As I predicted I couldn't sleep the words Gerard last spoke before drifting off into a deep sleep still circle around in my brain.
If the boy was Bert then that means Gerard's in danger.
If Gerard's in danger I've got to help him.
I can not let that greesey haired boy touch my boyfriend. I cant even let him get close. the things Gerard told me about Bert the way he use to beat him the way Gerard thought it was normal, it all makes my stomach churn and i honestly starts to feel sick.
Right now there's only thing I know can calm my nervous down. my old friend the cancer stick. I slowly and quietly as to not wake Gerard climb out of the bed and start to re dress. however when I look at my phone screen and realise it's four in the morning I decide no one will be up to ask why I'm not wearing a shirt. I slip only my jeans on making sure my cigarettes and lighter are in the pockets and head out.
I chose on going into the back yard rather then the front just in-case any neighbours wander past and notice a small, still slightly intoxicated underage tattooed boy chain-smoking at four in the morning. I do giggle to myself at the thought though, I can see the look on their faces now ha.
Once I get into the Garden I shut the door and sit on the porch before fishing out my cigarettes and lighter, i take one cancer stick out placing it in-between my lips and lighting it. I inhale sharply making sure I breath in as much as the deadly toxic as I can and holding if for just as long before finally realising it into the orange morning sky.
The sky looks so pretty this morning, the sun which is just peaking up from the horizon is lighting everything up with a tint of orange also letting of a slight warmth which is some what comforting.
taking another nerve relaxing drag I let my mind wander on the situation. the Bert situation. It needed to be sorted, why was Bert here? why did he follow Gerard? most importantly what dose he want from Gerard?
all sort of horrible scenario's are running through my head and i subconsciously stub my cigarette out and light another one, only to smoke this one even faster.
what if Gerard gets hurt?
no I cant let that happen, what if Bert hurts me?
I soon realise that I've scared myself so much I've actually started hyperventilating, which is not good I do not want to have a panic attack right now. I quickly throw the third cigarette to the floor and head back inside the house. I stumble into the kitchen still breathing harshly feeling like there's no air even though my lungs desperately beg for it. I sit at the breakfast bar and hold my head in my hands counting slowly to calm my breathing. it's a trick I learnt a while ago it always help and soon my breathing back to normal.
I cant let those thoughts take over again, I've got to stay strong. for Gerard.

"breathing problems Frankie" a small voice asks startling me and I quickly look up to guide my eyes to the direction of the voice although I already know who it belongs too. Of all the times to annoy me or pest me josh has to pick right now barely seconds ago I was on verge of dying of a panic attack the last thing I need right now is him.
"please leave" I do not hesitate on asking him to go.
"aww Frankie, don't be like that" his voice is not upset its more teasing or mocking.
"what do you want josh?" I ask hold my head in my hands again staring down into the surface of the worktop.
"Frankie you could of died just then, I came to help"
"bullshit?!" I quickly blurt out "more like you came to watch me die"
"something like that" he whispers under his breath "don't act as if dying would be a bad thing Frankie" he says in an almost cocky tone.
"if it meant I was with you I think it would be a bad thing" I snap back
there a moment of silent... did I just offend my dead ex boyfriend
"only a few months ago you were begging to die darling" cunt. what a cunt why bring up my past.
"yes josh I wanted to die" I say in a rush pulling my head up to look at him dead in the eye, "wanted" I repeat "that's past tense josh, that's all in the past, I use to want to be with you but no more, I'm actually happy for once" my voice is loud and I realise everyone is still sleeping so I should probably keep the volume down.
"you were happy with me" his voice is quitter almost defeated
"I was happy before you selfishly took your own life" my come backs are quick
"it wasn't selfish Frankie" now josh is trying to use pity on me
"you left me josh no good bye or anything"
"i didn't leave I'm right here"
"your not though" i feel the tears prick in my eyes "your not josh. your dead your gone" i inhale sharply but i cant hold it in and i sob letting tears roll down my cheek "your just in my head" i whisper
"no Frankie no" he say walking closer to me
"yes josh" i whisper looking up a him through blurry tear vision "your not real, you were but your not anymore"
josh looks upset almost as if he's crying
" am real Frankie" he try's to argue but he knows what's coming
"you've got to go now josh," i say so quietly its almost not audible even to my own ears
"please don't" his voice calls out but its getting fainter. i close my eyes tightly and repeat to myself that's he's not real its a trick and if i want it enough he will go away.
and sure enough when i open my eyes he's gone.
if only he was gone forever.
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After a few minute of calming my self down after the whole josh situation i make my way back to Gerard's bedroom, pulling my jeans off once again and climbing back into the warm covers of the bed. i read my phone before putting it on the bedside table and notice it's now six in the morning. wow i was out there for two hours, that went by fast. i slowly turn on my side to let my eyes roll over Gerard and i soon realise I've had no sleep at all however i don't feel that tired.
I'm broken from my thoughts by the boy laid next to me, he stirs in his sleep and rolls over until he's laid on his back facing the ceiling.
"Frankie" i smile when i hear my name being spilled from his lips
"yes baby" i answer leaning up off the bed with my elbow slightly to look down at his face, although i soon realise he's still asleep.
"Frankie please" his voice is deep and needy. "Arrrggg yeah Frankie" the words seem to all jumble up into one long moan but i can hear him clearly and soon realise that Gerard is in-fact having a wet dream. at least it's a wet dream about me i suppose.
the sight which plays out in front of me is extremely erotic, Gerard fumbles around within the covers, tossing and turning mumbling all sorts of pleads and moans and soon he's loosened the blankets around him and pushed them off his body. now the bulge within the white boxers is clearly visible and it turns me on ore then anything. only one thought seems to be running though my head, what's a nice way to wake Gerard up.
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Gerard's P.O.V~~

My eyes slowly open and are met with the white ceiling although i don't have time to turn or roll over or even blink because a pleasurable shooting pain runs up my spine. a sort of tingle which makes my toes curl and my fingertips numb and instantly my mouth lets out a small moan which i had seemed to be holding back.
my body still in the "not quite woken up" mood makes sure my brain is two seconds behind my actions so when i lift my body up and see frank bend over in-between my legs it takes a second to realise what's happening. although my body responds for me and i moan once again.
my eyes roll over the scene, the most sexiest thing i have ever seen in my live. from my view i can see frank with his eyes open staring up at me a smirk on his stretched out red lips as he takes my cock in to the back of his throat, his body curled into a ball like shape however i can still see his ass sicking up behind him.
If my dick could get any harder I'm pretty sure it would at this sight.
"god Frankie" i moan out letting my head drop back into the pillows and letting one hand run down and run through frank's hair. he moans once i grab onto his lock which only sends vibrations through my body making my hips instinctively buck upwards further into his mouth. frank's hand comes up and holds my hip down, anchoring them to the bed and my throat lets out a whimper like noise which i try to cover up with a throaty moan.
I feel franks tongue come up to the head and lick at the slit of my head making my body shiver with pleasure "yes Frankie" i whisper encouraging him to continue although i doubt he would stop. i feel my hips trying to buck up again but to no use as frank's strong arms keeps them in place attached to the bed.
"close Frankie" i tell him feel a warmth pool in my lower stomach realisin I'm close to reaching my climax. frank now brings his free hand up and grabs the base of my cock and starts pumping it with the same speed as his sucks, keeping it all in time also making my moans louder and my breaths heavier. "oh god" i moan out along with other useless words and encouragement. just as I'm about to cum i feel franks arm release my hips as if he's giving me permission i tilt my head, ignoring my chins and look at him confused he just nods his head the slightest amount so i take that as a yes.
the hand which i hand tangled within his hair tightens a little and my hips start to move off the bed, thrusting up into his mouth with more seed and force, hitting the back of his throat every time, I'm almost scared in case i actually choke him. however its all over too soon when i feel frank swallowing around my head once it hits his throat in an almost milking like gesturer, pushing me over the edge and making me reach my climax quickly. my body jerks a little as i cum down his throat however he waste no time in swallowing it all, only a small amount escaping and running down his chin. i don't even look down once he releases me from his mouth before
"cm'here" my voice sounding breathless and scratchy. Frank soon complies and he climbs over my body, only now do i see the cum on his face
"so pretty baby" i whisper before licking his chin cleaning away my own cm which honestly was a little weird. he kisses me soon after making it lnog and passionate, tongue chasing tongue, teeth clashing against teeth although I'm pretty sure nether of us care too much. once he pulls away from the kiss i have to ask
"what did i do to deserve waking up to that?" i ask looking dead into them beautiful hazel eyes.
a smirk grows wide across his lips and he giggles the tiniest bit before "your were having a wet dream baby" i don't really remember anything abut a wet dream "you were moaning my name" at the words i feel my cheeks heat up a little and I'm certain a blush has made its way onto my face. "don't worry baby" he whispers "it was hot" i lean my head up off the pillow and seal his lips to mine before feeling his hips grind down into mine and i realise he's still hard and probably aching inside his boxers.
i grab hold of this hips and suddenly flip us over so I'm on top and he's got his back against the bed "that's better" i whisper before leaning down and kissing his lips again, i only wanted a close mouth kiss however after feeling Frankie run his tongue over my bottom lip how could i deny him entry and soon it become a heated make out session. how is he even lasting this long, I'd be begging by now.
i roll my hips down onto his and he brake the kiss to moans out loudly. "can i?" i ask reaching one hand down and squeezing his dick over the material of the boxers
"you don't have to ask baby" he whispers before kissing me once again, i brake the kiss this time but only to move my lips onto his neck before moving down to his collar bone sucking the skin there trying to leave a mark which will last at least a few days. after hearing frank moan out i pull away to look up at his face, his eyes are closed tightly and his mouth is dropped open letting moans slip out when ever.
when he realises I've stopped he opens his eyes to look at me concerned
"what" he asks as he studies my glare on him
"nothing you just look really hot in that collar" i tell him eyeing the red leather up from last nigh. his hand immediately reaches up and touches the leather
"shit" he hisses "Gerard i forgot about this" he says almost rolling his eyes at his own stupidness "I've been outside and everything" he tells me however i just shush him by kissing his lips again this time continuing to kiss him as i run a hand down his body before lightly travelling it under his boxers. i instantly wrap my hand around his throbbing cock and start to pump, i can already tell he wont last long. he starts humming and slightly moaning into the kiss as i make it deeper by pressing my tongue into his mouth while also continuing to pump him at a reasonably fast past making sure i don't drop the rhythm. he brakes the kiss to catch his breath and his moans instantly get louder and heavier and i smirk down at him before re attaching my lips to the skin on his collar bone. swapping from side to side leaving a number of hickies all while continue to jack him furiously.
i twist my hand as it's coming up his length he moans out "cclose gee, gunna" and i know then what to do and i quickly hold my hand at his tip and run my fingers over the slit teasingly.
i look up to watch him scrunch his face up tightly and once i stroke all the way down then back up adding the flick of wrist he's coming into my hand and all over his own stomach making his own face become a shade darker of red before actually remembering to breath again and quickly trying to regain some air to his lung. i let go of him and slowly peal my hand away from his boxers before wiping it on the bedding then slumping down net to him on the bed. i instantly roll over on to my side to look over his Gorgeous face
"your pretty when your blissed out" i whisper and he just smiles and turns his head to meet my eyes
"I'm i not always pretty" he asks putting on a fake pout as he does
"yes your always pretty" i whisper before leaning over and pecking his lips. "however you'd be a lot pretty if you had a shower" i say before giggling at myself like a loser "you need to shower too" he informs me "you smell gross"
"well thanks" i say giggling slightly still while nudging him with my elbow
"don't worry we can shower together" he says before rolling over, resting his head on my chest and cuddling up to me "yeah" i whisper "i'd like that"

Notes

this story needed more smut...
i have literally laid in bed all day. no lie
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