Pills don't help but it sure is funny

Gerard P.O.V*


Soft touches, hard licks, I felt his hand grope around my neck and his
touch making me shiver. He took his hand into my pants and grabbed as
hard as possible. Making me squel out in excitement and pleasure,
he rushed it and grabbed my belt and seemed to struggle with getting it off me.
I felt his semi hard cock start to poke my thigh

I felt sickness draw onto my stomach, looking at my bruised neck and
the pill bottle ever so peaceful laying on the cold bathroom floor.

Getting used to the light I saw how small and messy it was here.
A small bathtub with a candle next to the tub faucet and
another pill bottle. A small white toilet almost right next to it and
a sink. The pill bottle being almost kicked to the bathtub.

It was a wonder that Frank hadn't hit his head inside here,
I should be thinking straight right now, god damn it.

A little picture being crushed behind the bathtub caught my attention.
Picking it up I wouldn't expect to see what I saw.

A guy that seemed very likely to be younger Frank sitting in a bathtub with
a tall man with long black hair and tattoos. It made me feel sick for
some reason. Like he didn't deserve to know Frank.

Says the guy that slept with Frank's boyfriend, well, fuck.

How were I gonna explain THAT to Frank?. I slept with his boyfriend,
my plan was basically to come here and see if he was a psycho and
then tell Frank. But of course little Gerard has to fuck it up.

I need to get out of here, Kit could come back at any time. And I don't
want his sober face to see me, especially right now. He might even recongize me
from earlier.

I toss for the light switch and run to take on my pants. I see a little of lube
stained on my pants, it even smelled like latex and rubber. Yuck,

Looking around the room I see the pictures which I'd seen before when I
visited Frank. I see the folders being thrown around with pictures dragged out,
I didn't think more about it.

I see my jacket laying on the floor and my sunglasses was in my pocket.

I quickly open the door and walk out trying not to seem suspious. I went without
locking the door obviously because I had no key. There sure was a lot of people in this hallway. From buisness men to hipsters and punk rockers.

But still they all seemed to never have seen a red haired boy with cum
and lube stains on his
pants.

I tried to look down and not stare at the people around me.
One boy caught my attention after all, he had brown hair to his shoulders
a lip ring and tattoos. A few of his friends were being quite loud and annoying.

He started to stare at me with violent eyes, I knew who this boy was.
That was the boy who beat me up. And I also saw his chubby friend and
a tall black haired teen who almost seem handsome.

He looked worried but still angry at me, I tried to look down and
inside I wanted to run away.

Notes

very short ooOOoo (can u guess who the boy is c;)


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