He's Not Dead He Only Looks That Way

Once they get to Michelle’s car, she immediately disrobes, pulling off her shirt and leaving it by the steering wheel. She sits in her lacy black bra and jeans and pulls of Gerard’s shirt as well, kissing him wildly.
In between heavy kisses, she admits,
“I’m going to be…. Straight with you… I’m just doing this…. To get back at my boyfriend.”
Gerard stops, questioning, “Wait a minute, you’re using me?”
Michelle smiles sheepishly and nods, continuing, “He cheated on me, so I’m just doing the same. And I figured I’d do it with the dorkiest guy I could find-”
“Gee, thanks,” Gerard growls.
“You didn’t let me finish,” Michelle says. She places a hand on Gerard’s cheek, concluding, “The dorkiest guy I could find that’s still hot.”
Gerard blushes, and asks, “So, we’re doing this?”
She grins and nods, adding, “By the way, keep your stretch marks far away or I’ll gag.”
A pit forms in Gerard’s stomach, but he ignores it, agreeing, “Sure thing.” He undoes his belt and carefully removes his silver bat buckle. He shimmies his skinnies down to his ankles and leans over Michelle, a hand draped over her breast as he kisses her neck.
Michelle unhooks her bra and writhes out of it, placing it on the backseat. She rolls off her jeans, followed by her panties, which stay hooked around her ankles as Gerard towers over her, taking off his own boxer briefs and tossing them across the car.
Gerard tangles a hand in her hair as he fucks her, and she loves it.
She’s not loud, in fact, she’s as quiet as a mouse, but it’s obvious by her expressions that this is the best sex she’s had in a while.
For Gerard, this is the second time he’s gotten laid this month, the first time being in a bathroom at Adventure Land. Michelle’s totally fucking gorgeous, and she’s got an amazing body, but for some reason, it’s just not doing it for him. He’s pondering what’s missing when Michelle interrupts,
“Um, Gerard? You’re going soft.”
Gerard pulls out, turning red at an alarming rate. He tries to work his own cock a little, but it’s not use; he’s just getting less and less firm by the second.
Michelle rolls her eyes, stating in a bored tone, “Wow, you fucking lost your boner in the middle of sex. Can’t say that’s ever happened to me before.”
“I’m sorry, really, I’ve never had this problem,” Gerard apologizes. He tries to shut his eyes and imagine something sexy, but that’s not helping either.
“That was good enough, I guess,” Michelle murmurs. “You actually got your dick wet.”
“Are you sure? You don’t want me to go down on you or anything?” Gerard asks. “I’m really good at it.”“No, that’s fine,” Michelle assures. “I just needed a good fuck, and that’ll have to do.”
Gerard slips into his underwear, repeating, “I’m sorry, I really am.”
“It’s not your fault,” she admits. “And it was pretty good while it lasted.” She turns around, bending over to feel around the backseat. She finally grabs a Sharpie, uncaps it, and grabs Gerard by the boxer briefs, writing her phone number on the waistband. “Call me if you want to do this again, okay?”
“Will you still be with your boyfriend?” Gerard asks. “I don’t want to intrude.”
“You just did, remember?” Michelle points out. “And we’re staying together as far as I know.”
Gerard squirms into his jeans, followed by his shirt and shoes. He’s shoved out of the car and dismissed with a mere peck on the cheek and a wink of the eye.
Gerard wanders back to the house, figuring that he might as well get himself drunk. Before he can make it to the keg, he runs into Frank, who greets, “Gerard, hey! How’d things go with Michelle?”
Gerard immediately turns pink just thinking about it, so he lies, “Fine!”“Good, good,” Frank mutters, busying himself with his fingernails.
“Do you want to hang out in the backyard?” Gerard suggests. “We can listen to music from the car. It’s absolutely gorgeous out.”
“Sounds good,” Frank decides, following Gerard outside.
They lay out on the hood of Gerard’s car, Gerard’s hands behind his head and Frank’s resting across his ribcage. They’re listening to the Smashing Pumpkin’s Melon Collie And The Infinite Sadness album. Frank’s never heard it, but Gerard swears that it’s the best thing they’ve ever released, so Frank takes his word for it.
Smack dab in the middle of another song with growly vocals, Gerard asks, “So, Frank? Did you ever get laid?”
Frank blushes, confessing, “Almost. Not quite.”
They’re silent for what feels like forever, and Frank really hopes that Gerard’s satisfied with his answer and won’t press further. Just when Frank thinks he’s out of the sexuality dog house, Gerard questions, “You’re gay, aren’t you?”
Frank nearly falls off the car he’s so surprised, but he manages to limit his movement to widened eyes and raised eyebrows. “How… how do you know?”
Gerard snorts, “How could I not? Frank, some things in this world are obvious.”“Well, no one knows!” Frank retorts. “You have to promise you won’t tell anyone!”
“I won’t, I swear,” Gerard promises. He adds quietly, “They probably already know.”“Stop, just stop,” Frank snaps. “It’s not funny, I’m fucking serious.”
“Why?” Gerard questions. “What’s so bad about people knowing?”
“My dad would kill me, that’s what’s bad about it,” Frank responds. “He can’t know, okay? So you can’t tell anyone.”
“Well, if that’s what you want,” Gerard mumbles, head ducked.
“What about you?” Frank questions after a few moments silence. “A girl tonight asked me if you were gay, and I was pretty surprised that I didn’t know the answer.”
Gerard thumbs the rim of his plastic cup, then tipping it to his lips to swallow the last few gulps of alcohol. For a while, he doesn’t say anything, and it’s right before Frank’s about to repeat the question when Gerard answers,
“I’m bisexual, but I lean towards guys.”
Frank considers this, deciding, “That makes sense.”
They lay in silence for a while until Gerard suggests, “You know, you can just spend the night. It’s pretty late, and you’re definitely drunk.”
Frank shakes his head, topping off his beer. “I’m not drunk, just buzzed.”
“Well the point is, I doubt there’s a designated driver, and some of Mikey’s friends are crashing anyways,” Gerard explains. “It’s no trouble.”
“Okay,” Frank answers. “I’ll spend the night.”
Frank glances over to see Gerard smiling at him. Frank gets all flustered and immediately flicks his eyes in the other direction, but he can feel that Gerard’s still looking at him, and when he eventually does glance over him, Gerard’s just grinning at him like a doting idiot.
“What? What is it?” Frank sighs.
Gerard just keeps that stupid smile on his face and turns his head, and doesn’t ever answer him.

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