to still get somewhat decent seats.
While they waited, the older boy looked around, a bit uncomfortable, trying not to call Frank’s attention. He didn’t want to feel that way, like he didn’t belong to that stupid subculture mass that were into zombies; however his boyfriend seemed to be a lot into it, and while he couldn’t understand the whole point of it, he did respect it, just because Frank liked it. That was enough for him, even if he felt now completely alienated and out of place, the only zombie related stuff he had on himself being a flyer with the face of a living dead the old dude from the ticket booth gave them. It wasn’t like he didn’t like massive cults, dressing up with costumes or whatever shit, but he still didn’t get the point.
“Why zombies?” he asked out loud, without even noticing. The other boy turned to look at him, a bit curious.
“What, Gee?”
The older blushed, falling back to reality.
“Uh. I-I was wondering, you know… just… why zombies? There are creatures much more interesting, much more fierce… why do you like zombies so much?” He asked, trying to get the question over and done. It wasn’t like Frank would want again to go somewhere else, they already got the tickets and the theatre doors were closed already, meaning that all the tickets had been sold and no more people could get inside.
“Well, zombies are human,” the smaller said “they are just dead, you know. That shows you how fragile we are, how just takes a small thing as a virus for us to become that, to become blind with our need to feed, to roam around this earth without a reason other than hunt and satisfy our desire.”
“Well, vampires do that too.”
“Not really. You see, vampires also love to reproduce; they’re immortal souls, who are victims of their desires, and they’re not only there to feed. They’re there to fascinate, to drag human victims to their lair so they can toy with them as they please, to do anything they want to them, other than just eating them. Vampires are graceful, they’re menacing; authentic beauties from the gothic underworld. Zombies are there to feed. Just to feed, they can’t do anything else; all they do is roam around trying to satisfy their only need, and they will roam with no direction around the world without a care in the world other than to do that; feed. And what do they feed on? Human beings, like themselves, just alive. The dead eat the alive; they steal their life from them. You have a marvelous mirror of our blood thirst society right there, by the way.”
Gerard listened to his boyfriend, pretty interested on the smaller boy’s words and sighing in relief inside. It was a very good thing that he was talking to Frank about the subject; he could bet that if he asked the same to any other kid on that room, the best answer he could’ve gotten would’ve been ‘’cause they’re cool’. At least he could understand some of the vision now, and his boyfriend was accurate on his interpretation. Gerard could totally think about it and it would make perfect sense to him, if he saw things from that point of view.
“Well… you’re right about that one,” the older admitted, as he fished his wallet from his jeans.
“Of course I am.” A kind of cocky smile drew itself on Frank’s lips; a smile that made Gerard’s itch with want to take a taste of that mouth. He was honest; he couldn’t get enough of his boyfriend. “Hey, what are you doing?” The smaller boy asked when he saw the older taking out his wallet. “You already paid for the tickets, it’s my turn to pay at least for the sodas.”
Gerard refused, though.
“Nope. I invited you, I want you to have a good time, hence I’m paying today. You’ll have the chance to invite me some other place another day,” he winked. Alright, he wasn’t completely honest. After all, he was a guy. “Plus, you’re my date, I need to spoil you a bit.”
He rarely was a gentleman, and he knew Frank didn’t really care about those things anyway, but at least Gerard hoped he could get his way. The older did want to make him feel special that day and see him with that incredibly beautiful smile of his plastered on his face like a kid on Disneyland; that was indeed true. The fact that there were ulterior motives behind his kindness was a completely different matter. Because he was after all a guy, and he’d be completely lying if he didn’t expect something in return, anything. Maybe some cute make out during the movie, taking the opportunity of the dark room with teenagers paying attention to other business other than them, for instance, their own pants or their partner’s.
After a good 20 minutes that seemed to be eternal with all the stupid kids around them trying to act like zombies, playing pranks on each other and complementing their own stupidity, they got to the front of the line.
“Do you want some popcorn or a soda?” the older Way brother offered when they were in front of the cashier, some 20 year old nerdy-looking guy full of acne with a red uniform polo shirt, a stupid name tag that revealed his name and one of those fake head accessories in the shape of a bloody machete stabbed through his head. Of course.
“Get me some candy, Gee,” Frank pouted playfully like a kid, ignoring completely the lame-ass look of the kid in front of them. Little did he know what in fact that pout caused on Gerard, but the older didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned to face the cashier and ordered the candy and two strawberry slushies. Once they paid for everything, they went straight to the lines; there were formed a line for every screen, so they just took the shortest one. Thankfully it wasn’t so full; everyone were just messing around, scaring others and having grunt contests (or so it seemed), so the lines were kind of deserted, which was always good. So when the rest of the theatre crew opened the doors, they were one of the first to get inside, having the opportunity to chose their seats before all the jocks and assholes took the best ones. Gerard took a moment to appreciate his surroundings; the entire room was decorated like a zombie-attacked high school aisle; the walls were decorated with vinyl prints of grimy school walls and lockers, splattered with blood and guts, with some spooky details like a pair of living dead hands coming from inside one of the lockers. The final touch was granted by some ultraviolet and black lights, making the neon colors of the posters come alive and stick out from the walls. On the background, they could even hear some old punk rock music about monster raids and such. Even if he wasn’t too fond of zombies, after Frank’s speech and the reality he was into, he was starting to feel a slight bit less uncomfortable of his surroundings. At least he liked the music they were playing and the Halloween-like ambientation of the room.
Before Gerard could register, as soon as they got to the room, the smaller boy went immediately upstairs pretty quickly to get the top row, sitting almost in a corner. After breaking off the fascination he was submerged into when checking his boyfriend’s ass wiggling as he went upstairs, the older boy smirked unconsciously; Frank wasdefinitely planning on something, otherwise he would sit in the middle instead, and not in the dark corner, where, for general social convention, couples sat on. When he reached his boyfriend though, he saw the younger smirk sat one seat before the end of the line; his legs stretched on the side over the last seat and patting the place next to him on the other side, motioning for Gerard to take seat next to him.
“These are the best spots; you get an extra seat without anyone noticing!” he said excitedly, making the older boy’s heart skip a beat. For Christ’s sake. Apparently it wasn’t enough for Frank to bring Gerard to insanity by wearing tight skinny jeans ripped on the knees marking every little detail of his anatomy, (or white t-shirts in summer, showing his tattoos through the translucent fabric, or fixing his hair in a really good way, or even talk about previous sexual encounters with other people) , making Gerard’s mind spin and his imagination fly on high speed but he also had to play dumb and be charming and tease him all the time with that. And now, apparently, he was going to make him sit next to him in a dark zombie-themed cinema full of teenage couples just like them making out even on their costumes, grunting each other saying stupid stuff and throwing popcorn away. And on top of that, actually watch a zombies flick. It had to be his doom, really. Frank probably hated him with all his life.
“Gee? You got my candy?” the smaller boy asked, snapping him out of his thoughts again. Gerard took the bag of candy without much attention and looked back at him to give it, finding himself suddenly being stared by the hollow empty eyes of Frank’s mask over his head. Somehow it flipped a bit to the side so it was pointing up on Gerard’s direction. “What?”
“Oh, nothing,” the older boy replied, finally giving him his bag and sucking on his drink straw. What could he say, ‘please, point that thing somewhere else, I feel like it’s watching me’? Nope, not really. Especially not if he wanted to get some action.
Frank smirked at him as he took out a pair of old school 3D cardboard glasses and put them over the eyes of the mask on his head, giggling.
“Where the fuck did you get that from?” The older giggled as well at his boyfriend’s ideas. The other turned to look at him, a naughty grin on his features and Gerard smiled knowingly. He knew what was coming, and he couldn’t blame his boyfriend, really, the sentence was totally trailing and served in a silver platter for him.
“Oh, well… I have many places where I can hide things…” the boy with the mask commented, and the older was glad that it wasn’t covering his face, because the glimpse on Frank’s eyes as he said so was enough to set Gerard off in the most shameless way ever. “Like my back pack,” he said, pointing the bag with his eyes, making the older notice that he actually brought his backpack and he didn’t even realize before.
He got close to the smaller boy, wrapping one of his arms around his waist, the tip of his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of the t-shirt, caressing his skin slightly as he whispered on the other’s ear.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t know about that… you’ll have to show me sometime what other places you have.”
“All in due time, my love,” his boyfriend replied, pushing him away in a playful manner, and with that last sentence he fixed his eyes on the screen, where the movie was about to start. Boy, he didn’t even notice when the previews and commercials started. He cursed his luck once again as he sucked some more on his straw as he expected the cold of his slushie would help him calm his anxiety.
For Gerard’s fortune, it worked for some minutes, and as soon as the first heads flew across the screen followed by liters of fake blood splashing everything, he felt himself a bit more secure. The movie wasn’t that bad, indeed, he was slowly starting to understand at least why Frank loved those, but he kept getting distracted. As he predicted, most of the teenage couples around them were making out, doing their own thing; girls screaming horrified at the images on the screen and jocks laughing out loud in contraposition, mocking people and throwing popcorn all over the place, making more zombie noises. It was good they were on the top row, so people wouldn’t throw things at them. He really doubted they would forget about the small scene on the corner of the theatre. He sunk on his seat, drinking his slushie as he tried to put his naughty thoughts aside, and was about to comment something on the film when he paid attention to his boyfriend and felt his blood pressure increase all the sudden and his jeans tightening madly.
Frank’s eyes were fixed on the images of the screen, absorbed inside the zombie world right in front of their eyes. He had one of his legs flexed and the other stretched out over the free seat and he had in his hand the stick of a big round cherry lollypop, and Gerard could swear to anyone that he had never seen such a beautiful image before. The smaller boy was sucking on the damn candy ball really slowly, concentrated on the screen, like he was almost fucking kissing the damn thing, and he couldn’t believe it, after so much work to concentrate on the dead corpses of the film, that he would just turn his head and find that, ruining his entire work. It wasn’t fair, goddamn it!
Gerard tried to stay put for a while, trying with all his might to ignore his boyfriend’s tongue swirling in a sexy way over his lollypop, his lips stained red and shiny with the sugary saliva coating. He tried shifting to the side, crossing his legs, putting discreetly his cold slushie cup over his crotch, just everything; to try and ignore his primal instinct. Frank was underage, he tried to think. Frank was underage; they could get caught even if it was somewhat really unlikely to happen. Frank was underage and he asked Gerard some time, to do everything in due time, to take things slow… like he was savoring that lollypop. Slowly, his lips running around the ball of candy, big, red and wet - shiny, so fucking shiny, and he could swear that behind the screams and the zombie ‘uuuuggh’s that blared through the speakers, he could hear the sound of his boyfriend’s tongue, moving, working on that candy like he was giving the goddamn thing a blow job, the hottest blowjob ever…
For fuck’s sake, he was doomed.
In a desperate attempt of trying to evade his reality, he fished out his phone from his pocket and started to surf around it, trying to find a distraction. It was an old-school phone, so it wasn’t like it had too many things to get distracted with, but at least had a couple of classic games like the snake or tetris, and thank god it included a camera. Without thinking twice, he opened the pictures folder and started to surf through the random photos he had there; mostly they were pictures of things he found funny, or things that reminded him of videogames and such. He had all the ‘Frank’ related pictures on a side folder, with a password –just in case Mikey decided to sneak around his phone, so thank god he wouldn’t find any image that would ruin his last attempt of evasion of the matter.
“Gee? What’s up?” Frank’s voice startled him once again. Goddamn it, he had to stop doing that.
Gerard looked up from his phone to find his boyfriend’s face looking at him a bit puzzled, his lips all swollen due to the intense sucking on that stupid lollypop.
“Uh, nothing, I was just checking some old photos,” he pretended with innocence, as he flipped his phone close. The smaller boy looked at him for some seconds, before a small smirk appeared on his shiny lips, making Gerard’s heart flip.
“Your cell phone has a camera, right?” Frank asked. Ok, now the older boy was completely confused. What the heck?
“Y-yeah it does… why?”
The smaller boy’s smirk widened as he got close to him, pressing his lips against Gerard’s without any warning, sliding his tongue against them slowly, hotly. The other couldn’t hold a whimper at the back of his throat as he parted immediately, giving Frank’s tongue access to his mouth, tasting the sweet, cherry flavor of the lollypop impregnated on the other’s flesh. The kiss started slow, teenage like, but suddenly Frank’s fingers were tickling on his thigh, pushing his slushie aside, knowingly. Damn him, he was looking at him all the fucking while; the older boy just knew. Gerard left his cold cup on the arm-chair holder, freeing Frank’s indulgent fingers’ way as his own tangled on the shorter boy’s hair, pulling slightly and bringing him even closer, because seriously, he couldn’t help it anymore. It was impossible, how he could turn him on so much just by being there and just kissing him like that. Frank did ask for some time, but fuck if it was hard.
“F-fuck, Frankie, what are you doing to me?” He whispered against his lips, more to himself than anything else. His boyfriend smiled in a sexy way, biting slowly on the other’s bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth, his hand cupping Gerard’s hard on over his jeans, pressing slightly on it. He pulled from the older boy’s lip a bit before releasing it with a kind of naughty ‘pop’ sound and staring back at Gerard, huge eyes, faking innocence. God, that kid was going to ruin him.
“I’m not doing anything wrong… Am I?” He asked, his words and gesture contrasting in the most ironic way with the pressure of his hand, now slightly harder on the older boy’s crotch; his member was already leaking inside his jeans and he was glad they weren’t thin enough so Frank wouldn’t feel the humidity through them. The whole situation turned out upside down and it was completely hot; the whole scenario surrounding them, the carelessly and freewill of the other teenagers in that place, the lack of real attention they were all paying to the actual plot (if there was really any) of the movie, the whole ‘let’s fuck everything up’ vibe he was getting from it all was almost overwhelming.
Gerard’s lips travelled down his jaw, sucking a bit on his neck and praying that no one would even pay attention to them, at that point mostly because he didn’t want anything to ruin the moment. He couldn’t contain himself anymore, he really couldn’t, and he wasn’t sure if Frank was aware of that. They would have to stop at some point though, after all they were in a public space, anyone could see, and even though the society in general, especially teenagers were always up for some public displays of affection, when the affection got too out of control, then it started to be illegal. Kind of really illegal if he also considered the age issue again.
Frank’s fingers on his belt buckle surprised him in a really positive way, and what the fuck, he was totally undoing the button of his jeans before Gerard could even notice.
“F-frankie?” He asked, pulling away from the other’s skin, his blood racing through his veins.
“Yeah, Gee?” The smaller asked him, as if they were just doing the most normal thing in the world.
A high pitched girly scream resonated in the entire room; the really hot, stupid blonde that played the main character in the movie was about to be devoured by a shitload of zombies, and for some reason that he couldn’t quite understand she was half naked and obviously all the jocks and horny teens were yelling for the living dead to rip the rest of her clothes. He didn’t know how or even when, but the moment he turned his gaze back to his boyfriend, he found him on his knees in front of him in the small space between Gerard’s legs and the row of seats in front of them, pulling the zipper of his jeans down, and what. The. Fucking. Fuck.
“Whoa!” Gerard exclaimed, getting some nasty looks from the couple that was on front of them, who at some determined point during the film (the older Way didn’t really know when) they decided they had enough of the zombie craze and started to suck each other’s faces off. “S-sorry,” he mumbled, not really understanding much of… anything, really. Evidently with all the mess and movement around that place they didn’t notice Frank behind their seats, which was a really good thing if he had to be honest. The couple said something, Gerard didn’t quite catch it, but it was ok, because they returned to their task and he could pay attention to his boyfriend, who was now staring at him, somewhat amused. The cardboard 3D glasses of his mask were carelessly on the floor, long forgotten.
“Are you always this loud when someone’s about to suck your cock?” He arched one of his perfect eyebrows in such a smartass way, making Gerard really want to punch something, but at the same time he was trying to process the words, those really naughty words that came out of Frank’s mouth.
“W-what?” was the only thing he could ask, because really. Is there anything else you can say at a situation like that? At least Gerard’s overloaded brains couldn’t think of any other option for the script. The other boy didn’t reply; instead, a sly grin appeared on his features as his fingers darted adventurous beneath the elastic of his boyfriend’s boxers, allowing Gerard’s member to pull out of its cotton and denim prison, exposing him to the darkness of the eerie room. The older one gasped, surprised, as the cool air of the acclimatized room hit on his already hardened dick. And fuck, how he wanted to actually be strong enough to stop Frank; to tell him that he didn’t have to do that, not right there anyway, but he’d be lying if he said that; he was dying for it, the evidence right in front of them, standing furiously in front of the smaller boy’s face; skin all flushed pink and wet. It was really hard to even try and stop him anyway, especially since Gerard had never had the pleasure of being the receiver on such act, and he was really excited about it, but at the same time he was scared, oh so scared. “F-Frankie, w-wait!” He mumbled, right before his boyfriend circled his hard erection with one of his hands, his thumb running around his head, spreading the droplets of pre-come around the tip in a really delicate, almost feminine gesture.
“What is it, babe?” Frank replied with an innocent voice, contrasting perfectly with the glint of his eyes; this lustful, dense mist covered them, making them shiny and deep at the same time, devouring the older boy’s soul with them. God, Gerard was so going to go to hell.
“F-frankie, you don’t… you don’t have to,” he tried, with a tiny voice, trying to calm himself down, otherwise he was pretty sure he was going to come undone in less than 5 seconds like a 14 year old virgin catholic school girl. At that point his concerns were spinning around his head, disappearing and morphing into new ones, going from ‘what if he doesn’t like it’, through things like ‘what if I’m not big enough and makes fun of me’ to end up with even bigger worries such as ‘what if I come too soon and blow it’. All those variations ended up with pretty bad situations, and it was pretty impossible to decide which option was better than the other.
The smaller boy smirked, this devilish smirk of his that only indicated when he was about to be naughty, when he was going to do something bad. Gerard swallowed hard.
“But I want to,” he said, biting down on his bottom lip, that full, bottom lip with the perfect garment of a sexy lip ring. “P-please, let me do it,” Frank whimpered, this absolutely hot, needful plead, and Gerard thanked god mentally that the sound of the movie and the other kid’s laughs and grunts were loud enough. Really, because there was no way in heaven or hell that he really could say no to that petition and he also couldn’t understand how no one, not even the people that were around them on the nearest seats would even listen to what they were saying.
And fuck. Frank was seriously ruining him, with that tone of his voice, so sexy, so fucking sinful. He was pretty sure the smaller was sent to earth to make him sin; like Eve did with Adam and persuaded him to take the forbidden fruit. A way prettier and sexier version of Eve with a zombie fetish, that is.
He swallowed hard, feeling his hands getting sweaty, his clothes uncomfortable and his dick throbbing on Frank’s hand. Was he really going to dismiss this opportunity? The chance of possessing his boyfriend’s mouth, those pair of fleshy, full red lips, that were practically invented and sculpted to hold his own dick between them and make him moan desperately?
What the hell.
The older didn’t say anything; he just put one of his hands caressing Frank’s chin as he smiled at him, looking down, his face illuminated by the light of the screen and his skin slightly blue-ish thanks to the black lights that illuminated the posters. That’s all the smaller boy needed. With a final smirk, he got closer to Gerard’s dick and started to sniff around his skin, running his incredibly soft lips slowly, really slowly around the elder’s shaft. The other closed his eyes, sighing deeply as he tried to relax a bit, caressing Frank’s head over the mask with one of his hands affectionately, almost encouraging, loving the texture of the younger’s lips on his flesh. He couldn’t believe what was happening; nothing could be real anymore, especially not that mouth that was about to engulf him hungrily, like he was expecting at any second.
“Hey,” Frank got him out of his thoughts, smiling.
“W-what is it?”
The smaller’s eyes pointed to Gerard’s cell phone, still on the elder’s hand, and he didn’t even notice he still had it there.
“Wanna tape it?”
Oh god. He had to be fucking kidding.
“Fuck, yeah,” he replied, and before Frank had to tell him twice, he flipped his cell open with a shaky hand and activated the camera. A red light turned on at the reverse of his phone, indicating Frank the device was on and he smiled in a really sexy way at it, before ducking in and run his tongue around the other’s length, humming softly at the taste as he collected some more pre-come from his head and coated his lips with it in a naughty way. Gerard half closed his lids in an attempt to try and keep his eyes open, admiring the view and positioning the phone in the exact place where it captured Frank’s face and his own dick only, feeling his own mouth watering unconsciously. He and his boyfriend were making a porn video in a skank celebrity fashion, in a public place. That was probably the most rebellious and hottest adventure he had on his goddamn life.
The mask on his boyfriend’s head was staring directly at him with its hollow eyes, making him feel observed, and if he had two seconds to think about it, he was surprised that he was finding the whole idea just too hot for his system. The black lights created weird shadows and bright unnatural lights on the curves of the mask, almost as if it were alive. He looked around the place; zombie gory faces everywhere, looking at them, admiring them being so naughty, not really giving a fuck about it, and for a moment, he never felt so comfortable in his entire life with his surroundings.
He moaned quietly, not really being able to hold it back, as he felt Frank’s lips kissing him wetly, hotly, and he was about to burst and his boyfriend was just teasing him, the fucking bitch.
“F-Frankie, please…” Gerard whispered in desperation, putting his hand over the mask again, trying to push his boyfriend forward as gentle as he could manage. The smaller’s eyes glinted as he looked up at the camera, pulling away a bit and finally enclosing his full lips around Gerard’s glistening, red head. The elder’s eyes rolled back for a moment as he gripped on the mask with force, squeezing it on his fist, the zombie’s face deforming even more like that, but he didn’t care how horrible it looked, how the monsters on the screen looked just like the one on his hands and around them, because Frank was finally sucking him off, and he couldn’t focus on anything else. Not when his boyfriend’s swollen, spit slick lips were tight around his dick, rubbing up and down on his length, coating it with saliva and his own pre-come, all so slippery and shiny, so motherfucking hot, and he was glad that Frank suggested to tape it, because he really couldn’t believe this moment. His legs were trembling, his toes curling inside his beaten-up sneakers, and he couldn’t understand anything of what his ears were catching; monster’s grunts, girl’s screams, jocks laughs and dirty slurps and whimpers coming from Frank’s lips as he sucked harder. He looked down for a moment, curious and eager to watch the show his boyfriend was putting up for him; Frank’s face was all shady, his cheeks hollowed as he worked on him, feeling his tongue working on the underside vein.
Suddenly, he felt his boyfriend stopping for a little while, and he looked down again, this time a bit puzzled, just to find the smaller boy out of his core, looking dead at Gerard’s member, completely absorbed in his task, pretending (or maybe he wasn’t, really) that his cock was the most interesting and arousing thing on this entire planet.
“God, you taste so good…” Frank whispered in need, more to himself to anything else, and the older boy nearly died at that, taking all his will power not to make him go down on him again and nearly choke him on his dick.
“Y-yeah? You like it?” He asked, almost trembling with excitement.
“Absolutely,” Frank smirked as he got back to reality, brushing his lips against the tip slowly, like if it were a lipstick, knowing exactly how to push Gerard’s buttons. Fuck if he was good at that. “I’ve tasted others…” he continued, “no one tasted as good as you, Gee.” He licked his lips in a really naughty way, all read and swollen, and went down on him again, slowly, making the older shudder. He kept going on, endlessly, swallowing the other completely and Gerard swore he could feel the back of Frank’s throat as his boyfriend’s nose ended up resting against his pubic hair at the base of his cock, the warmth breath of his nose ticking him there. Gerard sighed deeply, biting down on his lower lip, trying to hold on, because it was just too much, and it was too good; he could feel himself lost, his dick wrapped around the texture of Frank’s hot tongue, throbbing, as the other held down there for some seconds more before pulling out slowly, agonizingly slowly, slurping softly in a really dirty way before going down again, deep.
“F-fuck, Frankie…. S-suck me, god, you suck me so good…” he whimpered helplessly, and he didn’t care if anyone could hear them, even if they really couldn’t. He didn’t care at all, not anymore. He was about to come and he didn’t have time to actually care and miss any single second of the show his boyfriend was putting on for him. “G-god, I’m gonna come…”
The smaller man looked up at him, his eyes watering a bit due to the effort of holding down, trying to provide his boyfriend the most pleasure he could. The corners of his mouth went upwards a bit around Gerard as he pulled away once again with that dirty ‘pop’ sound, holding the other at the base as his hand worked up and down on his shaft, his lips surrounding his head, massaging it with his tongue hotly. It was incredible how he knew exactlywhat to do and how, and if Gerard could actually focus on that, he would so ask him whether if someone actually taught him all these tricks or If he was a natural pro on the matter as he seemed to be.
Gerard wasn’t sure of when it happened, but suddenly his spine was arched against the back of the seat as he gripped on the zombie face over Frank’s head, feeling his balls heavy and his thighs sweaty as he reached the peak, spurting really hard and thick inside the smaller boy’s mouth. He wanted to warn him, he wanted to tell him he was going to come, but he couldn’t, and he knew that when he saw Frank’s disgusted face he would feel incredibly bad about it. He felt his boyfriend’s hand on his own though, the one that was miserably failing on keeping the cell phone steady, and made sure that it was capturing the image perfectly as he swallowed around him, humming at the taste. Gerard wanted to look down, he really wanted to, because he knew what Frank was doing and he couldn’t really believe it, but he seriously couldn’t. He bucked his hips up a few times, riding out his orgasm as he felt the smaller’s hand stroking his aftershocks, licking it all and swallowing it for him.
It took Gerard some minutes to come down from his climax, panting heavily. He opened his eyes, just to watch Frank smirking at him, licking on his lips in a really naughty way.
“You liked it?” he asked, his vocal chords slightly fucked up sounding. He tucked Gerard inside his boxers and jeans after licking him clean, pulling up his zipper and buttoning up his jean. The older flipped his phone close and brought Frank upwards to sit him on his seat, and he still couldn’t believe how anyone else noticed what just happened, or if they did, apparently they didn’t really care about it. He accommodated his boyfriend’s mask over his head, and smiled, overwhelmed.
“I fucking loved it,” Gerard whispered, kissing his lips, moaning softly at the taste of his own come. It wasn’t as bitter as he was expecting it to be; in fact it was pretty sweet. Frank smiled against his mouth. “I-I’m so sorry… I wanted to warn you, but I couldn’t… it took me by surprise,” he tried to apologize, his cheeks reddened in embarrassment.
“I would’ve ignored you anyway,” the smaller smirked, getting closer to the other’s ear and whispering on it, and if it was biologically possible, Gerard would’ve came all over again inside his pants, “I wanted to. You taste so good, I wanted to drink from you… to taste you better.” The older Way brother tangled his hand on the mask, pulling from it and kissing Frank hard on the lips, still being able to taste himself on the kiss, the bittersweet product of his obsession over the other.
“You’re quite talented at that, did you know?” He panted when they pulled away.
“Yeah? Well, I’m glad you did… and I hope you’re not mad at me for taking so long to do this. I know you kinda hated me for that.”
“What? No, Frankie, of course not. Sure, I was anxious, especially after all our talks and knowing the things you like and such,” Gerard’s cheeks got a bit reddened then, remembering the talks “but I didn’t hate you, silly. I could never.”
“You promise?”
“It’s all good, babe,” he said, trying to dismiss the subject. Now that he thought about it, it was really silly. “Promise.”
“By the way. You better not show that video to anyone,” Frank’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Can’t I show off how my boyfriend sucked me off in the movies?” The older pouted, earning himself an elbow on his ribs.
“No!” his boyfriend giggled, “you can tell though. But you can’t show them the video. Or upload it to the internet.”
“I’m just kidding, honey… no one gets to see this but me. It’s for my personal use only,” the older way wiggled his eyebrows playfully, getting another giggle from Frank.
“Yeah, well… we can make more personal use material if you want… “
“Yeah?” Gerard asked, curious, a smirk drawing on his lips. “Like?”
“Yeah, well… I was thinking we could get it to the next level soon, now the ice is broken, mh?” Frank smirked, making the older’s heart race, just like that.
“All in due time, my love… all in due time,” he replied, grinning knowingly as one of his arms wrapped around Frank’s waist, accommodating themselves and resuming the movie.
After all, they had plenty of time… and many other cinema dates with zombie movies for that. There was absolutely no doubt about it.
He stood there in the small drugstore that was on the corner of the cinema, opening the pack of Marlboro reds he just bought (after having to show his ID, of course… it was always the same; no one really believed he was 18) and lighting one as he watched the people go by his side directly to the theatre a few meters away from where he was.
It was a fashion he couldn’t (and wasn’t really all willing to, in reality) understand; why people liked the living dead so much? they were slow, they smelled too bad and had the brains of a mosquito. And they got usually killed in the most stupid ways possible. They couldn’t even reproduce - and in fact, thinking of two real zombies fucking was pretty repulsive. There were so many creatures better than zombies, just why? Why do people love them? Vampires were way cooler; just thinking about the teeth and the blood and how they only go out during the night (nothing like those modern ass vampires that shine and sparkle like stupid smiles on toothpaste commercials under the sun light instead of burning down to ashes) and hunted humans to feed on them and play with them as they wish. Gah. So much better than all that grunting, slow paces and incoherent shit. So, so much better.
A loud sound startled him, making him jump slightly on his place; a few jocks on those rubber masks went past by him, scaring him shitless. He recognized them immediately, with their stupid football team jackets on, expensive shit ass preppy sneakers and high fashion blue jeans. He could hear them laugh audibly at their apparently ‘awesome’ outcome, walking away to the theatre as well, as Gerard cursed under his breath and accommodated his messy hair behind his ear. Those where the assholes from his school, obviously; they found so entertaining to piss others off and bully everyone that he could point them out just anywhere. They usually just scared and pissed Gerard off, but didn’t usually get to beat him up or actually touch him; oh, no, god forbid! Watch out, his queerness was contagious.
It was no mystery to anyone at school that Gerard was gay. Not that he cared much anyway; no one really spoke to him (it was reciprocated) and they couldn’t care less about him, but it was always a torture in gym when they had to play any team sports and he would be picked at last (so not really ‘picked’ after all), or how they would humiliate him in the dressing rooms just because he was pale as fuck and fat. And obviously, as idiotic as his classmates were, they obviously were there, at the theatre, for the premier of the stupid zombie flick all the stupid teenagers seemed to like.
So why was he there again? Oh, yeah. Waiting for his boyfriend, the zombie fan. Don’t get him wrong, his boyfriend was nothing like those assholes, no. Frank was fucking perfect.
He met him through his younger brother, the weird-as-fuck Mikey Way; he was his classmate. How the fuck were Mikey and Frank friends in the first place was still a mystery to the older Way brother. Because really, all they had in common were bands and some comic books. Well, maybe that’s why they got along; after all, both Gerard and his little brother went to most of local bands gigs, and Frank would be in every single one of them. He could remember the first time he saw him; it was on one of those lame ass house parties, after a show of a really shitty local band. Gerard was outside the house leaning against his old car drinking a beer trying to look badass but failing miserably, staring at the drunken and high underage teenagers around him, wondering when he agreed to go to such a lame place, when he saw the prettiest boy on earth; petite, with black skinny jeans, an old misfits tee, skater shoes and perfect-not-perfect hair, dragging a very drunk Mikeyway to him, asking if Gerard was indeed his older brother. He jumped into the older Way’s car just to make sure that was indeed his friend’s brother and took him home to his bed. After that, Gerard took Frank to his place and the night ended pretty uneventful. From that point on, he started to actually pay attention to the freak of his younger brother and did whatever it took to get in touch with the small boy, because fuck, he was so fun and charismatic and seriouslyhot. And he kept that on, until Mikey couldn’t take it anymore and told his friend his brother’s real intentions; to his surprise, Frank was apparently thinking the same thing and they ended up going out.
After 2 months of hanging around, he still couldn’t understand how they were dating, or even how someone like Frank could talk to him, to start with. Especially after all the stories they shared, most of them involving sexual situations, underage drinking and some minor drug use, but boy if Frank’s adventures made him wonder about how it would be to have some real intimacy him. After dating for two months, the furthest they got into their relationship was only some kissing and drunken make out sessions at some parties or rushed ones in the school restrooms, but nothing too x-rated. Mostly because Gerard didn’t want to push him into anything - Frank made it already pretty clear that, even though he was no saint and was pretty open about is sexuality and all, every time he rushed things, his relationships always ended in bad terms, and he didn’t want that again. That, aside from the fact that Gerard was already 18 and the other was 16.
Sixteen. Hell, no matter how much he wanted to get into Frank’s pants, he didn’t want to go to jail, thank you very much. It really was good thing that he were asked for his ID constantly to check he was an adult already, because it helped a lot when they were in public, but still, there was some kind of risk when he couldn’t control himself. It was really hard; Gerard was almost obsessed over the matter. It wasn’t like it was his fault anyway, not when Frank was probably the hottest human being on earth, with those tattoos and piercings (that he probably got the coolest parents for authorizing their kid to get inked), and those skinny jeans that left nothing to his imagination, clinging to his perfect little body… and the stories. The stories of his past relationships and their adventures, that made Gerard’s mind spin and his imagination fly on high speed.
He wouldn’t pull the card of ‘how bad I want you and how bad I feel about knowing that you did pretty naughty things with other people and you wouldn’t do them with me’, though; no. It just wasn’t fair, especially ‘cause he loved Frank, even though his fingers itched with want and desire ever time he saw him, the need to pin him against a wall and assault his body, inch by inch and savor it fucked with his mind all the time.
His thoughts were interrupted by a hand on his shoulder; a hand with a bitten, chipped black nail polish. Gerard smirked to himself, knowing perfectly who that hand belonged to, and he turned around, smiling, only to find yet another of those latex and rubber zombie masks. This one was purple, with neon green hair; it had some fake wounds, especially a big, horizontal line across the forehead, badly stitched, that was opening from one side and a fly was coming out of it as well as some bits of brains. The rubber scent was disguised with the soft perfume the boy in front of him had; a sweet mix of manly cologne with cigarettes, fabric softener and strawberry shampoo, creating a really sweet aroma which Gerard only related to his sweet boyfriend. The hand that posed on the older Way’s shoulder went to grab the face of the mask, taking it from the nasty, putrid nose, and pulled upwards, leaving the mask around his head, some of Frank’s beautiful brunette hair and still kind of wet hair escaping from the edge of the neck, leaving his zombie disguise looking up to the sky.
“Hey, Gee” the small boy greeted, with a bashful smile, making the other’s knees go weak. Frank had applied a slight bit of smudgy eyeliner around his bright hazels, making them stick out perfectly, shining and beautiful. He was wearing Gerard’s favorite pair of pants, the skinny blue jeans that were ripped on the knees, his skater shoes as well as a white tee with a pair of (no shit) green zombie hands print on it and an America-themed blue bandana full of white stars around his neck.
He was beyond perfection.
“Hey, Frankie,” the older Way smiled, grabbing him from his waist in a sudden wave of excitement for finally seeing his boyfriend and planting a soft kiss on his lips, ignoring the laughs and the pretty audible comments from the zombies that walked past them. Frank smiled on the kiss, pulling away softly without stepping back. “I was waiting for you, what took you so long?”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t decide which tee was more appropriate,” he smirked, then looked back at Gerard. “Where’s your zombie mask? I thought you were bringing one too”
Gerard fidgeted on his place. Oh boy, how was possible that Frank was even into that shit as well? At least he didn’t bring more costume than his facade, or wasn’t grunting around the place (although he wasn’t really sure he would mind if he did).
“Umh… yeah, I didn’t bring one, couldn’t find any I liked” Gerard excused himself, looking at the floor. Frank’s smile faded a little bit.
“You don’t like zombies much, do you?, I’m sorry… we don’t have to go to the theatre if you don’t want to, we can do something else.”
“N-no!” the older one snapped immediately, looking at him in the eyes, his hands pressing firmly on Frank’s. “No, Frankie, it’s not that, at all.”
“Then, what?”
“Well” he gulped “i-it is true that I don’t quite get why you like zombies much… b-but it’s a date, right? and I promised you I’d bring you to the premiere, I know this is a big thing for you. I want us to have a good time, no matter where we go or what we do… and I’m sure we will have a good time here,”
Gerard smirks, although he doubts for a moment when he hears some laughs and whistles behind them; the group of jocks from the school were looking at them, making gestures and mocking them.
Frank smirked over Gerard’s shoulder, this evil grin the older already knew so well. Oh Jesus, he was about to do something bad. And his thoughts were confirmed, when he felt the smaller boy’s hand sneaking around his waist, going a bit lower to grab Gerard’s ass casually, kissing him deeply on the lips, at which the boys made disgusted sounds, turning around to avoid watching. Gerard smirked on the kiss as well, noticing what his boyfriend did, but playing dumb and letting the moment go through as he pressed Frank closer to him in a possessive demeanor, to which the other giggled, breaking the kiss and looking at him in the eyes, smiling.
“A bit eager, aren’t we?” He teased, making the older blush slightly.
“Well… can you blame me?” Gerard bit down on his lip. He always was eager when it came down to physical contact with his boyfriend, especially then. It was fine to wait a bit and not rush things, but it was so hard. Especially when his mind was thinking about how he was going to be with Frank in a dark room full of teenagers concentrated on some shitty movie and how close the other one was going to be… goddamn it. Gerard, stop it.
“I don’t know” Frank smirked, a playful gesture on his face. “C’mon, let’s go get those tickets and get on the line, I bet the popcorn stall will be full” he said, pulling from Gerard’s arm and walking towards the theatre.
There was a small line in front of the ticket booth, thank god, so they got their tickets quickly, but just like Frank predicted, as soon as they walked through the double doors covered with gorey posters related to the movie premiere, they saw the huge line on the popcorn and drinks stall. Gerard looked around for the end of the line and they stood there; they got to the cinema earlier, so there was plenty of time to get in the line and be able to purchase something before the movie started, and thank lord they aired the movie in two different screens, so there was enough place for all these people to still get somewhat decent seats.
While they waited, the older boy looked around, a bit uncomfortable, trying not to call Frank’s attention. He didn’t want to feel that way, like he didn’t belong to that stupid subculture mass that were into zombies; however his boyfriend seemed to be a lot into it, and while he couldn’t understand the whole point of it, he did respect it, just because Frank liked it. That was enough for him, even if he felt now completely alienated and out of place, the only zombie related stuff he had on himself being a flyer with the face of a living dead the old dude from the ticket booth gave them. It wasn’t like he didn’t like massive cults, dressing up with costumes or whatever shit, but he still didn’t get the point.
“Why zombies?” he asked out loud, without even noticing. The other boy turned to look at him, a bit curious.
“What, Gee?”
The older blushed, falling back to reality.
“Uh. I-I was wondering, you know… just… why zombies? There are creatures much more interesting, much more fierce… why do you like zombies so much?” He asked, trying to get the question over and done. It wasn’t like Frank would want again to go somewhere else, they already got the tickets and the theatre doors were closed already, meaning that all the tickets had been sold and no more people could get inside.
“Well, zombies are human,” the smaller said “they are just dead, you know. That shows you how fragile we are, how just takes a small thing as a virus for us to become that, to become blind with our need to feed, to roam around this earth without a reason other than hunt and satisfy our desire.”
“Well, vampires do that too.”
“Not really. You see, vampires also love to reproduce; they’re immortal souls, who are victims of their desires, and they’re not only there to feed. They’re there to fascinate, to drag human victims to their lair so they can toy with them as they please, to do anything they want to them, other than just eating them. Vampires are graceful, they’re menacing; authentic beauties from the gothic underworld. Zombies are there to feed. Just to feed, they can’t do anything else; all they do is roam around trying to satisfy their only need, and they will roam with no direction around the world without a care in the world other than to do that; feed. And what do they feed on? Human beings, like themselves, just alive. The dead eat the alive; they steal their life from them. You have a marvelous mirror of our blood thirst society right there, by the way.”
Gerard listened to his boyfriend, pretty interested on the smaller boy’s words and sighing in relief inside. It was a very good thing that he was talking to Frank about the subject; he could bet that if he asked the same to any other kid on that room, the best answer he could’ve gotten would’ve been ‘’cause they’re cool’. At least he could understand some of the vision now, and his boyfriend was accurate on his interpretation. Gerard could totally think about it and it would make perfect sense to him, if he saw things from that point of view.
“Well… you’re right about that one,” the older admitted, as he fished his wallet from his jeans.
“Of course I am.” A kind of cocky smile drew itself on Frank’s lips; a smile that made Gerard’s itch with want to take a taste of that mouth. He was honest; he couldn’t get enough of his boyfriend. “Hey, what are you doing?” The smaller boy asked when he saw the older taking out his wallet. “You already paid for the tickets, it’s my turn to pay at least for the sodas.”
Gerard refused, though.
“Nope. I invited you, I want you to have a good time, hence I’m paying today. You’ll have the chance to invite me some other place another day,” he winked. Alright, he wasn’t completely honest. After all, he was a guy. “Plus, you’re my date, I need to spoil you a bit.”
He rarely was a gentleman, and he knew Frank didn’t really care about those things anyway, but at least Gerard hoped he could get his way. The older did want to make him feel special that day and see him with that incredibly beautiful smile of his plastered on his face like a kid on Disneyland; that was indeed true. The fact that there were ulterior motives behind his kindness was a completely different matter. Because he was after all a guy, and he’d be completely lying if he didn’t expect something in return, anything. Maybe some cute make out during the movie, taking the opportunity of the dark room with teenagers paying attention to other business other than them, for instance, their own pants or their partner’s.
After a good 20 minutes that seemed to be eternal with all the stupid kids around them trying to act like zombies, playing pranks on each other and complementing their own stupidity, they got to the front of the line.
“Do you want some popcorn or a soda?” the older Way brother offered when they were in front of the cashier, some 20 year old nerdy-looking guy full of acne with a red uniform polo shirt, a stupid name tag that revealed his name and one of those fake head accessories in the shape of a bloody machete stabbed through his head. Of course.
“Get me some candy, Gee,” Frank pouted playfully like a kid, ignoring completely the lame-ass look of the kid in front of them. Little did he know what in fact that pout caused on Gerard, but the older didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned to face the cashier and ordered the candy and two strawberry slushies. Once they paid for everything, they went straight to the lines; there were formed a line for every screen, so they just took the shortest one. Thankfully it wasn’t so full; everyone were just messing around, scaring others and having grunt contests (or so it seemed), so the lines were kind of deserted, which was always good. So when the rest of the theatre crew opened the doors, they were one of the first to get inside, having the opportunity to chose their seats before all the jocks and assholes took the best ones. Gerard took a moment to appreciate his surroundings; the entire room was decorated like a zombie-attacked high school aisle; the walls were decorated with vinyl prints of grimy school walls and lockers, splattered with blood and guts, with some spooky details like a pair of living dead hands coming from inside one of the lockers. The final touch was granted by some ultraviolet and black lights, making the neon colors of the posters come alive and stick out from the walls. On the background, they could even hear some old punk rock music about monster raids and such. Even if he wasn’t too fond of zombies, after Frank’s speech and the reality he was into, he was starting to feel a slight bit less uncomfortable of his surroundings. At least he liked the music they were playing and the Halloween-like ambientation of the room.
Before Gerard could register, as soon as they got to the room, the smaller boy went immediately upstairs pretty quickly to get the top row, sitting almost in a corner. After breaking off the fascination he was submerged into when checking his boyfriend’s ass wiggling as he went upstairs, the older boy smirked unconsciously; Frank wasdefinitely planning on something, otherwise he would sit in the middle instead, and not in the dark corner, where, for general social convention, couples sat on. When he reached his boyfriend though, he saw the younger smirk sat one seat before the end of the line; his legs stretched on the side over the last seat and patting the place next to him on the other side, motioning for Gerard to take seat next to him.
“These are the best spots; you get an extra seat without anyone noticing!” he said excitedly, making the older boy’s heart skip a beat. For Christ’s sake. Apparently it wasn’t enough for Frank to bring Gerard to insanity by wearing tight skinny jeans ripped on the knees marking every little detail of his anatomy, (or white t-shirts in summer, showing his tattoos through the translucent fabric, or fixing his hair in a really good way, or even talk about previous sexual encounters with other people) , making Gerard’s mind spin and his imagination fly on high speed but he also had to play dumb and be charming and tease him all the time with that. And now, apparently, he was going to make him sit next to him in a dark zombie-themed cinema full of teenage couples just like them making out even on their costumes, grunting each other saying stupid stuff and throwing popcorn away. And on top of that, actually watch a zombies flick. It had to be his doom, really. Frank probably hated him with all his life.
“Gee? You got my candy?” the smaller boy asked, snapping him out of his thoughts again. Gerard took the bag of candy without much attention and looked back at him to give it, finding himself suddenly being stared by the hollow empty eyes of Frank’s mask over his head. Somehow it flipped a bit to the side so it was pointing up on Gerard’s direction. “What?”
“Oh, nothing,” the older boy replied, finally giving him his bag and sucking on his drink straw. What could he say, ‘please, point that thing somewhere else, I feel like it’s watching me’? Nope, not really. Especially not if he wanted to get some action.
Frank smirked at him as he took out a pair of old school 3D cardboard glasses and put them over the eyes of the mask on his head, giggling.
“Where the fuck did you get that from?” The older giggled as well at his boyfriend’s ideas. The other turned to look at him, a naughty grin on his features and Gerard smiled knowingly. He knew what was coming, and he couldn’t blame his boyfriend, really, the sentence was totally trailing and served in a silver platter for him.
“Oh, well… I have many places where I can hide things…” the boy with the mask commented, and the older was glad that it wasn’t covering his face, because the glimpse on Frank’s eyes as he said so was enough to set Gerard off in the most shameless way ever. “Like my back pack,” he said, pointing the bag with his eyes, making the older notice that he actually brought his backpack and he didn’t even realize before.
He got close to the smaller boy, wrapping one of his arms around his waist, the tip of his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of the t-shirt, caressing his skin slightly as he whispered on the other’s ear.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t know about that… you’ll have to show me sometime what other places you have.”
“All in due time, my love,” his boyfriend replied, pushing him away in a playful manner, and with that last sentence he fixed his eyes on the screen, where the movie was about to start. Boy, he didn’t even notice when the previews and commercials started. He cursed his luck once again as he sucked some more on his straw as he expected the cold of his slushie would help him calm his anxiety.
For Gerard’s fortune, it worked for some minutes, and as soon as the first heads flew across the screen followed by liters of fake blood splashing everything, he felt himself a bit more secure. The movie wasn’t that bad, indeed, he was slowly starting to understand at least why Frank loved those, but he kept getting distracted. As he predicted, most of the teenage couples around them were making out, doing their own thing; girls screaming horrified at the images on the screen and jocks laughing out loud in contraposition, mocking people and throwing popcorn all over the place, making more zombie noises. It was good they were on the top row, so people wouldn’t throw things at them. He really doubted they would forget about the small scene on the corner of the theatre. He sunk on his seat, drinking his slushie as he tried to put his naughty thoughts aside, and was about to comment something on the film when he paid attention to his boyfriend and felt his blood pressure increase all the sudden and his jeans tightening madly.
Frank’s eyes were fixed on the images of the screen, absorbed inside the zombie world right in front of their eyes. He had one of his legs flexed and the other stretched out over the free seat and he had in his hand the stick of a big round cherry lollypop, and Gerard could swear to anyone that he had never seen such a beautiful image before. The smaller boy was sucking on the damn candy ball really slowly, concentrated on the screen, like he was almost fucking kissing the damn thing, and he couldn’t believe it, after so much work to concentrate on the dead corpses of the film, that he would just turn his head and find that, ruining his entire work. It wasn’t fair, goddamn it!
Gerard tried to stay put for a while, trying with all his might to ignore his boyfriend’s tongue swirling in a sexy way over his lollypop, his lips stained red and shiny with the sugary saliva coating. He tried shifting to the side, crossing his legs, putting discreetly his cold slushie cup over his crotch, just everything; to try and ignore his primal instinct. Frank was underage, he tried to think. Frank was underage; they could get caught even if it was somewhat really unlikely to happen. Frank was underage and he asked Gerard some time, to do everything in due time, to take things slow… like he was savoring that lollypop. Slowly, his lips running around the ball of candy, big, red and wet - shiny, so fucking shiny, and he could swear that behind the screams and the zombie ‘uuuuggh’s that blared through the speakers, he could hear the sound of his boyfriend’s tongue, moving, working on that candy like he was giving the goddamn thing a blow job, the hottest blowjob ever…
For fuck’s sake, he was doomed.
In a desperate attempt of trying to evade his reality, he fished out his phone from his pocket and started to surf around it, trying to find a distraction. It was an old-school phone, so it wasn’t like it had too many things to get distracted with, but at least had a couple of classic games like the snake or tetris, and thank god it included a camera. Without thinking twice, he opened the pictures folder and started to surf through the random photos he had there; mostly they were pictures of things he found funny, or things that reminded him of videogames and such. He had all the ‘Frank’ related pictures on a side folder, with a password –just in case Mikey decided to sneak around his phone, so thank god he wouldn’t find any image that would ruin his last attempt of evasion of the matter.
“Gee? What’s up?” Frank’s voice startled him once again. Goddamn it, he had to stop doing that.
Gerard looked up from his phone to find his boyfriend’s face looking at him a bit puzzled, his lips all swollen due to the intense sucking on that stupid lollypop.
“Uh, nothing, I was just checking some old photos,” he pretended with innocence, as he flipped his phone close. The smaller boy looked at him for some seconds, before a small smirk appeared on his shiny lips, making Gerard’s heart flip.
“Your cell phone has a camera, right?” Frank asked. Ok, now the older boy was completely confused. What the heck?
“Y-yeah it does… why?”
The smaller boy’s smirk widened as he got close to him, pressing his lips against Gerard’s without any warning, sliding his tongue against them slowly, hotly. The other couldn’t hold a whimper at the back of his throat as he parted immediately, giving Frank’s tongue access to his mouth, tasting the sweet, cherry flavor of the lollypop impregnated on the other’s flesh. The kiss started slow, teenage like, but suddenly Frank’s fingers were tickling on his thigh, pushing his slushie aside, knowingly. Damn him, he was looking at him all the fucking while; the older boy just knew. Gerard left his cold cup on the arm-chair holder, freeing Frank’s indulgent fingers’ way as his own tangled on the shorter boy’s hair, pulling slightly and bringing him even closer, because seriously, he couldn’t help it anymore. It was impossible, how he could turn him on so much just by being there and just kissing him like that. Frank did ask for some time, but fuck if it was hard.
“F-fuck, Frankie, what are you doing to me?” He whispered against his lips, more to himself than anything else. His boyfriend smiled in a sexy way, biting slowly on the other’s bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth, his hand cupping Gerard’s hard on over his jeans, pressing slightly on it. He pulled from the older boy’s lip a bit before releasing it with a kind of naughty ‘pop’ sound and staring back at Gerard, huge eyes, faking innocence. God, that kid was going to ruin him.
“I’m not doing anything wrong… Am I?” He asked, his words and gesture contrasting in the most ironic way with the pressure of his hand, now slightly harder on the older boy’s crotch; his member was already leaking inside his jeans and he was glad they weren’t thin enough so Frank wouldn’t feel the humidity through them. The whole situation turned out upside down and it was completely hot; the whole scenario surrounding them, the carelessly and freewill of the other teenagers in that place, the lack of real attention they were all paying to the actual plot (if there was really any) of the movie, the whole ‘let’s fuck everything up’ vibe he was getting from it all was almost overwhelming.
Gerard’s lips travelled down his jaw, sucking a bit on his neck and praying that no one would even pay attention to them, at that point mostly because he didn’t want anything to ruin the moment. He couldn’t contain himself anymore, he really couldn’t, and he wasn’t sure if Frank was aware of that. They would have to stop at some point though, after all they were in a public space, anyone could see, and even though the society in general, especially teenagers were always up for some public displays of affection, when the affection got too out of control, then it started to be illegal. Kind of really illegal if he also considered the age issue again.
Frank’s fingers on his belt buckle surprised him in a really positive way, and what the fuck, he was totally undoing the button of his jeans before Gerard could even notice.
“F-frankie?” He asked, pulling away from the other’s skin, his blood racing through his veins.
“Yeah, Gee?” The smaller asked him, as if they were just doing the most normal thing in the world.
A high pitched girly scream resonated in the entire room; the really hot, stupid blonde that played the main character in the movie was about to be devoured by a shitload of zombies, and for some reason that he couldn’t quite understand she was half naked and obviously all the jocks and horny teens were yelling for the living dead to rip the rest of her clothes. He didn’t know how or even when, but the moment he turned his gaze back to his boyfriend, he found him on his knees in front of him in the small space between Gerard’s legs and the row of seats in front of them, pulling the zipper of his jeans down, and what. The. Fucking. Fuck.
“Whoa!” Gerard exclaimed, getting some nasty looks from the couple that was on front of them, who at some determined point during the film (the older Way didn’t really know when) they decided they had enough of the zombie craze and started to suck each other’s faces off. “S-sorry,” he mumbled, not really understanding much of… anything, really. Evidently with all the mess and movement around that place they didn’t notice Frank behind their seats, which was a really good thing if he had to be honest. The couple said something, Gerard didn’t quite catch it, but it was ok, because they returned to their task and he could pay attention to his boyfriend, who was now staring at him, somewhat amused. The cardboard 3D glasses of his mask were carelessly on the floor, long forgotten.
“Are you always this loud when someone’s about to suck your cock?” He arched one of his perfect eyebrows in such a smartass way, making Gerard really want to punch something, but at the same time he was trying to process the words, those really naughty words that came out of Frank’s mouth.
“W-what?” was the only thing he could ask, because really. Is there anything else you can say at a situation like that? At least Gerard’s overloaded brains couldn’t think of any other option for the script. The other boy didn’t reply; instead, a sly grin appeared on his features as his fingers darted adventurous beneath the elastic of his boyfriend’s boxers, allowing Gerard’s member to pull out of its cotton and denim prison, exposing him to the darkness of the eerie room. The older one gasped, surprised, as the cool air of the acclimatized room hit on his already hardened dick. And fuck, how he wanted to actually be strong enough to stop Frank; to tell him that he didn’t have to do that, not right there anyway, but he’d be lying if he said that; he was dying for it, the evidence right in front of them, standing furiously in front of the smaller boy’s face; skin all flushed pink and wet. It was really hard to even try and stop him anyway, especially since Gerard had never had the pleasure of being the receiver on such act, and he was really excited about it, but at the same time he was scared, oh so scared. “F-Frankie, w-wait!” He mumbled, right before his boyfriend circled his hard erection with one of his hands, his thumb running around his head, spreading the droplets of pre-come around the tip in a really delicate, almost feminine gesture.
“What is it, babe?” Frank replied with an innocent voice, contrasting perfectly with the glint of his eyes; this lustful, dense mist covered them, making them shiny and deep at the same time, devouring the older boy’s soul with them. God, Gerard was so going to go to hell.
“F-frankie, you don’t… you don’t have to,” he tried, with a tiny voice, trying to calm himself down, otherwise he was pretty sure he was going to come undone in less than 5 seconds like a 14 year old virgin catholic school girl. At that point his concerns were spinning around his head, disappearing and morphing into new ones, going from ‘what if he doesn’t like it’, through things like ‘what if I’m not big enough and makes fun of me’ to end up with even bigger worries such as ‘what if I come too soon and blow it’. All those variations ended up with pretty bad situations, and it was pretty impossible to decide which option was better than the other.
The smaller boy smirked, this devilish smirk of his that only indicated when he was about to be naughty, when he was going to do something bad. Gerard swallowed hard.
“But I want to,” he said, biting down on his bottom lip, that full, bottom lip with the perfect garment of a sexy lip ring. “P-please, let me do it,” Frank whimpered, this absolutely hot, needful plead, and Gerard thanked god mentally that the sound of the movie and the other kid’s laughs and grunts were loud enough. Really, because there was no way in heaven or hell that he really could say no to that petition and he also couldn’t understand how no one, not even the people that were around them on the nearest seats would even listen to what they were saying.
And fuck. Frank was seriously ruining him, with that tone of his voice, so sexy, so fucking sinful. He was pretty sure the smaller was sent to earth to make him sin; like Eve did with Adam and persuaded him to take the forbidden fruit. A way prettier and sexier version of Eve with a zombie fetish, that is.
He swallowed hard, feeling his hands getting sweaty, his clothes uncomfortable and his dick throbbing on Frank’s hand. Was he really going to dismiss this opportunity? The chance of possessing his boyfriend’s mouth, those pair of fleshy, full red lips, that were practically invented and sculpted to hold his own dick between them and make him moan desperately?
What the hell.
The older didn’t say anything; he just put one of his hands caressing Frank’s chin as he smiled at him, looking down, his face illuminated by the light of the screen and his skin slightly blue-ish thanks to the black lights that illuminated the posters. That’s all the smaller boy needed. With a final smirk, he got closer to Gerard’s dick and started to sniff around his skin, running his incredibly soft lips slowly, really slowly around the elder’s shaft. The other closed his eyes, sighing deeply as he tried to relax a bit, caressing Frank’s head over the mask with one of his hands affectionately, almost encouraging, loving the texture of the younger’s lips on his flesh. He couldn’t believe what was happening; nothing could be real anymore, especially not that mouth that was about to engulf him hungrily, like he was expecting at any second.
“Hey,” Frank got him out of his thoughts, smiling.
“W-what is it?”
The smaller’s eyes pointed to Gerard’s cell phone, still on the elder’s hand, and he didn’t even notice he still had it there.
“Wanna tape it?”
Oh god. He had to be fucking kidding.
“Fuck, yeah,” he replied, and before Frank had to tell him twice, he flipped his cell open with a shaky hand and activated the camera. A red light turned on at the reverse of his phone, indicating Frank the device was on and he smiled in a really sexy way at it, before ducking in and run his tongue around the other’s length, humming softly at the taste as he collected some more pre-come from his head and coated his lips with it in a naughty way. Gerard half closed his lids in an attempt to try and keep his eyes open, admiring the view and positioning the phone in the exact place where it captured Frank’s face and his own dick only, feeling his own mouth watering unconsciously. He and his boyfriend were making a porn video in a skank celebrity fashion, in a public place. That was probably the most rebellious and hottest adventure he had on his goddamn life.
The mask on his boyfriend’s head was staring directly at him with its hollow eyes, making him feel observed, and if he had two seconds to think about it, he was surprised that he was finding the whole idea just too hot for his system. The black lights created weird shadows and bright unnatural lights on the curves of the mask, almost as if it were alive. He looked around the place; zombie gory faces everywhere, looking at them, admiring them being so naughty, not really giving a fuck about it, and for a moment, he never felt so comfortable in his entire life with his surroundings.
He moaned quietly, not really being able to hold it back, as he felt Frank’s lips kissing him wetly, hotly, and he was about to burst and his boyfriend was just teasing him, the fucking bitch.
“F-Frankie, please…” Gerard whispered in desperation, putting his hand over the mask again, trying to push his boyfriend forward as gentle as he could manage. The smaller’s eyes glinted as he looked up at the camera, pulling away a bit and finally enclosing his full lips around Gerard’s glistening, red head. The elder’s eyes rolled back for a moment as he gripped on the mask with force, squeezing it on his fist, the zombie’s face deforming even more like that, but he didn’t care how horrible it looked, how the monsters on the screen looked just like the one on his hands and around them, because Frank was finally sucking him off, and he couldn’t focus on anything else. Not when his boyfriend’s swollen, spit slick lips were tight around his dick, rubbing up and down on his length, coating it with saliva and his own pre-come, all so slippery and shiny, so motherfucking hot, and he was glad that Frank suggested to tape it, because he really couldn’t believe this moment. His legs were trembling, his toes curling inside his beaten-up sneakers, and he couldn’t understand anything of what his ears were catching; monster’s grunts, girl’s screams, jocks laughs and dirty slurps and whimpers coming from Frank’s lips as he sucked harder. He looked down for a moment, curious and eager to watch the show his boyfriend was putting up for him; Frank’s face was all shady, his cheeks hollowed as he worked on him, feeling his tongue working on the underside vein.
Suddenly, he felt his boyfriend stopping for a little while, and he looked down again, this time a bit puzzled, just to find the smaller boy out of his core, looking dead at Gerard’s member, completely absorbed in his task, pretending (or maybe he wasn’t, really) that his cock was the most interesting and arousing thing on this entire planet.
“God, you taste so good…” Frank whispered in need, more to himself to anything else, and the older boy nearly died at that, taking all his will power not to make him go down on him again and nearly choke him on his dick.
“Y-yeah? You like it?” He asked, almost trembling with excitement.
“Absolutely,” Frank smirked as he got back to reality, brushing his lips against the tip slowly, like if it were a lipstick, knowing exactly how to push Gerard’s buttons. Fuck if he was good at that. “I’ve tasted others…” he continued, “no one tasted as good as you, Gee.” He licked his lips in a really naughty way, all read and swollen, and went down on him again, slowly, making the older shudder. He kept going on, endlessly, swallowing the other completely and Gerard swore he could feel the back of Frank’s throat as his boyfriend’s nose ended up resting against his pubic hair at the base of his cock, the warmth breath of his nose ticking him there. Gerard sighed deeply, biting down on his lower lip, trying to hold on, because it was just too much, and it was too good; he could feel himself lost, his dick wrapped around the texture of Frank’s hot tongue, throbbing, as the other held down there for some seconds more before pulling out slowly, agonizingly slowly, slurping softly in a really dirty way before going down again, deep.
“F-fuck, Frankie…. S-suck me, god, you suck me so good…” he whimpered helplessly, and he didn’t care if anyone could hear them, even if they really couldn’t. He didn’t care at all, not anymore. He was about to come and he didn’t have time to actually care and miss any single second of the show his boyfriend was putting on for him. “G-god, I’m gonna come…”
The smaller man looked up at him, his eyes watering a bit due to the effort of holding down, trying to provide his boyfriend the most pleasure he could. The corners of his mouth went upwards a bit around Gerard as he pulled away once again with that dirty ‘pop’ sound, holding the other at the base as his hand worked up and down on his shaft, his lips surrounding his head, massaging it with his tongue hotly. It was incredible how he knew exactlywhat to do and how, and if Gerard could actually focus on that, he would so ask him whether if someone actually taught him all these tricks or If he was a natural pro on the matter as he seemed to be.
Gerard wasn’t sure of when it happened, but suddenly his spine was arched against the back of the seat as he gripped on the zombie face over Frank’s head, feeling his balls heavy and his thighs sweaty as he reached the peak, spurting really hard and thick inside the smaller boy’s mouth. He wanted to warn him, he wanted to tell him he was going to come, but he couldn’t, and he knew that when he saw Frank’s disgusted face he would feel incredibly bad about it. He felt his boyfriend’s hand on his own though, the one that was miserably failing on keeping the cell phone steady, and made sure that it was capturing the image perfectly as he swallowed around him, humming at the taste. Gerard wanted to look down, he really wanted to, because he knew what Frank was doing and he couldn’t really believe it, but he seriously couldn’t. He bucked his hips up a few times, riding out his orgasm as he felt the smaller’s hand stroking his aftershocks, licking it all and swallowing it for him.
It took Gerard some minutes to come down from his climax, panting heavily. He opened his eyes, just to watch Frank smirking at him, licking on his lips in a really naughty way.
“You liked it?” he asked, his vocal chords slightly fucked up sounding. He tucked Gerard inside his boxers and jeans after licking him clean, pulling up his zipper and buttoning up his jean. The older flipped his phone close and brought Frank upwards to sit him on his seat, and he still couldn’t believe how anyone else noticed what just happened, or if they did, apparently they didn’t really care about it. He accommodated his boyfriend’s mask over his head, and smiled, overwhelmed.
“I fucking loved it,” Gerard whispered, kissing his lips, moaning softly at the taste of his own come. It wasn’t as bitter as he was expecting it to be; in fact it was pretty sweet. Frank smiled against his mouth. “I-I’m so sorry… I wanted to warn you, but I couldn’t… it took me by surprise,” he tried to apologize, his cheeks reddened in embarrassment.
“I would’ve ignored you anyway,” the smaller smirked, getting closer to the other’s ear and whispering on it, and if it was biologically possible, Gerard would’ve came all over again inside his pants, “I wanted to. You taste so good, I wanted to drink from you… to taste you better.” The older Way brother tangled his hand on the mask, pulling from it and kissing Frank hard on the lips, still being able to taste himself on the kiss, the bittersweet product of his obsession over the other.
“You’re quite talented at that, did you know?” He panted when they pulled away.
“Yeah? Well, I’m glad you did… and I hope you’re not mad at me for taking so long to do this. I know you kinda hated me for that.”
“What? No, Frankie, of course not. Sure, I was anxious, especially after all our talks and knowing the things you like and such,” Gerard’s cheeks got a bit reddened then, remembering the talks “but I didn’t hate you, silly. I could never.”
“You promise?”
“It’s all good, babe,” he said, trying to dismiss the subject. Now that he thought about it, it was really silly. “Promise.”
“By the way. You better not show that video to anyone,” Frank’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Can’t I show off how my boyfriend sucked me off in the movies?” The older pouted, earning himself an elbow on his ribs.
“No!” his boyfriend giggled, “you can tell though. But you can’t show them the video. Or upload it to the internet.”
“I’m just kidding, honey… no one gets to see this but me. It’s for my personal use only,” the older way wiggled his eyebrows playfully, getting another giggle from Frank.
“Yeah, well… we can make more personal use material if you want… “
“Yeah?” Gerard asked, curious, a smirk drawing on his lips. “Like?”
“Yeah, well… I was thinking we could get it to the next level soon, now the ice is broken, mh?” Frank smirked, making the older’s heart race, just like that.
“All in due time, my love… all in due time,” he replied, grinning knowingly as one of his arms wrapped around Frank’s waist, accommodating themselves and resuming the movie.
After all, they had plenty of time… and many other cinema dates with zombie movies for that. There was absolutely no doubt about it.
Notes
First blowjob scene written entirely by me in English :3 enjoy! and please, comment, rate, recommend, anything you want~Originally published on my Mibba account:
http://www.mibba.com/Member/191818/
Hottest fucking B.J EVER!!! (; X
5/7/14