Wanna Be Somebodies

Frank’s P.O.V.
“Are either of you two one of our new wrestlers?” asks the ginger, who is the assumed leader of the pack, as is obvious by his ripped physique and faint stubble.
I raise my hand, telling, “That would be me.”
“No way,” a boy with glasses scoffs.
“Yeah right,” another agrees.
“Why?” I demand, starting to get irritated. I’ve been wrestling since I was eight; why do these jerks find me inadequate?
“You’re downright puny for a freshman!” the fourth one cackles, prompting the others to join in. All but the ginger laugh along like hyenas.
“I’m actually a junior,” I grumble, making the boys laugh even harder.
“I didn’t know that a weight class existed for someone your size,” another guffaws.
“Hey, who knows, maybe we’ll root for you sometime,” the ginger comforts, seemingly trying to make amends. He gives me a pleading look, which I’m about to be grateful for when one of his idiot friends interrupts,
“Yeah, it’s nice to cheer for the underdog!” He makes a lewd gesture at me before leaving, and the rest of his friends follow, the ginger reluctantly so.
“Wow, what a great start,” Gerard mutters.
“Hey, we have some jerks, inevitably. Our school really isn’t that bad. They were just teasing.” August’s words trip over each other as he spits out excuse after excuse to defend his school.
“Bullshit,” I growl, picking at my food. I’m too upset to eat now. I push my food away, and Gerard gives a worried glance, which I decide not to acknowledge because, again, I’m pissed.
Coulter spots us, and like the awkward flower that he is, gallops over with his legs that are physically healthy but still move as if they’ve never quite understood the concept of gravity. He sits down, nearly falling as he drops so quickly to his chair. “Hey, guys!”
“Coulter,” I mock cheer.
Gerard shoots me a disapproving look, which becomes even sterner when Coulter says blatantly,
“I know you don’t like me, Frank. But you’re going to have to deal with me because you’re my roommate and neither you nor I are willing to go through the process of switching.”
I remain quiet because, hey, the kid’s right, but Gerard nudges me and motions towards Coulter.
I roll my eyes and apologize, “Coulter, I’m sorry. I like you, I do.” I continue to toy with my food, admitting, “I’m just mad at someone else.”
“Who?” Coulter questions. “Do I know them?”
I ignore him, so August answers for me. “Matt Ellis and his goons.”
“Ohh….” Coulter trails off. He suggests, “Frank, I really wouldn’t worry about it if I were you. At some point or another, they attack everyone who is not at their elitist social standard.”
“So they’ll attack me?” Gerard asks.
“Well, by the looks of it, yes. You’re wearing a Star Wars shirt, your backpack has a Lilo and Stitch pin on it, and I can see that you are an experienced Dungeon Master,” Coulter answers.
“How did you know about the last part?” Gerard wonders.
“The advanced handbook in front of you was somewhat of an indicator,” Coulter replies.
Great. My roommate says the word “indicator” in casual conversation. I lay my head on the table, not caring that I sound whiny as I complain, “I want to go home.”
“Frank! We just got here!” Gerard scolds. “Besides, don’t pretend it’s all bad. Jesus, some douchebags give you their shitty opinions and you already want to leave.”
“Can’t I just dramatically bellyache without getting chided?” I retort.
“You can’t. Grow a pair,” Gerard barks.
I pout at Gerard, but he ignores me, looking the other way. “I’m going to bed,” I grumble, standing.
“Frank… come on!” Gerard calls. He catches up to me, and wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek in an attempt to cheer me up. “I’m sorry. Just cranky from the long drive, like you.”
“Well just what should we do about that?”
Gerard shoves me against the wall, pinning my wrists above my head. “I’m going to wipe that smile off your face.” He kisses me, pressing his lips violently against mine. His tongue swarms my mouth, and I grant him complete control. He takes my hand, pulling me into a bathroom.
Luckily for us, it locks from the inside. Gerard waits for the lock to click into place before he stops twisting it. He kicks off his shoes, and pulls off his socks. I tear off my clothes as Gerard steps out of his pants and removes his shirt.
I stay in my black briefs, whilst Gerard is completely nude. He strides over, yanking down my underwear with one hand and spinning me around to the other. My hips are pressed into the sink as Gerard pumps some liquid soap into his hand and runs it along his cock.
“You’re using soap as lube?” I scoff.
“Got any better ideas?” Gerard asks. He holds onto the sides of my hips, and slowly presses into me, slipping out and then back in. He reaches a single hand around to grab my dick and stroke the head, which gets my thighs quaking.
Gerard purrs in my ear as he exits and enters, and suddenly, he, grips my shoulder as he comes. He pants as he continues to jerk me off, desperate to get an orgasm out of me as well. I come after he licks the length of my spine and rubs the head of my cock at the same time.
Gerard pulls out, walking on weak knees. He puts on my underwear by mistake, so I tell him,
“That’s my pair.”
Gerard looks down at himself and smirks. “Well, I guess we’ll just wear each other’s.”
I smile and swipe Gerard’s navy boxer briefs off the ground, sliding into them. I wear my own pants and shirt and shoes, since all of these would be too short and too small for Gerard. Gerard unlocks the door, peeks out into the hallway, and takes my hand, whispering, “No one’s out there.”
We walk back to our own dorms, Gerard dropping me off at mine. He kisses my cheek and pets my hair, wishing,
“Have a good day tomorrow, princess.”
“Princess?” I reiterate.
Gerard nods, retorting, “What, do you want to be a queen?”
I giggle and shake my head, standing on my tippy toes to kiss Gerard. “Bye, babe.”
I head inside, and Gerard replies, “See you,” before venturing off to his own room.

Notes

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