Tell Me I'm An Angel

Gerard's P.O.V

I pull my knees up to my chest and hug them as I keep my eyes on the floor. Frank stares at me. I look at my hand. It's covered in blood. Fuck. If Mikey sees it, he'll get upset again. I stand up and wash my hand in the sink. It stings but I don't care. Once most of the bloods gone, I pat it dry with paper towels. Then I pull some bandages out of my bag and wrap my hand.
"What happened?" Frank asked.
"I hit the fucking wall remember?" I snapped not looking at him. I put the remaining bandages back in my bag. I search around it for my gloves. I can't let Mikey see my hand.
"No. I meant out back." Frank pushes. "What did I do?"
I finally find my black fingerless gloves and pull them on. Then I zip up my bag and swing it over my shoulder. My hand is hurting now. But thats good. Pain stopped me from thinking and remembering. I ignored Frank as I headed for the door. He blocked my exit.
"I wasn't trying to piss you off or upset you." He said.
I bow my head. "C..could you l..let m..me past, p...please?"
"Gerard." He pleads. "I was being serious. I really do think your hot. I kind of like you."
I looked at him. He was being serious. What the fuck? I'm not hot in any way. I knew that. Like I said before, weird kid. "I...I need t...to get t..to m...my b...brother." I stutter out. He still doesn't move so I push past him and rush out.

Frank's P.O.V

I'm not going to give in. I decide to follow him. Yeah I know. Creepy. But I have to find out more about him. I open the door and follow him to the front of the building. Mikeys there waiting for him. Gerard gives him a quick hug. Then they walk out of the gates.

Time Lapse>>>>>>>>>>

Ten minutes later.

They turned onto my street stopping at a big white house. The door opened and the tattoo guy shouted them. Gerard opened the gate and ran up the path with Mikey in tow. The door shut behind them.
I sighed then crossed the road to my house. I ran straight up to my room and looked out of my window at Gerards house. Oh my god. I can see Gerard moving about his room. I grab my binoculars from my drawer and use them to get a better look. Of course I made sure to look through a small gap in the curtains so I don't get spotted. I watch as he grabs a pair of grey sweat pants and a green band t-shirt. He drops them on the bed. Oh my god. He's stripping. Fuck. He's hot. I watch him as he takes off his hoodie. My hand reaches for my belt. I undo it along with the zip and button and drop them to the floor, stepping out of them. My boxers follow. I'm glad I locked my door now. He lifts his t-shirt off. I grab my length and begin to stroke it slowly. He unfastens his belt and jeans. Come on Gerard. He drops them to the floor and steps out of them. Then he reaches for the waistband of his boxers. I speed up slightly with the stroking. He pulls the boxers down. I'm going really fast now. He drops them, then steps out of them. I stare at him as I carry on jacking off. Man this is better than porn. He's big. I imagine what it would be like to have him inside me. Gerard smiles at something in the room then bends over to pick something up. His perfect ass in the air. I lose it, shooting my load all over the floor. I'm gonna love Gerard living there.

Gerard's P.O.V

I pick up my clothes and throw them in my laundry basket. The doors locked so I can go without clothing till I'm ready. Suddenly I get images of Frank in my head. I hate to admit it but he was sexy as hell. Although he's a few bricks short of a house. I can feel myself get hard. Fuck. I can not get to like Frank. I close my eyes and run my fingers through my hair. This is not good. I sigh and lay on my bed.

Notes

Dirty boy, Frank. Tut tut tut.xxx