Gerard’s P.O.V.
Frank makes me be the one to tell Matt that he and I are dating. I suppose it’s only fair; after all, I’m the one who lied to him by saying that Frank and I were merely brothers.
At school the next day, I see Matt hanging out with his brother down by the cafeteria.
Brad grins at me and stops talking as he sees me approach. “Uh-oh, that’s what trouble looks like.”
I gently sock him in the thigh, then turn to Matt and say,
“We need to talk.”
Matt looks concerned. He grips my arm and asks,
“Are you pregnant?”
Brad busts out laughing, and I shoot him an icy glare to get him to stop.
Matt chuckles and adds, “But seriously, Gee, anything you can say in front of me, you can say in front of Brad.”
Brad crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows at me expectantly.
“Fine,” I agree. “I’m here to tell you that… I wasn’t telling the truth earlier. Fran and I aren’t brothers’ we’re boyfriends. I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“Are you fucking with me?!” Matt shouts.
I tense up at his hostility. “N-no no….”
Matt wraps me in a bear hug, squeaking in my ear, “That’s great!”
I break apart the hug, bewildered. Matt continues to smile at me stupidly.
“Aren’t you pissed? Disappointed? Upset?! For the love of God, Matthew, stop grinning at me like that!” I bark.
“Please! Those aren’t even in Matt’s range of emotions!” Brad replies.
“You and Frank are so cute!” Matt squeals. His face goes blank, and then he blurts, “Oh my God, I’ve got to find Frank!”
He starts running down the hall, but I am able to catch him by the belt and haul him back, informing,
“Frankie’s an eighth grader.”
Matt pouts. “Fine, but mark my words, I will see him after school.”
“Alright,” I sigh.
Matt’s pout augments into a smile. ‘And I’ll tell him how adorable you two are!”
I can’t resist grinning myself at Matt’s cheeriness. I grab him by the collar and drag him upstairs, where we chat about the relationship between Frank and I until we must depart for our classes.
Frank, Matt and I are all sitting on the front steps to the school when Adrian, Evan, and Corey show up.
“Hey! It’s fuckface, midget, and cum guzzler!” Corey jeers.
“Did I pick up that these two little queers are butt buddies?” Adrian asks. He thumps Frank in the chest and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling it.
I twist out of his grasp, and Frank knocks Adrian’s hand away.
“Aw no way! That would never work!” Evan laughs. “Both of those little pussies are too small to handle cock.”
Adrian acts dumbfounded. “They have cocks?!” They all laugh obnoxiously.
They decide to leave us alone, as they both turn to Matt.
“Hey fuckface, give me five dollars,” Corey barks.
“No!” Matt responds.
Corey steps closer and grabs one of the straps to Matt’s bag. “Give me the money!”
“No!” Matt repeats, his voice trembling. He clutches his bag close to his chest and leans back.
Corey gets closer, shoving Matt over onto his stomach. He pins him down to the ground and lifts up Matt’s shirt, exposing his black Hanes briefs. Corey grips the underwear and yanks it halfway up Matt’s back, causing him to squeal out in discomfort.
Frank stands, shoving Corey away. “Leave him alone, asshole!”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Frodo Baggins!” Corey spits. He shoves Frank to the ground and points at me, demanding,
“You want in on this, Romeo? I’ve got your girl Juliet right here!”
“I bite my thumb at you,” I scowl.
“My God, Way, you’re such a freak!” Adrian disses.
When he hits Frank, adrenaline, surging through my veins, I launch myself onto Corey, taking him to the ground. I begin punching wildly until Adrian and Evan both pry me off. They lift me by my collar and my belt, throwing me to the side and helping their friend.
“You little bitches are dead!” Evan curses as they leave.
Matt stares up at Frank and I. “You… you guys helped me. Actually helped me.”
Frank looks confused. He gets up himself, pulling Matt to his feet as well. He pulls the back of Matt’s shirt down, brushing off his back as he reasons,
“Of course. That’s what friends are for.”
“I mean, I have friends but... they’re all too scared,” Matt mutters.
Frank grins and turns to me. “Gee and I are kind of fearless.”
Matt smiles as well, and responds, “Thanks for helping either way.” He turns kind of red as he tucks his underwear back into his pants.
We walk over to Matt’s house, where we hang out with him and Brad by playing video games and listening to music. We can clearly tell that Brad likes to boss around his baby brother, and we find the whole thing kind of amusing.
“Matt, you suck at this game,” Brad insults.
“Shut up!” Matt whines. He hands the controller off to Frank, flipping his hair and declaring, “I don’t want to play this game anymore. It’s fucking stupid.”
“You’re adorable!” I exclaim.
Matt blushes and shoves me, shouting, “Shut up!”
That night, Frank and I lay in bed. Frank suddenly announces,
“The next time I have to eat, I think I’m going to kill Corey.”
I chuckle uneasily. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, Frankie.”
“You know, Matt’s really cute,” Frank observes.
“Yeah, he’s adorable,” I agree.
We sit in the dark, contemplating Matt’s attractiveness.
Frank then rolls over, suggesting,
“Gerard? Can I suggest we do something new… sexually?”
I look up to his pale skin shining beat red with embarrassment.
“Sure, Frank. Whatever you want,” I answer.
“Even if it’s… kinky?” Frank whispers.
I sit up. “Just what are you suggesting?”
Frank shrugs, his face still flushed with embarrassment.
“Can I take a guess?”
Frank nods slowly.
“Is it… something to do bondage?”
Frank shakes his head.
“Okay. Is it…. Hm…” I think of every fetish I can. “Does it involve me dressing up in a certain outfit?”
Frank again swishes his head side to side, adding, “Well, that’s optional.”
“Alright….” I begin. I run my hands through my hair. “Frank, I’m really stumped here. Can you give me a hint?”
“It has to do with Matt,” Frank responds, his face buried into the pillow with humiliation.
“Is it…. You’re not…” I watch Frank look up at me and nod solemnly. “Oh my God! You’re suggesting a threesome with him, aren’t you?!”
“Yeah! So?” Frank responds. “I mean, he’s hot, we both like him, why not?”
“But Frank, I mean, he’s only fourteen. Are you sure he’d agree to it?” I ask.
Frank shrugs. “He might.”
I chuckle at the mere thought of little sweet Matthew agreeing to a threesome. “Alright, you sleep on it pal, okay? And if you still really want to by morning, then YOU will be the one to ask him. Goodnight, babe.”
“Night.”

Notes

thanks for reading! Please comment!! By the way, the bite my thumb at you is a reference from Romeo and Juliet, where biting your thumb at someone is equivalent to flipping them off :)

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