“Wake up, Baby,” I hear whispered softly into my ear. “C’mon, Sugar, I really want to spend time together,” I hear just as a hand begins massaging my thigh. Kisses are placed from my ear down to my collar bone where I can feel teeth pinch at the skin, followed by what I can assume will leave an extremely dark love bite. I moan softly as my hands find their way to that beautiful head of hair.

“Gee,” I moan out. My moan receives another soft bite on my collar bone. Gerard’s mouth travels back up my neck, his teeth softly grazing my pulse point, before his lips meet mine in a hungry kiss. I sit up and wrap my arms around Gerard’s neck, deepening our kiss even more than it was. His tongue massages mine as he climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. My hands immediately find their way to his arse and I playfully squeeze, causing him to pull back from my mouth to moan. Gee’s hands find their way up my t-shirt, hands splaying across my chest.

I open my eyes and take in the sight of Gerard, eyes blown, lips swollen and hair messed up.

And fucking hell, he looks so hot.

Gerard stare into my eyes as a smirk finds it’s way upon his face. What is he planni…

Gerard rolls his hips forward, causing the pair of us to moan in sync and for our grips to tighten on eachother – mine on his arse and his on my chest. I use my grip on his arse as leverage to pull his hips forward again.

Holy shit, the friction feels so fucking good. I can tell that Gee agrees because he rolls his hips forward again of his own accord. “Shit, Franks,” he pants. I sit forward, making sure that Gerard continues with that beautiful rolling motion, and kiss Gerard. Immediately he captures my bottom lip between his teeth in a way that has me moaning.

“Gee,” I moan loudly because I am so fucking close which motivates Gerard to speed his hips up, my hips now thrusting up to meet his. “Gerard, don’t stop,” I plead against his mouth, causing a smirk to play on his lips and his nails scratch down my chest. “Fuck, Gee,” I moan again. I’m so close but I just can’t seem to reach my finish. Gerard pulls his mouth away from mine, breaking our kiss, but still rolling his hips and raking his nails down my chest.

“Wake up, Frankie,” Gerard says.

“Gee, ungh, what a-are you talk-uhh-ing about?” I groan, confused.

“Frankie, wake the fuck up!” and I’m being shaken, what the fuck? Who is shaking me? But I ignore it because I can feel that familiar build-up of heat, “Gerard, I’m so fucking close,” I breathe.

“FRANK!” I sit up sharply. What the fuck. Gerard is not on top of me but is instead sat in the same chair that he was yesterday, with a large smirk on his lips. Are you fucking kidding? That was a fucking dream!? But it felt so good. Gerard chuckles softly.

“What the fuck is so funny?” I snap at him because that bastard just interrupted a seriously hot make out session and I do not care that it was only a dream because it felt real and was just so perfect.

Gerard’s eyes snap rake down my body, just like his dream-nails had been, and I follow his gaze.

Oh.

Shit.

That is why he is laughing.

I am really fucking hard. And now that my attention has been drawn to it I can feel just how hard I am. Fuck. Dream Gee got me all hot and bothered and now real Gee is laughing at the result of dream Gee and I am so fucking embarrassed! I throw my hands over my face and groan. This is literally so fucking awkward.

“What were you dreaming of, Baby?” Gerard purrs and that tone of his really isn’t helping me to calm down. Gee sits forward and his lips graze my soft spot. And yes, of course, I just had to fucking moan. “Hmm,” Gee pushes.

“Uh… I was dreaming about…” I pause as Gerard sucks on my collar bone, just as he had in my dream. I suppress another moan and move my hands to his hair, tugging on the bright red strands. “Vic Fuentes,” I say the, hot, first celebrity that comes to mind because I’m already embarrassed enough and can certainly not tell Gerard that it was him who got me so worked up.

Gerard moves his mouth away from my collar bone to my ear, where he nips at my earlobe. “Is that so?” he questions and I nod furiously because I don’t trust my voice right now. “That’s odd,” Gerard whispers. He pulls back and hovers his mouth over mine but not closing the distance and actually kissing me. “Because I could of sworn that I heard you moaning ‘Gerard, don’t stop’, ‘Fuck, Gee’, ‘Gerard, I’m so fucking close,’” Gerard moans out and his moans, even though they are fake and he is clearly just mocking me, are so fucking gorgeous.

I blush bright red because not only had Gee caught me having a dirty dream but he also knows that it was about him. Fucking dick. Gerard kisses me briefly and then pulls away to sit back in his chair. He must have noticed my embarrassment because he chuckles and strokes my hair. “It’s okay, Fairy. You don’t need to be embarrassed,” he giggles before stopping and a seriously hot expression takes over his face. “Plus,” he says before leaning forward so that his lips were right by my ear. “It was really fucking hot,” Gee whispers in that seductive silken voice that always gets to me. “Hearing you moan my name like that, so inhibited, so loud,” he continues. “I fucking loved it,” he finishes. Pulling back, smirking that fucking gorgeous smirk of his and winking at me. Gee stands up. “I’m going to tell the nurses that you’re awake so that you can have your medication, okay?” Gee smiles.

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Gerard and I spent our morning just discussing his art. He is so fucking passionate about it that it makes his eyes burn bright and lively. It is so lovely to see someone you love so passionate so I can’t help but smile as he talks about the project that he is working on. That is until bitch-tits walk in. Does she hate me? Surely she does because no one can accidently interrupt the most amazing moments ever consistently, right?

“Mr. Iero,” she begins. I sigh before asking her what she needed. “The psychologist, Grace Grahams, is ready to see you now,” as she says that me and Gerard instantly snap our heads to see the other. I am so fucking nervous. What if she says that I need help? Fucking shit cunt jizz.

“Okay,” I sigh as I stand up. Bitch-tits comes over and unclips the wires from these sticky fucking pads that are stuck all around my heart. Gee comes over, clearly worried, and wraps his arms around my waist, holding me tightly to him. “It’s okay, Babe,” I soothe him. “I’ll be fine, I promise,” I pull back smiling at him before kissing him sweetly.

“Okay, Frankie,” Gee smiles. “Rachel, how long will the assessment take?” he directs toward bitch-tits.

“Well he’ll probably talk to Grace for about twenty minutes and then she’ll assess whether Mr. Iero is able to go home or not within a further twenty minutes. All-in-all it is quite a quick process and you’ll know whether he’ll be allowed home within the hour,” she answers.

I give Gerard one last innocent kiss before walking off with ‘Rachel’ – that sounds really weird after I have only referred to her as bitch-tits – to have my assessment. We reach a room that says ‘Mrs. Grace Grahams’ on the door. Rachel knocks and then I’m called in and she whispers a ‘good luck’ to me before walking back to the ward. I guess she isn’t that awful… but I still don’t like her for interrupting Gee-time so much!

“Hello, Mr.Iero,” the thirty-something woman calls from behind the table as I enter the room. I simple offer a nod, shut the door and sit in the empty chair. “So, Frank,” she starts before pausing. “May I call you Frank?” she asks and I just nod whilst looking at my hands playing with the hem of my shirt. “Okay, Frank. I’m sure you know why we’re here,” she checks to which I nod again. I know I’m being awkward and difficult but I don’t like new people. “Okay so I’m going to ask you questions and I want you to just answer me as honestly as you can, is that okay?” I nod again and look up to meet her eyes, offering a small smile which she returns. “Okay, so on an average day, what is your mood on a scale of one to ten?”

“Three,” I answer.

“What is the highest that your mood has been in the past week?”

“Ten,” I answer smiling, of course thinking of my time with Gerard.

“What is your mood right now?”

“Six,” only answering so low because I hate social situations and want to be with Gee.

“When did you first harm yourself?”

“About three years ago,”

“Do you remember why?”

“Well I hated myself,”

“Do you still feel that way?”

“Yes,” she pauses her questions for a few moments, writing down my answers.

“Have you ever thought about suicide?”

“Yes,”

“Have you ever made plans to end your life?”

“Yes,”

“Have you ever carried these plans out?”

“Yes,” I answer, causing her to write more notes. “But I am glad that I was unsuccessful!” I quickly add.

“That is good to hear. Okay, do you socialise frequently?”

“Other than school, no,”

“Do you find yourself anxious in social situations?”

“Yes, extremely,”

“Have you ever heard voices coming from around you that weren’t really there?”

“Yes,” again she puts pen to paper. “But I haven’t in a long time!” – lies, four days is not a long time.

“I can see that you are very skinny. Do you consume the required amount of food for someone your age?”

“No…” I nervously mutter.

“Interesting,” she stated as she writes more. “Do you do that because you feel like you’re over weight or because you just don’t require as much food to sustain you?” she asks, staring intimidatingly into my eyes.

“I don’t eat because I am fat and disgusting. And because I don’t deserve it, I deserve to be in pain, to starve” I answer with tears in my eyes.

“Okay,” she answers, scribbling more notes down. “Thanks, Frank. I’ll just call a nurse to take you back onto the ward,” she smiles at me. Pressing a button on the wall which I assume calls a nurse.

“Was that it?” I ask, shocked. I have been here for no longer than fifteen minutes.

“Yes, Frank. I know all that I need to know. I’ll just write a quick assessment and then I’ll come over to your room to talk to you about the results, okay?” she continues smiling.

There is a knock at the door. “That’ll be the burse. Go ahead and relax now, Frank,” Grace waves as I leave with Grace and go back to the ward.

When I get there Gee is pacing by my bed. “Oh my God, Frank, I’ve been going mad without you!” Gee says as he wraps his arms tightly around my waist. “How did it go, Baby?” Gerard asks right in my ear.

“I have no fucking Idea,” I answer honestly, to which Gee places a kiss on my jaw.

“I’m sure it’ll be okay, Baby,” Gee soothes before he pulls away, taking my hand in his and leading up over to the bed. He lets go of my hand and lies down in the bed making grabby hands at me. He is so fucking adorable. I climb into the bed and cuddle up to Gerard’s side, draping my arms over his chest as his encircle my waist. We just lie in silence until Grace comes in about ten minutes later.

“Hello, Frank,” she begins before looking over at Gee, who tensed upon her arrival, nervous to hear about my assessment just as I am.

“This is Gerard, my boyfriend,” I answer with a smile. Gerard leans down and places a sweet kiss to my lips. I pull away, leaving it innocent and loving, and smile at him before turning back to Grace.

“Frank, I’m so sorry but I do not feel that you would be safe if we were to let you out,” Grace starts sighing, tears form in my eyes because I know what she is about to say and so does Gerard because I feel his arms pull me closer, wanting to keep me as close to him as possible. “We are sectioning you which means that, until I feel like you are no longer going to harm yourself in anyway, you must stay in a psychiatric ward,” she finishes. What a pile of wank!!! “I’ll give you a few moments to say goodbye before you are transferred,” Grace says before she turns around and leaves the room. I only have a few minutes left with Gerard until I’m taken to the loonie-bin!
I sit up, looking at Gerard with tears in my eyes, seeing that he has tears streaming down his cheeks. “Shh,” I wipe away his tears. “It’s okay, Babe. I’ll be out before you know it and we can be together again, okay?” I say trying to convince the pair of us that this was okay even though we both knew it wasn’t. Gee nods and leans up, kissing me deeply, with so much emotion. He pulls away moments later and wraps his arms around my waist again. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss any skin that I can reach. The tears have finally started falling now. I don’t want to be taken away from Gerard, they can’t fucking do this.

“Frank,” Grace calls, coming back in with a male nurse. “It’s time to go now,” she says.

“No, I’m not leaving Gee!” I scream, pulling him impossible close to me, continuing to kiss his skin whilst tears continue to stream from our eyes. The male nurse unhooks my arms from Gererd’s neck and lifts me away from him before I could even fight him I was at the door. “NO! GERARD! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” I scream and as I’m taken away and can’t see him anymore I hear him shout back

“I LOVE YOU TOO, FRANK! I LOVE YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART!” and I just let the tears flow as I am dragged away from my Gee. And fuck, I hurt so much. So I shut it off.

And I am once again, numb.

Notes

Oh. I knew it wouldn't last.
I knew I couldn't continue being kind to Frank.
I am sad now.
Why did I write that?
I'm such a bitch!
Sorry guys.
Thanks for reading the longest chapter so far.
Charley <3