I Think I Like It

I watched him sleep for a little bit, my hand combing delicately through his hair, until I couldn’t ignore the feeling inside my stomach any longer. Honestly, I didn’t even know how I felt about him at that point. He’d put his brother in danger, lied to me, hit me, and above all else, he was fucking stoned and drunk. I slid out from under him, knowing that it was unlikely that I’d wake him up, because he’d literally passed out. I saw that Mikey’s door was ajar, so I knocked lightly on it.
“Fuck off, Gerard.” He snapped. I laughed lightly.
“No, dude, it’s me.” I said.
“Oh, sorry. Yeah, come in.” he said. I closed the door behind me and sat down on the edge of his bed, next to the desk he was sitting at, typing away on his computer.
“He’s passed out.” I sighed. Mikey laughed lightly.
“What else is new, right?” he sighed.
“So this has been happening a lot?” I asked slowly. Mikey took a deep breath and turned so he was facing me.
“He told me not to tell you, okay? I wanted to, but he told me not to because he wanted to do it himself. I’m sorry.” He said sincerely. I shrugged.
“It’s not your fault. I just…why is he doing this?”
“Because he’s an asshole. Like, literally, he’s doing it because he’s too much of an asshole to get help.” Mikey explained. I shifted uncomfortably.
“He said he fucked seven people while we were broken up?”
“Yeah, I guess that sounds right.” Mikey sighed. I chewed my lip and looked down. Mikey put a comforting hand on my shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Frank. You deserve so much more. Honestly, he’s so messed up, even I don’t know what to do with him sometimes. You’re 18, you should be going out and having fun, not worrying what he’s doing.”
“It’s okay. I love him, you know? I’d kill for him. I just…I want him to be okay, Mikes.” I said weakly, trying to ignore the tears that spilled down my cheeks. Mikey put a hand on my cheek to brush the tears away and smiled softly.
“Hey, c’mon. It’ll be okay. He’s a smart guy, you know? He just doesn’t know how to deal with things. We’ll get him help.” He said firmly.
“I just want him to be okay, and he’s not okay. He’s never okay. I feel like a fucking failure because I can’t even make him happy. Fuck, I didn’t even realize the problem was this bad. He made it out to be like he just drank a little too much, I had no idea he was a fucking alcoholic drug addict.”
“You forgot sex maniac.” Mikey said, smiling grimly, his hand still stroking my cheek comfortingly.
“It’s so hard. I didn’t know it’d be this hard. I mean, I’d never leave him, but it’s just all going to shit. Not only is he slowly killing himself, but now the whole school pretty much knows that we’re together, and my best friend is threatening to rat us out, and fuck, everything’s fucking falling apart.” I sobbed, the tears flowing freely down my cheeks, my breath coming jagged and hard.
“No, it just seems bad. Take things one at a time, okay? For now, just breathe. Panicking isn’t going to help.” He said soothingly, pushing my hair back from my face. I was thinking about how kind he was, and how lucky I was that I had him, and how he was making everything easier, and how fucking angry I was at Gerard, and how he’d fucking hit me.
And then I was kissing Mikey. He made a kind of surprise jerking motion, but I held the back of his neck to me to stop him from moving away, my tongue prying his mouth open. He didn’t kiss back, but he didn’t pull away, his hand resting limply and kind of awkwardly against my neck. I let out an insistent whine, and pushed myself harder against his mouth, trying to get him to kiss back. He sighed and curled his hand around my neck, his lips – finally – moving softly against mine. Weirdly, it was that that broke me out of it. I fell away from him, my eyes wide.
“Oh God.” I breathed, putting my head in my hands. He put a comforting hand on my shoulder.
“No, it’s okay.”
“Fuck, no it’s not. He’s fucking dying in there and I’m here trying to make out with his brother!” I whispered.
“It’s not because you want me though. It’s because you want him.” He murmured, and oddly, it made sense.
“I’m such an asshole.” I whispered, wiping the tears from my face.
“No, you’re not. You’re a kid who has to deal with the problems of a mentally unstable, drug-addicted, commitment-fearing alcoholic middle-aged man.” He said with a dry laugh.
“I’m gonna go grab him some water or something, okay?” I murmured, getting to my feet. Mikey nodded and gave me a small smile, before turning back to his work.

I left the room with the honest intention of getting some water and painkillers for Gerard, but I heard a soft whimper from his room that caught my attention. Thinking he might be in pain, I peered in and gasped.
He certainly wasn’t in pain – he was jacking off. I put a hand over my mouth to stifle the gasp that escaped my lips.
“F-fuck. Yeah, fuck.” He moaned, rolling his hips up into his hand. As angry as I was with him, I couldn’t deny that that was fucking hot. He made light little “ah, ah, ah!” noises as he pumped himself, his eyes rolling up, his tongue sliding out to wet his lips.
“Oh my-Frankie. Frankie, fuck. H-harder.” He whimpered. I felt my cock twitch because, fuck, he was fantasizing about me, and no matter how much of an asshole he was, that was always the hottest fucking thing.
His eyes fluttered open then, and he made eye-contact with me before I could even move. His pupils were blown, and I didn’t know if it was because of the drugs, or because he was horny.
“Oh G-God. Daddy, come here. Come help me.” He whined. Jesus, did he just call me Daddy? My breath hitched as I stumbled into the room, my head still spinning from my hangover. He watched me hungrily as I approached him.
“I’m sorry for hitting you, Daddy. I’ll be good now, I promise.” He simpered, biting his lip.
“Yeah, it’s fine.” I breathed, feeling a bit overwhelmed. His head fell back as he fucked himself up into his hand.
“Or you could always hit me back. Show me how angry you are.” He whimpered.
“What?” I asked, not sure what he was asking. He wet his lips, batting his eyelashes at me, and I realized that yeah, he was still high as a fucking kite.
“Spank me, Daddy. Punish me.” He moaned, rolling over so he was on his hands and knees, his bare ass in the air, his jeans tangled around his knees and his cock hanging heavy between his legs. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enticed.
“When did I become your Daddy? I thought that was you.” I smirked, running my hand along his pale skin, the smooth curve of his ass. He whimpered.
“N-no. You’ve always been my Daddy. I just didn’t want to say it. But I, um, I always wanted that. Always secretly called you that in my head.”
“Right.” I smiled, letting my hand smooth over his skin again.
“I’ve been so bad, Daddy. I’m so sorry, I’ve been so fucking bad.” He whined. It didn’t seem like a line from a porn movie this time, though. He was actually apologizing.
“It’s okay.”
“No it’s not. I’ve been so bad to you, and to Mikey, and to myself. Fuck, I just- just punish me, okay? Show me how angry you are.” He said, all seduction lost from his voice. Jesus, he was being serious.
“I’m not going to hit you, Gerard. Not like that. I mean, for kinks and whatever, sure. But I’m not going to actually punish you.” I said. He growled at the back of his throat.
“Please.” He begged. I shook my head and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into me.
“Shh, no. Not gonna do that to you.”
“I’ve been such a fucking asshole, Frank. God, I should die. I should just fucking die.” He whimpered.
“No. No, baby, don’t.”
“Why aren’t you mad?” he asked softly.
“I am mad. I’m fucking livid. In fact, I’m so angry I don’t even know if I want to stay here anymore.” I said, surprisingly calmly. He hiccupped, frowning.
“Why are you still here, then?”
“Because I love you. And because we have a lot to discuss.” I said, brushing the hair out of his eyes.
“Stuff, like how Joe might ruin everything?” he asked, sort of hopefully. I smiled sadly.
“Yes. That, and how you fucked seven people while we weren’t together, and how you keep putting yourself and Mikey in danger, and how you actually just slapped me in the face.” I said gently, despite the rage bubbling through me. Despite all of that, though, I couldn’t bring myself to actually show him anger, especially not while he was being so soft and vulnerable.
“I didn’t mean to hit you. It won’t happen again, I swear. You can leave me if it does. I’m not that guy, you know? I…I don’t know why I did that.” He breathed softly.
“It’s not important. I mean, it is, but it’s the least of our worries. I want you to tell me about all the people you slept with.” I murmured. He took a deep breath.
“The first one was some guy I found at a bar. I was crying and drunk, and he was crying and drunk, and I went back to his place and he let me call him by your name.
The next three were random hookups, too. Just guys I saw at bars who had the same eye colour as you, or the same hair, or the same…whatever. They all looked like you. One of them was a girl, and she felt all wrong, but she had a nose that looked sort of like yours.
So then there was Paul. He’s Mikey’s friend, and he came over to hang out with Mikey, and I um, I let him fuck me on Mikey’s bed while he went out to get some milk or whatever. I don’t remember.” He sighed.
And then there was Bob. I called him because I was drunk and horny and I missed you, and I told him about you, and he said you sounded like an asshole, and I said that you weren’t, that you were perfect, and then he made me suck his dick, and I let him cum on my face, and he kept calling me a whore, and I kept calling him Daddy, and he spanked me every time I started crying, and then I think I passed out.
And Bert was the last one.” He said, not looking at me.
“Why did you lie?” I asked shakily.
“For the same reason I always lie to you, sweetheart. Because I’m no good, and I don’t want you to ever find out how wrong I am for you.” He whispered.
“I already know that you’re wrong for me. You’re selfish and stubborn, and you don’t give a damn about anyone but yourself. You’re a drunk and a druggie, and you’ll suck anyone’s cock if they compliment you, and let them cum on your face if they promise they won’t leave you. You’re not just wrong for me, Gee, you’re kind of wrong for anybody.”
“Oh.”
“But the thing is, I’m kind of wrong too. I’m selfish and stubborn too, and I care way too fucking much, and not enough at the same time. I drink too much, and I smoke too many joints, and I’ll let anyone fuck me if it means I can make you jealous. I like pushing you to your very limits, just to see if you’ll still love me. I’m so fucking wrong for you, and for everybody, and I’m so in love with you, and I’m going to fucking marry you, and we’re gonna get away from all of this. And that’s why I’m still here, even though I know damn well you’re no good. Because I’m no good either.” I said, my voice sounding stronger than I felt. He put a hand delicately on the side of my face, stroking my cheek delicately.
“I’m gonna get better, Frank. I need help, okay? Just…fuck, just help me. I can’t do this anymore. How can you expect me to live like this?” He breathed, tears clouding his eyes. I kissed him firmly.
“I don’t. I expect you to get through this with me. Not alone, Gee, with me, and with Mikey. We love you so much, and we’re going to help you fight this.”
“I’m not worth fighting for. Just…just leave me. Fuck, I’ll leave you. This is me leaving you.” He said, choking on his tears. I smiled sadly and kissed his wet cheeks.
“No it’s not. You’re going to be okay, and then we’ll run away together, okay? We won’t tell anyone, except maybe Mikey, and we’ll just go. But you’ve gotta hold on for me, baby so we can be together. We have to be together, we’re supposed to be together. No matter what, I will be with you every step. I will be right by your side, and we will face this together.” I whispered, pushing my forehead against his.
“I’m so scared.” He whimpered. I kissed his forehead.
“Me too. You’ll be alright though, yeah? Just you and me, baby. Focus on you and me.” I murmured.
“I am. It’s all I want.” He replied, his hand matting down my hair.
My phone, being extremely awesome and helpful, decided to ring at that moment. I groaned and reached for it, and my heart raced when I saw that it was Chris.
“Hey.” I said breathlessly.
“Are you with Mr. Way?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Put me on speaker. I have to talk to both of you, as awkward as that is.” He laughed lightly. I did as he said.
“Yeah, you’re on. He’s still stoned by the way.”
“Thanks, Frank.” He muttered. I kissed his cheek.
“That’s um, great. Look, I’ve been talking to Joe, and he’s still mega pissed even now that he’s sober. He thinks that Mr. Way like, I don’t know. Forced you into it.”
“I didn’t.” Gerard insisted.
“Yeah, I know that. Frank’s crazy about you. Joe doesn’t believe me.”
“Why? Why is this so important to him?”
“He said it’s because he sees you as like a brother, and he doesn’t want his brother getting hurt.”
“But he’d never hurt me.”
“I slapped you earlier.” Gerard pointed out.
“He slapped you?”
“Guys, come on! Yes, okay, we were arguing.”
“Not cool, Mr. Way.” Chris said disapprovingly.
“I didn’t mean it.”
“Really, he’s already apologized. Can we focus?”
“Sorry. Yeah. Okay, so I asked him if he’d at least talk to you guys before he did anything rash.” Chris said.
“What’d he say?” I asked.
“He agreed. He’s gonna come see you both on Monday at lunchtime. I suggested behind that wall at the coffee shop again.”
“Great, okay. You’re coming too, right?” I asked nervously.
“Yeah, of course. Don’t worry, you guys have something. He won’t be able to deny it.”
“Thank you, Chris. This means a lot.” Gerard said sincerely.
“It’s nothing, Mr. Way.”
“You can call me Gerard, you know.” He beamed.
“Um. I’d rather not.” Chris said uncomfortably, and Gerard smiled.
“Have it your way. Thank you.”
“It’s okay. Don’t slap Frank anymore.” He warned.
“I won’t.”
“Well, you might.” I said, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled darkly and kissed me.
“I’m literally still on the phone.” Chris complained. We chuckled and hung up, throwing a couple more ‘thank yous’ to him.
“I think…we’re gonna be okay.” I murmured. Gerard snuggled into my arms, pressing warm kisses to my throat.
“Can we be okay and not move from my bed and cuddle all night?” He asked sleepily, closing his eyes.
“You’re gonna be hungry once you sober up.”
“Then I’ll eat your ass.” He said, smiling, his eyes still shut.
“I’ll hold you to that.” I murmured, resting my head on the headboard.
“Good.”

Of course, when I said that, I didn’t think I’d actually wake up at 2am to Gerard Way’s head in between my legs.
“Shit, Gee. What are you doing?” I groaned. He smiled up at me.
“Woke up. I’m sober. I love you. Your ass is nice.” He said simply, pushing his tongue lightly against me. I whimpered and rolled my hips down onto his face.
“O-oh. Okay. How long have you been down there?” I asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
“Not long.”
“I thought I fell asleep with my jeans on?” I asked, looking at where they were thrown to the side. He shrugged.
“Yeah, you did. Shut up so I can carry on eating you out.” He snapped. I nodded weakly, my head resting against the pillow as his fingers kneaded into my thighs, his tongue lapping hungrily at me as he moaned, his breath rough and heavy.
“Mmph, Frankie. Taste beautiful. Could eat you out for days. Just fuck your pretty little ass with my tongue.” He moaned.
“You sure you’re sober?” I laughed, petting his hair gently.
“Mmhm. Promise.” He murmured, sliding his tongue inside me. I gasped and gripped the bedsheets, fighting the urge to buck up into the air.
“Grab me some of that lube, sweetheart? Bedside drawer.” He said absent-mindedly. I did as he said, and he squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. I winced as the cold liquid hit my ass as he spread it around with his fingers, dipping inside me occasionally. He leaned forward again and licked me, moaning heavily.
“God, yeah. That tastes good.” He laughed, the strokes of his tongue getting heavier and faster.
“Please, Gee. Fuck, just…fuck.” I whimpered, writhing underneath him.
“If I fuck you, you’ve gotta be nice and loud for me, okay? I wanna see if we can wake Mikey up.” He said, smiling mischievously. I felt guilt drop in the pit of my stomach.
“G-Gee…I have to tell you something.” I whispered. Shit, I’d completely forgotten about Mikey.
“Hm?” he asked.
“Earlier…I kissed Mikey.” I breathed. He raised his eyebrows.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. I’m so sorry. It just sort of happened.” I said. He shrugged and continued to press kisses to my thighs, sliding his fingers into me, though I barely felt that because of the amount of lube he’d used.
“There’s worse people you could’ve kissed. Just don’t do it again.”
“You’re not mad?” I asked. He shrugged.
“Um, no. Not really.” He said honestly. Oh, okay then.
“Can I fuck you now, or are we gonna keep talking shit?” he asked, leaning forward and pressing a warm, strawberry-flavoured kiss to my lips. I smiled.
“Yeah, you can fuck me. But you’ve gotta ask properly first.” I smirked. He blushed.
“Oh God, no.” he said, mortified. My eyes glittered.
“You’re not getting anywhere near my ass until you do.” I said defiantly, despite the fact that he actually already had two fingers buried in me.
“I just said that ‘cause I was stoned!” he exclaimed.
“You mean you don’t want me to be your Daddy, sweetheart?” I purred, stroking his hair. He bit his lip and moaned.
“Yeah, I do.” He breathed.
“Well. Say it then.” I demanded.
“P-please Daddy. Can I fuck your tight little ass? Let me stretch you out, Daddy, I promise it’ll be so good…” he whimpered, pressing the hardness in his jeans against my thigh to extenuate his point. I stroked a hand down his chest and nodded.
“Yeah, princess. Fuck me.” I gasped. I heard him moan as he tugged his shirt off and slipped his jeans off.
“I never got to cum earlier, Daddy. It hurts so much.” He gasped, pushing the tip of himself inside me. I whimpered and wiggled underneath him.
“Yeah, honey, like that. Give me all of it. Fill my tight little ass up with your cock.” I moaned.
“Yes, God, yes.” He whispered, pushing the rest of himself into me. I gasped at the sudden fullness.
“C’mon, honey.” I gasped, kissing his neck as he thrust deep into me, slamming against my prostate. I cried out and he smirked.
“Louder.” He purred, holding my wrists down. I let a loud whimper rip out of my chest. He chuckled.
“Louder, honey. Let me hear you.” He said, slamming into me. I moaned loudly, my head falling back.
“Fuck. Louder. Fucking louder.”
“I can’t.”
“Yeah, baby, yeah you can. Be nice and loud for me.” He purred, pounding into me roughly.
“G-God, Gerard. Fuck, yes! Yes, baby, yes! Fuck, harder. More, princess, give me fucking more.” I yelled. He smiled, rocking into me so roughly the headboard was smashing into the wall, the bed protesting with loud creaks.
“Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself cum, and make it loud. I wanna make you scream.” He said, biting down on my neck, his hips still slamming into me. I moaned and jacked myself off roughly, trying desperately to match the pace that he was fucking me.
“O-oh God. Fuck, fuck fuck. Yes. Fuck, Gerard, baby.”
“That’s it, Daddy. Scream nice and loud.” He purred, licking along my jawline. I rolled my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as I came, a loud moan that was, to Gerard’s delight, almost identical to a scream ripping from my throat.I fell limp, my breathing hard as I stared up at him.
“Fuck that.” I breathed, dragging a hand through my hair. He laughed lightly, pulling out of me.
“Do you want me to-“
“You’re fucking crazy if you think I didn’t already cum.” He laughed, resting his head on my chest as I dragged my hand through his hair.
“I love you so much.” I whispered, kissing his head.
I hadn’t noticed my phone flashing until Gerard reached over and grabbed it, laughing to himself.
“What?” I asked. He just showed me, and I couldn’t help but a laugh a little myself.

FROM: Mikey
(2:34am)
Oh my god I hate you so much. I actually might throw up. So fucking gross.

“Oops.” He beamed.
“I’m still mad at you.” I said with a light smile. He nuzzled into my neck.
“I hope so. I hope you stay mad until I sort myself the fuck out.”
“I will, don’t worry. And then I’ll marry you.”
“Yeah, baby. You and me, right?”
“Right.” I smiled.

Notes

Yeah idk if you're gonna hate me or love me for this, but here you go! <3