Wanna Be Somebodies

GERARD’S P.O.V.
Frank ends up with a concussion and I am livid. While Matt Ellis and his friends are the people that scare me more than anything, they’ve always been the people that enrage me to no end. Hurting Frank is just icing on the shit cake that is my affairs with his little clique.
Going back to my dorm steaming, Frank’s arm linked with mine, I automatically begin to pace once we reach my room, murmuring foul things under my breath. Frank lies back on my bed, this groggy haze in his eyes. “Gerard, please relax.”
About to respond that I’m calm already, I notice my hands shaking. That’s when I know I’m just the opposite; I’m on the brink of totally losing my shit. So I do my best to lay next to Frank; he’s always been a good medicine.
“You know anything about concussions?” Frank asks, his voice dragging like molasses.
I shake my head briskly, admitting, “Not a lot, no.”
“Ever hear that myth about falling asleep with one and going into a coma?” Frank continues.
“No.”
Frank grins, telling, “Well, I haven’t heard any proof against it, and I’m not wanting to doze off and wake up in a hospital ten years from now with a beard.”
Does his delusional concussion-scummed mind think this makes any sense? “And?”
Frank grabs my wrist, pulling me over the top of him in a straddle. “You’re going to have to keep me up all night, Gerard.”
The sultry tone of his voice, like honey, is enough to make me start to go hard. “Oh?”
Frank nods, and I kneel over him, dipping down to kiss him gently. As the kiss proceeds, I get more and more aggressive, our mouths gaping and greedy and reaching. I’m all over him and he’s so under me; we seem to intertwine in those moments. He slides his hands down the back of my pants, then slipping those gripping fingers underneath the waistband of my underpants.
I moan into his mouth the slightest bit as he squeezes my ass, not allowing his busy hands to stop his pulsating lips. Feeling his lips smirk against mine, I murmur something that gets lost in translation, and by translation, I mean his tongue.
Frank breaks the kiss momentarily, asking, “Come again?”
Blushing slightly, I confess, “Just wanted to say that I’m into that a lot, that’s all.”
Frank’s smile swells as he presses his lips back to mine, his hands grasping at my ass all over again. His hands slip around my hips and to the front of my pants where he fumbles with my button and fly. He manages to undo both, then starting to wiggle the pants down my legs. He grazes his fingernails against my inner thigh, thumbing the leg to my grey briefs.
“I like when you wear briefs,” Frank confesses. “They make you look really big.”
Reddening the slightest bit, I start to work on Frank’s pants, shuffling them down his thighs to reveal his boxers. I shift over slightly to bring down his underwear as well before standing, telling, “I’m going to grab a condom.”
“Put a sock on the door handle,” Frank orders. “I don’t want to scar August for life.”
“Good idea,” I agree, opening the door a crack to loop a sock over the handle before closing it again, locking it behind me just in case. “I doubt he has a key with him.” I make it over to my dresser, fishing a condom from my underwear drawer along with some lubricant. Tearing open the wrapper with my teeth, I roll the condom on over myself and begin to lube up as I stride back over to the bed. I hoist Frank over onto his stomach, propping him up with some pillows as I line up behind him. Reaching around his waist to grasp him, I work the shaft of his cock as I slip into him.
He grunts, then moans, purring, “Shit, Gerard. You’re so good at this.”
“I’ve had plenty of practice,” I joke, grabbing the back of his hair and bringing his head back a tad. I press some biting kisses into his neck, prompting him to say, “No hickies, please. Last time you went all Nosferatu on my ass. Literally, on my ass.”
I chuckle, replying, “No promises; I’m not the best with controlling these.”
Frank groans, sighing, “Hello, high-collared shirts.”
I roll my eyes, rocking back and forth with him. “I love you, Frank.” I kiss him at the base of his spine, making him shiver slightly beneath my touch.
“I love you, too.”
There’s only so much that both of us can take, and he’s the first to give, letting out a shuddering, quivering orgasm that precedes mine. We lay after, spooning slightly. I’m naked whereas he has his underwear on; the material of his boxers is thin and soft against me. Reaching around to grip the front of his waistband, I inform, “That was good.”
Frank nods vehemently. “It’s been a while.”
“Too long.”
We lay there for some twenty minutes longer before finally getting up to go to supper. We fix each other’s hair and Frank puts on a hoodie to try and hide the bruises forming on his neck. As he reaches for the door, I spank his ass, chirping, “Cute butt.”
He puts a hand over one cheek, whimpering, “Why me?”
Grabbing his wrist and pinning it against the back of the door, I pout and mock, “Poor baby.”
Frank looks up at me dotingly with his green eyes, lashes fluttering almost. He looks so perfect in that moment, so much so that I wish I could call him beautiful without others applying it to girls only. I kiss him once, then twice, then a final time for luck before heading out to supper finally, but not without retrieving the sock that had been looped over the doorknob, a symbol to one and to all that Gerard Way is back in the saddle.

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