You should have never come
Chapter 21
...The greatest moment of his whole life.
Gerard’s POV
I watch Frank from a safe distance as he tries to conduct the raging teens, who look like they are having the biggest sugar rush of their life. They are all around the field, and somehow a game of “Simon says” suddenly turned into a “Let’s act like we’re drunk,” game, which they are pretty good at considering the fact that none of them has ever probably got high in their life. All of this isn’t much of a surprise, considering that Frank wasn’t able to find anything better to do but lead them to the grocery shop and buy a hell lot of candy. Great job as a counselor Frank, we all admire you now.
It's getting a bit dark, and even though the rain has lost it’s power, I can still feel it on my wet skin. I think someone just slipped on the grass and went back to the hotel, because they might have a broken arm. People say it was Angelina, actually, but I can still see her wander in the distance, accompanied by a group of loud Russians.
"Hey! You're gonna break his neck!" Frank shouts to Diego, who is currently trying to straddle Rodrick's shoulders. I watch them with an unconscious smile on my face, when suddenly an arm wraps around my shoulders and I flinch back, trying to see who it is. I see Tom’s face widened in a grin, looking down at me from his height.
“Why aren’t you running?” he asks and I sigh, pretending I don’t notice his arm around me.
“Do I seriously look like someone who would run unless I was escaping from jail?”
“Yeah, you are pretty skinny,” he replies shortly.
It’s called anorexia, you dumbass.
I never actually drove my, what mom likes to call it, “anorexia” to the crazy point, I stopped starving when I finally achieved a healthy body weight, so I don’t think it’s actually anorexia or anything like that. Still, I like to romanticize the idea of being an anorexic, and I don’t even know why. When I remember skipping meals, which didn’t even happen that often, I start to feel sorry for myself, and that, oddly, makes me feel good. Being unhappy makes me feel good- on a scale of 1 to 10, how fucked up am I?
I slide away from Tom and his arm falls away from my shoulder.
“Sorry, I don’t really like hugs,” I explain and he nods in understanding, taking a step away from me. My eyes dart over to Frank, and find him staring at me in a mix of shock and disbelief. I immediately look away, feeling a strange and not very pleasant sensation in my stomach.
The sky is beautiful. It’s violet, as if it’s been painted with aquarelles by a talented artist, and behind the mountains I can still see the faint sunrays trying to break through the clouds. It’s dark enough that I can’t see anyone’s faces, and by this point everyone around me are just silhouettes, so I make sure to keep my eyes on Frank so that I don’t lose sight of him.
I feel so fuzzy and warm inside knowing that my feelings towards Frank are mutual, and that I can kiss him any time I want. Well, almost any time I want. Only when we’re alone, that is, but it’s still better than nothing. Right now is probably the happiest I’ve ever been, even though it might not show.
***
Time Lapse- back in the hotel
Gerard’s POV
I stand in the shower under the spray of hot water, which I know I don’t have too much time to enjoy. When I entered the bathroom it was about 9:20 PM, and according to my high-functional (not really) brain I’ve been here for about 10 minutes. That leaves me 30 more minutes, if not less. I know that Diego Adham and Drake haven’t had a shower yet, but to be honest I don’t really care- they’ll find their way. After all, they can bathe in the morning before breakfast. And they aren’t exactly the cleanest people, so they wouldn’t mind too much.
I lean against the tile wall but almost immediately push away from it, turning around so that the water pours on my back. The wall might be moldy or something (we don’t know how often and how well they wash the showers!), and it feels extremely cold against my skin, too.
My thoughts wander off to Frank once again, and I remember the look on his face when he saw Tom hugging me. Was he jealous? I hope not, because that would be just stupid- I love him, and I’d feel extremely guilty if he got mad at me. What if he decides to ignore me?
I push the negative thoughts from my head, but let Frank’s smiling face stay in my mind.
It’s been about a week since the first day, and, I’m ashamed to admit, the biggest problem on my mind is the fact that I can’t jack off. There’s never any time, and even if there is, there are always people around. “Gerard! Come with us! Gerard! Where are you?” Just leave me the fuck alone, I need to get this shit done! It get’s really annoying, and I feel sexually frustrated- just like that one time I went to a seaside vacation with my mom. We slept in the same room, and she forced me to follow her around everywhere. Breakfast-beach-lunch-pool-dinner-sleep. That was the whole programme for the day, and it was unchangeable and definitely not to be argued with. I wonder if Mikes had the same problem. I’d ask him if we weren’t brothers.
On the topic of masturbation, I still have about half an hour in here, so why not? The idea makes my dick twitch, and my stomach knots in excitement. I immediately lower my hand towards my crotch and grab my slowly hardening cock. I don’t know why, but my hand is shaking as if I’m in fever. I start slowly stroking, imagining that it’s Frank doing all this to me. I imagine him kissing me, sucking on my collar bones, giving me countless hickeys. Oh god, how much I’d want him to give me hickeys! I want him to mark me as his so that no one else- no one- is allowed to touch me, unless he wants them to. I’d do just about anything for him. I imagine him kneeling on his knees below me on the shower floor, pumping me and sucking me off. I can almost feel his lip ring on my skin, and I can’t help but let out a breathy moan. I shut my eyes and lean against the wall, ignoring the its coldness, and increase the speed of my hand. With every stroke, I gently run my thumb over my slit. How much I wish this was all Frank’s tongue! I moan once again, throwing my head back and letting the water run down my face. I catch it with my tongue, imagining it’s Franks cum. The thought pushes me over the edge and I buck my hips into my fist, my whole body shaking in an orgasm.
***
I wrap a towel around my waist and push the door open. I was in such hurry to get into the shower that I completely forgot to take my boxers and pyjamas to the bathroom with me. I hold up the fabric and step out of the room. I immediately hear the sound of tapping keyboard. Dumbfounded, I walk into the bedroom to see Frank sitting on my bed, a laptop placed on his lap. He’s dressed in checkered pyjama pants and a fit black T-shirt. Confused, I look around the room to see the rest of the guys awkwardly sitting on Diego’s bed, Diego thumbling with his thumbs while Drake and Adham are just staring into space. My eyes dart back to Frank again and he looks up for a second, our eyes connecting.
“I’m writing the blog post, remember? The wifi in my room doesn’t work properly,” Frank replies to my silent question and I nod, slumping onto Diego’s bed.
Oh my fucking god.
Did they all just hear me jack off?
Gerard’s POV
I watch Frank from a safe distance as he tries to conduct the raging teens, who look like they are having the biggest sugar rush of their life. They are all around the field, and somehow a game of “Simon says” suddenly turned into a “Let’s act like we’re drunk,” game, which they are pretty good at considering the fact that none of them has ever probably got high in their life. All of this isn’t much of a surprise, considering that Frank wasn’t able to find anything better to do but lead them to the grocery shop and buy a hell lot of candy. Great job as a counselor Frank, we all admire you now.
It's getting a bit dark, and even though the rain has lost it’s power, I can still feel it on my wet skin. I think someone just slipped on the grass and went back to the hotel, because they might have a broken arm. People say it was Angelina, actually, but I can still see her wander in the distance, accompanied by a group of loud Russians.
"Hey! You're gonna break his neck!" Frank shouts to Diego, who is currently trying to straddle Rodrick's shoulders. I watch them with an unconscious smile on my face, when suddenly an arm wraps around my shoulders and I flinch back, trying to see who it is. I see Tom’s face widened in a grin, looking down at me from his height.
“Why aren’t you running?” he asks and I sigh, pretending I don’t notice his arm around me.
“Do I seriously look like someone who would run unless I was escaping from jail?”
“Yeah, you are pretty skinny,” he replies shortly.
It’s called anorexia, you dumbass.
I never actually drove my, what mom likes to call it, “anorexia” to the crazy point, I stopped starving when I finally achieved a healthy body weight, so I don’t think it’s actually anorexia or anything like that. Still, I like to romanticize the idea of being an anorexic, and I don’t even know why. When I remember skipping meals, which didn’t even happen that often, I start to feel sorry for myself, and that, oddly, makes me feel good. Being unhappy makes me feel good- on a scale of 1 to 10, how fucked up am I?
I slide away from Tom and his arm falls away from my shoulder.
“Sorry, I don’t really like hugs,” I explain and he nods in understanding, taking a step away from me. My eyes dart over to Frank, and find him staring at me in a mix of shock and disbelief. I immediately look away, feeling a strange and not very pleasant sensation in my stomach.
The sky is beautiful. It’s violet, as if it’s been painted with aquarelles by a talented artist, and behind the mountains I can still see the faint sunrays trying to break through the clouds. It’s dark enough that I can’t see anyone’s faces, and by this point everyone around me are just silhouettes, so I make sure to keep my eyes on Frank so that I don’t lose sight of him.
I feel so fuzzy and warm inside knowing that my feelings towards Frank are mutual, and that I can kiss him any time I want. Well, almost any time I want. Only when we’re alone, that is, but it’s still better than nothing. Right now is probably the happiest I’ve ever been, even though it might not show.
***
Time Lapse- back in the hotel
Gerard’s POV
I stand in the shower under the spray of hot water, which I know I don’t have too much time to enjoy. When I entered the bathroom it was about 9:20 PM, and according to my high-functional (not really) brain I’ve been here for about 10 minutes. That leaves me 30 more minutes, if not less. I know that Diego Adham and Drake haven’t had a shower yet, but to be honest I don’t really care- they’ll find their way. After all, they can bathe in the morning before breakfast. And they aren’t exactly the cleanest people, so they wouldn’t mind too much.
I lean against the tile wall but almost immediately push away from it, turning around so that the water pours on my back. The wall might be moldy or something (we don’t know how often and how well they wash the showers!), and it feels extremely cold against my skin, too.
My thoughts wander off to Frank once again, and I remember the look on his face when he saw Tom hugging me. Was he jealous? I hope not, because that would be just stupid- I love him, and I’d feel extremely guilty if he got mad at me. What if he decides to ignore me?
I push the negative thoughts from my head, but let Frank’s smiling face stay in my mind.
It’s been about a week since the first day, and, I’m ashamed to admit, the biggest problem on my mind is the fact that I can’t jack off. There’s never any time, and even if there is, there are always people around. “Gerard! Come with us! Gerard! Where are you?” Just leave me the fuck alone, I need to get this shit done! It get’s really annoying, and I feel sexually frustrated- just like that one time I went to a seaside vacation with my mom. We slept in the same room, and she forced me to follow her around everywhere. Breakfast-beach-lunch-pool-dinner-sleep. That was the whole programme for the day, and it was unchangeable and definitely not to be argued with. I wonder if Mikes had the same problem. I’d ask him if we weren’t brothers.
On the topic of masturbation, I still have about half an hour in here, so why not? The idea makes my dick twitch, and my stomach knots in excitement. I immediately lower my hand towards my crotch and grab my slowly hardening cock. I don’t know why, but my hand is shaking as if I’m in fever. I start slowly stroking, imagining that it’s Frank doing all this to me. I imagine him kissing me, sucking on my collar bones, giving me countless hickeys. Oh god, how much I’d want him to give me hickeys! I want him to mark me as his so that no one else- no one- is allowed to touch me, unless he wants them to. I’d do just about anything for him. I imagine him kneeling on his knees below me on the shower floor, pumping me and sucking me off. I can almost feel his lip ring on my skin, and I can’t help but let out a breathy moan. I shut my eyes and lean against the wall, ignoring the its coldness, and increase the speed of my hand. With every stroke, I gently run my thumb over my slit. How much I wish this was all Frank’s tongue! I moan once again, throwing my head back and letting the water run down my face. I catch it with my tongue, imagining it’s Franks cum. The thought pushes me over the edge and I buck my hips into my fist, my whole body shaking in an orgasm.
***
I wrap a towel around my waist and push the door open. I was in such hurry to get into the shower that I completely forgot to take my boxers and pyjamas to the bathroom with me. I hold up the fabric and step out of the room. I immediately hear the sound of tapping keyboard. Dumbfounded, I walk into the bedroom to see Frank sitting on my bed, a laptop placed on his lap. He’s dressed in checkered pyjama pants and a fit black T-shirt. Confused, I look around the room to see the rest of the guys awkwardly sitting on Diego’s bed, Diego thumbling with his thumbs while Drake and Adham are just staring into space. My eyes dart back to Frank again and he looks up for a second, our eyes connecting.
“I’m writing the blog post, remember? The wifi in my room doesn’t work properly,” Frank replies to my silent question and I nod, slumping onto Diego’s bed.
Oh my fucking god.
Did they all just hear me jack off?
Notes
The reason I'm extremely unlikely to read boy-girl fanfiction is because girls are ALWAYS Mary Sues, it makes me sickkk
Who do you think tops?
And by the way, any guesses about where Frank was during the dinner?
This was actually the first fanfiction I ever read. (Hence that was like a year and a half ago)
5/1/17