He gripped on my arm ferociously and pulled me towards his friends. My heart pounded harder than ever and I had no idea what was going to happen. I gulped harshly and started to sweat on my back from my nervousness. “Your gripping on my arm too hard,” I tell him. He turns around and glares at me. “Take it like a man,” he then yanks on my arm again. I yelp to myself and tried to pry him off. “Stop,” he hisses at me.

“Frank!” his friends shout at him, but quickly stop as soon as they noticed me. They all smirked and were looking at each other like they were hatching a plan to do something to me. I felt myself tremble in fear.

“Guys, this here is Gerard Way,” Frank announces. “The faggot of this school who has problems, most likely cuts himself and has insecurity problems,” Frank says, stating everything right. I was ashamed of how I looked and what I’ve done. “Oh,” one of his friends says smirking at me. “Frank, can we play with him?” they ask innocently. Frank quirks an eyebrow and scrunches his face. “He’s mine to play with,” he says laughing. My stomach dropped…fuck.

“Fine,” they say sounding like a child. “Maybe later,” Frank says and waves bye to them, pulling my arm with him.

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“Your coming home with me,” he says. I gave a confused face to him and he seen it. “Can I call my mom first?” I ask him. He snickers, “Hurry up,” he lets go of me and lets me dial my moms number. He tells me to stay within his sight. He makes me feel like a little kid. I’m 15 years old for fucks sake. The phone rings three times before my mom picks up.

“Yes Gerard?” my mom asks. “Mom, can I stay at my friends house today? He wants me over,” I half lie to her. He is NOT my friend, but he does want me over. I don’t know why though?

“You made a friend!” she squeals. I pull the phone away from my ear. I know this sounds sad, but I’m an outsider, outcast, loner, nobody, never will be child. “Yes mom , now can I?” I say sounding annoyed. “Okay okay yes!” she says and I almost felt my stomach drop. I was hoping she said no. I don’t wanna go with him. “Bye mom,” I say and she says her goodbyes and tells me all the procedures of safety and how she’s so proud of me. I roll my eyes and groan.

I hang up and walk back to the bastard, I don’t even know if he has a father. “Get in the car,” he says. I finally noticed he had a 76 chevelle charger. I gaped at it, he chuckled. “I’m taking it you like it,” he says. I smile shyly, he laughed. “Get in,” he demands again. I open up the passenger side and slide into it. It was nice and comfy, I don’t ever want to leave this seat.

He started the car and I felt the vibration of it. He kick started it and stepped the gas pedal to make it roar. Girls were whistling at him and he smirked. I swear to god if Mr. Way down there doesn’t go way down, I’m going to have the worst day of my life. Getting hard over Frank Iero showing off his sexy fucking car. He looked at me and smirked, I gulped and tore my gaze from him and stared straight ahead. He chuckled and put the car in reverse. We were on our way to his house.

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We pulled up into the most expensive, big housed, fancy car neighborhood. I gawked at everything I saw, I live in the slum side of Jersey. I feel very poor now and underclass. Houses were fucking huge! Mansions almost, but were much closer together like a regular neighborhood. “I’m guessing your pretty low class huh?” he asks me. I nod and pull a small smile to him. “Its okay, your lucky,” he says and I stare intently at him. What? “Yeah I know I’m weird, you have more experience than I do when it comes to low class druggy people. I don’t know how to survive them, but I do know money always works, so I don’t mind being rich,” he says. I nod my head understanding. I honestly always run from everyone and hide in my room.

“So this is home,” he announces and I stare at his house. It was the biggest one here. “Out,” he says when he got out of the car. I regretfully pulled out of the seat and closed his door softly, careful not to damage it. I followed him to the front door as he let me in. “Mom I’m home!” he shouts. “Oh hi Frankie! Who’s your friend?” a very nice beautiful looking woman comes out of a room. “This here is Gerard and I’m helping him with his…problems,” he answers. I roll my eyes at the way he says it, like I’m a disease. “Oh that’s nice, want anything?” she asks. “No mom…bye mom,” he grips my arm and pulls me up a staircase that looks like its worth more than my house, my things, my car, my furniture, even me and my mom both, and we still wouldn’t be worth anything. “Frankie, have fun with your new friend!” his mom shouts. He rolls his eyes and groans.

“I swear what’s wrong with that woman,” he says. I snicker. He snaps his head at me and glares. “She’s nothing compared to my mom,” I say to him. He furrows his eyebrows. “She’s always on crack, so she’s practically happy all the time,” I say. He smirks at me and shakes his head.

He then leads me into a long ass hallway. “Really?” I ask. He laughs, “Your quite funny, I like it,” he admits. He then lets go of my arm and I thanked God. His comment made me smile for once. “Uh…thanks,” I say. He leads me to his room and opens the door for me. I smile and walk in. I stood in the middle and felt my heart stop.

He had guitars, posters, frames, and oh my god a bean bag chair! All in his fucking room, It was twice the size of my living room, practically my whole house. “You like everything I like,” I say to him. He smiles at me, “I know,” he replies. “I love your room so much right now,” I admit and he laughs. “you’ll love the bed more than the room,” he says smirking at me. I furrow my eyebrows, “Is it a waterbed?” I ask. He laughs and locks his door. I felt uncomfortable after he did that. He may be nice to me now, but who knows how his moods work.

“No, its not, just a regular bed,” he says. “Then why would I like the bed more?” I was confused as hell.

He walked towards me slowly and I backed up a little, he was pursuing me to the bed. “Uh…what are you doing?” I was nervous and scared. He smirks at me the whole time he was coming at me. I finally felt something hit he back of my knees and I felt back first to the bed. He smiled and quickly straddled me.

I was scared shitless now! “Frank what are you doing?” I ask frantically. “What do you want?” I kept throwing questions at him. He finally answers me, “You.”

I gulped and furrowed my eyebrows. “Me?” I say puzzled. He nods and smiles at me, eyes filled with lust. “I finally have you all to myself,” he says seductively. I gulp and I swear Mr. Way was ready to be gulped. “Did you really think I would let my friends play with you?” I shake my head yes. He laughs, “I want you for a different reason,” he admits. He slowly started rubbing my thighs. My skin prickled from his touch. I exhaled slowly and stared straight into his eyes. “I don’t understand,” I finally stammer.

“Gerard I’ve been watching you,” he admits and I gulp harshly, “Yes I stalked you on purpose, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I laid my eyes on,” he says leaning down and kissing my neck. “These tight pants you wear,” he rubs the cloth of my pants and inches towards my crotch. I tremble and he snickers into my neck. “The band shirts you wear, I like a lot,” he slowly places his hand under my shirt.
“This beautiful soft raven hair you have on your head, I like it when its short,” he lifts his hands to my head and digs his fingers into my hair, pulling softly. I felt myself growing and I couldn’t stop myself. “Especially when you stare at me,” he says staring straight into mine, “drooling over me,” he kept going, “and that turned me on, you wanted me so bad I could tell in your face and whenever you realized I noticed, you turned away. Gerard you make me so hard,” he says and presses his lips against mine. I squealed and pulled away from him. He gave me a confused look and smirked. Is this really happening? Is Frank Iero really telling me he got hard over me? Does Frank Iero really want me? Is he really kissing me and telling me these things?

“Uh… I don’t know what you’ve been seeing,” I say and pushed him off of me to get up. I stood up, but he instantly grabbed my arm and pushed me down on the bed again. “Your not going anywhere, until I have what I’ve been wanting from you,” he hisses. I gulp and tried to push him off of me. For a small guy he’s pretty strong. We’re practically the same height what am I saying? He’s just more muscular than I. I have a body of a ten year old boy, at least I have meat.

“Your not going anywhere,” he says. I gulp harshly this time and stared at him horrified. “What do you want from me?” I ask. He snickers and kisses my neck slowly. I shivered and softly gripped his shirt.

“I want to feel inside you,” he whispers in my ear. I swear to god my heart stopped beating. He snickers again and for some reason it sounded ten times hotter than usual.

“Your getting hard for me young one,” he says and I giggled at his comment. He then gets off of me and tells me to stand up. He sits on the bed and I stand there awkwardly waiting for him. I’ve been fantasizing, jerking off for this, hoping, for the longest time.

He motions me to come closer to him and I obey. He pulls me by my waist to come even closer to him and I gasp. He places his hands on my hips and slowly made his way down to my crotch area. He told me to spread my legs a little and so I do. I have no idea how to do this. I’m still a virgin.

“Frank,” I finally say. “Yes?” he questions. “I’m nervous and scared,” I admit. He smiles at me, “Its okay I have lots of experience with this,” he assures me. I nod, “Tell me when your scared so I can fix it,” he says and I smile shyly and nod again.

He then started rubbing between my thighs making me get harder than I already was. My dick was hurting in these fucking pants. He smiles and made his hands towards the buttoning of my pants. He unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper. I started to feel self conscious and nervous again. He smiles and leaves my pants open, he then makes his way to the hem of my shirt. He stands up and pulls it off of me. I felt completely exposed to him even though its just my shirt, he noticed me being very nervous and I crossed my arms. He unfolded my arms and smirked at me. “So pretty,” he says and started kissing my neck. I then made his way down my chest, kissing tenderly soft and I closed my eyes enjoying the moment. He finally pulled down my pants along with my boxers. Mr. Way sprang out into action.

He smirked and I nervously looked down at him. He licked his lips and stared at my dick for a while. “I make you so hard,” he says and I gulped. I was now completely completely exposed to him. I felt naked and unrevealed, exposed all my secrets. He stands up on his feet again and wrapped his arms around me. I shivered when his soft lips made contact with my skin again. “So beautiful, why do you do this to yourself?” he whispers. He touches the scars on my arm and rubs them. I look down and avoid any eye contact with him. He lifts his hand to my chin and makes me look at him in the eyes. “Don’t do this anymore, will you stop?” he asks concerned. I was surprised he actually cared. I nod and he smiles, he then traveled his hands back down to my waist and turned us around so I can be pushed down on the bed. He quickly let go of me and pulled off his shirt and pants. Staying only in his boxers.

I stared at his wondrously luscious body. He was inked all over and I was fond of the scorpion tattoo he had on his neck. I didn’t dare touch him though, afraid he wont like it. He smirked at me, he knows I want to feel him. “Its okay I wont bite,” he says and he pulls me closer to him again. He places his lips on my neck again, just right under the ear. He starts nibbling, I feel his teeth grazing against my skin. “So fucking beautiful,” he kept whispering to me. His nibbling turned into biting and sucking. I felt his tongue wet against that part of my skin. Trying to leave a mark, like he wants to own me. He finally pushes me down onto the bed and pulls off his own boxers. I felt his skin all over me. I felt his erection against mine. He started grinding into mine and I let out a small moan. I felt him smirk against my skin as he continued to sabotage my neck. He kept moving in circular motions counterclockwise. He kept getting rougher by the second, making sure I felt every part of him. His hands roamed all over my body simultaneously.

He kept biting harder down on my neck as his grinding copied the actions of his mouth. I let out another small moan. He finally finished with my neck and he lifted his head. He smirks at me and runs his thumb over the mark he had just made, proud of it. “Your mine now,” he says and kept grinding into me. He then smashed his lips against mine, moving our lips in sync. He forced my mouth open with his tongue and shoved it into mine. He started exploring my mouth, running it along the roof of it, tasting my tongue and mine trying to succeed by taking back my territory. He wouldn’t allow it, he obviously dominated my entire body anyways, so I just gave up and let him overtake me with pleasure.

I moaned into his mouth finally and he smiled against my lips. He then trailed his hands down my sides to my hips. He went in between us and slowly started spreading my legs. I panicked for a moment and he must have noticed. “Ssshh…I’m not doing anything yet,” he says. He kissed my jaw line and closed my eyes, feeling his lips all over me. He went down a little and kissed my chest softly. For the time being in here, I thought he was rough, but apparently he likes being tender and loving or is that only to me. I was curious so I have to ask. “Do you act like this with everyone?” I say. He stops what he’s doing and leans back up so our faces meet again. “What do you mean?” he was puzzled. “Your so loving and soft,” I explain. He smiles and chuckles while at it. “If you must know, no,” he answers. I furrow my eyebrows. “You’re the special one. Why? Because I wanted you for a long time,” he says to me and pecks my lips. My heart fluttered and for the first time I felt like I belong.

“Don’t let anybody tell you that your worthless,” he says, “Not even me, I just always pulled a show in front of everyone, I’m sorry,” he says and I instantly became angry. “Why?” I demanded. He gulped and his eyes were filled with concern. “I was ashamed that I wanted you,” he admits. My heart completely shattered after that, well not completely, at least he still wanted me, I hope. “So you bullied me and hurt me until I almost committed suicide?” I said angrily. “I’m sorry , I know I’m horrible, this is how I’m making it up to you,” he says. I then became furious. “By fucking me!” I yell at him. His face was pasted in hurt. Why was he hurt?

“No, I wanted to show you that I really wanted you, I know we may not know each other or you think we don’t know each other, I actually know you better than anyone,” I was completely disgusted. He was stalking me and the fact that I’m younger than him. I felt vulnerable and weak, he was 18...I’m 15.

“Get off of me!” I tried pushing him off. He wouldn’t move, he wasn’t letting me, until I gave him what he wanted. He didn’t care about my feelings. He thinks with his dick, not his mind.

“Get off of me or I’ll scream,” I threatened. Just as I thought he wouldn’t let go, he kissed me roughly to make sure I don’t scream. I wouldn’t kiss him back, I was trying to get away from him. He was holding onto my wrists and placed them over my head. He kept trying to get me to kiss him back, I wouldn’t. My thoughts completely changed about him now. He may be hot, but he’s a freak who likes younger kids.

He finally departs his lips from mine and I noticed how red they were from the pressure he was forcing upon me. “Please don’t go,” he begs. I squirmed and struggled to get away from him. He was gripping more forcefully now onto my wrists. “Let me go please,” I begged now. “Please stay with me,” he says almost desperate. “I want you, I always have, I wont bully you, I wont hurt you, I promise, just let me make love to you,” he begs. “I don’t even know you!” I shoot back at him. I curse myself for letting him go this far with me. “Then lets get to know each other then,” he suggests, “In the flesh,” he says. I was completely disgusted and afraid of him. “Please stop this,” I beg one last time.

“Be my boyfriend?” he asks. I stopped fighting back and stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?” I ask him, he nods and I could tell he wasn’t playing around. “Why would I be your boyfriend after you deliberately tried to get inside me?” I ask him. He shrugs with a face full of hope. “That’s how bad I wanted you,” he says sounding a bit defeated. He loosens his grip on my wrists and tore his eyes away from mine. I felt bad and I cursed myself again for falling for his trap, but to be honest I wanted him bad to.

I’m on the verge of allowing this to happen, yet confused.

Notes

I kinda suck at smut sorry :/
-Zee