Gives You Hell

I stood outside Justin's house, my arms wrapped around him as we kissed goodbye. He was only going for about two weeks but it felt like so much longer. I had an ache in my chest as our kiss drew to a close.

"I love you, Mikey Mouse."

"I love you too, Justin... Wish your aunt the best for me, my dear."

"Of course I will."

Justin’s mother smiled at me.

“Mikey would you like a lift home before we leave?”

“No thank you, Mrs. Siegel. I would hate to put you out of your way and I enjoy the walks."

Justin and I kissed again and Justin picked up his suitcase, getting into the car. I waved, smiling as he waved back, waving until my arm ached. I sighed and turned around as the car drove into the distance. Shoving my earbuds in my ears and my hands in my pockets, I started the half-an-hour walk back home.

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Upon opening the door, I cringed. I forgot that Frank was coming around today. I was meant to be around Justin’s. I stared at the underwear that littered the floor and turned my music up louder, heading to my room to grab a bag. I didn’t know where the hell I was going to sleep tonight but I was getting out the house. I shoved a load of clothes into the bag, phone charger, wallet, the new Avengers comics. I put it on my shoulder and headed back down, slamming the door shut on my way.
I walked for about an hour before sitting on a bench, sighing as I dropped my bag on the floor. My feet ached like there was no tomorrow; I was pretty sure I had blisters on my toes and heels. Screw the goth boots. I kicked them off and slouched on the bench, barely able to breath. I took deep breaths and let them out slowly before curling up on the bench. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out to see a text from Brendon.

'Hey. Where you at? Gee don't know where you are. You wanna sleep over? x'

I swallowed before shoving my phone back in my pocket before getting up and putting my boots in my bag, walking barefoot to Brendon's.

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Brendon opened his door when I knocked and grinned at me.

"Hey emo boi."

I punched his arm and walked in, dumping my bag on the couch and sitting down, pulling a stone out my foot.

"Mikes? What happened to your feet?"

"Boots were hurting."

"So you walked bare foot?"

"Yea..."

"There's something not right with you..."

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I curled up on Brendon's floor, tossing and turning. I just couldn't sleep. I sighed and got up to go and get a drink. I sipped on the water as I watched out the window. Being away from Justin sucked. I wanted to call him but he'd be asleep. I groaned and put my glass in the sink, spinning around at the sound of someone on the stairs. Brendon walked out of the shadows.

"Mikes... You alright?"

"Yea I'm fine Bren. I just.. Can't sleep. It's so weird being away from Justin."

Brendon walked over and leant on the side next to me.

"You two have been joined at the hip almost since you moved here."

I nodded and scratched at the tattoo on my arm, wrinkling my nose.

"He's my best fri-"

Brendon's lips on my own stopped my mid sentence. I froze up. What was I meant to do? I should push him away but... My lips began to press back against Brendon's before I shoved him away. I stumbled upstairs and groped around for my hoodie.

"Mikey!"

I heard Brendon come running up the stairs and felt tears prick in my eyes. I'd just cheated on Justin. I wanted Gerard. I needed Gerard. I shoved my stuff in my bag and pushed by him, running downstairs and out the door, tears running down my face.

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Gerard woke me up in the morning and I flicked an eye open.

"School time boyo."

I groaned and got up, tugging on my hair absentmindedly, brushing it with my fingers. I shoved on my clothes and blinked at myself in the mirror. I stared at the top of my stomach, obvious under my shirt. Tears pricked up. No wonder Justin had left the state. I was getting fat again. He didn't love me anymore. He wanted to get away from me. I shoved my hoodie on, pulling my hood up, grabbed my bag and stormed out the house. I scuffed my shoes as I walked, frowning at the absence of music. I searched my pockets before groaning. I'd left my phone at Brendon's. The memory of Brendon's lips on my own flashed back to my mind. Brendon had really loved me when I had been skinny. When I gained weight, he threw me to the curb. A plan slowly formed in my mind as I headed to Sociology.

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I sat in Sociology, slouching in my seat, hand fiddling with taper as I stared at the board. Brendon hadn't come to class, which was weird for him. I waited until half way through the lesson before shoving my hand in the air.

"Mr. Way?"

"Can I go to the toilet?"

She nodded and I jumped up, heading through to the toilets. I could have sworn I heard someone say my name as I pushed the door open. I knelt down and shoved my fingers down my throat, gauging as I coughed up. I felt the familiar burn as my food came up, the familiar emptiness in my stomach. I jumped out of my skin when the door was slammed open and hands grabbed onto me. A hand covered my mouth and I thrashed around.

"Mikey! It's me! Brendon! Stop it calm down."

I slowly calmed down when I realised I wasn't in serious trouble and I slumped, letting my tears flow.

"You bloody idiot Mikey... Let's get you home."

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I stumbled through my front door, holding onto Brendon's arm.

"You wanna tell me why you did it this time, Way?"

"You, Justin. Everyone hates me when I'm fat."

Brendon stared at me.

"I don't hate you, Mikey."

He kissed me again and this time, I didn't fight it. I slid my arms around his neck and kissed back.

Brendon's hands slid up my shirt, slowly pulling it up. I smiled weakly and helped him tug it off of me before his hands went down to unbuckle my belt. He let them fall to the floor before slipping my pants down, pressing small kisses to the scars on my thighs. I moaned softly, knowing I would regret this one day. As he stood up, I slid my hands up his own shirt, smirking as I felt the material under my hands. I gently ripped it off of him, leaning over to suck on his shoulder. Brendon cleaned off the hallway table with a sweep of his hand, laying me down and tugging my boxers off before stripping the rest of his body quickly. I felt him push into me and I let out a yelp, a mix of pain and pleasure. He started thrusting quickly and I reached out, gripping onto his shoulders. He felt so good... It had been too long since I'd been with Brendon, months. I felt Brendon going faster and let out a shrill yell of pleasure, which turned to a groan when I heard the phone ring.

"Leave it, it's probably Gerard."

He nodded and started grunting as he thrusted harder into me.

"Scream for me Mikey... Let me know what you want."

I let out a scream instantly and heard the begging tone in my voice.

"HARDER! FASTER! BRENDON PLEASE!"

He did as I asked and his hand jerked around my aching cock. I arched my back and thrusted up into his hand, and I felt a heat in my stomach.

"BRENDON I'M GONNA CUM!"

He slammed hard into my prostate and I screamed his name as I came hard over my chest, moaning as I felt him fill me up.

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