Since the last time I was going to meet Gerard’s parents was so rudely interuppted, the next day I decide to meet them for real. But they aren’t home for a while after school, so Gerard takes my hand, dragging me up to his bedroom.
He makes sure he locks the door, doubling checking so not as to put Mikey through any more tramua. I lay back on the bed, throwing off my blazer, and unbuttoning my shirt. Gerard pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. His sternum pokes out from the middle of his chest, and he’s just bony and hard all around as he hugs me, kissing my collar bone. He then unbuttons my pants for me, sliding them off to reveal my plaid boxers.
Gerard grins and asks, “What, no briefs?”
“No briefs,” I answer. I’m not even wearing boxer briefs beneath the boxers; I’ve gotten used to the feeling of them.
Gerard pouts, “I actually thought they were cute. Kind of sweet and innocent, you know?”
Gerard runs a cool hand up the leg of my boxers, caressing my thigh. He ascends further, squeezing the head of my cock lightly. “I can certainly get used to these, though.”
I smile back, Gerard’s lashes full and his voice sultry. He undoes his own pants, slithering out of the tight denim, leaving him in his purple boxer briefs with the white waistband and racing stripes. He takes off those as well, letting them fall to the floor.
He removes my boxers slowly, dragging his fingertips lightly down the length of my legs. He grins at me before pouncing on me, sucking on my neck loudly.
I gasp in shock, and then find myself getting hard. I’m embarrased at first, but then I feel that he’s getting hard to. Gerard begins to grind his hips down into mine, so I push back. He brings an arm under my back and pulls me into a sitting position, straddling my thighs.
He licks my earlobe and bites softly on the skin, giving it a slight tug. He trails his tongue down my neck, against my chest, past my hip. He gets down onto his knees, off to the side of the bed, his stomach pressed against it, and finally, he’s face to face with my crotch. He grabs just below the head, and puts just the tip into his mouth, teasing the top of it with his tongue and grazing his teeth against the sides.
I whisper, “Fuck.”
Gerard smirks and takes in more of me, massaging it by swirling his tongue around and making a sucking motion with his cheeks, hollowing and filling them repeatedly. He reaches a hand up, blindly groping around my chest until he finds my nipple. Upon discovering it, he gives it a small pinch, and rubs the bottom with his thumb. I let out a little moan, and as Gerard deep throats me, my hips buck forward in little jitters.
Gerard draws a hand down his own stomach, wrapping his fingers around himself lightly. He jerks himself off, somehow keeping up the quality of his performance on me. I come as he deep throats me one more time, whimpering his name as my nails dig into the back of his shoulders.
Gerard works me through it, forgetting about his own dick, which must be painfully hard and negelected. Once he swallows and releases my cock, I push him back a little, sliding down the bed and onto the floor, so I’m kneeling across from him.
I lock eyes with him as I grasp his cock, giving the tip a stroke. Gerard shivers, and mutters,
“Fuck, Frankie. Why are you always freezing?”
I slide my hand lower onto his cock, and begin thrusting it slowly. “I dunno. Why are you so hard?”
Gerard lets out a hoarse chuckle, and God, is it hot.
Curiously, I bring his dick to my mouth, engulfing him. As I blow him, I reach a hand around to grab his ass, squeezing the rather flat surface. I run my hand up and down his ass, using my fingernails lightly. I feel goosebumps rise off of the skin, and Gerard again shivers. I bring my teeth onto his penis gently, sliding them up and down the length softly.
Gerard grunts, and threads his fingers into my hair. He holds on as if it were for dear life, and tells,
“Frank…. I’m going to cum.”
I debate whether to actually take his cum in my mouth, but I suppose it’d be rather rude to stop right before his orgasm. So I keep going, and soon, Gerard comes, growling obscenities.
I try to swallow, but it tastes too awful, so I spit it out, keeping my hand around Gerard’s cock and rubbing it as I do so.
Gerard and I are both coated in sweat and panting when we hear the front door open. Gerard smiles, informing,
“Parents are home.”
He gets to his feet, dressing quickly, and tossing me my clothes as he does so.
We go down the stairs, Gerard leading the way. He takes my hand, whispering, “My parents are in the kitchen.”
He takes me into the kitchen, dropping my hand. His parents are sitting at the table, I’m sure doing some important adult things like taxes or job applications or some shit. They look up when Gerard clears his throat, and both smile at me.
“Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Frank,” Gerard informs.
My heart skips a beat. He didn’t tell me he was going to introudce me as that, did he?! What if they don’t approve? What if they yell at me? Or even worse, what if they yell at him? Oh God, please be okay with it.
His parents just hold their grins.
His mother stands and pulls me into an unexpected hug, saying, “Nice to meet you, Frank.”
“Um, thanks,” I mumble. She breaks the hug and returns to her seat. His father stands as well, and I’m ready for another hug when he merely sticks his hand out. I gratefully accept it, making sure to give it a firm shake.
“Frank…. What’s your last name?” his dad asks.
My stomach feels like it’s inverting on itself, collapsing upon it’s foundation. What do I tell him? Gerard is looking at me, his head cocked and his hazel eyes filled with integrity. He really doesn’t know I’m dead. Unable to decide what to do, I just blurt out, “Iero.”
“Frank Iero,” his dad mutters. “Something about that name sounds familiar.”
“It’s… it’s a pretty common name in Jersey,” I lie.
His father nods. “That makes sense.”
I go up to Gerard’s room with him. He elbows me, baby talking,
“Now was that so bad? I don’t know what you were so scared for.”
“Me neither,” I fib.
Gerard chortles, realizing, “You know, I didn’t know your last name when I had sex with you. Isn’t that weird?”
I giggle myself, responding, “To some people, I bet.”
Gerard kisses me on the cheek, purring, “Let’s hope you’re not some people.”
I kiss him back, but on the lips, assuring, “Baby, I’m not even people.”
Gerard just laughs and kisses me again, not even understanding the verbal irony, or the gravity of our situation.

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