Apartment B16
Take Me for Granted and Get a Sweet Surprise
Gerard’s POV
We gathered everything together and started making our way up the stairs again. Ryan had told me they lived on the sixteenth floor and we were currently only on the ninth floor.
Ryan. Damn, he’s such a cock tease. After that short interaction I was already supporting a nice semi-hard on. The fucker knows he’s hot and uses it to his full potential. He’s basically swinging his hips in front of my face while I walk behind him just to mock me. His friend seems nice too. The swing of his hips seems natural unlike Ryan’s which have a purpose.
I wonder where they came from. I mean, yeah people move in and out of this neighborhood for obvious reasons but these fellows seem like they just don’t belong yet they don’t fit in anywhere else. Weird.
I looked up just in time to see Ryan drop the box again but this time the contents of the box didn’t fall out.
“Fuck. My arms are just tired, that’s all,” He said while he bent over slowly, his tight shirt ridding up a little to show his unblemished skin, then slowly coming back up to only look back at me. Okay, I was now completely hard.
He looked back at me and smirked. He pointed down at my feet and raised an eyebrow. I looked down to see a Blink 182 CD on the step behind me. I bent down to get and came back up to be face to face with Ryan, barely five centimeters away.
“Must of fell out when I dropped the box, thanks,” He said with a slight tilt of the head as he took the CD from my hand, brushing his fingers against mine. Such a generic move, Ryan. What came next took me by surprise though.
He pressed his lips against mine for maybe three seconds but it made me step back for a moment. Ryan just did a 180 and ran up the stairs to catch up with Brendon and Frank, I think, who continued on with their journey. I pulled myself together again which would make it the second time in a row from Ryan. Damn this kid’s slick.
When we caught up to Brendon and Frank and saw something I didn't expect. Frank was flushed and leaning against the wall and Brendon actually looked lost as always. Wow, Bren. This made Frank look even more innocent but I had a feeling he was far from it.
Brendon’s POV
We were on the eleventh when I heard a loud thunk. I turned to see that Ryan (I think?) had dropped his box on the ground again. Frank, behind me, had turned to see what happened. I looked just in time to see Ryan wink at Frank and Frank just turned forwards with a smirk on his face and continued to climb up the stairs.
I stood there dumbfounded for a minute then rushed to catch up to Frank.
I turned and looked at him, “What was that about?” I question him.
He looked up at me, he was pretty short, with a raised eyebrow and looked back down the stairs, “Oh, nothing. Ryan has a thing for dark haired boys and your friend just happened to fit the bill. What’s his name again? Gerard, right? Weird name for a guy.”
“Yeah, weird name. So, what brings you to Chicago?” I looked at him over my red-rimmed glasses.
He sighed and turned to look up at me again, “There was nothing for us really in Jersey. It was a normal lifestyle and that just doesn’t go for me.”
“So why did you choose to come here? Why not LA or some other shit like that?”
He smirked, “Well, Ryan said I could choose where we went so I looked online for a while for a cheap place anywhere in the county. Like a random thing. I was about to pick this place in Las Vegas but Ryan said he didn't like Las Vegas. That’s where he lived in his childhood years and they weren't so great. So I was about to pick this place in New Mexico when my other friend Patrick called me up as a surprise. I hadn't heard from the fucker in forever and asked how he was doing. He said he owned a bar down her in Chicago with a ‘friend’ of his. I’d say it was his fuck buddy, but whatever. So one thing leads to another and I found this place on line, cheap as fuck, bought it and here we are.”
“Nice. We’re already on the fifteenth floor and Gerard and Ryan still haven’t caught up to us. Maybe we should stop?”
Frank nodded his head, “Ryan has the keys to the apartment anyways.”
He put the boxes and guitar cases on the floor near the wall to our left. He leaned his body against the wall and was staring at the ceiling. This gave me a good chance to, you know, check him out.
He was wearing a Megadeth band shirt with low-ride skinny jeans. His shirt was pretty smug so you could see a strip of his tanned olive skin showing. I could see that he had a tattoo of something on the bottom of his stomach along with tattoos drawn across his forearms and biceps. He had his head tilted to the side so I had view of the one on his neck. A scorpion? That’s badass.
Neither one of us was talking and I don’t like silence or my thoughts will start racing on their own. I tried making more conversation.
“So what does it say on your knuckles?”
“Oh? Um, it says ‘Halloween’ since I was born on Halloween.” He shrugged.
“For real? That’s awesome! Do you have any other tats than the ones that are visible right now?”
He looked at me curiously, “Yeah, yeah I do. They’re more on my back.” He looked me in the eyes again before turning around slowly a lifting up his shirt so I could get a better view.
At the bottom, near his waist, were two guns, crossed at the tips, with what seemed like spider web handles. I forgot about being reserved and grabbed his waist. He shuddered at the sudden contact; I guess my hands were cold.
On his sides were the words ‘search’ and ‘destroy’. I tightened my grip on him and started to turn him slowly until he got the hint and turned completely by himself.
On his abdomen was the word ‘and’ with two birds in flight surrounding the word. The tattoo finally making sense to me so I turned him back so he was facing the wall again. I felt his breath hitch a little but I didn’t look up.
My fingers just started roaming his body by themselves. Like when you pick up a new guitar and you want to know all about it. That’s how I feel with Frank. Weird, no?
My eyes trailed upwards and my eyes caught sight of the bottom of another tattoo on the upper half of his backside. His shirt was still covering most everything so I take the liberty of pushing it farther up his back until it was almost completely off. He proceeded to shiver again but I ignore it.
The tattoo’s a carved pumpkin with the saying ‘keep the faith’ at the base of his neck. It looks equally badass like the rest of his tattoos. Or at least the ones I’ve seen.
I let go his shirt slowly and back up again. He turned abruptly and readjusted himself. Throughout it he kept his face down.
‘Why won’t he look at me? Did I do something wrong? ‘I thought to myself.
“No, it was nothing. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He brought his head up and was facing towards the stairs were we finally saw Ryan making his way up to us and Gerard, as usual, trailing behind.
Ryan’s POV
I raise my eyebrows at Frank who was flushed as can be with his new object of interest looking… apologetic, maybe curious? He was staring at Frank intensely and I don’t think he realized it. It was silent for a while until Gerard finally made it up the stairs. It nice to know I’m not the only weak being here.
Gerard breaks the silence though.
“Let’s get there already. I mean, were only, what, one floor away? Shouldn’t you guys already be in the apartment anyways?” He looked at Frank’s only slightly flushed face and then to Brendon who was still staring at Frank.
Frank turned to look at Gerard, “Well Ryan has the keys so it would’ve been pointless.” Turns back to the wall and tosses his box to Brendon. “Be a dear and carry that up for me, please?” He smiles at Brendon.
Brendon stutters a small sure. Frank placed our guitars on his back again and started to walk forwards with a slightly taller Brendon following his footsteps. I followed suite and so did Gerard.
We got to the next floor with no commentary so when we got to our apartment, Brendon’s voice startled me so much I dropped the keys.
“That’s so cool! You guys live right next to us! Isn’t that a coincidence, Gee?”
“Yeah, Bren. Cool.”
We entered our apartment to be greeted by funky looking green and yellow wallpaper and two blue couches with five or six boxes spread out through the living room.
Gerard was probably trying hard not to look repulsed but failed quickly. “How lovely?”
I looked back at Frank in time to see him smile brightly. “Whatever. Its gross and small and unattractive like me so I love it!” He said as he placed the guitars on the floor and ran full speed and hopped onto one of the couches.
I expected nothing less.
“Frank, that couch probably has some sort of STD unknown to man on it. I suggest you get off it.”
“Don’t talk about your mom’s vagina like that, Ry. You know it’s rude.”
“Shut the fuck up, smartass.”
I heard slight chuckling and turned to see it was Brendon.
He shook his head, “You guys are hilarious.”
“Yeah. Hey, do you guys have more to move tomorrow?” Gerard asked.
I nodded my head, “Yeah, like a bitch load more to downstairs in the truck.”
“Someone needs a fucking scarf for everyday of the year. *Cough*, Ryan, *cough*.” Frank mumbled from the disease ridden couch.
“Well, I guess we’ll see you tomorrow?” Brendon said. “To help of course.”
“Yeah, sure. Drop by at ,like, ten. We’ll be awake by then or at least I will be.”
Brendon nodded. “Sure, sure. We’ll be here. Don’t worry. Night guys!”
I went to escort them out of the apartment. When Gerard walked passed me I kissed him quick on the cheek and winked at Brendon when he saw it, mouth slightly agape. Gerard turned and I winked at him. I shut the door before he could say anything and turned back to the living room.
“Frank, I’m liking it here more every minute.”
We gathered everything together and started making our way up the stairs again. Ryan had told me they lived on the sixteenth floor and we were currently only on the ninth floor.
Ryan. Damn, he’s such a cock tease. After that short interaction I was already supporting a nice semi-hard on. The fucker knows he’s hot and uses it to his full potential. He’s basically swinging his hips in front of my face while I walk behind him just to mock me. His friend seems nice too. The swing of his hips seems natural unlike Ryan’s which have a purpose.
I wonder where they came from. I mean, yeah people move in and out of this neighborhood for obvious reasons but these fellows seem like they just don’t belong yet they don’t fit in anywhere else. Weird.
I looked up just in time to see Ryan drop the box again but this time the contents of the box didn’t fall out.
“Fuck. My arms are just tired, that’s all,” He said while he bent over slowly, his tight shirt ridding up a little to show his unblemished skin, then slowly coming back up to only look back at me. Okay, I was now completely hard.
He looked back at me and smirked. He pointed down at my feet and raised an eyebrow. I looked down to see a Blink 182 CD on the step behind me. I bent down to get and came back up to be face to face with Ryan, barely five centimeters away.
“Must of fell out when I dropped the box, thanks,” He said with a slight tilt of the head as he took the CD from my hand, brushing his fingers against mine. Such a generic move, Ryan. What came next took me by surprise though.
He pressed his lips against mine for maybe three seconds but it made me step back for a moment. Ryan just did a 180 and ran up the stairs to catch up with Brendon and Frank, I think, who continued on with their journey. I pulled myself together again which would make it the second time in a row from Ryan. Damn this kid’s slick.
When we caught up to Brendon and Frank and saw something I didn't expect. Frank was flushed and leaning against the wall and Brendon actually looked lost as always. Wow, Bren. This made Frank look even more innocent but I had a feeling he was far from it.
Brendon’s POV
We were on the eleventh when I heard a loud thunk. I turned to see that Ryan (I think?) had dropped his box on the ground again. Frank, behind me, had turned to see what happened. I looked just in time to see Ryan wink at Frank and Frank just turned forwards with a smirk on his face and continued to climb up the stairs.
I stood there dumbfounded for a minute then rushed to catch up to Frank.
I turned and looked at him, “What was that about?” I question him.
He looked up at me, he was pretty short, with a raised eyebrow and looked back down the stairs, “Oh, nothing. Ryan has a thing for dark haired boys and your friend just happened to fit the bill. What’s his name again? Gerard, right? Weird name for a guy.”
“Yeah, weird name. So, what brings you to Chicago?” I looked at him over my red-rimmed glasses.
He sighed and turned to look up at me again, “There was nothing for us really in Jersey. It was a normal lifestyle and that just doesn’t go for me.”
“So why did you choose to come here? Why not LA or some other shit like that?”
He smirked, “Well, Ryan said I could choose where we went so I looked online for a while for a cheap place anywhere in the county. Like a random thing. I was about to pick this place in Las Vegas but Ryan said he didn't like Las Vegas. That’s where he lived in his childhood years and they weren't so great. So I was about to pick this place in New Mexico when my other friend Patrick called me up as a surprise. I hadn't heard from the fucker in forever and asked how he was doing. He said he owned a bar down her in Chicago with a ‘friend’ of his. I’d say it was his fuck buddy, but whatever. So one thing leads to another and I found this place on line, cheap as fuck, bought it and here we are.”
“Nice. We’re already on the fifteenth floor and Gerard and Ryan still haven’t caught up to us. Maybe we should stop?”
Frank nodded his head, “Ryan has the keys to the apartment anyways.”
He put the boxes and guitar cases on the floor near the wall to our left. He leaned his body against the wall and was staring at the ceiling. This gave me a good chance to, you know, check him out.
He was wearing a Megadeth band shirt with low-ride skinny jeans. His shirt was pretty smug so you could see a strip of his tanned olive skin showing. I could see that he had a tattoo of something on the bottom of his stomach along with tattoos drawn across his forearms and biceps. He had his head tilted to the side so I had view of the one on his neck. A scorpion? That’s badass.
Neither one of us was talking and I don’t like silence or my thoughts will start racing on their own. I tried making more conversation.
“So what does it say on your knuckles?”
“Oh? Um, it says ‘Halloween’ since I was born on Halloween.” He shrugged.
“For real? That’s awesome! Do you have any other tats than the ones that are visible right now?”
He looked at me curiously, “Yeah, yeah I do. They’re more on my back.” He looked me in the eyes again before turning around slowly a lifting up his shirt so I could get a better view.
At the bottom, near his waist, were two guns, crossed at the tips, with what seemed like spider web handles. I forgot about being reserved and grabbed his waist. He shuddered at the sudden contact; I guess my hands were cold.
On his sides were the words ‘search’ and ‘destroy’. I tightened my grip on him and started to turn him slowly until he got the hint and turned completely by himself.
On his abdomen was the word ‘and’ with two birds in flight surrounding the word. The tattoo finally making sense to me so I turned him back so he was facing the wall again. I felt his breath hitch a little but I didn’t look up.
My fingers just started roaming his body by themselves. Like when you pick up a new guitar and you want to know all about it. That’s how I feel with Frank. Weird, no?
My eyes trailed upwards and my eyes caught sight of the bottom of another tattoo on the upper half of his backside. His shirt was still covering most everything so I take the liberty of pushing it farther up his back until it was almost completely off. He proceeded to shiver again but I ignore it.
The tattoo’s a carved pumpkin with the saying ‘keep the faith’ at the base of his neck. It looks equally badass like the rest of his tattoos. Or at least the ones I’ve seen.
I let go his shirt slowly and back up again. He turned abruptly and readjusted himself. Throughout it he kept his face down.
‘Why won’t he look at me? Did I do something wrong? ‘I thought to myself.
“No, it was nothing. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He brought his head up and was facing towards the stairs were we finally saw Ryan making his way up to us and Gerard, as usual, trailing behind.
Ryan’s POV
I raise my eyebrows at Frank who was flushed as can be with his new object of interest looking… apologetic, maybe curious? He was staring at Frank intensely and I don’t think he realized it. It was silent for a while until Gerard finally made it up the stairs. It nice to know I’m not the only weak being here.
Gerard breaks the silence though.
“Let’s get there already. I mean, were only, what, one floor away? Shouldn’t you guys already be in the apartment anyways?” He looked at Frank’s only slightly flushed face and then to Brendon who was still staring at Frank.
Frank turned to look at Gerard, “Well Ryan has the keys so it would’ve been pointless.” Turns back to the wall and tosses his box to Brendon. “Be a dear and carry that up for me, please?” He smiles at Brendon.
Brendon stutters a small sure. Frank placed our guitars on his back again and started to walk forwards with a slightly taller Brendon following his footsteps. I followed suite and so did Gerard.
We got to the next floor with no commentary so when we got to our apartment, Brendon’s voice startled me so much I dropped the keys.
“That’s so cool! You guys live right next to us! Isn’t that a coincidence, Gee?”
“Yeah, Bren. Cool.”
We entered our apartment to be greeted by funky looking green and yellow wallpaper and two blue couches with five or six boxes spread out through the living room.
Gerard was probably trying hard not to look repulsed but failed quickly. “How lovely?”
I looked back at Frank in time to see him smile brightly. “Whatever. Its gross and small and unattractive like me so I love it!” He said as he placed the guitars on the floor and ran full speed and hopped onto one of the couches.
I expected nothing less.
“Frank, that couch probably has some sort of STD unknown to man on it. I suggest you get off it.”
“Don’t talk about your mom’s vagina like that, Ry. You know it’s rude.”
“Shut the fuck up, smartass.”
I heard slight chuckling and turned to see it was Brendon.
He shook his head, “You guys are hilarious.”
“Yeah. Hey, do you guys have more to move tomorrow?” Gerard asked.
I nodded my head, “Yeah, like a bitch load more to downstairs in the truck.”
“Someone needs a fucking scarf for everyday of the year. *Cough*, Ryan, *cough*.” Frank mumbled from the disease ridden couch.
“Well, I guess we’ll see you tomorrow?” Brendon said. “To help of course.”
“Yeah, sure. Drop by at ,like, ten. We’ll be awake by then or at least I will be.”
Brendon nodded. “Sure, sure. We’ll be here. Don’t worry. Night guys!”
I went to escort them out of the apartment. When Gerard walked passed me I kissed him quick on the cheek and winked at Brendon when he saw it, mouth slightly agape. Gerard turned and I winked at him. I shut the door before he could say anything and turned back to the living room.
“Frank, I’m liking it here more every minute.”
Notes
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