Tears

The house was empty, and uncomfortably silent. I was totally alone, and I had been for awhile. Mikey had gone to the comic book store with Pete, Rebecca Way had left for her job, along with her husband Gregory Way, and Gerard was still over at Patrick's, and wouldn't be home until 2:30. I checked the clock, and it was 1:12 at the moment. I still had about an hour or so to do whatever.
I lifted myself off the couch and glanced around. I decided to go downstairs after a moment, opening the door to the basement. I walked down the stairs and into the room that Gerard had insisted we share. I glanced around, my eyes falling on the laptop, sitting open on the desk. I walked over to it, plopping myself down in the swivel chair.
After taking a few moments to think, I typed in a url to a gaming site. It had a wide collection of really shitty, stupid games. I played around on the site for about an hour, and when I checked the time again it was 2:10. I typed in a new url, one to a porn site. A site called Only Dudes. Don't judge me... I unzipped my pants and quickly chose a video.
I must have lost track of times.
"Jesus, Frank!"
I quickly slammed the laptop closed, and turned my head so I was peeking out over the back of the chair.
Gerard was standing in the doorway.
He was soaking wet, his hair hanging in his face, hiding his hazel eyes. His pale skin was exposed because his shirt was slung over his shoulder. Beads of water rolled down his neck, and his chest, and oh my god he was not helping right now.
I'm sure that my face was bright crimson red right now.
He began to laugh.
I blushed even harder, if that was possible.
"Shut up!" I grumbled as I zipped up the front of my jeans, which was painful, and then stood up, which was worse on my raging erection. He laughed even harder at my uncomfortable stance. "Shut up, or I'll kiss you!" I shouted at him, not even realizing the words had left my mouth until his eyebrows shot up and said, "You're bluffing."
"I never bluff."
He smirked at me, "Prove it."
I didn't exactly know what I was doing, but I crossed the floor, reached up grabbing his face pulling him down close to me. I felt his face heat up in my hands, his breath washed over my face, and my jeans got even tighter. "Well?" He said, staring into my eyes. His hair dripped down in front of me.
Then I pushed my lips into his without giving it another thought. He kissed me back, reaching up and grabbing my wrist tightly. "Frank." I heard him growl against my lips, then I was being pushed backwards. I whimpered a little as Gerard pushed me down on the bed, it dipping beneath our weight.
I pushed my hips up into him a little because I still had that erection. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance. As I parted my lips I felt a twinge of guilt hit me. What about Ryan...
All thoughts of guilt, and of Ryan fled my body as Gerard's tongue ran across the roof of my mouth. I shuddered a little, and I felt him smirk against my lips and then he pulled away slowly. "Frank." He said in a quiet tone, "Why'd you kiss me?" He asked in an unsure tone.
"I uh... I... Why'd you kiss me back?" I retorted.
He blushed heavily, "Because... uh... Shut up."
I opened my mouth to speak, but I was interrupted, and my words turned into a quiet whimpery moan as Gerard began to paw at me through my jeans, making my erection worse. "Jesus, Frank." I pushed my hips up against his hand, god the friction felt good, but I wanted more, "Why'd you kiss me back?" I asked again.
"Because, you're hot." He teased me. "And you seemed like you needed some help." His hands were hovering over the button on my pants. He quickly undid my jeans and pushed them down, but slowly. "I... honestly it's fine, you don't need to help me, I can ha- aah..." My words turned into another moan as he began to palm my erection again through my boxers. I thrust back up into his hand, and he pushed down. I gasped quietly as he rocked his hand back and forth, "You sure you don't need help?" He purred.
I bit my lip, "Fuck you." I murmured.
"That's what I intend to do." He said with a smirk, "Only if you'd like to, though."
I blushed furiously, "I uh... I don't mind." Truth is, I kind of did...
"Great! Then lets get down to business!" And with that he kissed me again.
I ran my tongue over his bottom lip and he opened his mouth to grant me access. Our tongues wrestled before he started to push down my boxers, and I suddenly jerked away, "Wait." I said, standing up, "This can't happen." I shook my head, "You've got Lyn-z, and I've got Ryan once he wakes up. This can't happen." I repeated.
Gerard looked really disappointed.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to go to Ray's."
I quickly found my pants and put them on, before pulling on my shoes, leaving Gerard sitting alone, shirtless on the bed with a pretty visible erection himself.
I stormed out of the house and ran all the way to Ray's.
When I got there, I knocked loudly on the door, completely out of breath. It swung open a few seconds later, and Ray's sister Chelsea stood in the doorway, looking slutty as always.
"Hey, Frankie." She said blowing a bubble with her bright pink gum, it inflating between her blood painted lips. "Ray's up in his room being a fucking dork as always. Maybe you could stay down here and keep me company though." She prompted. "Ew." Was my only response as I dashed towards the stairs and up to Ray's room.
"Ray!" I shouted, my heart was beating really fast.
The boy waved his hand at me as a signal that was busy with something.
"This is important."
Ray spun around in his chair, and looked me straight in the eye, "What happened Frank?"

Notes

Am I the only one who gets really discouraged from less then perfect ratings?
I decided to do Frerard now.
I can wake Ryan up sooner then.
Sorry the chapter is short. I wasn't having much luck writing this.
I might have a small* obsession with Ryan Ross.
I was writing another fic on a different site, and I just thought this was amusing. Patrick is about to lose his virginity and he's stalling.
Pete glanced at me, obviously irritated that I refused to take my shirt off, "So, are we going to do this?"
"Er... yeah!"
"So where do you wanna go...?" He mused.
"I dunno, I'm a bit new to this."
"Well, bed is always an option."
"Wall, maybe the floor, even the desk..."
"Just choose a place, Patrick."
"Kitchen counter, the couch, hell we could even go up to my parents room and do it there!" Pete glared at me.
"The desk it is, now sit the fuck down."

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