Some Other Way to Continue

I walk in my front door around midday. My head feels like there’s an army of monkeys playing the bongos and my stomach is turning violently. Even the light reflected on the ice crystals in the grass hurts my eyes so I can’t even look down as I make my way home.
I close the door, with a painfully loud bang, and say “I’m home!”
I can see my mom sitting in the kitchen counter with the door open. She’s on the phone and her expression is one of horror. She says something into the phone holding up a finger as if indicating “Wait a sec” and she drops it on the counter, sprinting toward me. “Are you okay?” she gushes holding both my cheeks and looking at me, eyes wide with terror.
“Yes I’m perfectly fine?” I say. What a terrible time for my voice to break. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“There was a terrible big party that the police broke up just outside of town. It was full of drugs and alcohol and my friend Jessica’s husband is one of the cops who broke it up and he says he saw your friends there,” her voice is trembling.
I don’t know what to say so I just stand there looking shocked and possibly guilty. My mom’s eyes narrow. Fuck. I’m so bad at lying and pretending and acting casual. I’m so glad we weren’t confronted by the guards because even though I had no involvement with drugs my “acting casual” would get me locked up.
“To your room, I’ll speak to you in a minute,” she hisses, dropping her hands dead and storming back into the kitchen. The slam of the door almost knocks me out with pain.
I sit uncomfortably on my bed for about half an hour. The suspense quite frankly kills me. I’d rather she came up here and screamed at me now rather than have me anticipate it.
When my mom finally appears in my doorway, hands on hips, I fear for my life. “You were there weren’t you?” she growls.
“Yes but I wasn’t involve-”
“Shh,” she cuts me off.
“I didn’t-”
“Shh shh.”
“Mom, I prom-”
“Shh Frank. I don’t want excuses. I don’t want you there involved with drugs and alcohol. Even if you didn’t take any drugs I do not want you around people who are. I just want to protect you. From people and things that are going to hurt you… so no more seeing those boys. You are so grounded. Not just that but you’re not allowed to use your phone or laptop without me in the room. All starting right now.” She picks up my computer and then extends her hand for my phone. She puts it in her pocket and storms out of the room. I lie back on my bed, shaking. How the fuck am I supposed to be a teenager if I can’t even see my friends outside of school. I sigh and stare at my ceiling until I get to hungry to stay there.

March seems to bring the first respite from the constant frost. It’s still very cold but the fact that the ground isn’t white and glassy means the teachers refuse to heat the school. I sit, shivering in Math as the teacher hands out the final triangle exam to make sure everyone gets it before moving on. She gave me an exam on the algebra chapters on Tuesday. Monday I worked through lunch with Patrick until I got everything. It seems I’m actually capable of algebra. My teacher puts my result on my desk as she hands out exams to everyone else.
A-. I stare at the red letter for about ten minutes in disbelief. I’ve never done so well in a math exam. Maybe mom will be so happy with it she’ll let me have my phone back. It’s a vain hope. I look around for Patricks eyes. I need to thank the dude.
I bombard him after class. He smiles at me and congratulates me. “Thanks. But thank you, honestly! How did the geometry go?” I ask walking with him toward the next class.
“Pretty good I think,” he smile modestly. He probably got an A+ as usual.

My mom was delighted. Not so delighted that every punishment is taken back and I can throw drug filled parties in my kitchen. The kind of delighted where she sticks my test on the fridge, phones my grandparents, and returns to me my phone. “You’re still not off the hook. No leaving the house, but I guess it isn’t fair on your friends to never hear from you. Especially after that boy helped you catch up and get an A in math.” I take my phone, delighted, and run up to my room to text Gerard that I am now contactable by phone.
I come home from ballet the next day covered in cold sweat and dying for a shower. Adrienne has become a drill sergeant in terms of agility. I think she believes if she shouts “grace!” enough we’ll learn to not make a noise as we land. I text Gerard all the way back in the car and then finally after procrastinating sitting on the bathroom floor I send, gtg take a shower.
Just before I step in I see my screen light up Can I join?
I should not have looked at that text before getting in the shower. I’m blaming that for the fact that as soon as I step under the water my downstairs starts throbbing. I scrub my hair as the water spills down over me but I can’t stop thinking about if Gerard was here with me and the throbbing gets worse. I’m reaching down to relieve it when I hear my mom outside shout, “hurry up Frank it’s been ages!”
I drop my hand from my own cock and wash the last of the shampoo out of my hair. I quickly scrub the body wash from my arms.
I loosely wrap a towel around my hips and gather up my clothes and phone to cover my stiffness. I walk awkwardly across the landing and into my bedroom. I drop everything and text Gerard again. I dress and text until mom calls me for dinner.
“So how was ballet?” Mom asks over meatloaf. “You didn’t speak in the car at all.”
I nod while eating another fork full. “I’m just tired. It was a tiring lesson.” I take another bite of the almost cold chewy meat loaf.
My mom sighs and eats her own portion. I put the things in the dishwasher and excuse myself to go to my room. “You can watch tv if you want,” my mom says as I walk out the door.
“I have homework,” I say in monotone. I’m just trying to guilt trip her into maybe being less strict. She sighs as I close the door on her silhouette by the sink.

Want to come over? Gerard texts after a while. I roll my eyes at the phone. Its pitch black outside. I can’t believe I’m spending yet another Friday night alone in my room without the will to even turn on the light or close the curtains. It feels like I’m back in Jersey.
I’d love to but you know I can’t I text back. I can hear my mom come up the stairs. I pretend to snore, it’s midnight so that’s believable. She sighs and I hear floorboards and door frames creak. The house is new but has the feel that it’s been here too long already.
Why not?
Because I’m grounded..?
Sneak out?
If I’m caught I’m so screwed
If
Let me get my jacket. What am I saying? Why did I fucking send that? Why isn’t there an option to take texts back yet?
YAYAYAYAY
I pull together all my will to get off my bed and put clothes on. I arrange my pillows and a wig I for some reason have, to look like I’m in bed, asleep.
I open up my window. It creaks loudly and cold air fills the room. I scoot onto the window sill and pull the curtains behind me. They blow back in the draft. I look down at the drive and gulp. My bedroom is positioned so one of my two windows is positioned just to the left of the garage roof. I check to make sure no one will see an all-black figure jumping from my window and shove the window closed at my back.
I push myself to the edge of the sill and then lunge, full force, at the garage. I land with plenty of space and then slide down the cheap slating to where the garage is just above the wall separating my property from my neighbour’s. I roll myself over and very easily hop down onto the concrete, it’s slippy with dew and I only have my footing for a second before I fall onto the ground next to me. Well that was fucking sore.
I put my hood up and walk down toward Gerard’s. He’s waiting for me in his front yard, a desolation of concrete, tarmac and dead potted plants. The love child of an urban and suburban dump. Gee smiles at me from under his own hood. It was drizzling rain.
As soon as I walk in his gate he jumps on me, kissing me and holding me steady so the shock of impact doesn’t knock me on my ass. After Gerard seems to calm down he pulls me into his garage and from there into his garage. Our garage and basement is solely for storage but Gerard has converted his basement into a dark bat-cave where he spends most of his time. He shares a bedroom with Mikey so this is where we usually hang out.
I sit on his couch-bed and he sits beside me. “I fucking missed you,” he says, turning to face me.
“We see each other on school,” I grin. He rolls his eyes but we both know what he means and we both feel the same. In school we may be very obviously “an item” but even most straight couples keep it PG on the school grounds.
I reach around to Gerard and kiss him with all the hunger a sexual contact starved teenager can. Gerard smiles into my mouth and I take that as an opportunity to bite his bottom lip lightly and tug on it.
He pulls away and I frown. “Do you want to…” he doesn’t finish the sentence, his eyes gleaming.
I redden and he suddenly looks concerned, like he offended me or wants to save me from his own suggestion. “You know I’ve never done it before,” I try to say but fail to be casual again.
He nods and smiles, “We don’t have to-”
“No I want to, just I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He grins, “it’s okay,” and pulls his jacket, t shirt and vest off all at once. I copy him, getting momentarily stuck but not enough that Gee noticed, hopefully. He grins even wider, “Fuck, Frankie, you’re so hot!”
“I’m actually kind of cold-” he cuts off my terrible joke with his lips on mine. He presses me against the back of the couch and I hold our heads close together. Gerard rhythmically moves his hips against mine and I can feel him stiffen and my pants tighten. I moan a little into his mouth as he moves himself against me.
My pants are getting tighter and tighter. Before I find it unbearable, Gerard slides his hands down and undoes his pants and then mine, never lifting his lips. We break apart only to remove the rest of our clothes and fling them aside. Gerard looks down at my completely naked self and I feel exposed yet seriously turned on. His silhouette block out the bare bulb leaving a shadow of his naked body across mine.
He kneels between my legs and puts his hands on my shoulders. He leans in to kiss me neck and then creates a path of firm kisses from my chin right down past my chest to my navel. I gasp as Gerard kisses right down to my cock but stops before he gets there. I moan in frustration and he grins up at me. It’s much too early I think to myself as I get harder and harder.
Gerard kisses his way back up quickly and then pulls us both over to lie lengthways on the couch bed. He lies just behind me and kisses behind my ear, “I’m going to top this time okay Frankie? Just the first time. Is that okay with you?” he whispers. I nod, I don’t trust myself to speak.
Gerard smiles, pressing his lips into my neck as he rubs by back gently and then caresses down over my hip and across my ass. I shiver and he presses his hand down. I reach back awkwardly and grab his cock. He’s not as hard as me, I realise so I stroke him up and down so I’m not too far ahead. Touching him only makes me harder though. He moans quietly and then moves his hand a bit further across me and then with one finger he enters me.
I gasp straight away and Gee pushes my hand away, rolling me onto my stomach. He reaches past my head with a free hand and grabs a tub of something, all the while moving in and out of me. I can hear him but not see him, all I know is he’s moving in another finger. I moan again and rock slightly back into him. He crooks his finger, hitting something in me that makes me gasp audibly and struggle to hold myself together. I’m so close and I know he’s only starting.
All of a sudden he leaves me. Being completely empty causes me to arch my back slightly and lift my body upwards in protest. Gee laughs a little and leans down across me, rubbing himself off my thigh, “do you want me in you Frank? Is that it?”
I nod and he moves directly over me. I feel him suck at a bit of skin on my neck then out of nowhere bite down and enter me. I gasp in shock and rock away but Gee is moving against me in rhythm now, each time pressing a little deeper. I breathe heavily, moving against him. “You gonna cum Frank?” he whispers in my ear, “You gonna cum for me?”
I shake my head at first but that quickly becomes a nod. Just as Gee moves all the way into me I let out a long strangled moan, spilling all over the sheet. A flood of ecstasy runs through me and out my mouth as a gasp. My breath remains heavy as Gee pulls out and cums on the back of my thighs.
I lower myself onto the bed, panting. I didn’t even realise I’d got up on all fours. Gerard lies half on me, half beside me. We remain there panting together for what feels like a long time, but a long time I wouldn’t shorten for anything.

Notes

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Hi y'all sorry if you've been waiting for this update I've been uber busy so today was literally my only chance to write this chapter, start to finish.
Sorry about the end if it seems stunted or just generally bad because it's my second time writing smut and my first time actually trying so it's a learning curve for me and all, literally all, constructive comments would be helpful ^-^