The Bet (Frerard)

Frank's POV

I bolt up from my sleep when I hear screaming.

Is Gerard alright?!

I rip the covers off of me and I stand up, prepared to run. Although I fall right on my face. The pain in my back came back. I manage to stand up, but then I hear the scream again. I bite my lip and run up the stairs.

I don't care about the pain in my back. If Gerard is in trouble, I need to get to him.

When I get upstairs I don't see anything, but I hear the front door slam. My head spins to the side and I rush to the front door.

I lick my lips, swallow, and open the door.

I gasp at the sight in front of me.

Gerard. Zacky. Blood.

A lot of blood.

The white snow is painted with the red liquid. I watch Gerard grab a hold of Zacky's neck and repeatedly bash his face into the snow.

I scream. Louder than I ever have.

Gerard's head snaps towards me, and I can't do anything.

I run towards them. I watch Zacky's unconscious figure on the ground, blood gushing from his nose.

Gerard grabs me before I can get any closer.

"LET GO OF ME!!" I scream and try to remove myself from his grasp.

"No, Frankie. Let's go inside." He says and I violently shake my head.

"NO! LET GO OF ME, FUCKER!" I shriek.

"Gerard!" I hear Mikey yell and I look at the door. I watch his expression change from mad to horrified.

"Oh my- ZACKY!" He yells and rushes towards him.

I bring my elbow into Gerard's stomach and he lets me go and falls to the ground. I run to Zacky, and I take off one of my gloves off and place it under his nostrils.

"Holy shit! We have to get him to a hospital!" Mikey yells and he drags him towards the car. Mikey runs inside and quickly grabs the keys, and runs backs out. He starts the car and we get Zacky into the back seat.

"What the-" Mikey's eyes go wide. "IS THIS CUM?!"

"Mikey what are you doing?!" Gerard gets up and walks towards us.

"Is this cum?!" Mikey yells in his face.

"It's my car! I can do what I want with it!" Gerard yells back.

"You know what? Fuck you! He was only joking! You didn't have to beat the shit out of him!" Mikey yells before getting in the car.

While they continue to scream at each other, I make my way to the passenger seat. Once we start backing up, Gerard notices I'm in the car and he rushes to my side. He rips the car door open and grabs my hips.

"Let go of me!" I shriek, but Gerard tries to get me out.

"Punch him!" Mikey yells. I bite my lip and place my hands on his shoulder and push him back. He looses his balance for a bit, but by the time he regains it, we are already driving away.

"What just happened?!" I yell, putting my seatbelt on.

"My brothers jealous. He's going crazy about the lube that Zacky apparently gave you, and then Zacky made a little joke about your cum, and he lost it! He pulled Zacky by the hair, and punched him in the nose. Then he dragged him downstairs and best him in the snow. This guy is fucking crazy!" He replies.

I swallow and think of Gerard. I'm worried about him. What if something happens to him?" I brush the thought away when I hear a distressed moan come do the back of the car.

I whip my head around and Zacky is clutching his bleeding nose.

"Zacky?! Are you alright?" I question.

"Yeah... Ger-Gerard's a fucking asshole." He spits and I bite my lip, not wanting to say anything. Gee was being a stupid asshole. Even I'm not going to deny it.

We get to the hospital about a minute later, considering the place is about a mile from their house. We check Zacky in and wait a painful twenty minutes. The nurse finally calls him and we check his nose.

"Yeah, it's definetly broken," the nurse mentions as she presses down on Zacky's nose in various spots. She pops it back into place and hands Zacky a series of bandages. "Change you're bandages every 12 hours for three days and then you wait six weeks and your good to go. Also take some Advil do the pain does down. I'll see you in four weeks to check if the healing is going as planned." She smiles and leaves the room.

I hear Mikey's phone beep as we walk out I the hospital and to the car.

"Fuck!" He yells and I raise my eyebrow. He stubbed his toe on his own tire and Zacky and I break out laughing. He flips us off an we get in the car.

As we're driving back home, Zacky wants coffee so Mikey begins to drive in that direction.

"Oh Frank, can you check my phone?" Mikey asks and I nod and pick it up. He tells me the code and I open the messages. I click in the new text and I bite my lip when I see the name 'Gerard'.

Gerard: where is the fucking NyQuil?!!!!

What the hell does Gerard need NyQuil for? That's a drug, and he doesn't need it. I look out the window and see we are in the neighborhood.

"Mikey can you stop? I think I'll walk home." I ask.

"Sure, we'll be back in about twenty minutes." Mikey says as he pulls the car over. I get out and close the door before running the in direction of the house.

Once I get there, I dig I into my pocket for a spare key Donna gave me. I quickly unlock the door, and once I step inside, in terrified.

It's silent.

Gerard would've been here, in the living room to see when I would have gotten home. I swallow and close the door. I go into the kitchen and what I see terrified me even more.

An empty NyQuil bottle.

Oh no.

The thing was full! I saw it this morning!

I begin to panic and I call out Gerard's name.

No response.

As I get closer to the basement, I can hear really loud music. I tip toe down the stairs and I'm afraid to open the door. If Geard did drink the NyQuil, he may be passed out, or high.

I open the door, an when I see the sight in front of me, I out my hand over my mouth.

Gerard is jacking off on his bed, completely naked. Not to mention, my bag had even been raided and my clothes are on the bed as well. His eyes are shut, and his mouth is a perfect 'O' shape. Suddenly his arm shoots out and grabs my dirty boxers. He places his on his face and breaths in deeply.

He's so high.

I shut off the music and when I do, Gerard's eyes shoot open.

"Frankie..." He slurs. "I was waiting for you to come home but," he gets off the bed, and begins to walk towards me.

Well I don't think this counts as walking. More like swaying. He looks drunk. His hard, really big, dark red cock hangs between his legs and is dripping wih precum, but I focus on his face. Once he gets to me, he pushes me hard against the wall.

"You were taking way too long, and I was way too horny. You see, you make me want to fuck you so hard in the ass that-" I slap him right across the face.

"You took fucking NyQuil?! A whole damn bottle of it?!" I yell in his face.

"Hunny Bunny... Now is that anyway to talk to your husband?" He slurs and I clench my fist.

"We aren't married Gerard. We're dating and you are high!" I poke his chest.

"We'll be married soon my love... Soooon..." He says before he presses his whole body against me. I squeal as he begins to grind against my leg, and I can feel my pants getting soaked with his precum.

"Come on baby... Let's have sex.... A lot of sex. Oh, oh, oh!!! I love having sex with you! Let's go have sexy sex someone dangerous, like the kitchen, or, or, or, in the park! Y-yeah.... You can ride me so hard on the swings. Ahh... Have I mentioned we should have sex?" He slurs before pausing up against me even more.

I raise my eyebrows, and I clench them.

What the fuck is he saying?

Suddenly he cums hard on my pants, and I hear it hit the floor. He backs up and I look at his bloodshot eyes. He falls back and lands hard on the floor. He turns over and vomits hard.

"Oh God! Gerard?" I rush to him and brush the hair out of his face. He continues to throw up and I rub his back.

Once he finishes, his body goes limp and he looks at me with tears in his eyes, and a small, sad voice.

"I'm sorry..."

Notes

I just love updating for you little shits!
So yeah, Gerard may have a slight problem.....

~Frerardified