Desolation Row

“Oh God... D-don’t stop,” Gerard moaned desperately, threading his fingers through Frank’s hair. Frank looked up at him through his black fringe with innocent eyes as he took him even further down his throat. He inhaled sharply, almost choking on nothing but air as the waves of pleasure coursed through his body, holding Frank’s head firmly in place as he pushed him over the edge “Ugh, yes… Fuck yes” He cried out, biting down hard as he finished in the back of his boyfriends throat; his hand grabbing tightly hold of Frank’s hair, feeling him squirm in his grip.

He stood there for a moment, his head resting against the wall of his French classes cupboard as tried to catch his breath. He closed his eyes, feeling Frank slip away from him. “Sounded like someone enjoyed themselves” Frank giggled as he buttoned up his shirt. He grinned, looking over at Gerard as he quickly put on his tie; he was staring up at the ceiling, his face emotionless as his fingers curled into fists by his side. His smile faded. “Gee are you ok?” He asked worriedly as he reached out to touch his face. Suddenly he snapped back to life, his eyes locked venomously onto Frank as he slapped his hand away. He quickly pulled on his school trousers, refusing to meet Franks eye as he stood there, almost dumfounded by what had just happened. “Gee stop, just.... tell me what’s wrong” He pleaded softly. Gerard said nothing, running his fingers through his matted hair as he pushed his way past Frank and outside into the classroom.

Frank went after him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back. “Get off me! You need to stop making me do this” He sneered. Frank shook his head, almost amazed by his response. “What the fuck are you on about? I love you, I wouldn’t make you do anything if you didn’t want to” He replied softly, watching as Gerard’s cautious eyes swiftly scanned around the room, sweeping over the various desk and chairs which were scattered around the room. They were completely alone. Gerard smirked, flashing Frank a twisted sneer as he suddenly lashed out, grabbing him by the hair. Frank cried out struggling in his grip as a pain shot through his head, hot tears streaming down his face as the man he loved yanked harder; pulling him closer to his face. “You’re pathetic you know that, a dirty little queer” He growled, listening as Frank whimpered, struggling to escape his clutches. “I’m sorry Gee, please I’m sorry” He begged, looking up into Gerard’s scornful face. “And you wonder why I never want to be seen with you” Gerard hissed in his face.

Frank winced as he felt Gerard’s hand tighten in his hair. He wished he hadn’t angered him like this; he hated him when he was like this. He didn’t understand why he treated him this way. It wasn’t him making him this was it? Maybe he had pushed him into things; maybe he just got overly excited and jumped into things too soon. Guilt began to cloud his thoughts, fresh tears welling in his eyes as he heard himself whisper “I love you Gerard”. Gerard screamed, twisted Frank’s hair as he shoved him into the green classroom wall. He staggered back, watching a horrified Frank stare back at him with frightened eyes as blood began to pour from his nose. He cupped his nosed with his hand, tears trailing down his cheeks. Gerard ran his fingers through his hair, turning his back on Frank as he began to wander out of the class room. He glanced back; Frank sat crumpled between wall and the bookshelf, sobbing as he tried to stop the blood which was now heavily streaming down his face and onto his clothes. “Clean yourself up, your just an embarrassment” He muttered before leaving him alone in the room, slamming the door behind him.

*****

Patrick buried his head deep into the latest issue of The Walking Dead comic book, trying to muffle the giggles of Pete and Lacey as they fooled around at the back of the Library. He rolled his eyes as he heard a quiet giggle from the behind the bookcase. Why had he agreed to keep watch? It was agonising enough watching her stick her tongue down his throat but to sit there and be forced to listen to her getting off with his best friend, the guy he had fancied for years, was just torture. They soon emerged from the back of the library, Pete smacking her arse as they made their way over his table; giggling as they walked. “Pete!” She gasped as she smoothed out her tiny black skirt. Pete smiled, sitting opposite Patrick as Lacey began to sort out her makeup. “Cheers for that mate” Pete whispered, eyeing the librarian on the far side of the room who was watching them intently. The boys looked at her, flashing her a quick smile before looking back at their books. “Not a problem” Patrick murmured.

“Hey Pat, you never said Jane was your girlfriend” Lacey said, tilting her head to the side as she questioned him; her eyes sharply focused on him. Patrick turned his nosed up at her, rolling his eyes as he picked up his things and walked out of the library; he really wasn’t in the mood for her right now. He stormed out, tucking his comic book under his arm as he shoved open the wooden double doors and walked quickly down the corridor. As he walked, he heard footsteps running after him. “Pat wait” a voice called out, feel a hand pulling him back by the shoulder. He turned and saw Pete standing before him; the sleeves of his white shirt had been rolled up revealing dark doodles scrawled up and down his forearms. “Nice ink” Patrick smirked, his cheeks blushing as he saw the muscles protruding from his tight shirt.

Pete laughed, rubbing the back of his head; his eyes nervously gazing at the floor as his heart began to race. He had never felt this way about anyone before. He shook his head, trying to dismiss the rising feeling in his chest as a smile began to form on his face. “Ignore her Pat, she can be real prat sometimes” He replied, looking into Patrick dazzling blue eyes.Patrick raised an eyebrow, feeling slightly confused, he hadn’t heard him speak of her like that before. “Oh... I umm I thought you liked her?” Patrick said, folding his arms. Pete shook his head once more; the same sweet smile still perched upon his gorgeous face. “Naa, she’s just a bit of fun if I’m honest, you didn’t tell me about you and Jane though. How long has that been going on” Pete questioned, shoving his hands into his pockets. He realised that for the first time in his life, he felt nervous about talking to him, as though he was talking to someone who was more than just a friend. But that couldn’t possibly be true could it? He couldn’t possibly feel anything more for his best friend right?

Patrick sighed, rolling his eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “She is not my girlfriend. We’re just friends. I don’t understand why Lacey is telling everyone” He moaned. Pete shrugged. “Well Jane did tell her that you were an item, seems that your mate is a bit of a liar Pat” He replied suggestively, feeling somewhat relieved by his response. Patrick shook his head. “No, you don’t know her like I do; Lacey’s clearly got her wires crossed or something. She wouldn’t lie Pete especially about that” He said defensively.

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The red glow of the digital clock almost seemed to light up the darkness of her room, giving it an almost spooky atmosphere as she lie awake in bed. She glanced at the clock, it was 12:30, running her fingers through her damp blonde hair as she continued to stair up at the ceiling; her mind focused on nothing else but him. Jane sighed, dragging her tired body out of bed as she crept towards the wardrobe; the floorboards of the children’s home creaking loudly with every step. She reached the wardrobe doors, hesitating for a moment before pulling them open, pushing back the clothes and stared wide eyed and lovingly at the sight before her eyes.

Hundreds of pictures of Patrick were nailed to the back of the wardrobe, the faces of the others within them had been viciously crossed out and his name scratched deeply into the dark wood of the furniture. She traced it delicately with her finger tips, the rough touch felt almost pleasurable against her soft, pale skin.As she gazed upon the pictures of the man she loved, the man she couldn’t bear to let go of, she failed to notice her bedroom door opening. She didn’t hear as a dark, shadowy figure crept silently into her room.

Notes

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