I Think I Like It

I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep until I woke up by Gerard moving from under me. I groaned and rolled over sleepily, stretching out and smiling at him. He smiled and kissed me gently.
“Sorry, I was trying to go without waking you.” He murmured. I pulled him in for another kiss.
“Go where?” I asked groggily.
“Mikes has a hospital appointment, and then we were gonna go for dinner.” He said. I sat up.
“You were just gonna leave me here?” I asked. He laughed.
“No, of course not. I was just gonna wake you up before we left. I thought I’d let you sleep a bit longer.” He said, smiling fondly and stroking my cheek. I sighed and smiled, feeling a warm sense of contentedness spark through me, almost as if things were the way they used to be. The sharp, stabbing pain in my ass reminded me otherwise, and I winced. He frowned.
“Still hurt?” he murmured. I nodded. He glanced up at the clock, then back to me.
“If you want, I can drive you home on the way to taking Mikey.” He said. I nodded and moved to rise to my feet, but he stopped me with a kiss.
“Or, you can come with us and stay with me tonight.” He said, his eyes dancing. I blushed.
“Oh. I…I don’t know.” I said awkwardly. As happy as I was, I had to admit that things were going fast, and I was worried that I’d be left behind again. He bit his lip and smirked – knowing full well that doing that would make me do anything he wanted.
“You don’t have to, sweetheart.” He said softly, but he still had that sexy, sultry little smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I guess maybe just for one night.” I smiled. He chuckled and kissed me.
“You guys need to get a room.” Mikey interrupted. I laughed, but Gerard pulled me closer to him.
“We have a room, Mikes. How about you get out of it?” he said, kissing me again, harder and deeper. I laughed and pushed him away, heaving myself off the sofa.
“Don’t be a dick, Gee.” I laughed. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I looked away,blushing.
“You’ve never minded my dick before.” He purred.
“Jesus Christ. I think I preferred it when you weren’t talking.” Mikey groaned. Gerard just laughed, and I, for the millionth time, just stared at him in awe. He was so beautiful, and he was, apparently, all mine. At least for now.

The car ride to the hospital was better than the last one – but of course, I guess it couldn’t really be worse. Still, aside from that, it was genuinely enjoyable. Gerard drove with Mikey in the passenger seat and me in the back (with the promise that I’d get to sit in the front on the way back), and we listened to classic rock on loud with the windows wide open. The way we were acting, you’d have thought it was July instead of a brisk evening in early March, and that we were going to a concert or something instead of driving my teacher (who was also my sort of kind of boyfriend) and his post-comatose brother to the hospital. I chuckled and Gerard smiled at me from the mirror, sending my heart into overdrive.
“You nervous?” I asked Mikey. He shrugged.
“Nah, I’m fine. I’ve already been to a few of these, so it’s getting to be sort of routine. Y’know, I’ll turn up, they’ll run tests, congratulate me on my sobriety, flirt with Gee, and then we’ll be outta there.” He said, beaming at his brother. Gerard rolled his eyes.
“They won’t flirt with me.” He laughed. Mikey turned and looked at me, his eyes wide with amusement.
“I bet you five bucks he gets hit on.” He said. I reached forward and shook his head.
“You’re on.” I said, narrowing my eyes.
“Wow, thanks Frank.” Gerard chuckled.
“People flirt with you a lot.” I pointed out.
“It’s true, Gee, they do.” Mikey said, supporting me.
“I can’t help that!” he protested. Mikey shrugged.
“Doesn’t change it, dude.”
“You can both shut up.” He grumbled jokingly, turning the music a little louder. Mikey and I shared a look, before I leaned my head back on the soft seat, my eyes falling shut as I let the music flow through me, the gentle rocking of the car soothing me slowly to sleep.

“Jesus, Mikey, I don’t know.” Gerard snapped. It was the first thing I heard waking up.
“Well, it’s not hard, is it?” Mikey replied calmly, which I knew was probably driving Gerard crazy. He looked into the mirror to check if I was still sleeping, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Yes it is. It’s not something I can just come out and tell him, is it?” Gerard hissed.
“He has to know, or he’ll find out later and it’ll bite you in the ass.”
“I know that, shit, but I…I don’t know. He won’t like it.”
“Of course he won’t. You should have thought of that before you-“
“Yeah. I know. You didn’t have to lie to him, though.”
“It’s not my place to tell him.” Mikey sighed. Gerard made an undistinguishable noise and Mikey sighed again.
“Why do I even need to tell him? It’s not like he ever met him.”
“You know damn well why you need to tell him. How would you feel if-“
“Please. Okay, I know.” Gerard groaned. I tried to keep my breathing shallow, as if I was sleeping, even as my heart slammed against my ribcage. It didn’t take a genius to work out that they were talking about me – and apparently, there was something Gerard wasn’t telling me.
“Do you still love him?”
“Who? Frank?”
“No. You know who.” Mikey said softly. Gerard breathed softly, and my heart froze in my chest. Didn’t he tell me he’d never been in love before?
“I-no. Of course not.”
“You don’t sound so sure.” MIkey murmured. Gerard sucked in a shaky breath – oh God, he was crying. My heart was threatening to jump out of my throat at this point, my legs shaking softly.
“No. I mean, I love Frank.” He said, but it wasn’t convincing. I felt like I was going to throw up. I wanted to ‘wake up’ and end their conversation, but at the same time, I wanted to see where it would go, because apparently I enjoyed self-torture.
“Right.” Mikey snorted.
“Jesus, Mikes. I love him, okay? Frankie’s everything. You know that. You know what he means to me.” He almost shouted, going quiet at the end when he remembered I was ‘sleeping’.
“I know you love him, Gee. I didn’t mean that.”
“Then what?”
“I just think that maybe you’re a bit confused.”
“No. I love him.”
“But you love Bert too.” Mikey said softly. Who the fuck was Bert?
“I don’t know.” Gerard all but sobbed. I felt my blood run cold. How the fuck could he not know? Wasn’t I enough?
“You know he’d have you back in a heartbeat, right?” Mikey said, but it didn’t sound like he was offering – more like warning.
“Yeah.”
“Would you ever leave Frank for him?” he said bluntly.
“I’ve never considered it.”
“That’s not what I asked you.” Mikey said darkly. He was clearly for Gerard staying with me (if that’s what we were. Together) and I felt a rush of affection for him.
“Shit, I don’t know, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I don’t fucking know.” Gerard snapped.
“You can’t keep doing this, Gee. It’s not good for you or anyone else.” Mikey said softly.
“What, you worried I’ll try to kill myself again?” Gerard said coldly.
“You know that’s not what I-“
“Just shut up. I’ll work this out, okay? It’ll be fine.”
“And you’ll tell Frank?” Mikey said. Gerard breathed deeply.
“Yeah. I’ll tell Frank.”
“When?”
“Tonight. I’ll do it tonight.” He said, sounding uncertain. They were silent after that, and someone – I assumed Gerard – turned the radio up, so I took that as my cue to open my eyes and stretch over-dramatically. Gerard’s face pulled into a soft, fond smile, and I found it hard to believe that he’d really said what I’d just heard.
“Hey, sweetheart. We’re almost there.” He said, his voice soft. I nodded and pulled my knees up to my chest, trying to hold myself together. He was in love with someone else. The words kept flitting through my mind. I wasn’t enough for him, and he was in love with someone else. Not only that, but from the sounds of it, he’d been in love with them this whole fucking time.
So what was I, then? A fucking toyboy for him to fuck around? That didn’t sound right. After everything we’d been through, it didn’t seem right that he didn’t love me – but I heard him say it himself. How could he love me when he was already in love with someone else.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Gerard asked, eyebrows furrowing. I nodded silently, looking out the window.
“Yeah, just feeling a bit motion sick.” I murmured.
“Want me to stop the car for a bit?” he asked concernedly. I took a deep breath.
“Yeah, actually. If that’s okay.” I said. He nodded and pulled over, and I slid out of the car almost as soon as it’d stopped moving. Luckily, we were already in the more rural area, probably pretty close to the hospital, actually, so I had a small patch of trees that I could walk amongst. I looked at it longingly.
“Hey, I’m just gonna go for a bit of a walk to get some air in my head. I’ll be back in like, 10 minutes. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. We’re actually a little early so take your time. Do you want me to come with you?” Gerard asked smoothly.
“No.” I said too fast. His face dropped but he nodded, plastering a smile onto his face, and I started walking away.
“Hey, no kiss?” he asked jokingly.
“Maybe later.” I said weakly. His smiled dropped again and he nodded. I just turned away from him and continued my walk.
Even though my stomach was churning, I waited until I was fully hidden by the trees to sink to my knees and vomit. Yeah, that’s right. I fucking hurled, right there, choking up the contents of my stomach as my knees shook. He couldn’t be in love with someone else – not this whole time. He couldn’t have lied to me for almost 5 months, could he? And what about the two years before that, where he claimed to have wanted me even then? I ran a hand through my hair and laughed bitterly to myself. I guess he could. Despite knowing him for two years, I really didn’t know much about him – not enough to have fallen for him so hard. I was suddenly very angry with myself for having been so stupid. Of course he’d have things he hid from me. Of course he wasn’t in love with me. He meant what he said yesterday, and I knew it. He didn’t love me because he was still hung up over this Bert guy, and I was a happy distraction. It made a lot of things fit together well.

I knew we had to get going, so I stumbled back to the car, feeling both relieved and terrified when the car came into view. Mikey was still inside, from what I could see, but Gerard was leaning against the car, smoking a cigarette. His eyes were red, his black hair pushed back from his face and sticking up in places. Despite being desperately angry and confused, I still couldn’t help the jolt of ‘holy shit’ that ran through my body because, damn, he was so beautiful. He pulled his cigarette out of his mouth when he saw me approaching and held it out to me.
“Want the rest?” he asked. I took it and nodded my thanks, sucking the smoke into my lungs. He leaned against the car again, scrutinizing me.
“Are you okay now?” he asked softly. I laughed bitterly.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Is there anything upsetting you?” he asked. I took a pull of the cigarette to stagger my answer.
“Nah.” I said as the smoke poured from my lips. He grunted and slid back into the car. I dropped the cigarette on the floor, leaving it smoking as I got into the backseat.
“Feeling any better?” Mikey asked as I got in. I smiled weakly at him.
“Yeah, a little.” I said, and he smiled back. Gerard was silent as he started the car and didn’t speak until we got to the hospital.

Once there, though, things ran pretty smoothly. Mikey checked in, and Gerard smiled at the elderly receptionist again.
“You brought your son along again?” she asked quizzically. I froze, realizing how weird it looked.
“Yeah. He wants to be a doctor.” He said easily, the lie slipping through his curved lips. Of course he was lying – he was used to that, right? She smiled at me in undeserved admiration and we went through to the examining room.
And that’s where everything went wrong.
Almost as soon as we’d walked in, Gerard muttered “oh fuck” just as the nurse – a male one this time, not Marie – turned around and smiled. Even Mikey sucked in a breath.
“Hey Mikes, you ready for your physical?” he asked. Mikey nodded slowly, almost resentfully, and followed him to the chair. I didn’t know why the Way brothers were acting so weird – the guy seemed nice enough. He had long, brown hair, and from what I could see through his scrubs, he was fairly slim, and had a wide, friendly smile.
“How’re you doing, Gerard? It’s been a while.”
“Only a couple of weeks.” He said, his voice weak. The nurse chuckled.
“That’s a long time, considering.” He said, giving Gerard a meaningful look. Gerard blushed and looked down, and I didn’t miss the hard stare Mikey was giving him. What the fuck was going on?
The Nurse’s eyes laid on me and he quirked his mouth up into a smile, before turning back to Mikey.
“Is that Frank?” he asked. It was a simple question, but for some reason, Gerard tensed.
“Yeah.” He said, his voice dry. The nurse raised his eyebrows.
“He looks different to how I imagined.” He murmured. I looked up at Gerard, a thousand questions running through my mind. Gerard sighed.
“Frankie, this is Bert. Bert, Frank.” He said in a loose greeting. My heart plummeted and I felt sick again. This was Bert? He was fucking gorgeous. There was no way I could compete with that. I gave him a tight smile, which he returned with a dazzling grin. I heard Gerard’s breath hitch and could barely contain the tears that formed in my eyes. This was so fucking bad. I looked up and saw Gerard staring at him, his eyes wide with awe, his mouth slightly open as he not-so-subtly checked him out. I didn’t blame him – the guy could be a fucking movie star.
“Gerard.” Mikey hissed, and he shut his mouth, glancing at me and blushing. I acted nonchalant, like I hadn’t noticed, even as my legs shook. Bert grinned, probably knowing damn well what had happened.
“Aw, don’t ruin all the fun, Mikey.” He chuckled.
“Frank, go outside.” Gerard murmured, his voice soft, like he was trying not to cry. I guess that made two of us.
“No.” I said hotly. He looked at me with pure rage in his eyes, even as his face remained calm.
“I said, go outside. Now.” He said firmly, and there was no arguing with him. I gave Mikey a weak smile and did as I was told, just about hearing Mikey say “how the fuck dare you” as I closed the door.
I couldn’t hear much from outside, just muffled voices that rose and fell, and Mikey shouting so loud that I could almost hear what he was saying even through the sound-proofing. I heard when Gerard started crying, and I heard when Mikey yelled at him for it. Then there was a lot of shuffling and silence, and then Mikey appeared, his grip hard on Gerard’s wrist. Gerard was still crying when he towed him out.
“Get in the car.” Mikey snapped at Gerard. I was surprised at his tone, but Gerard wasn’t. He just nodded, defeated, and walked away. Mikey didn’t say anything until we couldn’t hear Gerard’s footsteps anymore, and then he pulled me into a tight hug. He smelled kinda like Gerard, but not as musky and warm.
“I’m so sorry Frank. I’m so, so sorry.” He whispered. I clung to him, not sure how much he knew that I was aware of.
“For what?” I asked weakly. Mikey shook his head and stepped back, putting his hands on my shoulders.
“Gerard’s gonna talk to you later, okay? Don’t be afraid.” He said, but I couldn’t help it. My legs were shaking so hard I thought I’d collapse, only Mikey’s hands on my shoulders keeping me upright.
“I’m so scared. God, I’m so scared.” I said, letting the tears flow freely from my eyes, my legs finally giving way as Mikey pulled me back into his arms. What I’d gathered was that Gerard had had a thing with Bert, and may or may not still be in love with him. But there was something else that they weren’t telling me, and it was that that had me worried.
“Shh, don’t be scared. He won’t hurt you, he loves you.” Mikey said softly.
“No, he doesn’t. He can’t love me if he…” I said, letting the words die, but Mikey knew what I was trying to say.
“He does, Frank. Never doubt that. You mean the world to him, I swear. I’ve never seen him as happy as he is with you. You just gotta let him explain himself and work stuff out.” He said. I didn’t reply. Mikey sighed and led me out of the hospital.

Mikey insisted that I sit in the front seat, despite my protests. I glared at him as I sat awkwardly next to Gerard, who didn’t look at me even once. None of us were particularly hungry anymore, so we skipped dinner and just drove home.
“You can just drop me off home.” I said softly. Gerard made a small, choked noise.
“Why? Don’t you wanna stay with me?” he asked.
“I don’t think I do.” I said. He pursed his lips and tried, unsuccessfully, to blink away his tears.
“If that’s what you want.” He said gently.
“That’s bullshit.” Mikey piped up from the back.
“What?” Gerard said.
“Gerard, don’t drop him off. You two need to stop fucking running away from each other. Fuck. I’ve never seen two people less happy to be in love with each other than you are.” He said harshly. I sighed.
“Yeah, okay.” I said, looking longingly at my street as we drove past it. I guess I was in for an awkward, and probably emotionally draining night. Thanks, Mikey.

By the time we got back, it was pretty late, so we all just went to bed. Gerard and I didn’t say a word to each other as we stripped off and slid into bed. He turned away from me and I faced the ceiling. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep until he spoke to me, and I hated the silence.
“Say something.” I said hoarsely. He groaned and turned over so he was facing me, his face surprisingly peaceful.
“You know you mean the world to me, right?” he sighed.
“Then tell me what’s going on. Gee, I need to know.” I said. He nodded slowly and sat up.
“A while after Mikey went into his coma, I met Bert – the nurse from earlier. He was really supportive and helpful during that time, and we dated. He was wonderful, you know. So kind, and gentle and…I fell pretty hard for him, you know?”
“You told me you’d never been in love before me.” I whispered. He smiled a little bit.
“Let me finish, okay?”
I agreed.
“So, anyway, I fell for him hard. He was everything I could have ever wanted in a person and more. Kind and funny and smart and – well, you get it. The first time I ever bottomed was for him. I trusted him with my life, and I honestly thought we’d be together forever, you know? Just, I was so in love.”
“Right.” I said, my eyes filling with tears.
“Then, about a year into our relationship, something happened.”
“What?” I asked. He smiled fondly at me.
“I met you.” He said softly.
“Why was that significant?”
“I told you before, didn’t I? I wanted you from the second I saw you. Bert knew something was up because I became distant and I wasn’t interested in him, and I just didn’t want sex. That was it. I just didn’t fucking want it anymore, because, ah, I just wanted you.” He said, embarrassed. It was a weird, yet highly flattering thought that this whole time he wanted me and I only just got with the program recently.
“Not to mention that I slipped pretty badly into my depression. I mean, fuck, I was a grown man who wanted to fuck a student. I knew it was wrong, and I hated myself for it, and that was the first time I tried to kill myself.” He said simply. My eyes filled with tears.
“I’m so sorry.” I breathed. He laughed.
“It’s not your fault. Anyway, Bert made me tell him after that, and when I did, he was…really, really helpful, actually. He suggested that I get help, and was being so kind and soft about it. You know, he just wanted to make sure I was okay. But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t enough. I started getting back into the drugs and alcohol that I was into before Mikey’s coma, and I fucked a lot of people. He stayed with me through it, but I knew I was killing him, so I left.” He said.
“But you regret it?” I asked hoarsely. He pursed his lips.
“No. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, maybe, but no. If I hadn’t, I couldn’t have you.”
“Wouldn’t you prefer him? I mean, would you leave me for him?” I asked shakily, repeating the question Mikey asked him in the car.
“If you’d asked me that earlier, I’d have told you I didn’t know. But after seeing him today? No. No, I wouldn’t. You’re everything, Frank. I’m so sorry.” He said, kissing my forehead.
“There’s something else, isn’t there?” I said weakly. He groaned.
“I’m sorry.”
“What is it, Gee? Just tell me, please” I begged.
“You’ll hate me.” He said, tears slipping down his cheeks.
“I couldn’t ever hate you. I love you. Please.” I breathed. He pressed his fingers to his neck where the lovebites were fading, and my stomach flipped.
“T-these. He gave me these.” He breathed. I scooted away from him on instinct and he sighed, defeated.
“Mikey said-“
“I know. I didn’t want to hurt you, Frank.”
“Tell me everything.” I said, leaning against the headboard. He nodded.
“I was doing better, mentally, but I still missed you. I still sort of carried on being friends with him, because he was always there with Mikey, so I’d already mentioned that we’d split up. Anyway, he asked to meet me in some bar, and I went, and we got pissed. That’s when he kissed me, and I started crying and said that I just wanted to not feel anymore, so he – he fucked me in the bathroom at the bar, in one of the stalls, to make me forget. It wasn’t enough though, so I brought him home and I ended up fucking him on the kitchen floor. I must’ve called him by your name at least three times.” He said, laughing sadly at the end. My breath was shaking and raw. I didn’t want to be here, hearing about this. He looked at me, chewing his lip.
“I’m so sorry.” He breathed. I sucked in a breath.
“No. We weren’t together. You can get fucked by who you want, right? I did.” I said, trying to hurt him, but feeling bad when it actually worked. He shook his head and pulled me into his arms, seeming quite relieved when I let him cradle me against him.
“Do you still love him?” I asked weakly.
“I don’t think so. Even if I do, I love you so much more. You have to believe me. You’re like an ocean in my lungs, and he’s just a river.”
“You looked so in love with him today. You looked like he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.” I said softly. He kissed me.
“Not as beautiful as you, Frank. Never as beautiful as you. He could never have as much of me as you have.” He murmured.
“I don’t want little pieces of you, Gerard. I want all of you.” I said.
“You’ve got it.” He whimpered. I crawled on top of him, straddling his legs.
“No. I want all of you.” I said darkly.

It took him a minute to realize what I meant, and his jaw dropped when he did.
“F-Frankie. No, not yet.” He said, his hips rolling up despite his words. He was soft, but I could feel him hardening underneath me.
“Why? It’s not like I haven’t done it before. I haven’t got any innocence for you to take.” I murmured. He winced, but reached up to cup my cheek.
“Sweetheart, you’ll always be innocent to me. My little angel.” He whispered, claiming my mouth in a kiss that was dirty and sloppy, despite his words. His tongue flicked sinfully into my mouth as his hands gripped my hips. I ground my ass down into his now fully hard cock and he whimpered.
“I’m so sorry, Frankie. I love you so fucking much.” He breathed, flipping us over so he was on top of me. I gasped and he smirked, kissing me deeply as his hands ran over my cock, lying heavy and full against my stomach.
“Does your ass still hurt, angel?” he asked, pressing kisses to my jaw. I nodded weakly. He moved so he was lying between my legs and pulled them over his shoulders, kissing my thighs gently, his gentle stubble scraping softly against my skin.
“Shh, Daddy’s gonna make it all better, okay, angel?” I nodded wordlessly and he smiled, his kisses moving closer towards my ass, before he let his tongue snake out for the first, tentative lick. I whimpered and wiggled down onto him, and he laughed, putting a hand on my hip.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He said, moving his hand from my hip and holding my cheeks apart as he buried his face between my legs. I moaned as he lapped at me, his slick, wet tongue actually providing some much-needed relief from the pain.
“God, he fucking destroyed you, baby. That little cunt hurt my angel.” He said, and I widened my eyes at his use of the word. Sure, he swore all the time, but this was a first. He looked up at me through his eyelashes.
“I’ll make it better. Make it like he never touched you.”
“Please.” I whimpered. He spread my cheeks even further and licked into me, his tongue pushing past the first ring of muscle and I cried out, my hand petting through his hair as he fucked me on his tongue.
“Taste so good, honey. I’ll never get used to it.” He murmured. I felt a finger running around my entrance and whined desperately, rolling my hips down.
“So greedy, aren’t you? My innocent little angel is so desperate to get fucked.” He purred, kissing my thigh as he slid his finger into me. I moaned loudly, and Gerard leaned up to kiss me, smiling mischievously.
“Shhh, you’ll wake up Mikey.” He chuckled.
“Sorry.” I smiled. He laughed and returned to his place between my legs, sliding a second finger in. I put a hand over my mouth to stifle my moan and he grinned as he fucked me on his fingers. I writhed and moaned at his touch, desperate for more.
“G-Gerard. More, baby, please. Give me more.”
“Want my dick, angel? Want Daddy to fuck you?” he asked softly, kissing my neck. I moaned and ground down onto his fingers.
“Yes, please, Gerard, please. Gee, honey, please.” I whispered. He chewed his lip, his free hand jacking his cock and God that was the sexiest thing ever.
“Maybe you haven’t noticed, sweetheart, but I’ve got a really, really big cock. Much bigger than that little slut’s.” he smirked. I whined.
“I know, honey, please. I want it.” I said desperately, not caring that I sounded like a fucking whore. Shit, I was a fucking whore. He smiled.
“I don’t think you’re ready yet.” He whispered. I was about to protest, when I felt him slip another finger in. Jesus Christ, I had three of his fingers buried in my ass. I’d never felt this full before, and I couldn’t help the loud, jagged moan that escaped my lips. Fuck Mikey, right?
Gerard was too gone to even notice, his eyes glazed over with pure lust, his pupils so blown that I could barely see any hazel.
I hadn’t noticed that he’d pulled any lube out, but I couldn’t help but watch as he smeared it on his cock, which, only now that it was about to enter me did I realize was monstrously big. He was going to kill me, and I couldn’t fucking wait. He pressed the blunt tip to my ass and smiled.
“Please!” I cried out.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me.”
“Not like that.” He snapped. I moaned and writhed under him. This was torture.
“Daddy, please. I need your cock so badly. I just want to ride your cock, Daddy, please. Fuck me. Fuck me.” I said, sobbing. He moaned and pushed softly into me. I was overwhelmed with desire and pure fucking love for the man on top of me. I’d wanted this for so long I could barely stand it.
“Is that okay, Frankie?” he asked softly. I answered him by kissing him, feeling him smile against my lips as he pushed into me. Jesus Christ, he was so fucking big. I felt my eyes roll back as he pushed the last bit into me, easily brushing my prostate and making me yelp in unexpected pleasure.
“Oh, God, Frank. So, so beautiful. I love you.” He whispered, kissing me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pushing him even deeper inside me.
“I love you, too.” I said, feeling tears in my eyes. This was too much, and I loved it. Loved him.
He held my hips and began to move, his thrusts deep but relatively soft, which, for the time being, I was thankful for. He rested his forehead against mine, his hand cupping my cheek as he fucked into my softly.
“More, Gee. Please, I can’t stand it. I need more.” I whimpered.
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“I don’t care if it hurts. Give me all you’ve got.” I said, challenging him. He moaned and buried his face in my shoulder his his thrusts became more erratic and, most importantly, a lot fucking harder. I whined, digging my nails into his back as he pounded into me.
“Fuck it. Scream for me, sweetheart. Let me hear those pretty little moans.” He said, biting my neck. I let a loud, desperate moan rip out of my chest, followed by several more moans and heavy pants as he abused my tight ass. I wasn’t the only one, though. His groants and cries of “fuck, so tight baby” and “I fucking love you” filled the room, and there was no fucking way Mikey hadn’t heard us. I smiled at the thought and captured his lips in a kiss.
“How about you cum untouched, sweetheart? Think you can do that for me?” he whispered, the sound of his skin slapping mine almost deafening. I panted and nodded, my fingers digging into the bedsheets as he thrust himself deeply inside me, his tongue and teeth paying way too much attention to my neck and collarbones. I felt my cock twitch and grabbed it as I came, harder than I think I’d ever cum before, coating his already sweat-slicked skin in the white liquid. He moaned and thrust into me one last time, his hips stuttering to a stop as he came, crying out my name and a long list of profanities. Unlike with Cameron, I was happy to feel his juices trickling out of me, coating my thighs. He slid out gently and rolled over next to me, his breath heavy.
“Marry me, Frank. Just fuckin’ marry me.” He breathed, pulling me into a lazy kiss. I curled my fingers in his jet black hair.
“Any day, honey. Just take me away from here and we’ll go somewhere and I’ll marry you.”
“Really?”
“Jesus, Gerard, yes. Fucking run away with me and marry me.” I whimpered. He laughed.
“Don’t tempt me.” He sighed, stroking my cheek. I don’t know how long we laid there before falling asleep, Bert and Cameron and all that shit completely forgotten – just me and my love.

Notes

Okay, so I lied when I said this chapter would be fluffy. You got your fuckin' smut though, right? <3 <3 <3

(and extra fluff in the next chapter to make up for me lying to you lovelies, of course ;D)