Keep the Right One In
Meet the Nighbors
Gerard’s P.O.V.
I wake to a loud knocking at the door. I groan as I rise, rolling Frank gently off. I notice that the windows are boarded up in order to prevent Frank from burning. I trudge over to the door, grabbing the knob forcefully and swinging it open.
A man is standing there with dark locks and dark green eyes, eyes so bright they look like contacts were put in. He’s standing next to another man with a blond faux hawk and baby blue eyes. They both are wearing ridiculous grins, and one of them is bearing a plate of cookies.
“Um, can I help you?” I ask. The cookies’ delectable scent waft into my mouth, and I have to try to keep myself from openly drooling onto the plate.
“Hi! We’re your neighbors!” the one with black hair chimes. He scratches at his eyebrow piercing. He sticks out a large hand, introducing, “I’m Billie Joe.”
I shake it warily, a little off put by his cheeriness. “Gerard.”
“Hi Gerard, I’m Tre Cool,” the blond man responds, shaking my hand as well.
I cringe. What kind of a name is that? “Tre Cool?”
“Don’t wear it out,” Tre Cool barks, and I wonder if he’s kidding.
Billie Joe peeks over my shoulder curiously as he asks, “Can we come in?”
I look over at Frank, who is softly snoring, and decide, “Yeah. Just one minute.”
I move over to the couch, lightly shaking Frank’s shoulder. He stirs in his sleep, lazily swatting a hand at me.
“Frankie,” I coo. I glance over at Tre and Billie from the corner of my eye. “We have company.”
Frank moans softly, whining, “Gerard, I’m too tired.” He rolls over, yawning and closing his eyes.
I stand, defeated. Then an absolutely brilliant idea pops into my head. I tickle Frank’s ribs, and he giggles as he squirms against me. He then springs to his feet and kicks me in the shin, protesting,
“Don’t tickle me!”
He then sees Billie and Tre standing on the threshold with moderate confusion, and total amusement on their faces. Frank blushes, and he hurries over to introduce himself.
They come in, and we all sit on the table and talk, eating Billie’s chocolate chip cookies, which are totally amazing! I don’t know what it is that he puts in it, but it’s so addicting that I’m starting to suspect it’s crack. The entire plate is gone in a matter of minutes.
“Gerard, this art work on your wall up here is really interesting,” Billie compliments. He points vaguely at one of my more abstract works, a bat flying over a house made with India ink.
“I made it myself,” I respond.
Tre’s mouth drops open, Billie’s eyes look like they’re about to bulge out of his head, and Frank just sits there with this smug little smile like “Yeah, that’s my boyfriend.”
“Really?” Tre asks, utterly fascinated.
I nod. “Yep. It was super fun to make.”
“See, I would love to do something like that,” Billie gushes. He leans back in his seat and places his arms casually behind his neck, adding, “But I can’t draw for shit.”
Frank and I laugh. By the end of our conversation, Billie is writing his phone number on a scrap of paper and attaching it to the fridge.
“Call me if you boys need anything, okay?” Billie instructs. He looks at the empty plate that once held cookies and sheepishly tucks it under his arm, adding, “I guess I’ll have to make you more cookies sometime.”
“Come over tomorrow,” Frank suggests.
“Sounds good,” Tre agrees. They hug us goodbye, and leave with their hands linked.
“They’re an adorable couple,” Frank points out.
“Kind of weird,” I mumble.
“Sweet though,” Frank replies. He sits down on the couch, sighing with relief. I lay next to him and place my hand on his thigh, stroking the fabric of his jeans with my thumb.
I peel off my shirt, dropping it to the floor. Frank follows, and out of his shirt unfolds his wings. They’re small and black, and leathery like those of a bat. They flutter with anticipation as we strip down, kissing each other the entire time.
I kiss Frank’s bare stomach, trailing my tongue down and around his navel. He shivers, and pushes my head down further. I stare at his cock for a moment, admiring it in its full glory, before flicking my tongue across the slit. Frank moans, and looks down at me as I take it in, wrapping my hand around the shaft for support.
I work it, rolling it around in my mouth, sucking and licking certain spots. Frank moans, and his wings flap so hard as he cums that a picture frame containing a photograph of Ray is knocked off of its spot on the counter. He moans loudly, panting out, “Gerard.”
I swallow, and hollow my cheeks before releasing his dick. I crawl up next to him and lay underneath one of his arms, stroking his chest lightly with one of my hands. We spend at least an hour like that, and finally we get dressed, and Frank lays on his stomach and talks to me as I paint.
I wake to a loud knocking at the door. I groan as I rise, rolling Frank gently off. I notice that the windows are boarded up in order to prevent Frank from burning. I trudge over to the door, grabbing the knob forcefully and swinging it open.
A man is standing there with dark locks and dark green eyes, eyes so bright they look like contacts were put in. He’s standing next to another man with a blond faux hawk and baby blue eyes. They both are wearing ridiculous grins, and one of them is bearing a plate of cookies.
“Um, can I help you?” I ask. The cookies’ delectable scent waft into my mouth, and I have to try to keep myself from openly drooling onto the plate.
“Hi! We’re your neighbors!” the one with black hair chimes. He scratches at his eyebrow piercing. He sticks out a large hand, introducing, “I’m Billie Joe.”
I shake it warily, a little off put by his cheeriness. “Gerard.”
“Hi Gerard, I’m Tre Cool,” the blond man responds, shaking my hand as well.
I cringe. What kind of a name is that? “Tre Cool?”
“Don’t wear it out,” Tre Cool barks, and I wonder if he’s kidding.
Billie Joe peeks over my shoulder curiously as he asks, “Can we come in?”
I look over at Frank, who is softly snoring, and decide, “Yeah. Just one minute.”
I move over to the couch, lightly shaking Frank’s shoulder. He stirs in his sleep, lazily swatting a hand at me.
“Frankie,” I coo. I glance over at Tre and Billie from the corner of my eye. “We have company.”
Frank moans softly, whining, “Gerard, I’m too tired.” He rolls over, yawning and closing his eyes.
I stand, defeated. Then an absolutely brilliant idea pops into my head. I tickle Frank’s ribs, and he giggles as he squirms against me. He then springs to his feet and kicks me in the shin, protesting,
“Don’t tickle me!”
He then sees Billie and Tre standing on the threshold with moderate confusion, and total amusement on their faces. Frank blushes, and he hurries over to introduce himself.
They come in, and we all sit on the table and talk, eating Billie’s chocolate chip cookies, which are totally amazing! I don’t know what it is that he puts in it, but it’s so addicting that I’m starting to suspect it’s crack. The entire plate is gone in a matter of minutes.
“Gerard, this art work on your wall up here is really interesting,” Billie compliments. He points vaguely at one of my more abstract works, a bat flying over a house made with India ink.
“I made it myself,” I respond.
Tre’s mouth drops open, Billie’s eyes look like they’re about to bulge out of his head, and Frank just sits there with this smug little smile like “Yeah, that’s my boyfriend.”
“Really?” Tre asks, utterly fascinated.
I nod. “Yep. It was super fun to make.”
“See, I would love to do something like that,” Billie gushes. He leans back in his seat and places his arms casually behind his neck, adding, “But I can’t draw for shit.”
Frank and I laugh. By the end of our conversation, Billie is writing his phone number on a scrap of paper and attaching it to the fridge.
“Call me if you boys need anything, okay?” Billie instructs. He looks at the empty plate that once held cookies and sheepishly tucks it under his arm, adding, “I guess I’ll have to make you more cookies sometime.”
“Come over tomorrow,” Frank suggests.
“Sounds good,” Tre agrees. They hug us goodbye, and leave with their hands linked.
“They’re an adorable couple,” Frank points out.
“Kind of weird,” I mumble.
“Sweet though,” Frank replies. He sits down on the couch, sighing with relief. I lay next to him and place my hand on his thigh, stroking the fabric of his jeans with my thumb.
I peel off my shirt, dropping it to the floor. Frank follows, and out of his shirt unfolds his wings. They’re small and black, and leathery like those of a bat. They flutter with anticipation as we strip down, kissing each other the entire time.
I kiss Frank’s bare stomach, trailing my tongue down and around his navel. He shivers, and pushes my head down further. I stare at his cock for a moment, admiring it in its full glory, before flicking my tongue across the slit. Frank moans, and looks down at me as I take it in, wrapping my hand around the shaft for support.
I work it, rolling it around in my mouth, sucking and licking certain spots. Frank moans, and his wings flap so hard as he cums that a picture frame containing a photograph of Ray is knocked off of its spot on the counter. He moans loudly, panting out, “Gerard.”
I swallow, and hollow my cheeks before releasing his dick. I crawl up next to him and lay underneath one of his arms, stroking his chest lightly with one of my hands. We spend at least an hour like that, and finally we get dressed, and Frank lays on his stomach and talks to me as I paint.
Notes
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3/19/14