You should have never come

..."I hope you slept well," Frank's voice hissed harshly right above his ear, making him flinch. "And your memory better last,"He gave Gerard's shoulder a strong squeeze before letting go and marching away from their table

Narrator's POV

When Gerard was sure that Frank was back at the counselor table he quickly arose from his chair, not saying a word to his friends. He rushed to the lunch lady in the corner of the dining, who was currently generously pouring tea in a small girl's cup. It almost spilled over the top, and the kid's hands were shaking under the weight of the liquid. Finally the woman was satisfied with the result and threw three cubes of sugar in, waving away the confused girl and setting the pot on the table next to her with a thump. She then turned around, looking Gerard over, raising her eyebrows in a sarcastic amusement.

He definitely wasn't giving out a happy or a confident vibe- the teenager's spine was crooked, making his tall figure look small and fragile, fingers interlocked together, fire-truck red, unbrushed hair covering half of his deathly pale face and tired, timid eyes, surrounded by dark circles which were practically screaming INSOMNIA!. His gaze was pointed straight at the floor, and he definitely felt very uneasy.

"Watcha want, young man?" She asked impatiently and Gerard felt color rush into his cheeks. He hated asking people for anything, even the smallest things. He'd probably rather die of internal bleeding than asking someone to call the emergency.

"Uh, coffee?" he mumbled unsurely, looking up at the woman for a split second before darting his eyes away again. Never make eye contact with someone if you have social anxiety, if you don't want to faint.

"What? Speak up!" this was probably going to scar him forever, but she didn't want to deal with some shy kid for the rest of the day. After all, she was here to mop the floor, not fix communication with odd teens.

"Coffee, please," he repeated a little louder now. The lady's eyebrows rose to her forehead, and she barked out a laugh. Was this his first time in a camp or what?

"Sorry kid, the coffee is only for counselors," she managed to say between the laughs, which the boy found kinda offensive. Gerard didn't find anything funny in the situation, but he didn't protest against the rules. What good would it do? He'd only embarrass himself even more, and he wasn't looking forward to that. He obediently returned to his table, trying to not pay attention to Frank, who was glaring at him across the dining. What's his problem anyway? Aren't counselors supposed to be nice? Aren't they supposed to be your friends?

Gerard had to admit that he was kind of scared of the tattooed counselor now, he did seem pretty angry yesterday. And totally creepy today. Was fear his weapon against teenagers because he doesn't know what else he's supposed to do?

The only good thing about the situation was that they got their phones back. And they'll be able to get snacks in their room. AND they'll get to hear Frank orgasm.

So after all, maybe everything isn't that bad. As long as Gerard is able to completely avoid Frank, he wasn't going to bother him, well, at least if he doesn't get physical. Like you know, hit him or something. You can't really ignore that.

Locking people out of his life like that was no new to Gee, he had to do it quite often in the past. It's a way to get over fights and quarrels, when it's obvious a friendship or whatever was going on between the two people can't be fixed. In that case, you just ignore the person for a couple of years until you completely forget why you were even friends in the first place, and by that time, none of you gives the smallest shit about each other. It might be difficult in the beginning if your "friend" is still willing to talk.

Still, works every time.

Except, it wasn't really the same in this situation. Gerard just had to talk to Frank, you can't ignore a counselor, especially when he supposedly will go to almost every activity with you. The only option Gerard had was to go with the flow and see what happens. He could always pretend he was sick and call his mom to pick him up a week earlier.

But at the same time, Gerard didn't want Frank to leave him alone. He wasn't sure, but he thought that the counselor paid more attention (even though it was negative) to him and not any of his roommates. Could it be powered by affection? Probably not, Gerard thought, seems more like hate, but the boy was still oddly flattered. Frank's fingers felt nice on his shoulder... What?

Suddenly Gerard's thread of thoughts was interrupted by a ringing bell. His head snapped sideways to where the sound was coming from.

Ballash was standing in front of the tables, a small bell in his hand, waiting for the kids to catch up with what was happening.

"Good mornin', did you sleep well in a new place?"

A cheer came from the crowd, mostly the voices of the elementary group mixed together. Of course, they don't need coffee for a morning to be good.

"Good, because we are going to get active today,"

Now he was answered by lazy groans of protest.

"Hey! You didn't think you'd spend all day in the hotel, right? Anyways, I'm going to let Worm tell you what we are doing after breakfast.

The blond woman took several steps towards Ballash, pulling a crumbled paper from the front pocket of her bleached jeans and looking it over.

"This is the plan for the first part of the day. Elementary is going horse riding with Charlotte and Tim, medium is going with me for a two hour hour hike in the forest, and the upper is going to a climbing wall with Ballash and Frankie," she looked up at the kids with a smile. "We are all coming back here for lunch,"

***
Time Lapse- one hour later

Gerard's POV

God, I fucking hate climbing walls, I always have and I always wilI. I hate how you have to have all those straps around you- they are always too tight around the thighs, over-highlighting your ass and junk. I feel practically naked, you can literally see everything. And then when you actually climb, the same fucking stripes always pull your shirt up, and you can't even fix it back in place or you fall, which is pretty scary when you aren't prepared for it. AND I look horrible in a helmet.

Put all these together- climbing walls suck.

"Do you think we can skip this?" I ask Diego as we walk obediently behind the crowd, led by Ballash. Frank is right behind us, doing something on his phone. It looks like he's taking pictures, but I'm trying to not look back at him too often. If we make eye contact, I'll probably drop dead right there. Or faint. I don't know which one I'd prefer more. Probably die.

"Maybe. Are you scared of heights?"

"Pfff, no, what the hell, of course not. I just don't like climbing walls,"

"Aww, little Gee is scared of heights?" He cooes playfully, raising his eyebrows.

"Fuck off," I laugh, nudging him in the ribs with an elbow pretty hard. I'm trying to act natural, knowing that Frank can hear every word of our conversation. If he cares enough to listen to us, of course.

"I don't like climbing walls either," Diego suddenly confesses. "I hate how tight they are, pressing into your dick and shit, it hurts,"

Before I have time to agree with him, Frank interrupts me and I turn my head to face him.

"Hey, don't cuss," he calls out, looking up from his phone and locking eyes with me for a second before they dart back to Diego. I wish I could touch his skin, it looks really smooth, as if it's made of plastic. Diego looks at him curiously, his hazel eyes sparkling with a mix of laugher and confusion.

"Dude, you are 19,"

"So what?"

"You swear too,"

"Well, I'm responsible for you, I was instructed to not let you use inappropriate language," Frank retorts, shutting Diego up completely. He then speeds up, walking right past Us and catching up with Ballash. I look at his ass for a moment before glancing away. I wouldn't want anyone to see me staring at him, it would be hella awkward.

"What an asshole," Diego finally says after a moment of silence.

"I know, I thought he was nicer when he took me to the nurse yesterday,"

"I thought he would be the coolest counselor, and instead he's a creep," Diego breathes out disappointedly and I nod in agreement.

***
Time lapse- the climbing wall.

Gerard's POV

Well, this is it. The what, fifth circle of hell it is? I lost count.

The climbing wall is placed in the middle of a huge grassy field, and it looks extremely lonely and out of place. The sun is burning my skin, and they didn't even care enough to put an umbrella here or something. This is fucking great.

I'm going right after that kid with glasses, whose knuckles are already white and he's groaning in agony even though he's been up that wall for no more than two minutes. He probably made it two meters up, and it looks like he's not going to move any time soon, which is perfectly fine with me, to be honest.

Please, please stay there for longer, I don't wanna go up there. Concentrate all your non-existent muscles on this, imagine there's no rope holding you up. You don't even have to climb, just stay there.

As if he heard my thoughts, he kid shuts his eyes, pulling his over-skinny body closer to the wall. He starts breathing with his mouth, and a bid of sweat runs down his temple. This is getting ridiculous.

Oh, and his ass looks just as horrible as I predicted it to, as well as his front part. The straps are holding everything up, exposing it. This is like porn, in a way.

A part of me wishes for him to end it faster so that I can be done sooner too, but the other one is crying out for him to hold on. The first reason is, of course the fucking straps that I really don't want to put on, and the second one is Frank, who is in charge of this station, which horrifies me.

He is the one who fastens the belt and stuff, and he's the one holding the rope which is supposed to prevent you from breaking your skull in case you fall off. I'm not really worried about him holding the rope, I'm sure he's strong enough, but when he fastens the belt he's going to touch my lower part, which I'm looking for and not looking for at the same time, if it makes sense. What if he decides I'm fat?

Holy fuck Gerard, he has basically seen you naked, he has already made his opinions about your body

Suddenly the kid with glasses falls off, screeching. Franks muscles immediately tense up as he grasps the rope, slowly lowering him to the ground. He then carefully takes the belt off the boy's thin waist and pushes him away. The pale figure backs away in a hurry, a happy smile suddenly spreading on his sweaty face. He takes of his glasses, wiping them with his T shirt. He's probably happy it's all over, that motherfucker.

I watch as Frank straightens his back, stretching. The hem of his T-shirt lifts up slightly and I have a rather enjoyable view of his tattoos- the two birds I noticed by the pool. He waves at me to come over and I take a few hesitant steps towards him.

"No kid, you must climb, but hey, that's what camps are for, right? For getting out of your comfort zone," Ballash's over-cheery, definitely not empathetic voice rings in my ears. Fuck you, Ballash, and fuck camps. I didn't even want to go here in the first place, it was all moms idea. And when mom has an idea, it's not like "oh, you can choose whether you want to do this or not, this is just a suggestion", it's more like "fuck everything you want to do, this is a must".

"Hey Gerard, you ready?" Frank smiles warmly as I come closer to him, exposing his white teeth. I didn't expect him to be so nice, maybe he's just playing for Ballash. I don't reply, sticking to my old plan of ignoring him as much as possible. "You ready to climb?" He asks again, still grinning.

"Yeah," I reply shortly, trying to sound as if I don't give a single fuck about him. He nods.

"Step into the belt, I'll fasten it for you,"

I decide to obey silently- it will speed this whole thing up, and I want to leave this hell as soon as possible. I hesitantly step into it and the next thing I know, Frank has dropped to his knees in front of me and was now carefully lifting it up my legs, his fingers brushing my thighs from time to time. Dangerously close to my dick, I need to say.

Fuck, this is kinda hot, I just hope I don't get a boner, because that would be hella awkward, and I'd probably lose my decent reputation here.
I try to think of dead puppies to calm my racing heart and tangling stomach, when suddenly Frank, without any warning, roughly yanks a strap on the belt, tightening it around my thigh. I gasp in pain, and before I get a chance to say anything in protest he does the same with the other side. He then stands up and steps away, looking me over, a proud smile playing on his thin lips.

I hiss at the unbearable pain which shoots through my whole body. My knees go weak and my vision blurs, and I almost drop to the ground. I don't think I can even breathe normally. Shit, this hurts more than ever. All the times I've climbed a wall, the belt was never this tight, and I suspect that Frank just accidentally did it wrong- he pulled on the straps too much. It feels as if hot blades are cutting right into my skin, and I'm afraid that my legs might fall off because of the low blood pressure. My ass feels naked, too, and I bet it's sticking out even more than that kid's with glasses.

"Frank," I croak out. "I think you did it wrong,"

"What? No way, I'm a pro," he laughs lightheartedly, encouragingly slapping me on my back two times as I struggle for breath. "Go climb, I'll hold the rope so that you don't die,"

"But can you at least-"

"I said go climb, I did it correctly, I'm sure,"

I gulpe, nervously approaching the wall.

Notes

Comment please, I love reading your feedback))

whose POV do you like more- Gee's or narrator's?? I like writing Gerard's POV more,
tbh the only reason I'm writing right now is because I have a sunburn and I have nothing else to do in the hotel room :3 so lucky you


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