Gerard had a limit, however. It was a point where he lost control because of the teasing torment he caused himself. Having only ever touched the one he desired, he could only long for more. Once this limit was reached, there was no telling what Gerard might do. Once, he decided to guide the hand of Frank to his own body. Another time he dared to kiss his lips, snaking his tongue into the open, moaning mouth.

Each time his actions got worse. With each small pleasure he allowed himself, his longing grew. In one instance in particular, it caused quite a problem. You see, Gerard had heard the whimper and the moan, signaling he had found his way into Frank's perverse dreams. He had looked over and decided just to take some time doing exactly that. He looked, and as he looked a temptation overcame him. It was a great temptation, and try as he might to shove it down and stamp out the flame he was powerless to stop it.

His actions became not his own as he rose and walked across the bus to the bunk Frank was currently lying in. In the back of his mind he was grateful that Mikey, Ray, and Bob had left for a night on the town. Frank had opted to stay and sleep. As expected, Gerard had taken the opportunity and stayed behind also. This was clearly the wrong thing to do, as now he was gently unbuttoning the pants that belonged to the sleeping man. With the restraining clasp undone, he began to tug ever so slowly downward. Frank let out a tantalizing moan as the tight material slid over his erection.

Gerard licked his lips once the trousers were removed. Looking at the thin, bulging materials of Franklin's boxers was almost too much. In fact, it was too much. He couldn't bare being this close to seeing his toy in full and not go through with it. This thought filling his mind, he reached out and first removed the other man's shirt. The sight of Frank's naked torso, though it was one he had encountered before, was extremely tempting to his eyes. Only one thing now stood between him and the sight he truely wanted to see.

With shaky hands, he drew down the offending material of Frank's boxers. And there it was, Frank in all of his nude glory, and what a glory it was. The thought that Gerard had been keeping himself from looking and touching seemed irrational now. How had he possibly kept his sex drive satisfied with words and mental images? It was all he could do to keep from reaching out and wrapping his slim, artists hand around the other man's shaft.

"Gee, I'm cold. Warm me up," the words came from the lips of Frank. Gerard would have thought him awake had it not been for the seductive tone in which the sentence surfaced.

Despite the clear danger in doing so, Gerard decided to play along, "Now now, Frankie, you know I give the orders. You may beg me, and then I may decide to satisfy you."

Frank groaned, "Please Gee, I want you hot and sweaty on top of me."

Gerard felt a twitch in his pants at the words. At that point, a lusty haze ghosted over his mind, "Well, when you ask like that," he breathed out huskily before removing his own clothes.

All rational thought had left him. If he had any control over his actions before, it had now been buried by the sheer force of his want, his need for Frank's flesh on his. Once his clothing had been removed, he climed on top of the smaller man. He made sure to support himself and keep his weight off of Frank. However, once his length touched that of the other man his hips bucked down of their own accord. It was the most pleasurable thing Gerard had ever felt. He couldn't help but do it again, this time longer and harder.

"Mmmmmmm, Gee, just like that," Frank's words were laced with a slutty moan.

Gerard then continued to grind into the sleeping man. After all, it was what he wanted. His head threw back and his eyes fluttered closed in sheer bliss. Moans found their way out of his mouth, repeated by Frank. He could just feel the beginning of the tightening in his stomache when Frank spoke again.

"G-Gerard?" That in itself should have alerted the singer. in Frank's dreams, he was only ever "Gee." The implications of the name did not register in his mind, however and it wasn't until Frank yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" and threw him to the ground that he realized he had awakened him.

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Frank blinked blearily up. He had just awoken from a dream, the details of which he could not remember. He was aware of a pressure bearing down on his body. Through his eyes he could see the face of Gerard. Confusion swept over him at the expression his friend bore. He looked as if he was feeling immense pleasure. His eyes were closed and his mouth open. Moans were snaking from between his lips.

“G-Gerard?” He asked, just before the source of the pressure really registered in his mind. Hips were grinding into his. Naked hips. With horror, he realized what Gerard was really doing. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” he heard himself yell as he threw off the man who was on top of him.

He scrambled to his feet and backed against the wall. There was no way this was happening. There was just no way. Gerard was a gentleman. And he was straight. Yes, Frank was very certain of that fact. He had never been let in on the fact that when Gerard “went out” it was rarely to dinner, or with a female.

“Frank! Shit, you’re awake!” Gerard exclaimed, as if that fact needed to be pointed out.

Suddenly, Frank was angry. Scratch that, he wasn’t angry, he was pissed. Words tore their way out of his throat, “Sounds like that’s quite a shock to you, Gerard! Why is that?! Do people often stay asleep when you’re fucking raping them?!”

To Frank’s horror, Gerard simply smirked, “Why, Frank, it’s not rape if it’s willing.”

“What are you talking about?!” Frank said as color rushed to his cheeks. Something in that seductive tone had hit him in all the worst right ways, “I definitely would remember telling you to fuck me in my sleep.”

“Oh, Frank,” Gerard was walking toward him now, “You simply have to view that statement in a different context. You did ask me to fuck you while you were sleeping. However, while you were sleeping you asked me to fuck you.”

Frank ducked out of the way just as Gerard was trying to grab him, “There’s no way I did that! I’m straight!”

“Your subconscious mind doesn’t seem to think so. I believe your exact words were ‘Please Fuck me. I’m you’re bitch. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk. And that’s all I want.’”

Frank blanched. Those words felt familiar to him, though he didn’t know why. It was so sick and twisted. He knew there was no way he had ever said anything along those lines. Wordlessly, he shook his head, denying what he was slowly coming to wonder about. What if Gerard wasn’t lying?

“If you don’t trust me, just look down. Your body betrays you, Frankie. You want me. You want me bad.”

As the words left Gerard’s lips, Frank felt what he was talking about. He was hard. Very hard. He wondered briefly when that happened and why he hadn’t noticed it. Then he was on the move again, searching out his clothes. He had to get rid of any doubt that he had. He was not attracted to Gerard. He was a victim of unconscious rape. That was all. He left off his socks and boxers in his haste to get out the bus door. Then, he was running down the street.

He was vaguely aware of Gerard shouting after him. He stopped and turned, gazing back at the naked figure in the doorway, “I’m leaving, you fucking sicko. Have fun finding another fucking rhythm guitar,” and with those final words, he was off down the street…

Notes

For the record, you guys have proven just how perverted this generation is. Congrats! Now maybe you can go read some of my other stories. I promise fluff can be entertaining too.
Anyway, oppinion time again! Stop with an infuriating cliffhanger or make Gee go after him? Tell Me!