I Think I Like It

I gasped, moaned and woke up all at the same time, feeling the warm heat of Gerard’s mouth wrapped around my semi-hard cock. I glanced at the clock – 6am. He started early. His eyes glittered when he saw that I was awake. He pulled away and jacked my cock softly.
“Morning, beautiful.” He said, leaning forward and kissing my slack lips. I sighed and fell back against the pillows as he went back to swirling his tongue around the head of my cock.
“This is…unexpected.” I murmured, my hand stroking lazily through his hair.
“I…just…love you.” He said between each lick.
“No, you love my cock.” I corrected him, laughing lightly. He pursed his lips and sat up, pulling me into his arms as he covered my neck and chest in kisses.
“No baby, Daddy loves all of you.” He purred. I bit my lip and laughed, catching his lips with mine.
“Well then, Daddy had better get back to sucking my cock, shouldn’t he?” I teased, threading my hand through his hair. He smirked, kissing my lazily.
“Or you could fuck me again.” He suggested darkly. I smiled and kissed his jaw.
“I could. But you wouldn’t be able to walk, and I’ll remind you that I have a lesson with you this afternoon.” I said, petting his hair. He pouted and slid away from me.
“Fine.” He said, pressing a kiss against my lips, and walking over to his wardrobe.
“You’re giving up easily.” I laughed, slightly disappointed. He smirked and shrugged as he got dressed.
“You’re right, I shouldn’t.” he said, sliding his blazer on and doing his tie up. He looked handsome in a suit, and I wasn’t sure why he didn’t wear one more often. He slid his tie up, before meeting my eyes and smiling.
“I shouldn’t get fucked before work. I mean, it’s gonna be hard enough with my ass feeling like it does already, but if you fucked me again, it’d just be worse. My legs would be so weak that I’d have to sit down, with my cock throbbing and my ass aching, and maybe by the time I had my lesson with you, I wouldn’t be able to help myself, and I’d have to jack off under the table, and maybe slide a finger or two into my ass, real subtle. Not even you’d notice.” He said, looking away from me. He leaned against the doorframe, his hand resting on his thigh.
“God, Frankie, I’m so hard.” He whined, his hand sliding up his leg. I moaned softly as I watched him – that teasing fuck.
“Maybe I’ll have to go jack myself off in the staff bathroom. Again.” He said hoarsely.
“Again?” I asked. He smiled.
“It’s a habit I’ve picked up since seeing you.” He said, his eyes fluttering closed. He moaned loudly as he rubbed his hand over the bulge in his work pants, and I found myself crawling over to him, stopping when I reached the end of the bed.
“If I fuck you, will you stop being such a fucking tease?” I begged. He rubbed himself harder, moaning even more loudly and leaning heavily against the doorframe.
“Maybe.” He smiled, his eyes still shut. I stood up and grabbed him roughly by his tie, smashing my mouth into his, swallowing the moan that emitted from his throat.
“Are you gonna be good and make me cum nice and quickly? We can’t be late, darling.” he murmured, pressing his lips to my jawline. I gasped and put my hands on his hips, pulling him over to the bed, and on top of me.
“Yeah, babe. Make you cum real fast.” I panted, claiming his mouth again. He shifted uncomfortably on top of me, and I furrowed my eyebrows.
“What’s wrong babe?” I asked, and he blushed.
“Can I go on the bottom?” he whispered. I groaned and shook my head.
“No. I want you on top of me.” I snapped, and he knew better than to reply. I kissed him softly to make up for the harshness in my voice, and he melted against me – a silent apology and forgiveness all in one movement. Not stopping the kiss, I slid his pants (still undone from where he’d been too distracted earlier) and fresh boxers down to the middle of his thighs, granting me access to his tight, warm ass.
“You still loose from last night?” I asked against his lips, and he nodded. He shifted forwards, his thighs opening so I could slide into him. I was amazed at how easily my cock buried itself inside of him, like we’d fucked an hour ago instead of the night before. He made a light noise of discomfort, but smiled at me to encourage me to continue. I gripped his hips tightly, thrusting myself hard into him, making him squeal with pain and pleasure. He locked his arms around my neck as I fucked into him, his body bouncing as I thrust roughly into him.
“F-fuck Daddy, your hole is so loose.” I groaned. This wasn’t strictly true, it was still tight enough to make me feel good, but I knew he’d appreciate the dirty talk.
“Harder, Frankie, fuck me harder.” He sobbed, bringing his hips down to meet my cock, burying me even deeper inside him.
“You won’t be able to walk.” I smiled, feeling his legs already shaking and weak around my waist. He smiled back.
“That’s the idea, sweetheart.” He moaned. I wrapped a hand around his cock and pumped him in time to my rough, needy thrusts into him. As sexy as this all was,I was conscious of the time, and that we really needed to start getting ready. I pulled him close, sucking and kissing the smooth skin of his neck and shoulders.
“Cum for me, honey. Please, cum all over me.” I moaned in his ear. He groaned and raised himself up on his knees before slamming himself down onto my cock so hard it was almost painful. He came as my cock connected with his prostate and he let out a low, gutteral moan as he covered both of us in cum, and I, in turn, reached my climax still buried deep inside him, my juices mixing with the ones from the night before. We collapsed on the bed, smiling widely at each other.
“We should get ready.” I panted, kissing his cheek. He laughed.
“I would, but uh. I can’t walk.” He said, smiling sheepishly.


One quick breakfast and a lot of wincing and groaning in pain from my LITERAL pain in the ass boyfriend, and we pulled up a little bit away from school. Gerard leaned forwards and kissed me deeply.
“I’m in so much pain.” He smiled. I shook my head.
“I have no sympathy for you, slut.” I chuckled. He pouted, and I kissed him again.
“See you in class, Daddy.” I purred. He gripped my forearms tightly, breathing heavily through his nose. I just laughed and slid happily out of the car, only just hearing him mutter “son of a bitch” as I slammed the door shut. It’d snowed a little bit over night, and my feet crunched through the snow as I approached the school, my breath visible in the air in front of me. I could still taste Gerard’s mouth, hot and passionate on my lips, and I felt an urge to run back to him. I knew I was seeing him later, of course, but it wasn’t the same as seeing him right fucking now.
I decided I didn’t want to see my friends – and, inevitably Cameron – straight away, so I got some coffee from the café next to the school. I drank it slowly, feeling it burn as it ran down my throat, rinsing out Gerard’s taste from my mouth leaving only the bitter taste of cheap coffee covering my tongue and gums. I cupped my hands around it, using the cup as more of a heater than a drink as I, defeated, approached my friends. To my surprise and ultimately my delight, Cameron wasn’t amongst them.
“Hey guys. I smiled. They smiled back, helping themselves each to a gulp of my coffee. Thanks, guys.
“Where’s your boo?” Chris asked. I shrugged.
“Dunno.”
“Text him, then.” Chris said, as if it was obvious. I nodded and did as he said.

TO: FucktoyHey you, where are you? X

I smirked to myself at his name on my phone, which I hadn’t changed back since Gee had put it in. Maybe I would later, but for now, it made me laugh whenever his name popped up.

FROM: Fucktoy running l8. C u in art xx

I didn’t respond, just shoved my phone into my pocket.
“He says he’s just running late.” I said, trying to act relieved.
“So now what?” Chris asked, rolling onto the heels of his feet. Because of the snow, school was starting a little bit later to allow all of the teachers and students to get in. It also meant that it finished an hour later, but I didn’t mind; at least we didn’t have to rush into class.
As the thought passed through my mind, I saw Gerard walking past me, towards the designated smoking area.He didn’t see me, but he did give me an idea.
“I could go for a smoke.” I said. Joe nodded and Chris glared at us in disapproval.
“You guys go, I’m gonna head to the library.” He said, giving a half-wave. I didn’t smoke often, but enough that I was comfortable with it. Joe chatted away to me, talking about some girl he was seeing. I was happy for him, of course, but I was slightly preoccupied with trying to find Gerard.
“Dude, are you even listening?” he asked when I didn’t reply. I sighed and leaned against the wall, ignoring the way the cold bit my skin. Gerard was leaning on the wall across from us and, apparently, hadn’t seen me yet. A cigarette rested loosely between his fingers, and I watched, hypnotized as he pulled deeply on it, letting the smoke drift out of his mouth. I realized Joe was still waiting for an answer.
“Yeah, you weren’t sure if she wanted you to touch her boobs, but you went for it and she liked it.” I smiled. He nodded and stuck his hand in his pocket, pulling out his pack of cigarettes.
And then, because the universe seems to love me now, the best thing ever happened.
“Ah, dude, I only have one. Sorry.” He said, shimmying it out of the pack. I shrugged, trying to remain nonchalant.
“It’s fine. Maybe Mr. Way will lend me one.” I suggested. Joe nodded.
“Yeah, he should, he’s let me have one of his a few times before.” He said. I smiled and crossed the smoking area to where Gerard leaned. He smiled as he saw me approaching, smoke drifting out of his nostrils.
“Can’t get enough, Frankie?” he teased.
“Gimme a cigarette.” I said. He raised his eyebrows, pulling the pack out from his pocket
“I didn’t realize you smoked.” He mused.
“Maybe pay more attention next time.” I said darkly. He whimpered softly in the back of his throat, and took a pull on his cigarette to hide it.
“So where’s your little slut?” he laughed bitterly.
“I think you know that if either of you is a slut, it’s you.” I said innocently. He rolled his eyes and held the cigarette out to me, then, changing his mind, pulled it away and placed it between my lips instead. He pulled his lighter out from his pocket and looked me in the eyes as he lit the end of the cigarette, and there was something vaguely sensual about it – enough, anyway, for my breath to hitch noticeably enough for him to smirk around his cigarette.
“Getting a bit flustered, sweetheart?” he asked smoothly. I took a deep pull on the cigarette, feeling the smoke leave my nose. Gerard bit his lip and smiled.
“That’s so hot.” He laughed.
“Who’s flustered now?” I teased. He raised an eyebrow and pulled my cigarette from between my lips, dropping it on the floor. I was about to protest, when he pushed his own cigarette into my mouth. I sucked on it, moaning as I felt the smoke fill my lungs.
“Still you. Have fun explaining that.” He said, his eyes flickering to Joe, who was making no secret of staring at us. I groaned.
“I hate you.”
“Knew it.” He said with a wink, walking towards the building, a slight limp in his step. Awkwardly, I made my way back to Joe, who stared at me, wide-eyed.
“What the fuck just happened?” he asked.
“He dropped my cigarette and didn’t have another one, so he let me have his.” I said quickly, pulling deeply on my cigarette. I could taste him again, and it seemed to stain my lips. Joe shook his head.
“That dude has boundary issues.” He laughed, dropping his finished cigarette to the floor. I was reluctant to do the same, but I didn’t want to seem weird, so I did, proud in the knowledge that I’d turned Gee on, even a little bit.

Cameron seemed unusually pleased to see me when he sat next to me in Art, claiming my mouth almost possessively.
“Woah, hey.” I chuckled. Somewhere he’d decided that it was okay to kiss me now, and I sort of just went with it, so long as it wasn’t right in front of Gee.
“Sorry, I missed you.”
“You saw me yesterday.”
“Yeah but I knew you were with him and it made me want to see you even more.” He murmured. I chewed my lip, knowing I had to say something.
“Cam, you know he’s the one who’s my boyfriend, right?” I asked slowly. He laughed bitterly.
“I know. I wish I was, though.” He said softly, entwining our fingers. I just squeezed back, not sure what to say. As always, I was struck with how easy and natural being with Cameron was, but he didn’t set my heart on fire like Gerard did, and I don’t think he ever could. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times – Gerard was fire, and Cameron was water.
“Do you think, if things didn’t work out with him-“
“I don’t know.” I breathed. He nodded.

Just before lunch, I got a text from Gee.

FROM: Daddy.
(1:35pm)
Won’t be there at lunch because I sat down at my desk and now I can’t move. Not kidding at all. I have no idea how the fuck I’m meant to teach you guys anything.

I rolled my eyes at the name he gave himself in my phone, probably when I was sleeping last night. I changed it back, to save myself from any awkwardness before replying.

TO: Gee.
(1:38pm)Stop whining you little bitch, you begged me for it.
I’m sorry it hurts though, baby. I’ll eat your ass and make it better. <3

FROM: Gee.
(1:43pm)I hate you.

TO: Gee.
(1:45pm)I love you.

FROM: Gee.
(1:49pm)Fuck you.
I love you more.

I slid my phone away, laughing quietly to myself, tuning back into the conversation.
“…and then he fucking puts his cigarette into Frank’s mouth!” Joe exclaimed. Chris turned and beamed at me, and Cameron just sat looking at the hands entwined in his lap.
“It wasn’t a big deal.” I sighed.
“Yes it was, dude. He wants your ass.”
“He does not!” I laughed, trying to make light of it.
“It sounds pretty intimate.” Chris said, agreeing with Joe. Cameron gave me an odd look that I couldn’t quite place.
“C’mon guys, you’re upsetting Cam.” I laughed, squeezing his hand. He gave me a small smile and squeezed back. Joe and Chris shuffled awkwardly
“Sorry Cam.” They mumbled. He smiled at me, stroking my jaw with a finger. I chuckled, pulling out my phone without even thinking.

FROM: Gee.
(1:58pm)This is where you say you love me more. Asshole

TO: Gee.
(2:01pm)Shut up, whiny ass bitch.
Of course I love you more. Go put some ice up your ass. <3

When I looked up, Cameron was staring at me, eyebrows raised.
“Two phones?” he asked softly. I chuckled nervously.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Smart.” He nodded, seeming impressed. I laughed and leaned into him, sighing happily when he wrapped his arms around me. It was nice to be able to be like this with him without worrying about Gerard watching and getting hurt.
“You guys are cute. When are you gonna just admit you’re dating.” Joe demanded, earning a sharp slap on the arm from Chris.
“S’not like that.” I mumbled, embarrassed.
“Frank doesn’t want that.” Cameron said firmly. Chris shook his head.
“You’re crazy, dude.” he said, but didn’t try to convince me otherwise, which I was happy about. Joe stared at me like I’d grown a third eye, but even he didn’t say anything.
It almost made me feel bad for lying. Almost.

I was almost giddy with excitement by the time we got to class. I couldn’t wait to see him, even though I’d already seen him today. Still, I wanted to see if he’d meant what he said about not being able to stand. Since he was sitting down when I walked in, I guessed that he had. He glared at me as I walked in the room and I beamed at him, dropping Cameron’s hand.
“Asshole.” He coughed, and I snorted. He was such an idiot; of course, I probably wouldn’t have loved him if he weren’t.
“Right guys.” He said, clapping from behind his desk. I could barely hold my smile.
“You’re gonna hate me a lot, but I was going to ask you to carry on reading and making notes.” He said, and the class groaned.
“Sorry, I’m just not feeling very well today.” He said, shooting a glare at me. I smiled innocently and took my book out of my bag.
The class was silent for a moment, until he started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” asked Jasmine. Gerard smirked.
“Just remembered somethin’. This morning, one of the kids in the younger classes accidentally called me ‘Dad’.” He said smoothly. I nearly fucking choked.
A few kids looking for an escape to stop working laughed.
“Have any of you guys done that before?” he asked, and a few kids nodded. He laughed, running a hand through his hair.
“It’s awkward isn’t it?” he said, turning his attention to me.
“Frank did that once, I remember.”
“Did what?” I asked slowly, warning him. He shook his head slightly, his smile widening.
“Called me Daddy, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low purr. Though, if anyone else noticed, they didn’t say anything, they just laughed at the story. I played along.
“It was once and I’d just woken up.” I grumbled. He chuckled, lowering his head.
“Wow.” Cameron said from behind me. I turned around and shot him an apologetic look.
“Sorry.” I mouthed. He just shook his head, smiling, telling me that it wasn’t me that he was blaming.
“How’s everyone getting along in their reading?” Gerard asked, and everyone mumbled in response.
“Cameron? How are you finding it?” he asked, leaning forward on his hand. Cameron sniffed.
“Fine.” He mumbled. Gerard tilted his head to the side.
“Have you gotten to the bit where they shoot the dead dog?” he asked. Cameron met his gaze.
“Yep.” He said coldly.
“I think it’s kind of sad, the way they just shoot it. Don’t you?”
“Diseased animals need to be put down.” He said calmly, but I could hear the hiss in his words. Gerard laughed a little bit nervously and turned back to his work. Cameron was making him uneasy, I could tell, and that was without Gerard knowing Cam even knew. Granted, Gerard was starting it, but if he was immature, it was only because of my own selfishness, so I couldn’t really blame him. I didn’t realize I was staring at him until he smiled at me.
“Stop staring at me.” He said softly, but apparently loud enough for Cameron to hear, because his head snapped up. I turned around and gave him a “what the fuck do you think you’re doing” kind of look, and he just took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm down. I turned to the front where Gerard was looking at him with actual concern on his face.
“Is he okay?” he mouthed, probably fearing that he took it too far with his comment about the dead dog. He was obviously just trying to tease him for his own amusement, but wasn’t actually trying to upset him.
“Stop talking about me, I’m right here.” Cameron snapped. Gerard raised his eyebrows, looking unsettled.
“Is there something wrong, Cameron? How about we go outside for a minute and-“
“No.”
“O-kay.” He said softly, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Just piss off.” Cameron said, uncharacteristically. There was a low murmur throughout the class. Gerard dropped his concern and put his ‘teacher’ face on which, at any other time would have totally turned me on.
However, watching my actual (but very illegal) boyfriend yell at my ‘not really but sort of’ other boyfriend who was very legal and who knew I was dating the illegal boyfriend, unknown to said boyfriend, and who therefore had the upper hand? That wasn’t hot. That was confusing. And scary.
“Cameron, I think we need to have a talk.” He said slowly and precisely.
“I think you need to fuck off.”
“You can’t talk to me like that.” Gerard said, calm, but clearly fuming. It was normally at this time that people would shut the fuck up and apologise.
“Yes I can. I can do whatever the fuck I want. Your creepy ass crush on my boyfriend makes you pretty vulnerable, doesn’t it?” he sneered. Gerard winced at the term ‘boyfriend’, and my heart ached in my chest. This isn’t what I fucking wanted. Cameron was supposed to make things easier, not more difficult. For the 46 billionth time, I wished I hadn’t fucking told him. Instead of getting angry, though, Gerard smirked. His eyes were dark and angry, and he looked totally fucking terrifying.
“I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.” He said smoothly, enunciating each word. The class was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Cameron’s knuckles turned white from where he had his fists clenched.
“Actually, yeah. I do.” He said, looking at me. I turned back to the front, and saw Gerard (badly) try to remain impassive, but as he looked at me, I saw betrayal and hurt in his eyes.
“If you have a problem with me, you and Mr. Iero can speak to me about it after class.” He said, shooting Cameron a glare that probably could’ve killed him.
“Yeah.” He said in response. The class was silent for the rest of the lesson, except for the soft noise of Gerard breathing heavily as he tried to calm down.

TO: Gee.
(2:46pm)Baby are you okay? I’m so fucking sorry.

The vibration the phone made seemed deafening in the silent classroom. He sighed and looked at the text, then to me, and just put his phone down deliberately on his desk. Ouch.
When the bell rang to dismiss us, the whole class stared at us as they left. My cheeks were burning red to match the blood boiling in my veins.
“Dude that wasn’t fucking cool.” Chris said from behind me. He was leaning on Cameron’s desk, looking disapprovingly.
“Someone had to fucking say it.” He sighed. Chris shook his head.
“No, man, they didn’t. What the dude does or doesn’t do in his life isn’t any of your business.”
“It is when it’s my boyfriend that’s being preyed on.”
“Frank isn’t your boyfriend, though. And correct me if I’m wrong, but Mr. Way isn’t preying on anyone. Stop being so damn jealous, it makes you look like an asshole.” Chris said. He patted my shoulder as he walked past.
“You okay, man? Must’ve been pretty embarrassing for you.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just angry. Like, I don’t know. It’s not even true, you know? I didn’t know he was so jealous and manipulative and…rude. He’s never like that around me.”
“Love makes people do weird shit.” Chris said softly, heading for the door.
“Hey, Mr. Way?” he said. Gerard looked up, his face expressionless.
“I know that ah, what Cam said isn’t true, but if it were that’d be fine. Like you know, Frank’s a cute guy, if you like other guys, so yeah. Good choice.” He said, and a small smile pulled up the side of Gerard’s mouth.
“I appreciate that.” He said coolly, and Chris smiled as he left. I felt a rush of affection for him, and how respectful and kind he was. I knew I could trust him, and I felt sort of bad for lying this whole time. Maybe I’d tell him now.
Cameron’s hand touched my shoulder and I shrugged him off. I wasn’t in the mood.
“Frank, I’m sorry. Just everything they were saying at lunch, and then the way you two fucking act together. I just got angry.” He said softly. I didn’t say anything.
Gerard looked up after a moment and sighed.
“So. He knows.” He said coldly. I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. Gerard groaned.
“Jesus, Frank. Of all the people you could have fucking told, you told the guy who actually has an excuse to try and fuck it up?” he said despairingly.
“He guessed.” I said lamely.
“It wasn’t hard.” Cameron murmured.
“What?” Gerard demanded. Cameron made an exasperated noise.
“Dude, everyone knows. Everybody fucking knows. Okay, maybe they don’t know you’re fucking, but for the last two years, everyone has known you’ve had a crush on Frank. That’s why nobody was surprised when I said it just now. It’s all of those adoring little looks, or the way you always fucking touch him when you walk past him, or the way he’s an exception to every damn rule you have. Even before you two were actually fucking, everyone thought you wanted to fuck him. Which, you did, didn’t you?”
“N-no. Not until-“ he said, getting flustered. It was an unusual sight because he was normally so collected.
“Liar. You’ve wanted to fuck him since he was 15. A 15 year old child, and you wanted to screw him, didn’t you?”
“No.” Gerard said weakly. He was lying, and it made me feel uncomfortable, to say the least. I hadn’t noticed at all, but apparently everyone else had. Nice of them to let me in on it.
“Yes. And now you’re using the fact that he’s eighteen to justify to yourself that you’re not the sick, twisted pervert you know you are. Just admit it.” Cameron shouted. Gerard slammed his fist on the table.
“Fine! Fuck, I fucking admit it, okay? Yes, Frank, okay I’ve always wanted you. I didn’t do anything about it though, did I?” he said, tears streaming down his cheeks. I wanted to hold him, until I remembered that I actually could. I walked over to his chair and pulled his head to my chest, cradling him and stroking his hair as he whimpered against me.
“Shit, I’m so sorry. I’m disgusting.” He breathed. I shook my head and knelt down next to him, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
“No, honey. It’s okay. You waited, didn’t you?” I said.
“I didn’t want to. God, Frank, you were a fucking child, and the things I wanted to do to you. I’d sit here and watch you and fucking fantasize about you. I’m a monster.”
“Shut up. You couldn’t help the attraction, but you chose to ignore it. We’re our choices, and you’re a good person.”
“It was only you. It’s never happened to me before. I don’t just go around wanting to fuck children all the time.” He laughed dryly. I kissed him gently.
“It’s fine, you don’t need to justify yourself to me. Besides, I was almost 16 anyway, right?” I joked. He chuckled softly and held my hand. When I turned around, Cameron looked like he’d been punched in the stomach and I chewed my lip, feeling guilty. Gerard straightened himself out and looked at Cameron.
“So, when can I expect the police at my door?” he said, strangely businesslike, especially considering that his hand was shaking in mine. He was terrified, and it was all my fault. I rubbed soothing circles into his hand and he smiled softly and let out a small hum, despite himself.
“They won’t.” Cameron said hoarsely. Gerard looked up at him.
“Why?”
“I’m not going to tell. I promised Frank I wouldn’t, and I stand by that.” He said firmly. Gerard’s face broke out into a relieved smile, and I could almost see the tension pouring out of him.
“Thank you, Cameron. That’s very noble of you.” He said, looking deeply into his eyes.
“Can I ask you somethin’?”
“Sure.”
“If I told you that I’d tell unless you left Frank, would you?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I’d rather die.” He said. I felt choked up and moved closer to Gee. He smiled a little and slid me onto his lap, resting me on one side so he could still talk to Cameron.
“So you’d go to prison, and risk whatever other consequence that might come, just so you could stay with him?”
“Yes. I’d rather die than live without him.” Gerard said, looking at me, his eyes warm and soft. He ran a hand softly down my cheek, his thumb stroking my jawline.
“Shh, sweetheart, don’t cry. It’s all okay.” He murmured. I hadn’t realized I was crying until he mentioned it.
“I fucked up.” I breathed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and shook his head.
“I’m not mad, baby. It was gonna happen eventually. It’s fine, sweetheart. We’re fine.” He said, resting his forehead against mine. I smiled weakly.
“Well, fuck.” Cameron sighed. We both turned towards him.
“What?” I asked softly. He shook his head.
“You really love him.” He said. It was directed at Gerard, who smiled softly, staring at me like I was the Sun.
“I do. I love him more than anything.”
“I was hoping it was just sex.” He admitted awkwardly. Gerard laughed, then put his hand high on my thigh protectively.
“It’s sex too, though, Cameron. I think you should remember that next time you touch him in front of me.” He said darkly, threateningly, erasing all façade of a truce. Cameron squared his jaw.
“He’s never said no so far.” He murmured, eyes flickering to me. Jesus Christ, this was such a weird situation. Gerard raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“He’s never begged you to let him fuck you though, has he? Or bent over a table all obediently for you while you whipped the shit out of him with a belt, or let you eat that cute ass of his. Has he?” He smirked and I blushed.
“Gee, stop.” I murmured, but he just chuckled, rubbing my arm. Cameron’s jaw dropped at Gerard’s words, and he was just staring at us, his ears burning.
“So, again, I’d like to ask you not to touch my things.” Gerard said, holding me tightly. I felt my cock twitch in my jeans at his possessiveness and Christ, this wasn’t the time for that.
Cameron smiled a little, laughing lightly under his breath.
“So, you bottom?” he asked, clearly amused. Gerard gave me a look that said “is this guy fucking kidding?” and turned back to Cameron.
“Yeah, I do. Funny, right?”
“A bit.” Cameron admitted.
“Yeah, it is funny I guess. It’s so funny when he cries, begging for me to let him fuck me, and when he fucks me on his fingers, almost passing out from pure fucking need, and the look on his face when he slides into me, his cock filling up my ass, or the way my Frankie looks covered in cum. Really, it’s hilarious.” He murmured, and I felt his cock harden underneath me. Well, fuck. Go big or go home, I guess. Cameron shifted uncomfortably (understandably, because he was the only one in the room who didn’t have a boner), looking at me searchingly.
“I didn’t need to hear that.” He murmured, and my heart dropped. Gerard was hurting him, and what was worse, he knew it.
“It’s even funnier afterwards, though. When he yawns and pulls out, and I take him into my arms and hold him, and kiss him and he tells me he loves me. That’s the funniest part.” He breathed, his breath hitching as he slid his fingers down the smooth skin of my neck.
“Stop, Gerard, you’re hurting him.” I murmured, feeling powerless. Gerard’s eyes flashed up.
“No. He needs to know. He needs to know that you’re fucking mine.” he practically snarled. Cameron sighed.
“Yeah, shit, I fucking know. He reminds me enough times.” Cameron shot.
“I feel very little sympathy for you, considering you’re trying to take my life away from me.” Gerard said, tilting his head. God, that man was pure sass when he wanted to be.
“You can’t keep him, though. He’ll get bored of you eventually.” He said in a tone so matter-of-fact that it threw me off guard. Gerard stared at him for a minute, pulling me closer.
“Get out.” He said softly. Cameron laughed, exasperated.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. What, do you think he’s gonna marry you?” he asked, raising his eyebrows when Gerard blushed.
“Get out.” He repeated, his voice weak. Cameron didn’t move.
“Cam, if you don’t leave right now, we’re done.” I said angrily. How fucking dare he? Sure, Gerard had just spent the last half hour doing the same thing back, but Cameron’s comments were unwarranted and unfair. Or maybe I was unfair. Either way, nobody got to hurt Gerard on my watch. Cameron chewed his lip and nodded, walking out of the room.
“Call me later?” He asked and I nodded. As soon as the door shut, Gerard was pushing me off his lap, turning away from me suddenly.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, reaching for his hand. He spun around, his eyes cold and angry.
“Jesus, Frank. I still can’t believe you told him. What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I thought you said-“
“I wasn’t going to do this in front of him, was I?” he spat. I felt tears swimming in my eyes.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t-“
“Just go.” He sighed. I chewed my lip.
“Please, Gee.” I said, walking towards him. He stepped away from me.
“Don’t even touch me. Just go. I can’t fucking believe you.”
“I didn’t mean to.” I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks.
“You completely broke my trust and put us both in danger, just so that slut would still want your dick.” He snarled.
“No, it wasn’t like that!”
“I don’t care. Y’know what, if you can’t choose between us, I’ll make the choice for you. Get the fuck out.” He said coldly.
“I can choose. I choose you, Gee, every fucking time. You know tha-“
“Then why is he even still here!? It was a cute idea at first, Frank, but it’s not working!” he exploded.
“I’ll end it, then.” I whispered. Gerard shook his head.
“No. He’ll tell if you do. God, Frank, I can’t even look at you. Just leave me alone.” He said. I walked to the door, my heart heavy.
“You know, sometimes I wish I’d never met you.” He said coldly. I spun around, my heart in my throat.
“Please don’t say that.” I whispered thickly.
“My life would be so much…easier. All I’d have to worry about is Mikey, and even he doesn’t cause me as much pain as you do.”
“It’s worth it, though. The pain. Right?” I whispered. He didn’t reply, and I felt fresh tears spill down my face.
“What about everything you just said? About not living without me?”
“Of course I can’t live without you! I fucking love you, Frank, but I’m dying if I stay with you and I’ll die if I leave, so why does it matter?”
“Please. Please, I love you. Don’t do this, honey. Not now, we can work through this, please.” I begged. He sighed, sounding bored. I took a deep breath and closed the distance between the door and me.
“Text me later, okay?” I said weakly. He let out a bitter laugh.
“Don’t count on it.”

Notes

Remember how you all loved me last chapter? *maniacal laughing* *desperate sobbing*