What If They Find Out

I woke up snuggled into Gee's arms. It would have felt amazing if I didn't have such a bad feeling about all of this.

Standing up I started to search for my clothes. I found my boxers tucked underneath the bed and my pants underneath his in a pile by the door. Just as I started to pull my shirt on Gerard drifted into the waking world.

"Hey, Frankie. Where you going," Gerard said with a groggy grin on his face. "I just need some time alone," I answered. "Baby, come on. Just come back over here and" He started but I cut him off, "No!" I screamed, but then decided that I should calm down. "I feel like everything's going so fast. I need some time to think about whether or not I'm making the right choices."

He looked depressed. But in a split second his eyes went from sad and soft, to cold, hard, and pissed off. I had only seen this side of him once, yesterday.

"How dare you think any part of this could be wrong! We are PERFECT together!" He screamed at me. "I...I... j-j-just," I shook out, not able to continue.

He ran at me. I stood there frozen, probably in fear. Gerard grabbed both of my wrists in one of his hands and slammed me back onto the bed. Meanwhile, must I remind you, he was still nude.

Gerard pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down my legs. When all that was left in between us was my thin boxers I whimpered softly. "What is it baby? You want these gone? Oh, me too," he said after hearing my whimper. Why must I be such a child?

After he removed the last piece of clothing that separated us he let his body fall onto mine. "See? We're perfect for each other," Gerard said.

I could not deny this fact. The way our bodies fit together like one. The way he could figure out everything about me with just a look. The way I could tell there was something different about him almost every day.

My eyes started to tear up. Why was he doing this to me? All I did was say that I needed some time alone.

That's when he sat up slightly. My stomach clenched from me being so nervous of what he could do. His grasp was tighter than a forty year old virgin. Gerard had me at his mercy.

His hand then clasped around my dick. He started to slowly pump. I was not in the mood for this at all. So I just layed there, completely restrained. His legs on either side of mine and his hand still pinning mine down.

The tears that had gathered in my eyes started to silently spill over. And all I could think was, why?

Gerard screamed in frustration. He finally realized that he wasn't getting anywhere with me. "Gerard, just stop." I muttered as calmly as I could. "No, dammit. I just want to prove to you that we are meant to be," He shouted back, pumping harder. "Gerard! STOP!" I screamed desperately.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him anymore. Then, like that, he was off of me. But he didn't just get off, he was pushed off. When I looked up I saw Mikey, wearing nothing but boxers and a t-shirt, wrestling Gerard on the floor.

I quickly pulled my clothes on and ran into the kitchen. I grabbed the smallest knife I could find and tucked it into my pocket, running to the bathroom. Once in the small white room, I locked the door behind me and pulled out the knife.

I made three long and shallow cuts along each wrist. "Gerard hates me, my dad hates me, everyone hates me," I muttered as I slashed my skin. Even though the cuts were shallow, I bled a lot. Soon the blood started to drip onto the counter and the floor. Great, now I wrecked there rug.

Mikey started to bang on the door a few minutes later. "Gerard is out cold. You're safe now," He yelled trying to get me to come out.

I leaned against the wall and sank to the floor.

After about ten minutes of trying to open the door he got in. "Frank!" he gasped. He picked me up and brought me to the sink. Mikey rinsed off my arms and grabbed peroxide out of the cabinet. I was honestly too destroyed to care this time.

I hissed in pain as the cool liquid ran down my wrists. When he was finished cleaning me up, he wrapped my arms in gauze and walked me to his room.

His walls were covered in band posters and there were comics strewn across the floor. The only thing inside his small room was a even smaller twin bed with blue bedding.

We sat there on the bed for at least two hours. Mikey was so kind. He held me in his lap the entire time, muttering soothing words and brushing my hair in and out of my face.

When I finally began to relax I realized something.

I think I have strong feelings for my best friend.

Notes

Heeeey. Don't hate me for not updating, the holidays have been insane. Now I know that's no excuse but I thought you guys might want some reasoning. Anywhore, I think this is my longest chapter yet. Remember to comment, rate, and subscribe. I love you guys! :)