The Bet (Frerard)

Gerard's POV

I regretted what I just said immediately. I watch as Frank looks up at me with a confused expression.

"What?" He asks innocently and I feel a lump appear in my throat and I can't seem to swallow it down.

I could do it. I could get it over with and tell Frank about the bet. I'd cry and apologize, and Frank would probably understand.

"I-I didn't say anything." I brush away the other idea, knowing I wouldn't be able to say it.

"Yes you did." He says sitting up.

"Lay back down Frank." I ask and he just crosses his arms and looks out the window. He sits on the edge of the seat, attempting to get away from me.

I sigh in defeat, but Frank will get over it in about an hour or so. I sit up and stretch, the cum dripping down my body.

"Let's go home then." I speak and I go to grab my shirt. Although I don't even make it a foot closer to the article of clothing before Frank is straddling me, pushing me against the back of the seat, and his mouth his on mine.

"Let's just stay here a bit, shall we?" Frank breathes, and I feel his cock getting hard again. Just the sound of his voice, dripping with lust and want; it makes me hard. I feel as my dick pushes up into the crack of Frank's ass, and he pushes our chests together.

He kisses my jaw and travels down to my neck. He begins to kiss in various places, trying to locate my sweet spot.

"Frank, we've had sex four times in less than twenty-four hours. I'm turning you into a sex crazed animal." I say. He removes his lips from my neck and looks at me. I notice his plump lips, red from the kissing. His skin is glowing, and it compliments his pink cheeks.

"Then teach me to do more." He begs and kisses me hard, his hands running through and pulling at my hair. While Frank kisses me deeply with his tongue and teeth, I reach my hand to the side of the back seat until I find a certain lever. I pull it and the seat we are in reclines backwards.

"Oof!" Frank says as he falls on my chest. He sits up though and he smiles before he raises himself up and plunges my cock inside him, once again.

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Frank and I slowly make out. Our hands roam each other's bodies, loving the feeling. It was unbelievable how I fell in love with this boy. It's all Ray and Bob's fault. Although I'll have to thank them in the end. As I feel Frank's warm, wet lips slip against mine, I realize how lucky I am to have him.

He isn't like the girls at school. He isn't like Lindsey.

He's Frank.

The boy I'm in love with.

The kissing concludes after a few more minutes and I snuggle Frank close to me. A blanket is draped over us, and I mentally thank Mikey for leaving it in the car. Frank's warm body pressed up against mine is one of the best things I could ever think of. I think about the conversation we had last night.

Frank and I could run away. Once we finish school, we could go anywhere. Although Frank would force me to go to art school, considering I've already been accepted. I place a gentle kiss on Frank's sleeping form in my arms.

I also asked Frank about kids.

Doesn't he even want them? I could most certainly see Frank holding a child that we adopted in his arms. The thought makes me smile and I pull Frank even closer.

"Gee..." I hear him mumble and he slightly scratches at my chest. My heart warms and speeds up looking at him. His eyes are gently shut, and I brushed his hair out of his face earlier. His lips are slightly parted, and not to mention; a bit swollen from all the kissing.

I watch him sleep.

I watch him breathe.

I don't even notice I'm crying until a tear falls I to his hair.

I'm hopelessly in love with Frank.

Even if I didn't want to love him anymore, it'd be impossible to stop.

Why would anyone want to hurt him? I mean, yeah I was going to break his heart, but I could never do that now. I now can never judge someone by looking at them. I want to get to know them and I want to understand them.

Everyone has a story.

And everyone's deserves to be heard.

I heard the beginning to Frank's story.

I want to be there when it ends.

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Frank was out cold. He didn't even move for the whole car ride. I put on his clothes and I fixed the back seat so he could continue sleeping. Once we get home, I take a look at Frank through the mirror.

He's still sleeping. I smile and get out of the car. I open the back door and I climb in. I carefully pick Frank up and I get out of the car safety. It wouldn't matter if I was stabbed with one-thousand knives. If someone were to lay a finger on Frank, I would rip their organs out and shove them down their throat.

I kick the car door close, and I try to find the key to the house with my lips, considering I needed to carry Frank, I put my keys to my mouth and I've been carrying them with my lips. Once I've gotten to the front door. I lean against the wall and my lips eventually get the house key. I bend down and after a few tries, I get the key into the lock. I bite down on the key and I turn my head, allowing the key to turn with me.

I smile as I get the lock unlocked. I stand back a bit and I use my foot to click down the lever that opens the door. The door slide open until it gently hits the wall of my house. I use my mouth again to obtain the key from the door and I kick the door shut. I spit the keys into the bowl by the door and I look around.

Zacky and Mikey aren't home?

Frank and I had sex twice. We snuggled and Frank fell asleep, so I stayed there with him for another thirty minutes. That's at least two and a half hours.

I slowly walk to the past the living room, the floor squeaking with every step. I suddenly hear giggling and my head bolts to the right and I look up the stairs. I raise my eyes brow and I continue to my room. I'm extra careful with Frank on the stairs, and once we are in my room, I tuck him in my bed. I watch his sleeping figure and I pull out my phone. I get in a nice position and I snap a picture.

Before I know it, I've taken fifty-three photos of Frank sleeping. I smile and I hear a loud laugh come from upstairs. I put my phone back in my pocket and I make my way upstairs.

The laughing continues as I conclude it's coming from Mikeys room. I open the door and I see both Mikey and Zacky look at me.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

"Oh nothing. We just watched you being Frank inside. We also watched you struggle with the door," Mikey giggles again.

"You suck at opening doors." Zacky laughs and my fists clench.

"Listen here punk! I don't need any of your fucking sas! Oh, and Frank definitely doesn't need any of your stupid, fucking lube! Stay away from him or I will rip out you're eye balls and smash them on the ground with your own fucking skull!" I scream at Zacky. "Have. I. Made. Myself. Clear?"

Zacky swallows.

"Yeah," he speak and I smile and turn around, exiting the room.

"Oh, Gerard?" I hear Zack ask.

"What?" I spit, not looking around.

"You have some of Frank's deliciously looking cum on your shirt."

Fuck.

I'm going to kill him.

Notes

HAHAHA!!! You guys wanted the update so here you go! ^u^
I'm probably going to update the next chapter tomorrow, and possibly post a chapter everyday, so...

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