Pinned

“I’m going to kill Pete,” Gerard growls, speeding down the road.
“Why would he do that? Mikey didn’t do anything wrong,” Frank ponders.
Gerard slams his hands on the steering wheel, cursing, “Fuck! I fucking hate him! I’m just so fucking pissed off!”
Frank looks over from the sides of his eyes at Gerard warily. “Gerard… you shouldn’t be driving like this.”
“Fuck, you’re right,” Gerard admits, defeated. He pulls over, slamming his head onto the top of the steering wheel once they’re parked. “I just…. I’m his older brother, you know? And I have one job for him, and that’s to keep him safe, and…”
“Gerard,” Frank interrupts. “This is not your fault. You have to believe me. And if I asked Mikey, he’d say it wasn’t your fault, either.”
Gerard looks at Frank, his eyes red and bloated. He then curses once more,
“Fuck!”
He shuts his eyes, leaning back in his seat.
Frank timidly leans forward, placing either arm on next to Gerard’s waist and planting a kiss on his unsuspecting lips.
Gerard takes a moment to get over the initial shock, and then kisses back, placing a hand underneath Frank’s jaw.
Their mouths melt together, and after Frank slips his tongue into Gerard’s mouth, their tongues become one as well.
Gerard breaks the kiss, reaching down to undo his jeans, the crotch of his jeans tight and his boner rubbing against his zipper. He slides his jeans down, revealing that he’s wearing pink lace panties with floral patterns made. Gerard notices Frank staring, and blushes, pleading,
“Please don’t tell anyone. They were on sale, and-”
Frank kisses Gerard, saying into his mouth, “They’re adorable.” Frank leans back, unbuttoning his own pants and unzipping them. He slides them down to his ankles, to show off his black bikini panties with thin pink lines across them. He grins crookedly, slightly red in the cheeks, and leans forward, kissing Gerard once again.
Gerard reaches over Frank, grabbing the tail of Frank’s shirt and pulling it over his head. Gerard throws the shirt into the backseat, ridding of his own and tossing the garment back as well. He pounces on Frank, bringing the smaller boy onto his back on the seat. It’s slightly uncomfortable for Frank, laying on top of the midsection in between the two front seats, but he won’t complain, seeing as Gerard, in panties, is lying on top of him.
He pins Frank’s wrists down, straddling him. He licks from above Frank’s navel to his jaw, sending a pleasant shiver down Frank’s entire spine. Gerard slides Frank’s panties down until they’re hooked around his ankles. He wraps a hand around the base of Frank’s dick, stuffing the rest of it into his mouth.
He works his teeth gently against the skin, sliding his tongue around the head. He continues to go, faster, and faster, until Frank’s breath is catching in his throat. He’s panting; it feels so good.
“Gerard, I’ll….” Frank can’t finish his sentence, as he’s interrupted by his orgasm. He whines as he comes, and Gerard withdraws, rolling down the window, leaning over it and spitting the cum out onto the street.
“Ew!” Frank exclaims. “You can’t just spit that shit out the window!”
“The birds will get it,” Gerard replies.
“Gross!” Frank giggles.
Gerard scoffs. “You’re saying gross? I had that crap in my mouth. How do you think that tasted?”
Frank leans back coolly, pulling his underwear back up onto his hips. “I never asked you to give me a blowjob.”
Gerard chuckles. “You really are something, Frank.”
They end up dressing again, continuing on to Gerard’s house.
“Mom? Can Frank spend the night?” Gerard asks his mother.
“If it’s alright with his parents,” Donna Way replies.
Gerard looks at Frank, who flaps his hand, remarking, “They don’t give a shit.”
The two sleep in Gerard’s bed in the basement. They both slip out of their pants and shirts, even though it’s cold outside. They warm up against each other beneath the covers, Frank’s arm hooked around Gerard’s waist.
Gerard’s alarm goes off the next morning. He wakes up to Frank completely wrapped around him, his face nuzzled into his chest. Gerard sneaks out from under him, crossing the room to shut off his alarm.
He clicks it off, heading back over to the bed. He kneels next to Frank, feeling guilty as he shakes the smaller boy. Frank looks so content and peaceful when he’s sleeping; it’s a total shame to wake him up.
“Frank,” Gerard coaxes. “Wake up, baby.”
Frank’s eyes flutter open, squinting at the morning light. “Wha?” He looks at Gerard, yawns, and then offers a sleepy smile. They hadn’t really slept last night; they were too busy talking and watching movies.
“So… you don’t have any clothes, do you?” Gerard questions. He steps out of his panties, walking across the room naked to get a new pair.
Frank’s eyes about bulge out of his head at the sight of Frank naked. He snaps out of it, replying, “Yeah, no. I don’t have any.”
Gerard steps into a pair of My Little Pony boxer briefs. He tosses Frank some jeans and a Black Flag t shirt, telling, “Here, wear these.”
“Really, Gerard? Fucking Apple Jack?” Frank asks, smacking Gerard on the butt.
“Okay, the horse’s name is Rainbow Dash,” Gerard corrects. He pulls on a pair of jeans, muttering, “Fucking amateur.”
Frank has to roll up the jeans to keep the ends from dragging against the floor, but other than that, the clothes fit great. Gerard drives him to school, and they walk in together.
Gerard’s having a fine day, hanging out with Frank. The two talk together during art, discussing their dating and a variety of other subjects.
Gerard’s day is perfect. And then he sees Pete in the hallway. To make matters worse, when Pete recognizes Gerard, he smirks, calling,
“Hey, Gerard, I heard about Mikey. That’s too bad.”
Gerard drops everything, running over and tackling Pete. He punches Pete in the nose, shouting,
“You fucking piece of shit!”
Pete doesn’t fight back, just lays still. Eventually, Frank and some other kids pull Gerard off of Pete, having to pry them apart, Gerard still taking swipes at Peter as he’s carried away.
A teacher comes out, sees Pete, sees Gerard being restrained, and puts two and two together. “Gerard! Come with me! Frank, you take Pete to the nurse!”
“But!” I protest.
Gerard looks at me, saying, “Frank, this is my dumb mistake. Let me handle it.” He collects his things, and the teacher grabs him by the collar and starts to haul him towards the office.
The kids in the hall start clapping, a lot of them whispering or laughing. I help Pete to his feet, taking his hand. I pull him close and whisper in his ear, “You’re fucking dead.”

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