Life is but a Dream for the Dead

Frank could feel eyes boring into the back of him but he ignored the sensation. It wasn’t just one pair of eyes though. It was two. Callum was watching him possessively like he always did and this time he joined by Gerard, who was watching Frank like a hawk. It made him uncomfortable and he trying hard to not squirm under their gazes. Callum wasn’t next to him like he normally was, but he wasn’t far away. Gerard was over to his right, and was given a wide berth by everyone. He ignored both Callum and Gerard, staring at the wall in front of him as he hastily washed himself.
Frank glanced down and grimaced at the blood that swirled amongst the water, getting sucked down the drain at his feet. He felt was beginning to feel queasy under the heavy gaze of Gerard and Callum. Frank switched the water off, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist. He was going to have to walk past Gerard to get out of the showers. The room was nearly empty now, only a few of the inmates still showering. Frank was about to yelp as a hand snagged him round the waist and dragged round the corner, but a hand clamped over his mouth before he could make a sound. He struggled, kicking and twisting against whoever had his arms around him. Frank stumbled and fell when the arms released him. Gerard stood above him, smirking down at Frank. “What do you want?!” Frank hissed at him. “Why can’t you leave me alone?!” Gerard pushed his damp, shiny hair out of his face, smoothing it over his head only for a few strands to fall back down across his pale face. “I have too much fun with you.” “Fun?” Frank snarled, getting to his feet. Gerard’s hand flew out and shoved Frank back down, shaking his head. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Frank narrowed his eyes at him. “Gerard. I have to go, [i]we[/i] have to go. We’re supposed to be back in our cells straight after we get a shower, that’s the fucking rules-” “Do I look like I care about the rules?” Gerard asked flatly, cutting Frank off.
Frank opened his mouth to say something back, but Gerard ‘shhh’ed him sharply, shaking his head. “Keep quiet until everyone’s gone.”
Frank gritted his teeth and sighed heavily. What was this guy’s deal? Why did he have to have such an obsession with Frank? He had to do something about Gerard, because if Callum found out about Gerard was constantly messing with him, Frank would be deep in the shit. Frank was Callum’s bitch.
Everybody knew that. Callum was possessive of Frank and flipped out whenever anybody even spoke to Frank. [i]Nobody[/i] got to mess with Frank. He was Callum’s and Callum’s only. He could always tell Callum that Gerard was giving him trouble, but Frank doubted Callum could deal with Gerard on his own. Gerard was fucking dangerous. Frank looked at Gerard, studying him hard. The more he looked at Gerard, the more dangerous and frightening he seemed. It was all in his face and the way he held himself. He was feline and oddly beautiful in some dark, mysterious way. There was something about those deep, deep dark eyes that Frank wanted to get lost in. Gerard was nothing but danger and mystery and it excited Frank in some strange way. Frank thought he knew what it was like to live a dark life, but Gerard just made him feel like the life Frank had lived was only the beginning of what was possible. Frank didn’t even know Gerard, but he knew Gerard was not somebody to be messed with.
Gerard glanced down at him. “They’re all gone now.”
“Does that mean you’ll explain why you felt the need to drag me off on my own?” Frank spat venomously, still angry at Gerard.
“I was watching you,” Gerard whispered. “And I couldn’t help myself. I don’t know what it is about [i]you[/i]. Why are [i]you[/i] so fucking special?”
Gerard was frowning now, staring at Frank with confusion, looking as if he was talking to himself. Frank just stared at him like he’d lost what little bit of sanity he had left.
“And I want you,” Gerard breathed heavily into Frank ear. “I always get what I want Frankie.”
Frank drew back from Gerard’s soft, convincing touch, glowering. “You sound like a spoilt brat Gerard. I’m not a [i]thing[/i], you can’t just [i]have[/i] me.”
Gerard didn’t reply. He simply pushed the towel around Frank’s hips away. Frank’s hands shot out to grab the towel back, but Gerard tossed it away and placed his hands firmly on Frank’s hips, stroking his thumbs over them. His fingers trailed along Frank’s skin, stopping over the huge, jagged scar than ran over Frank’s entire stomach between his hips.
“I noticed this when you were showering. Who did this to you?” Gerard asked softly, caressing the scar and staring at it with glazed eyes. Frank shuddered under Gerard’s touch. “It’s none of your God damn business.” Gerard never revealed anything to him when he asked, so why should Frank tell Gerard everything he wanted to know?
“You could have died from a wound like this. You must’ve lost a lot of blood,” Gerard commented.
“And what would you know about it?” Frank snarled.
Gerard blinked, seeming to come back into reality and looked at Frank properly, smirking at him. “Never mind.” With that he clamped his mouth over Frank’s, shoving his tongue into his mouth and pinning him down. Frank made muffled noises of protest, uselessly kicking out at Gerard’s unmovable, heavy body. Gerard pulled back after a while, his face pulled up into a shit eating grin. “I want you to do something for me Frankie,” Gerard told him, licking the shell of Frank’s ear and making the small tattooed man shiver violently.
“W-what?” Frank asked breathlessly, hating the way his mind and body seemed to be detached from each other. He was putty in Gerard’s hands.
“I want you to blow me,” Gerard replied, squeezing Frank’s hip.
“What?!” Frank cried, wriggling away as much as he could. “No Gerard, no, I’m not going to do that, you can’t make-”
“I can make you do anything I want honey,” Gerard purred in his ear. “You want to me to stay away from you right?”
Frank nodded fervently. "Yeah.”
“Then just do this tiny, little favour for me and I’ll leave you alone,” Gerard told him, kissing his jaw.
Frank gritted his teeth. “Fine. Fine, I’ll do it if means you’ll leave me alone.”
“Fucking easy Frank Iero, that’s what you are,” Gerard chuckled, shifting above Frank and getting to his feet.
“Do you want me to blow you or not?” Frank snapped at him, shuffling forwards onto his knees. “Insults will get you nowhere.”
Gerard just gave a look that told Frank to shut up and get on with it, so he did. Frank unwound the towel around Gerard’s waist and came face to face with his dick. He felt his stomach churn. Gerard was big and Frank was pretty sure he’d struggle to keep himself from gagging on him.
“I don’t have all day Frankie, somebody will come looking for us soon,” Gerard told him firmly, grabbing handfuls of Frank’s hair.
Frank gave him a withering look but let Gerard pull his head towards his crotch. Frank put his hands on Gerard’s hips and took Gerard’s half hard dick into his mouth. He wasn’t going to waste time making it worth Gerard’s while, because the fucker didn’t deserve it. If Frank’s only option was to blow Gerard then fine, but he didn’t to make it anything fancy.
“Nmmph, Frankie, come on, I know you can do better than that,” Gerard told him in between gasps and pants. “We both know you suck dick better than this.”
Frank resisted rolling his eyes and complied. He bobbed up and down Gerard’s dick slowly, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around Gerard expertly, teasingly grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin of his dick. Gerard was making really fucking hot noises above him, noises Frank wouldn’t mind hearing again.
“Fuck, I fucking [i]knew[/i] you could use your mouth,” Gerard groaned yanking on Frank’s hair. "[i]Oh[/i] -"
Gerard stopped in the middle of his sentence, his voice breaking off as Frank deep throated him and pulled back, sucking as hard as he could on the tip of his dick. Gerard let out a strangled, broken moan.
“Gonna come, shit Frankie [i]yeah[/i],” Gerard moaned heavily.
Frank just wanted it to be over so he really fucking went for it, bobbing his head up down faster and flicking his tongue everywhere, spit and pre-come all over his chin.
Gerard’s hips stuttered and suddenly, he was gone from Frank’s mouth. The next thing Frank knew he got a faceful of warm, sticky white come and all he could hear was Gerard’s hot, panting moans and curses.
Frank sat back on his legs, staring up Gerard was looking at him like he wanted to eat him. Or something like that anyway.
“Fucking look at you,” Gerard murmured, gasping for breath. “So fucking beautiful Frankie.”
Frank pulled a disgusted face and seized Gerard’s towel, wiping the saliva and come off of his face, wondering whether he should be grateful Gerard didn’t come in his mouth and make him swallow it.
Gerard picked up his towel and grinned at Frank. “Thank you honey. See you later.”
Frank just sat there, gaping as Gerard sauntered off as if nothing had happened.
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Gerard returned to his cell later that morning to find it empty and Gerard-free. Frank could cry with happiness.
As he approached his bunk, he found two packs of brand cigarettes lying on his pillow, a small piece of paper lying next to them. He picked it up and read the note.
[i]I told you I’d get you more cigarettes so here they are. Enjoy. [/i]
Frank couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto his face and stayed there for the rest of his day.

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