The Bet (Frerard)

Gerard's POV

My heart stops as I see Mikey standing in the doorway. His face red, and his knuckles clenched. I realize that he is looking at me with Frank sitting on my dick.

Totally.

Naked.

"Get out!!!" I scream, and all Mikey does is slam the door, but he's still in the room.

Ah, shit. I forgot he needed to talk to me. I need to get Frank off of me, but by the looks of it. He's way too petrified to move. I mean, Frank wouldn't want anyone to see him without long sleeves, let alone fucking naked!

I hurry, and grab Frank's cock, and give it a squeeze, and he comes all over my chest.

"Gerard... N-no..." He gasps, and he obviously feels embarrassed that I made him cum in front of my brother.

"Gerard, get the fuck upstairs now, or I'm getting Dad!" He yells, and I watch Frank's eyes go wide, and he scurries off of me, and quickly crawls under my blanket, hiding himself.

"I'll be right back, Hun." I place a hand on Frank's foot, which is peeking out of the blanket. I give it a small squeeze before I stand up.

"Put on some Goddamn pants!" Mikey covers his eyes and I painfully slide pajama pants on. Keep in mind, I still have a fucking rock hard cock.

"And clean up that fucking cum!" He yells again. I grab black shirt and slide it on, before waddling over to Mikey.

My fucking dick hurts!

One painful minute later, we've made it to Mikey's room, and my dick is almost soft now. Mikey slams his door once we're inside and he wraps his hands around my neck.

"What the fuck did you do?" He growls.

Mikey's going to be so pissed.

"I-I had sex with Frank..." I admit and he let's go of my neck. He baries his he's in his palms and sighs.

"Did he say it?" He ask. "Did he say 'I love you?'"

I'm silent.

"Answer me ass hole!" He demands, and I bite my lip hard.

"Yes..." I whisper. I don't even see Mikey lundge at me, but the next thing I know, Mikey is straddling me, on his bed, with my neck in his hands, and he is yanking my head up and down.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE A STUPID FUCKFACE! WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THIS?! YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HIM! WHY? WHY? WHY?!" He screams in my face.

"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE HIM!" I scream back, and Mikey freezes.

"Y-you can't... You don't love anyone..." He whispers.

"I love Frank." I state, propping myself up on my elbows.

"G-Gerard.... You finished the bet... Either way, you're still going to break Frank's heart." He murmurs, and a sad look appears on his face.

"I-I won't..." He sighs and gets off of me and sits down next to me, and I sit up.

"Gee, this is Ray and Bob we're talking about here. Not to mention Lindsey. They'll crush him." He pauses. "They'll kill him."

"I still need to talk to him about that.. The suicide thing." I mumble.

"Go now." He says.

"Huh?"

"I said, talk to him now." He says and I stand up and walk to the door. I open it and I'm about to step out when I her Mikey's voice again.

"Gerard?"

"Yeah Mikes?"

He takes in a deep breathe and sniffles.

"Save him."

I nod and walk to my door. I see Frank sitting on my bed, facing the wall so his back is to me. He is playing with the blankets with his hands, twirling the ends in his fingers.

"Come on, Bunny. Let's put on a shirt." I mention, while puliing out a large white long-sleeved dress shirt. I walk over to Frank, and he looks upset. "What's wrong, Hun?" I question and sit down on the bed.

He shifts his position and looks at me.

"I just fell embarrassed... That's all..." He mutters, now playin with his fingers.

"Don't worry, Hun. You're amazing and I don't want you to feel embarrassed." I say, sliding the shirt on Frank, and beginning the buttons.

"Yeah, but... He saw us, you know..." He blushes.

"It's fine, sweetheart." I say and finish the buttons on the shirt, and I walk to my closet and searcher my boxers drawer, and I find a speedo-like boxer, that I never wore, because it was too small. But, now it'll fit Frank.

I walk back over to him, and I motion for him to stand up. He stands up on he bed, and I slide the underwear on.

"Don't put on any pants, I like you like this." I say, and he looks down and blushes even harder.

"But, I-it looks like I'm not wearing any underwear. And, won't you're parents not like this?" He asks, obviously avoiding the facts that he looks way too cute like this. The shirt is huge on him, so it reaches his middle thighs, and it gives me the nice impression that he isn't wearing boxers. Although he is, but if Mikey wasn't home, or Frank and I lived alone... He'd be walking around naked. I hold out my hand, and I guide him off the bed, and we begin to walk upstairs.

"My parents aren't even here, and they won't be coming back until later, because that Cristmas Party was in New York, and they like to stay on a hotel." I kiss Frank's temple, and we walk into the kitchen.

I sit him down on the bench and get out the stuff I need to make eggs. Frankie and I make small talk while I'm cooking, and once we begin eating, he doesn't be quiet, because apparently, my food is fucking delicious and he would die without it.

Frank's words, not mine.

After breakfast we settle down on the couch, and we watch cartoons and begin to talk again.

In finally going to ask him about the suicide thing.

I looked at Frank cuddled up into my side, and my hand rubs little circles in his thighs.

"Frankie?" I ask.

"Yes?" He replies, not taking his eyes off of Adventure Time.

"If I may ask.... Can you tell be about what happens four months ago?"

He immedatetly freezes.

"W-what do you mean?"

"The suicide attempt, Frank."

It's quiet for a few minutes but eventually Frank sighs, and begins talking.

"W-when you were dating that girl, Lucy. There was a rumor going around that you two had... Fucked, and I got really depressed. I would just st-stop talking, and my mom got really concerned, but I told her that I'm just fed up with school, and she doesn't need to worry." He takes in a deep breath. "Then I s-saw you and her, g-go into a sup-supply closet, and moments later I heard, the m-moans. I couldn't take it, Gee. I cried and cried, and cried. I didn't go home that day. I went straight to a park an sat on the swings."

I take in a deep breath, and lick my lips, wanting to know what happend next.

"There... Was a tire swing, and it was attached to a rope, a long one. I just... I wanted to be with you, and I couldn't, so I ripped the rope from the play set, and made a noose." He scratches his head, and continues looking at the television. "I hung it on the swing set, and t-tried to kill myself." He closes his eyes, and a sudden wave of sadness washes over me.

"Although, there was a volunteer, cleaning up the park, a-and she saw me, and cut the rope be-before I c-could have died."

A wave of silence washes over us, and I could tell Frank was done with his story.

I feel like shit.

Utter shit.

I was the cause of his almost-suicide. Fuck!

I move closer to Frank and I grab both if his shoulders, and I kiss him. I feel a wet trail on my cheeks, but I just let my tears flow. I wrap my arms around Frankie's torso and bring him closer.

"I-I'm so sorry." I sniffle. "I- love you..."

"I love you too Gerard." He kisses me backs, and all of a suddent the doorbell rings. Frank gently pulls away, and he wipes my tears. He smiles at me and kisses my forehead. He gets up and walks towards the front door, and I watch his legs move with every beautiful, graceful step. He grabs the door knob, and opens the door.

The next thing I hear would have made me go into murder mode, but now I'm happy that Frank has another friend. But he isn't allowed to see Frank with only a shirt and underwear!

"Zacky?"

Notes

Yeah, it was only Mikey, not a big surprise...
I will edit this soon, though! :)
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