You should have never come
Chapter 32
...“Fuck you,”
Frank chuckles, hugging Gerard close.
Narrator’s POV
They lie still in each other’s embrace, just enjoying the warmth of the bed and the feeling of their naked sweaty bodies pressed up together, coming down from their high. Gerard’s heart is thumping loud in his chest, making him feel dizzy and intoxicated, just like that one time he smoked weed in some guy’s basement. He can’t regain his breath, and he can’t wrap his mind around what just happened. He understands, but just can’t fully accept it. He lost his virginity to Frank Motherfucking Iero, something he was sure would never happen even after the first time they kissed. He just assumed that Frank would still try to avoid becoming intimate with him by all costs, not wanting to encounter the ugly, as Gerard thought, body. Or maybe he would just decide that Gerard wasn’t ready for this and be satisfied with hugging.
Gerard snuggles closer into the counselor, trying to prove to himself that this was all real and that they really did just have sex. Frank’s arms instantly tighten around him and he presses a quick kiss to the top of Gerard’s head, breathing in his scent.
Gerard’s stomach still felt tingly, and he wished he could stay with Frank in the messy bed and just cuddle, sleep and talk about nothing forever. But they could never do that. They probably won’t even get a chance to do this again, for God’s sake… The thought made Gerard slightly upset and he tried to forget about it, not wanting to ruin the perfect moment. He wondered if Frank was thinking the same thing, and he was. In fact, Frank was even more bothered by it. He knew he would have to be the one to interrupt the blissful peace, and hated himself for it.
Frank pulls away slightly, looking straight into Gerard’s misty, half-lidded eyes. He rubs his upper back lightly, making Gerard groan out something insensible and squeeze his eyes shut.
“Hey,” Frank whispers, and the corners of his lips tug upwards in an uncontrolled smile. It was more of a reflex by now; his body reaction to Gerard’s face next to his; so close that they were breathing the same air.
“Hey,” Gerard replies quietly, averting his gaze away and focusing it on the patch of blanket between them, breathing soundlessly as he feels bitter tears start welling up in his eyes. He doesn’t want to go back to his room, and he doesn’t want to go back to New Jersey. Fucking dumbass, not now! He couldn’t work out why he was about to start crying, really. The tears weren’t totally sad- Gerard, on the contrary, just felt drained and emotionless. So many different thoughts were crowding in his mind: losing his virginity, knowing that this wouldn’t last forever, the realisation that his feelings for the young counselor were most definitely mutual. Happiness was fighting the sadness.
“You alright?” Frank asks, smoothing his red hair down with his hand, his thumb lovingly brushing Gee’s cheek.
“Yeah,” Gerard answers, blinking sadly. “I wish I didn’t have to leave,”
“Me too,” Frank agrees, moving away his hand. They lie still for several seconds, observing each others faces, before Frank speaks up again.
“So… How was it?”
Gerard looks at him, raising his eyebrows in confusion.
“How was the.. um,” Frank giggles, seeing Gerard’s cheeks redden. “Did I pound you well?”
Gerard fakes a gasp and reaches his hand from under the blankets, softly slapping Frank’s cheek as the latter continues laughing.
“Not very well, you should try harder next time,” he spits out, trying to seem irritated.
“Oh really? I’ll tear you apart next time then,” Frank tells Gerard and kisses him softly on the nose, keeping his lips there for a moment. He pulls away and continues quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m just kidding, I wouldn’t ever hurt you,”
“I know,” Gerard whispers back.
Suddenly Frank sits up, pulling Gerard upwards with him.
“Are you okay?” he asks worriedly, his eyes wide and somewhat panicky as his clutches Gerard’s shoulder.
“Yeah, why?” Gerard says dumbfoundedly.
“You’re bleeding?!”
Gerard’s hand automatically shoots up to his upper lip, and he immediately feels the warm sticky liquid under his nose.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, observing his red fingers before standing up from the bed. He quickly picks his boxers from the ground, suddenly feeling very self-conscious again, and pulls them on. He observes the room for a second, looking for the rest of his clothes. He’s be satisfied with just the T-shirt; he thought his legs were really not that bad. Just his stomach needed to be hidden, for the sake of keeping his cool.
He notices the T-shirt lying in the corner and struggles for several seconds, trying to decide whether to put it on or not. Would it be awkward if he got dressed right after they had sex?
Finally he makes his decision and hurriedly pulls the T-shirt on over his head, smoothing it down with his free hand as the other one clutches to his nose..
“Did I hurt you?” Frank calls out as Gerard stomps down to the bathroom, turning on the water and tearing off a square of toilet paper.
“No, I just get random nose bleeds sometimes” Gerard replies as Frank enters the small room after him. Frank nods in understanding, before his lips spread in a delighted smile. Gerard really should have paid attention to how sly that smile was, but he didn’t.
“I think I have something that could help you,” Frank says.
“Really?”
“Yeah, you stay here and I’ll look through the first aid kit,”
Gerard obliges, leaning against the sink and holding a bloody tissue up to his nose, cursing to himself. He hears something shifting from the room as Frank digs through the wardrobe, looking for the kit. Finally he appears, clutching the small red bag in his hands.
“Close your eyes,” he orders.
“Why?...”
“Just close your eyes, I know what I’m doing,”
“You know, this is the exact same thing you told me on the climbing wall,” Gerard utters. “When you tightened my straps so hard I could hardly walk after,”
They stare at each other for several seconds, Frank’s eyes widening in disbelief.
“Fuck, just close your eyes already,” Frank finally sighs and Gerard does, chuckling. He hears Frank unzip the bag and pick something out. He hears carton break as he tears open a box. Now it sounds as if he’s digging through a pile of candy; rustling of wrappers throws Gerard off track.
“What’s that?” he calls out, a bit louder than needed.
“Shhh,”
Suddenly he feels something round being stuffed up his nostril. His eyes fly open and Frank quickly takes a step back, doubling over with laughter as he watches Gerard. Gerard’s reflexes come into power and he starts coughing violently. He panicky brings his hand up to his face, trying to pull the unidentified object out of his nose. His fingers clasp over something. Is that a string?...
He turns to the mirror and coughs more, pulling a bloody tampon out.
***
Gerard’s POV
I quietly enter the room, holding a new tissue up to my nose. The flow has stopped, but I know from experience that it can start again is several minutes. To my surprise I’m met with Diego, Drake and Adham, who are all sitting on Diego’s bed, cramming chips into their mouths. I notice a half-full pack of gummy worms on the floor. I thought they were still out in the field?..
“Oh my god, where have you been?”
“I- I had a nosebleed,” I stammer out, awkwardly taking a step towards my bed in the corner.
“You won’t believe what just happened,” Diego says, his face burning fire red as he sits up on the bed. “So you know how Frank walked you back to the hotel, right?”
“Yeah?”
“He never returned to the field! So we thought he was with you at the nurse’s office, but when we came back there was a girl moaning in his room!”
Oh fuck.
“What the hell,” I fake a surprise, feeling blood rush into my cheeks.
“He was fucking a girl while everyone was out,” Diego clears the situation up for me. Thanks Diego.
“And there was skin slapping and he was pounding into her so fast it’s like they were inhuman,” Diego continues. “She was moaning so loud,”
“Ah, fuck Frankie, ah ah ah!” Drake mimics from the bed.
“And he was moaning too, maybe even louder than her. Weird, but it didn’t even sound fake. So fucked up,” Diego finishes.
Frank chuckles, hugging Gerard close.
Narrator’s POV
They lie still in each other’s embrace, just enjoying the warmth of the bed and the feeling of their naked sweaty bodies pressed up together, coming down from their high. Gerard’s heart is thumping loud in his chest, making him feel dizzy and intoxicated, just like that one time he smoked weed in some guy’s basement. He can’t regain his breath, and he can’t wrap his mind around what just happened. He understands, but just can’t fully accept it. He lost his virginity to Frank Motherfucking Iero, something he was sure would never happen even after the first time they kissed. He just assumed that Frank would still try to avoid becoming intimate with him by all costs, not wanting to encounter the ugly, as Gerard thought, body. Or maybe he would just decide that Gerard wasn’t ready for this and be satisfied with hugging.
Gerard snuggles closer into the counselor, trying to prove to himself that this was all real and that they really did just have sex. Frank’s arms instantly tighten around him and he presses a quick kiss to the top of Gerard’s head, breathing in his scent.
Gerard’s stomach still felt tingly, and he wished he could stay with Frank in the messy bed and just cuddle, sleep and talk about nothing forever. But they could never do that. They probably won’t even get a chance to do this again, for God’s sake… The thought made Gerard slightly upset and he tried to forget about it, not wanting to ruin the perfect moment. He wondered if Frank was thinking the same thing, and he was. In fact, Frank was even more bothered by it. He knew he would have to be the one to interrupt the blissful peace, and hated himself for it.
Frank pulls away slightly, looking straight into Gerard’s misty, half-lidded eyes. He rubs his upper back lightly, making Gerard groan out something insensible and squeeze his eyes shut.
“Hey,” Frank whispers, and the corners of his lips tug upwards in an uncontrolled smile. It was more of a reflex by now; his body reaction to Gerard’s face next to his; so close that they were breathing the same air.
“Hey,” Gerard replies quietly, averting his gaze away and focusing it on the patch of blanket between them, breathing soundlessly as he feels bitter tears start welling up in his eyes. He doesn’t want to go back to his room, and he doesn’t want to go back to New Jersey. Fucking dumbass, not now! He couldn’t work out why he was about to start crying, really. The tears weren’t totally sad- Gerard, on the contrary, just felt drained and emotionless. So many different thoughts were crowding in his mind: losing his virginity, knowing that this wouldn’t last forever, the realisation that his feelings for the young counselor were most definitely mutual. Happiness was fighting the sadness.
“You alright?” Frank asks, smoothing his red hair down with his hand, his thumb lovingly brushing Gee’s cheek.
“Yeah,” Gerard answers, blinking sadly. “I wish I didn’t have to leave,”
“Me too,” Frank agrees, moving away his hand. They lie still for several seconds, observing each others faces, before Frank speaks up again.
“So… How was it?”
Gerard looks at him, raising his eyebrows in confusion.
“How was the.. um,” Frank giggles, seeing Gerard’s cheeks redden. “Did I pound you well?”
Gerard fakes a gasp and reaches his hand from under the blankets, softly slapping Frank’s cheek as the latter continues laughing.
“Not very well, you should try harder next time,” he spits out, trying to seem irritated.
“Oh really? I’ll tear you apart next time then,” Frank tells Gerard and kisses him softly on the nose, keeping his lips there for a moment. He pulls away and continues quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m just kidding, I wouldn’t ever hurt you,”
“I know,” Gerard whispers back.
Suddenly Frank sits up, pulling Gerard upwards with him.
“Are you okay?” he asks worriedly, his eyes wide and somewhat panicky as his clutches Gerard’s shoulder.
“Yeah, why?” Gerard says dumbfoundedly.
“You’re bleeding?!”
Gerard’s hand automatically shoots up to his upper lip, and he immediately feels the warm sticky liquid under his nose.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, observing his red fingers before standing up from the bed. He quickly picks his boxers from the ground, suddenly feeling very self-conscious again, and pulls them on. He observes the room for a second, looking for the rest of his clothes. He’s be satisfied with just the T-shirt; he thought his legs were really not that bad. Just his stomach needed to be hidden, for the sake of keeping his cool.
He notices the T-shirt lying in the corner and struggles for several seconds, trying to decide whether to put it on or not. Would it be awkward if he got dressed right after they had sex?
Finally he makes his decision and hurriedly pulls the T-shirt on over his head, smoothing it down with his free hand as the other one clutches to his nose..
“Did I hurt you?” Frank calls out as Gerard stomps down to the bathroom, turning on the water and tearing off a square of toilet paper.
“No, I just get random nose bleeds sometimes” Gerard replies as Frank enters the small room after him. Frank nods in understanding, before his lips spread in a delighted smile. Gerard really should have paid attention to how sly that smile was, but he didn’t.
“I think I have something that could help you,” Frank says.
“Really?”
“Yeah, you stay here and I’ll look through the first aid kit,”
Gerard obliges, leaning against the sink and holding a bloody tissue up to his nose, cursing to himself. He hears something shifting from the room as Frank digs through the wardrobe, looking for the kit. Finally he appears, clutching the small red bag in his hands.
“Close your eyes,” he orders.
“Why?...”
“Just close your eyes, I know what I’m doing,”
“You know, this is the exact same thing you told me on the climbing wall,” Gerard utters. “When you tightened my straps so hard I could hardly walk after,”
They stare at each other for several seconds, Frank’s eyes widening in disbelief.
“Fuck, just close your eyes already,” Frank finally sighs and Gerard does, chuckling. He hears Frank unzip the bag and pick something out. He hears carton break as he tears open a box. Now it sounds as if he’s digging through a pile of candy; rustling of wrappers throws Gerard off track.
“What’s that?” he calls out, a bit louder than needed.
“Shhh,”
Suddenly he feels something round being stuffed up his nostril. His eyes fly open and Frank quickly takes a step back, doubling over with laughter as he watches Gerard. Gerard’s reflexes come into power and he starts coughing violently. He panicky brings his hand up to his face, trying to pull the unidentified object out of his nose. His fingers clasp over something. Is that a string?...
He turns to the mirror and coughs more, pulling a bloody tampon out.
***
Gerard’s POV
I quietly enter the room, holding a new tissue up to my nose. The flow has stopped, but I know from experience that it can start again is several minutes. To my surprise I’m met with Diego, Drake and Adham, who are all sitting on Diego’s bed, cramming chips into their mouths. I notice a half-full pack of gummy worms on the floor. I thought they were still out in the field?..
“Oh my god, where have you been?”
“I- I had a nosebleed,” I stammer out, awkwardly taking a step towards my bed in the corner.
“You won’t believe what just happened,” Diego says, his face burning fire red as he sits up on the bed. “So you know how Frank walked you back to the hotel, right?”
“Yeah?”
“He never returned to the field! So we thought he was with you at the nurse’s office, but when we came back there was a girl moaning in his room!”
Oh fuck.
“What the hell,” I fake a surprise, feeling blood rush into my cheeks.
“He was fucking a girl while everyone was out,” Diego clears the situation up for me. Thanks Diego.
“And there was skin slapping and he was pounding into her so fast it’s like they were inhuman,” Diego continues. “She was moaning so loud,”
“Ah, fuck Frankie, ah ah ah!” Drake mimics from the bed.
“And he was moaning too, maybe even louder than her. Weird, but it didn’t even sound fake. So fucked up,” Diego finishes.
Notes
meh leave feedback please
sorry for updating so slowly, i have a lot of stuff with art going on rn
This was actually the first fanfiction I ever read. (Hence that was like a year and a half ago)
5/1/17