Apartment B16
Make a Decision of Me
Ryan’s POV
“Frank! Slow down!”
“Come on, Ryan! I can only go so fast! Hell, I’m shorter than you!”
“But with enough energy to power the entire fucking apartment complex.”
“…. True.”
I hate stairs. I hate carrying heavy things. I especially hate moving. I was carrying my box full of CDs and DVDs and Frank was carrying both of our guitars and another box. He’s shorter than me, but significantly stronger.
We just moved here to Chicago from New Jersey. We left ‘cause there really wasn’t anything left for us to in New Jersey. For a whole year it was just a mundane routine of work, go out, eat, sleep, and the occasional one-night stand. We both decided that a change of scenery was a good idea even though it sounds oh so very cliché. I let Frank pick where we went. He said he choose Chicago because one of his close friends lived here and could hook us up with jobs at a local bar. All we had left to do was find a place and we were set.
The cheapest place we found was in one of the trashiest parts of Chicago, but it looked decent enough on the inside. The lobby was a shade of blue that was appealing and the guys at the front desk seemed nice enough. The elevator was out of order so we were currently taking the stairs trying to get everything in the apartment before night fall. The apartment was small and only consisted of one bedroom, a living room, and a kitchen.
Our apartment was on the sixteenth floor so we’ve been at this for hours. We barley have half of our stuff up there and the sun was already setting.
I was getting ready to ask Frank if he wanted to stop and continue tomorrow when I looked up just in time to see Frank trip on the stairs and fall on top of a stranger who was now being covered by a very heavy and embarrassed Frank. Frank started to stutter more than a girl confessing her love.
“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- Are you okay?! Did I hurt you? I-I-“
The stranger cut him off by reassuring him. “I’m fine. It’s okay. Calm down, breath, and it would be nice if your elbow wasn’t still crushing my dick, though.”
At this, Frank basically flew off the dude and knocked into me so hard I lost my balance. I was about to fall down the stair when someone grabbed my wrist to keep me from falling. I got a hold of the railing, trying to regain my balance when I looked up to see a very handsome fellow with jet black hair and pretty eyes. He was staring at me with a questioning look probably to check if I was okay. His words proved me right.
“Are you okay? I hope I didn’t bruise your arm when I grabbed you,” He said in a cool collected voice.
Now it was my turn to blush. I nodded in response and went to go pick up my box which flew out of my hands when I was shoved by Frank.
Before I even got the chance to move, the pretty stranger put a hand up. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” He moved passed me to get the box that was now on its side at the bottom of the stair surrounded by its own content. I went to help him, ’cause hell, it’s my stuff. Might as well.
I kneeled down to shove my CDs and DVDs back into the box. He wasn’t paying attention to me so I took the opportunity to actually look at him.
His hair reached down long enough to cover his ears and his eyes were a nice hazel-green. He was wearing a tight gray V-neck, tight black jeans which fit very well on him, knee high red boots, and a leather jacket which tied in the outfit perfectly.
I was too engrossed to hear him ask me a question.
“Wh-what? What did you say? I’m sorry, I blacked out for a sec,” He giggled and I tried my best not to blush. Keep your cool, Ross. You can’t just jump at any hot piece of ass even though his is especially nice. Wait- Ross! Snap out of it or you’ll miss the question!
“So, what’s your name?” He smiled as we finally finished putting stuff in the box. He stood up and dusted off his jeans and offered me a hand. I gladly took it and also dusted off my jeans.
I look up to him and noticed he was taller than me. Damn. I mean, I’m not that tall but not as short as Frank either.
“Ryan. My name is Ryan. What’s yours?” I asked with a smirk keeping the nonchalant tone to my voice as always.
“My name’s Gerard,” He leaned close to me, his lips almost barley brushing my ear. “I suggest you remember it ‘cause it what you’ll be screaming tonight in my bed.”
I couldn’t believe what I just heard. I mean, yeah, it was hot as fuck but, he just met me which set of my whore radar. He’s just lucky ‘cause I’m a slut, too. Oh, and one hell of a tease.
“Well, Gerard,” I purred back into his hear in the same manner, “It seems like someone hasn’t gotten any in a while. You know, other than that hot piece of ass at the top of the stairs. Is he your fuck buddy?”
“I live with him and I could ask you the same thing, babe,” He whispered through his lips. Man, was I turned by this man that I just met maybe two minutes before. I’m such a slut.
He stepped back to pick up the box, all but forgotten, but before he could I took the chance to tease Gerard even more.
“Anyways, her-“His breath hitched as I kissed the side of his mouth and licked a stripe down from the corner of his lips to his ears. I meant to kiss his cheek but he moved so happy accident.
“Thanks for the help, handsome,” I winked at him as I climbed up the stairs to find a nonchalant Frank with a flushed stranger.
I looked over at Frank with a knowing grin, “What’s your new companion’s name, Frankie?”
He finally looked over from his object of interest to me with a nice glint in his eyes.
“Oh, hey, Ryan. Nice for you to finally join us and this, my friend, is Brendon,” Frank tilts his head back in Brendon’s direction, looking at him from the corner of his eye.
I felt Gerard finally get it together and was now currently standing behind me. I turn to see if I was right and I was as usual.
“Hey, Ryan, why don’t you introduce me to your new friend? I saw you guys having a conversation at the bottom of the stairs and it looked like you were really into it,” Frank showed his signature grin.
I smiled at Frank’s observation. “Yeah, this is Gerard. Of course Brendon already knows who this is. I mean they live together for Crist’s sake.”
Frank’s POV
Brendon seems cute. Strike that, he’s hot. Like that dude at the bottom of the stairs with Ryan but Ryan has probably already called dibs on him. That’s fine. I like this one a lot more.
He kept on apologizing even though I was the one who ran into him, “Are you okay? I really didn’t mean to get in your way like that. I wasn’t looking, I’ll beca-“
“Its fine, I’m okay. The real question is are you okay? I mean, I landed on your dick and that wasn’t really the way I wanted contact with it. I mean, there are other ways, right?” I flash him an innocent smile and step closer to him. He blushed furiously from underneath his red-rimmed glasses. Now that I thought of it, those glasses suited him well. Like those red skinnies. I swear the mother fucker had an apple bottom.
“Um… My name is Brendon by the way.”
“I’m Frank. Frank Iero.”
I wanted to see how far I could take my boundaries so I decided with being blunt.
“Did you know you have a nice ass? Hope it’s not broken cause of my fat ass. It would be a major loss to humanity,” I said with a satirical grin. I did like his ass, though.
“A-ah, n-no, it’s not broken. Don’t worry,” Aww, I made his glasses fog up. Its too late for him to escape now. I like him too much now.
I saw Ryan making it up the stairs with a nonchalant grin plastered on his face, box in hand, and his man blushing about as hard as mine at the bottom of the stairs.
This was going to be fun.
“Frank! Slow down!”
“Come on, Ryan! I can only go so fast! Hell, I’m shorter than you!”
“But with enough energy to power the entire fucking apartment complex.”
“…. True.”
I hate stairs. I hate carrying heavy things. I especially hate moving. I was carrying my box full of CDs and DVDs and Frank was carrying both of our guitars and another box. He’s shorter than me, but significantly stronger.
We just moved here to Chicago from New Jersey. We left ‘cause there really wasn’t anything left for us to in New Jersey. For a whole year it was just a mundane routine of work, go out, eat, sleep, and the occasional one-night stand. We both decided that a change of scenery was a good idea even though it sounds oh so very cliché. I let Frank pick where we went. He said he choose Chicago because one of his close friends lived here and could hook us up with jobs at a local bar. All we had left to do was find a place and we were set.
The cheapest place we found was in one of the trashiest parts of Chicago, but it looked decent enough on the inside. The lobby was a shade of blue that was appealing and the guys at the front desk seemed nice enough. The elevator was out of order so we were currently taking the stairs trying to get everything in the apartment before night fall. The apartment was small and only consisted of one bedroom, a living room, and a kitchen.
Our apartment was on the sixteenth floor so we’ve been at this for hours. We barley have half of our stuff up there and the sun was already setting.
I was getting ready to ask Frank if he wanted to stop and continue tomorrow when I looked up just in time to see Frank trip on the stairs and fall on top of a stranger who was now being covered by a very heavy and embarrassed Frank. Frank started to stutter more than a girl confessing her love.
“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- Are you okay?! Did I hurt you? I-I-“
The stranger cut him off by reassuring him. “I’m fine. It’s okay. Calm down, breath, and it would be nice if your elbow wasn’t still crushing my dick, though.”
At this, Frank basically flew off the dude and knocked into me so hard I lost my balance. I was about to fall down the stair when someone grabbed my wrist to keep me from falling. I got a hold of the railing, trying to regain my balance when I looked up to see a very handsome fellow with jet black hair and pretty eyes. He was staring at me with a questioning look probably to check if I was okay. His words proved me right.
“Are you okay? I hope I didn’t bruise your arm when I grabbed you,” He said in a cool collected voice.
Now it was my turn to blush. I nodded in response and went to go pick up my box which flew out of my hands when I was shoved by Frank.
Before I even got the chance to move, the pretty stranger put a hand up. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” He moved passed me to get the box that was now on its side at the bottom of the stair surrounded by its own content. I went to help him, ’cause hell, it’s my stuff. Might as well.
I kneeled down to shove my CDs and DVDs back into the box. He wasn’t paying attention to me so I took the opportunity to actually look at him.
His hair reached down long enough to cover his ears and his eyes were a nice hazel-green. He was wearing a tight gray V-neck, tight black jeans which fit very well on him, knee high red boots, and a leather jacket which tied in the outfit perfectly.
I was too engrossed to hear him ask me a question.
“Wh-what? What did you say? I’m sorry, I blacked out for a sec,” He giggled and I tried my best not to blush. Keep your cool, Ross. You can’t just jump at any hot piece of ass even though his is especially nice. Wait- Ross! Snap out of it or you’ll miss the question!
“So, what’s your name?” He smiled as we finally finished putting stuff in the box. He stood up and dusted off his jeans and offered me a hand. I gladly took it and also dusted off my jeans.
I look up to him and noticed he was taller than me. Damn. I mean, I’m not that tall but not as short as Frank either.
“Ryan. My name is Ryan. What’s yours?” I asked with a smirk keeping the nonchalant tone to my voice as always.
“My name’s Gerard,” He leaned close to me, his lips almost barley brushing my ear. “I suggest you remember it ‘cause it what you’ll be screaming tonight in my bed.”
I couldn’t believe what I just heard. I mean, yeah, it was hot as fuck but, he just met me which set of my whore radar. He’s just lucky ‘cause I’m a slut, too. Oh, and one hell of a tease.
“Well, Gerard,” I purred back into his hear in the same manner, “It seems like someone hasn’t gotten any in a while. You know, other than that hot piece of ass at the top of the stairs. Is he your fuck buddy?”
“I live with him and I could ask you the same thing, babe,” He whispered through his lips. Man, was I turned by this man that I just met maybe two minutes before. I’m such a slut.
He stepped back to pick up the box, all but forgotten, but before he could I took the chance to tease Gerard even more.
“Anyways, her-“His breath hitched as I kissed the side of his mouth and licked a stripe down from the corner of his lips to his ears. I meant to kiss his cheek but he moved so happy accident.
“Thanks for the help, handsome,” I winked at him as I climbed up the stairs to find a nonchalant Frank with a flushed stranger.
I looked over at Frank with a knowing grin, “What’s your new companion’s name, Frankie?”
He finally looked over from his object of interest to me with a nice glint in his eyes.
“Oh, hey, Ryan. Nice for you to finally join us and this, my friend, is Brendon,” Frank tilts his head back in Brendon’s direction, looking at him from the corner of his eye.
I felt Gerard finally get it together and was now currently standing behind me. I turn to see if I was right and I was as usual.
“Hey, Ryan, why don’t you introduce me to your new friend? I saw you guys having a conversation at the bottom of the stairs and it looked like you were really into it,” Frank showed his signature grin.
I smiled at Frank’s observation. “Yeah, this is Gerard. Of course Brendon already knows who this is. I mean they live together for Crist’s sake.”
Frank’s POV
Brendon seems cute. Strike that, he’s hot. Like that dude at the bottom of the stairs with Ryan but Ryan has probably already called dibs on him. That’s fine. I like this one a lot more.
He kept on apologizing even though I was the one who ran into him, “Are you okay? I really didn’t mean to get in your way like that. I wasn’t looking, I’ll beca-“
“Its fine, I’m okay. The real question is are you okay? I mean, I landed on your dick and that wasn’t really the way I wanted contact with it. I mean, there are other ways, right?” I flash him an innocent smile and step closer to him. He blushed furiously from underneath his red-rimmed glasses. Now that I thought of it, those glasses suited him well. Like those red skinnies. I swear the mother fucker had an apple bottom.
“Um… My name is Brendon by the way.”
“I’m Frank. Frank Iero.”
I wanted to see how far I could take my boundaries so I decided with being blunt.
“Did you know you have a nice ass? Hope it’s not broken cause of my fat ass. It would be a major loss to humanity,” I said with a satirical grin. I did like his ass, though.
“A-ah, n-no, it’s not broken. Don’t worry,” Aww, I made his glasses fog up. Its too late for him to escape now. I like him too much now.
I saw Ryan making it up the stairs with a nonchalant grin plastered on his face, box in hand, and his man blushing about as hard as mine at the bottom of the stairs.
This was going to be fun.
Notes
I feel happy with my life at the moment. (I probably just jinxed everything for the rest of my life. Oh well!)This is my first fic eva! Judge me all you want. (Even though I don't think there will be anyone reading this.) I like feed back even if you just comment "Love it!" or "Hate it."
The second one might just break my heart.(Like I have one)
I warn you now. I am worse than J.K. Rowling at killing people off in my stories. Just depends on what type of day it is! So hope for the best!
-Always Keep Your Reality in Question
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