Don't tell mom

Half of me wanted to chase my brother up the steps, but another part of me told me I shouldn't. The part of me that feared if he found out, it was wrong. It's sick and twisted, immoral. I'd be put away if anyone even knew what I thought of him. I had to block out my thoughts, I needed control and the only thing that gave me that, was Frank.

"What's with him?" Frank growled, making his way back on my bed.

"I-I'm not sure." My voice was quiet as my eyes stared at the closed door, the sound of him leaving replaying in my head.

"He's just a kid, he'll get over it."

"Get over what?" I turned to him with a questioning look.

"That there's rules, rules for him to follow." He said as he played with the faded nail polish on his hands.

"Oh." I sighed, mostly to myself. Knowing Frank was oblivious to my answer as he continued what he was doing until he turned to me once more.

"Hey come here." He smiled, his hand patting the spot next to him as he scooted to the side of the bed. I nodded as I crawled onto the bed next to him. His small frame moving closer to me as my arms were wrapped around him. His head in the crook of my neck, remembering his scent as my face was buried in his brown hair. I felt him shift as he reeled his arms to his chest as he was curled up against me. I smiled as my fingers traced circles on the back of his neck, over the jock o' lantern that was inked on his skin. I felt his mouth curl into a smile as he hummed in approval.

Something suddenly flipped a switch on Frank as he pulled away, his hair falling on his face, "is your record player fixed?"

"Yeah." I mumbled a response, watching his grin take control of his face as he sprung off the bed.
Huddling himself over his bag as his arm began digging around, his face lighting up as he pulled out a yellow card.
Without wasting a second as he scurried over to my desk, lifting the clear cover of my turn table as he pulled out the black disk. The needle scratching the vinyl before music started playing as he made his way back over to me.

"What are you doing?" I questioned as I watched him climb next to me.

"I found it at a rummage sake my mom dragged me to last weekend." He answered, his legs dangling off the side of the bed.

"Frank this isn't even your type of music?" I took a moment to actually listen to what was going on, the sound was a softer typ of rock.

"Cake is awesome." He whined, crossing his arms over his chest.

"This is geeked omigod." I laughed as I listened to the cheap rhyming lyrics.

"Say it again." He howled. "I dare you." He laughed, his fists playfully hitting my chest.

"Ok ok ok their not bad, alright." I laughed, my arms trying to catch his wrists as they kept flying at me.

"That's what I thought." He purred as he crawled closer to me.

"Sometimes I really don't understand you." I laughed pulling him on my lap.

"Well what's life without a little mystery?" He hummed as he wrapped his legs around me.

"You're really cheesy you know that." I smirked, tilting my head towards his.

"Excuse you." He laughed, his nose rubbing against mine.

"Shhh." I cooed, my hands swimming through his hair as my lips brushed across his. Frank kissing back as his hands laid on his lap, only my arms supporting him as they pulled him close. Planting kisses all around his face as I felt him smile.

"What time is it?" Frank suddenly pulled away.

"Almost two, why?"

"Is Mikey asleep?" He asked.

"Most likely, yeah." I answered, smiling as I imagined him curled up in his bed, the way he rolls up into a little ball, his tiny snores were barley noticeable if you carefully listened to them. Imagining that I'm the one holding him tight, keeping him safe.
But dark ink began dripping into the bright portrait, staining the canvas with the sick reality, the consequences of anyone finding out. Losing him forever.

My eyes opening to the real world, crashing myself on Frank, the only way I can truly get my mind of Mikey.

"Hmmm." He hummed, "so you want to do this." He smirked, his hand covering over my crotch.

"Only if you turn that off, I'm not doing it with that playing." I replied, pulling his wrists.

"After this song, I promise." He told me, his hands moving around my body. Face rubbing against my neck as he sang along, " Frank Sinatra sings stormy weather, the flies and spiders get along together."

"Yep were done." I laughed, pushing Frankie away.

"Fine! I'll turn it off." He defended himself, as he skipped to my desk, pulling the needle off the vinyl before hopping back next to me. His hands claiming their previous spot as he began palming me through my jeans. My mouth landing in the soft skin of his neck as I sucked on it, feeling his squirm under me as I bit his soft skin. Leaving marks around him, winning loud moans from them, hearing him shout name.

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"C'mon Frankie, you can do better than that." I groaned as I held his naked back, guiding him as he bounced on my lap. His nails digging into my back, slipping from the sweat that began to form. His mouth letting out desperate moans.

"Ge-Gerard." He whined.

"Louder." I smirked, panting over his neck.

"Gerard!" He practically screamed before I pushed him down farther, his words lost as they turned to pleading moans as I felt his body tensing up. Clutching onto me as my hands pushed his hips down harder. Warm liquid spilling from him as he climaxed.

I was second to start moaning out, reaching there myself in a matter of seconds. Our bodies sticking to each other as neither of us dared to move. He continued whimpering in my ear as my hands rubbed up and down his back. His nails loosening on my back as I felt warm liquid flow down my spine. Holding him tighter as I dropped into the bed, him pulling the covers over us as we slowly drifted off to sleep.

Notes

Alright. Chelsea here. I got smut, and I hope I don't have grammar errors but yeah Gerard's pov.

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