Honey, this Mirror Ain't Big Enough for the Two of Us.

Chapter 11- Gerard
I am awoken the next morning by Lindsey with a small smile on my face, some of the events of yesterday rushing back to me. As I sit up and brush my hardcore bedhead away from my eyes, I catch Lindsey staring at me with an amused expression on her face. I mimic her stare and then relax again back into my half-awake state. “What’s with the look?” I ask, yawning.
She says nothing for a moment and then smiles slightly. “You talk in your sleep. About Frank.” Well that’s embarrassing. I shrug at her noncommittally. “It wasn’t sexual….Right?”
She starts to laugh and rolls her eyes. “It was not sexual, Gerard. And I expect you to keep it like that. He’s only nineteen.” I grunt and toss my pillow at her. She catches it and the pillow is thrown back at me, hitting me in the face.
She smirks and turns to leave. I stop her, a question popping into my head. “Are you still afraid of me, Lindsey?”
She pauses at the door. “Well, the first night you came here to me in handcuffs, I won’t lie; I was slightly concerned for my safety. But you aren’t nearly as mysterious and brooding as you let on, and you probably couldn’t kill a bug. Am I right?”
I scoff, secretly a bit frustrated she isn’t scared by me anymore. “I have lived on the streets for four years. I can kill bugs. And other things too.” I try to intimidate her a bit.
“…Uh huh.” She does not make an effort to look convinced. She adds as she walks out the door, “By the way, that Officer who brought you here would like a word with you regarding…future arrangements. He’s waiting for you to get dressed.”She leaves.
So I have to go march down to see how long I’ll be locked up with a bunch of sadistic assholes, all of them repressed homosexuals waiting for me to ‘drop the soap’. And on top of that I get to have a chat with the always lovely Officer Peterson. Someone shoot me now.
I dress as slowly as possible, putting on and taking my shirt off repeatedly. When I can put it off no longer, I open up the door slowly. Standing outside the door impatiently is Peterson. He probably has a first name, but neither I neither need to nor care enough to find out what it is. He smiles at me, sarcasm dripping off him. “Mr. Way, what a pleasure to see you again.”
I glare at him, falling back against the door. “Yeah, it’s great to see you too. Now cut the shit. How long do I have to serve? Two months? Three?”
He chuckles, looking me up and down. His gaze makes me feel naked and I cross my arms. “You really are an idiot, Gerard. Don’t you even know what the penalty for possession, sale, or use of heroin is?” I refuse to meet his eyes, staring above his head in defiance.
He continues, “It’s one year jail time, minimum.”
I can feel my stomach drop to my feet. “Are you kidding me? For a first offense? That is Fucking Bullshit,” I say, my raising my voice to hide the tremble in it.
He rolls his eyes. “Get over yourself. Soon enough you’ll be back to the streets, sucking a dick for your fix and not leeching off taxpayer’s money anymore. I mean, that’s if you’re not shanked in jail.”
I clench my jaw and fists, hatred bubbling up inside me. “You are the worst cop I have ever met. It’s your job to enforce law, not insult and degrade citizens, you fucking miserable excuse for a man!” I shout the end of my sentence, and I can hear a door creak open behind me.
I turn, and Frank stands at his open door, looking between me and Peterson with wide eyes.Oh god, Frank walk away, close the door, pretend you never saw this. I apparently can’t control other’s minds because he says in a small voice, “Uh, Gee….Is everything okay?”
I cuss under my breath. “Yea, it’s fine Frank. Go back in your room,” I say quietly, not making eye contact with the police officer in the hopes he won’t think anything of our exchange. Frankie nods silently and closes the door.
It takes Peterson a second to process any of this. Slowly, a malicious smile spreads over his face.He says in a mocking tone, “ ‘Gee?’ Aww. That’s just the cutest thing. You know, it’s almost like he’s your boyfriend,” He sneers the word boyfriend, and I glower at him with hate.
“You have no business with him. And he’s not my boyfriend, for your fuckin’ information,” I say, stepping closer to him. He knows now that he has touched a nerve, and I can see by his eyes that he intends to use it to his advantage.
“Oh, but the way he looks at you…You two are fucking faggots. I could arrest him too, for drug use. Or harassment of an officer, or theft… Anything, really. That might hurt you more than your own jail time…His jail time. And such a young boy too, he would be screwed. Quite literally.”
I lose my shreds of composure at his threatening words. “You hurt so much as a single hair on Frankie’s head, and I will FUCKING KILL YOU,” I scream in his face, slamming him against the wall and rearing my fist back to punch him.
He is shocked at my outburst, but recovers quickly and in a second his gun barrel is pressed to my head. I freeze, seconds away from breaking his nose or giving him a black eye. He looks at me and loads a bullet into the gun, tightening his finger on the trigger. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the bang to go off and my life to end. Instead, he glares at me, and says menacingly, “Let go of me and get the fuck out of my sight, you cunt.” I release him slowly and he walks away briskly, not holstering his gun until he goes through the doors back to the police part of the building.
I let out a shaky breath, and turn around to Frank’s door. He immediately opens it and runs to me, throwing his arms around me tightly. I return the embrace with equal intensity, and we stand there for a minute, holding each other as tightly as possible. “You heard?” I whisper to him.
“Every word,” He breathes. “Oh my god, he was going to shoot you, you were-” I silence him by hoisting his legs up, and he wraps them around my hips. I carry him into his room, shutting the door with my foot. He keeps his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist, refusing to let go of me. “I’m fine, he didn’t hurt me. He’s just a fucking asshole cop,” I say, trying to calm both our racing hearts.He shakes his head violently. “He was going to kill you, Gee,” He whispers.
I look at him, “How do you know that? I told you to go back in your room,” I say, worried that he would have gotten hurt too. He looks sheepish, and won’t meet my eyes. “Well, I was in my room. I just kept the door open a little bit to make sure you were okay.”
I lift him a bit higher, sliding a hand under his ass to support him. “I only freaked out because he was threatening to put you in jail too.”
“Well, you need to learn to keep your fucking temper. I don’t want to lose you over you getting a hot head,” He whispers, resting his head on my shoulder.
We stand like that in silence, listening to each other’s heartbeats. After a while, Frank lifts his head up and looks me in the eyes, talking in a normal volume, if only still a bit shaky.. “So… You said I wasn’t your boyfriend.”
I look at him, surprised he remembered I said that. “Well, it’s not like we really talked about it.”
He nods, “Yeah, true.” We both look at each other, and he bites his lip slightly. Fuck, that looks so hot.
I realize he is waiting for me to ask him. I take a deep breath, and pop the question. “…You don’t have to say yes, but... Do you want to be my boyfriend, Frankie?”
His face lights up with a smile, only small traces of his previous fear visible. “I thought you’d never ask.” The worry in his eyes is gone, and I am glad I was able to distract him from what happened.
I smile, trying to push down my nerves from my encounter with Peterson. The nagging voice in my head is reminding me what little time I have with Frank before I go to jail.
With the burst of confidence from Frankie looking so happy that I asked him to be with me, I lightly squeeze his ass. He jumps in my arms slightly, and looks at me, surprised. I start to second guess my action and look down. He leans in close to me, and whispers with half-lidded eyes, “Just kiss me, you dork.”
I look up at him, happy to oblige. I press my lips to his, tilting my head to make our mouths fit together perfectly. He eagerly responds, opening his mouth and pushing at the entrance of mine with his tongue. I grant him access, and our tongues battle for dominance. I let him win and I can feel him giggle a bit into the kiss. I walk us over to the door and press him against it, Frank’s legs tightening around my hips. I feel his hand flutter over my neck, then come to rest firmly, keeping us locked together. As if I would ever pull apart from this willingly.
I push him harder against the door, grinding my clothed crotch against his roughly. He moans into my mouth and I tangle my hands in his thick black hair. We both intensify the kiss, making it all clashing teeth and sloppy lust. I feel my erection growing and moan in pain and pleasure as Frankie slightly bucks his hard-on against mine.
I gently reach down to the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, grinning into Frank’s mouth as I lightly run my fingers over his ribcage, feeling his skin prickle with goose bumps. I break the kiss and he starts to whine slightly but the needy sound in the back of his throat turns into a deep groan as I start to kiss and suck on his pale neck. Frank lustfully whispers to me, “Oh, fuck Gee, so hot. Feels so good. I thought about this the other day.”
I make an appreciative noise and nibble on his earlobe. His back arches off the door and he cries out in pleasure, his erection fully coming to attention. I found his sweet spot. His hands fumble to shakily pull my own shirt off, and I help take it off and throw it to hell knows where as I move my mouth down, sucking on his collarbone and using a hand to tease one of his nipples.
I make eye contact with Frankie, his face contorted and mouth opened with pleasure. I detach my mouth from him and slowly lower him from my waist to a standing position. His legs nearly give way, and I hold him up, my hands on his hips. I look down at him, smiling and whispering into his ear, “You have no idea how sexy you look moaning and shirtless. I’m so hard for you.”
He blushes a deep red and trails a hand down slowly to the waistband of my pants. “I don’t want to go… all the way tonight, but I would love to get you off.” He cups my boner through my jeans and I quietly moan.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want to do, sugar. We can save that for another time,” I say, and he nods whole heartedly.
His hand slips inside my pants and boxers and loosely wraps around my cock. I moan and rest on his shoulder, kissing his neck. He hisses out a breath and brushes his thumb over my head, my precum wetting his fingers. I can feel him focusing intensely and whisper in his ear, “Relax honey, anything you do to me feels amazing.” He starts to pump me slowly and I bite his earlobe to keep a whimper contained. He looks at me, “Really? I have no idea what I’m doing.”
I nod to him and slip my own hand into his pants, connecting my lips with his softly. I twist my wrist at his base and begin to move my hand up and down slowly. He lets out a squeak of pleasure and lets his head fall back, breathing heavily as he does the same to me “That’s it, just follow my lead. You are so fucking gorgeous, Frank,” I say into his mouth.
We continue to pump each other, slowly gaining speed. I can feel a tension start to build up in the pit of my stomach, and I heave a breath in. Frank feels it too, judging by his jerking hips and incoherent stutters.
“Fuck, Gee, I- I’m gonna cum,” He says, voice high pitched and strained. His hand speeds up on me, and I am in danger of cumming at any second. I reply to him, my breath catching in my throat. “Me too, Frankie.”
He starts to move his hand on my leaking erection impossibly fast as he cums, his body twitching and his breath spastic. His hot seed spills onto my hand, and that is enough to thrust me into my orgasm. I kiss him roughly, biting his bottom lip enough to draw blood. My knees go weak as I cum into his palm, and I slump onto his shoulder. He, too, is weak from his orgasm and can’t support us both. He slumps to the ground and I go with him, letting him rest his head on my shoulder. I notice his lip is bleeding, and sit in front of him, slowly kissing and licking his lip better. “Shit, did I do that?” I ask, realizing I bit him a little too hard.
He blushes slightly. “Yeah. But it’s fine, I like it when you’re rough.” I look at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Little bit of a masochist, are we now?” I say, teasing him slightly. He looks down, his cheeks burning. I get close to him and whisper into his ear, “I can be pretty sadistic now and then.”
He chuckles softly. “You’re just a dork.” I nod, because that is completely true.
“Yes, but I’m a dork who just had sex with you. You’ve been infected with my dorkiness.” I wave my hands around, earning an eye roll. I start to tickle him, and he falls onto my lap, giggling and flinching.
I let him catch his breath and kiss his forehead gently. I look deep into his eyes. “I love you, Frankie.”
He smiles and replies, “I love you too, Gee.”
We sit like that for a while, just smiling at each other.
Eventually I heave myself up to my feet, offering a hand to pull Frank up. “C’mon, babe. We need some clean pants.”
Frank snorts and nods enthusiastically.

Notes

Erhmagawd the Frerard.
(I wrote the entirety of the sexytimes in a car driven by my mother with my kid sister sitting next to me. Nerves of steel)

is it okay? idk how a penis works sorry.
feedback is the nectar of the gods.
kthnksbyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
XXX MourningGlory XXX