Mama, we're all gonna die.

"Gerard, can I ask you something?" He just sits on his bed, his hands lay nicely on his lap.

"Yeah, sure." I turn myself so my eyes set on him while I lean my body on this dresser in a corner of his room.

"Well, why did you chose me?"

"Wait, what do you mean?" My eyes flash to meet up with his while his head hangs over his lap with an invisible noose. The sounds of his knuckles popping fills the room.

"You know so many people. People who are like you. Who aren't afraid of anything."

"Frank.. where is this going?" My voice cracks while I throw myself off his dresser. I slowly walk my way back towards him.

"I'm just.. well. Not like them. I'm scared of so much when you're fearless. I'm uptight while your careful. You do what you want while I do what I'm told. So why do I stand out to you?"

I crawl my way on Frank's bed, sliding myself to his side. "Frank.." I stop myself. I just can't seem to pull the words out.

"Yeah?" He finally looks up at me. My eyes meet up with his as they gaze right in his ambur eyes. Soon enough, the words come to me.

"Well, you see. That's what I like about you. You know what's right and what's wrong. You care so much and feel things more than anyone I know...." My voice ends as I catch my breath. "What I see in you is..what I wish I was. That's why you stand out so much to me. You're just well.. you Frank." A smile makes it's way on my face as his eyes lock on me. But he stays quiet.

Still, I don't take me eyes off him as he does the same. My attention cuts short as I hear springs snap as the mattress shift while I blink my eyes. Once they open, I find a figure leaning in on me.

I count the seconds down in my head as I feel his body push down on my own. His lips just move against mine as his hands pin me to his bed. I don't stop my own hands from crawling up his hips where I hold him. They pull on his as his waist rests on my own. My body absorbs his body heat as it grinds against me, My tongue runs against his as my hands creep up his shirt. Frank's teeth tug on my lip as my finger tips dance around his chest.

"Gerard?" His voice whispers in my mouth.

"Yeah?" My mouth still attacks his as my hands wrap themselves around his belt.

"When I said I love you.. I really meant it." His teeth continue to sink in my lip as his voice plunges in my throat.

"Prove it." I smirk at him as my hands shake his belt buckle, the chimes fill the room before he slams his face back on mine. He goes rougher and rougher as my hands tug his pants down, pulling them off his ankles. Frank adjusts himself and sits back on my waist.

I catch his eye gaze at me as I read his face. A crooked smile rips across his cheeks. Not too long later, I figure out what he means. My arms push myself up on his bed. He rushes his hands up my shirt before pulling it over my head. My legs slip out of my pants as he pulls them down.

My body rushes with electricity when I feel his naked chest on mine. I absorb his body head as my heart beats a little faster. Knowing just exactly what's going to happen.

His wet tongue slides up my chest all before taking the last bit of clothes off me. I just lean my head back against the back board as I wait for it to happen. Soon enough my back arches as I feel Frank take me inside his mouth. Gasps are quick to escape from me as I remember the texture of his throat as he takes me in deeper.

My green eyes open, my body's turned on more just of the sight of Frank bobbing his head between my legs.With habit, my hands swim through his brown hair before pushing his head down. Sending my dick farther down his throat.

I jump up, hearing him gag before his teeth bite down on my tip. I ignore it as deep moans crawl from my throat. My hands stay planted on the sides of his head as I push him down harder and faster. I tug his hair as my waist thrusts as I start to climax. Only my thick moans fill the room along with me gasping as I release in his mouth.

Again, I hear frank choke on me. Still only turning me on more, but I let him pull away when I feel myself dripp on me from his mouth as he spits out. He continues to cough as he sits himself back up. I can't help myself but pull him on my lap as my arms wrap around his waist. Leaving my chin resting on his shoulder, I inhale his scent.

"Isn't Mikey down stairs?" Frank plays with my fingers a I hold him in my embrace.

"Shit, yeah. Um, let's get dressed and get ready to go then I guess." My lips kiss his neck one last time before I let him go, watching him walk away. Soon, I follow him as I through my legs over the side of his bed. Slipping my legs in my boxers before jumping in my black skinny jeans. My eyes stare at Frank as he does the same. His face turns a bright pink before he turns around. I smirk at him before I pull my head through my shirt.

"Frank, you have sex hair." I point to Frank as I chuckle. Can't help but notice the mess I made on his head with my fingers. He only sticks his tongue out at me before walking himself across the hall to his bathroom.

As he's out of sight, I throw myself back on his bed. It's damp from our little scene. My mind plays flash backs of what just happened as I wait for Frank to come back. My eyes turn to the ceiling while I think to myself. How did I end up with Frank?

I remember always seeing him in the halls all through middle school. Most of the times I saw him, it was when he was getting beat up by jocks. He was tortured by them, but still tried to keep a smile on his face. But I think everyone could see the pain in his yellow eyes. But from me being who I was, I couldn't really give a shit. It just didn't phase me..

We shared a few classes together in sixth and seventh grade. Having art class with him. We sat at the same table and I always caught him staring at me. He always blushed and looked away quick when I turned to him. I thought it was kinda weird, but back then I wasn't into guys at all. I was always screwing chicks..

But in eighth grade, shit changed after I got caught robbing a liquor store. Locked up till freshman year. But after spending twelve months showering with other boys and sharing cells.. I couldn't help but be turned on by it. What else could I say, I completely lusted them.

So, I got let out and went back and forth with all these different dudes. Going to parties, getting drunk and stoned. Having great sex.. My whole sophomore year..

But it wasn't till Junior year when I started growing a lust for Frank. I had over half my classes with him. But I guess he got over his crush for me, cause he stopped staring at me. But I couldn't help myself from looking at him. What could I say, I got a little "jealous."

Soon enough, I couldn't take it anymore so I started talking to him. We hung out for about a month before I actually asked him out. So we dated and I met his parents. They liked me for what they knew of me. Hell, they don't even know the half of me. But yeah, since then me and Frank have been together.

But Frank was really different from everyone I know. I gotta be honest, he was uptight. He was so fucking paranoid. Always nagging when I try to do crazy shit.. but that's what I love about him. His paranoia drives me fucking crazy. And I can't even get over the fact that he wants to make sure I don't end up killing myself on accident from some crazy thing I do. Who knows the shit I'll end up doing.. Not only his personality was great. I mean, his laugh was the most beautiful thing I hear. I could sit and talk to him for hours, not to mention he's incredible to look at.
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I spot him walking from his bathroom with his hair all sorted out while a toothbrush hangs out of his mouth. My arms push off the bed, as I stand back to my feet. Grabbing his bags. "Hey, I'll be downstairs, just meet me down there." I walk right past him, kissing his forehead before I hop down his stairs.

"Could you be any louder?" Right away I'm greeted by Mikey.

"Yes, would you like me to demonstrate?" I smirk at him as I walk farther in Frank's living room.

"Fuck you, when are we leaving?"

"Whenever Chelsea texts me."

"God, I can't wait till we can go down there and fuck shit up man."

"Mikey, you're a little shit. You know that?"

He just kisses the air in my direction. My eyes can't help themselves but role at my brother's stupidity before I head back into Frank's kitchen. I drop myself on his bar stool as my eyes stare at the fish bowl chilling on his counter. Right inside swings a black and purple beta fish.

My finger tips tap the cool glass as I watch him swim up to the surface before returning back to the bottom. My head falls on my hands and rests as I run my finger down the curve of the crystal glass.

"Whattchu doing?" I hear Frank from behind me. I just stay still.

"Waiting for Chelsea to text me back."

"I gotta pack Travis up before we leave." I turn my head back around and look back at him,

"You're bringing him?" I cock my head.

"Yeah, Duhh. I don't want him dying." He hums as he carries on pouring water in a little plastic container before slipping the little fishy inside.

"We got a long ass trip though, you sure he'll stay alive even if we do bring him?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Dude no one's dying on my watch."

Notes

Yeahhhh ajfdklsfjklsafj longer update. last line. hmmmm? WIll he keep that promise? FERARD SMUTT and oh yeah. My friend has a black fish named Travis and now I just rmebered that lol