I Think I Like It

With no school, and more importantly no Gerard, for the next week, things got boring and tiresome really, really fast. The first few days I spent at home alone, mostly sulking and playing video games.
Mom tried to convince me to go out and do stuff, but I was too stubborn and too sad, and a little bit angry, too. The more I thought about it, the less it made sense. A whole fucking week not speaking to him? That was ridiculous. I was half tempted to storm over to his house and demand he explain himself, but I didn’t. He’d probably accounted for the fact I might do that, and I’d end up being evicted from his house by Mikey.
It’s not that I didn’t trust him, because I did. It was just hard not being able to talk to him.
Halfway through the week, Joe invited me out with him and Chris, and I was only too happy for the distraction. We decided to go to the skate park, and although I personally was shit at skateboarding, Joe was pretty great at it, so me and Chris normally watched him and flirted shamelessly with anyone who stood near us, because for some reason, skater kids get really, really horny.
My current conquest was a girl with long, white dreaded hair. She had a weird accent that I couldn’t place, and a nose piercing. I didn’t like girls, of course, but if I did, she’d be at the top of my list.
She leaned against the fence, pretending to not look at me from under her too-large sunglasses.
“It’s Fred, right?”
“Frank.” I corrected her, shooting her a smile. She blushed, and I felt pride run through me.
“Right. Frank. Do you skate?” she asked, gesturing her beer can to the ramp in front of us. I snorted, prying the can from her fingers and taking a long sip.
“Uh, no. I don’t.” I shrugged.
“Me neither. I just come here for the guys.” She chuckled, biting her lip. I leaned back, taking another chug of her beer, discarding the empty can on the floor, and holding my hand out for another one, even though it would be my sixth, and I knew should probably stop. She laughed and handed it to me.
“Yeah?” I said finally, smirking at her. She shifted her weight onto one leg.
“Yeah. Hot dudes come here.” She said lamely. I almost agreed with her, then caught myself. I was meant to be playing ‘straight’, after all.
It was a game I didn’t really understand, but when I’d had this much beer, it was fun enough to play.
“Hot dudes? So, like who?”
“Like you.” She said confidently. I smiled, clicking my lip ring against my teeth, Gerard all but forgotten. I could blame it on the alcohol, or I could blame it on being angry at him, but I wasn’t thinking about him as ran my tongue along my bottom lip.
“Yeah? Think I’m hot?” I smirked. She bit her lip and nodded. I curled an arm around her waist, pulling her close to me. Gay as I was, she was still a very pretty girl. I could have done worse. She wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning into me.
“I wanna kiss you.” She sighed.
“Do it.”
She let out a soft whimper as she pressed her lips against mine. They were soft and warm, and when her tongue slid out to flick against mine, it tasted sweet. I held her hips, pushing her against the fence as we kissed, her lips hot and fast against mine as her hands tangled in my hair. I rubbed my hand softly along the inside of her thigh, and she moaned, her hand sliding down to grab my ass, holding me closer to her. I felt myself getting hard in my jeans, and rubbed my cock against her thigh.
“Fuck me.” She breathed. I let out a sharp moan as I moved my hand to the wetness seeping through her shorts, rubbing her fast. She let out hot, breathy moans, biting my neck.
“Shit, Frank!” I heard someone call behind me.
“Mph? What?” I snapped. The person – Chris – grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away from her.
“Dude, what the fuck? Are you drunk?”
“What? No.” I slurred. He raised his eyebrow.
“What the fuck are you doing? What about Gerard?” he said, shaking me a little. At the mention of my boyfriend’s name, my heart sunk. I was awful. So fucking awful.
“Who’s Gerard?” she asked. Chris clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.
“His boyfriend. Who loves him a lot.” He said, shaking me again.
“Oh. You have a boyfriend?” She asked, a little awkwardly. I shrugged.
“Yeah. But I’m mad at him.”
“Not cool, dude.” she sighed, shaking her head and walking away. I turned to Chris, who was looking at me in disgust.
“You’re an asshole, Frank. Seriously, what the fuck? The dude loves you so much.”
“Why doesn’t he want to see me or talk to me, then?” I retorted. Chris groaned.
“I don’t know. But you know he has his reasons.”
“I miss him.” I whimpered, leaning heavily against Chris.
“Call him then. Actually, yeah. Call him now and tell him what you were just doing.” Chris snapped.
“He told me not to.”
“I think he’d like to hear this. Call him.” He demanded, crossing his arms expectantly. I groaned and pulled my phone out, dialing his number.
He didn’t answer straight away, and was silent for a moment when he did.
“Hello?” He asked uncertainly.
“G’rard!” I said, gleeful at the sound of his voice.
“Frankie, I thought I said-“
“Missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry. I’ll explain it to you when I-“
“I’m horny, Gerard. Lemme fuck you.” I said, biting my lip. Chris shut his eyes, burying his face in his hands.
“Um…Frank?” Gerard asked slowly.
“Yeah baby?”
“Are you drunk? Have you been drinking?” he asked
“Only a tiny tiny tiny bit.” I admitted. He made an exasperated noise.
“Seriously? I leave you alone for not even a week and you get pissed?”
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m fine.”
“Who are you with?”
“Joe and Chris. And some girl, but she’s gone now.”
“Are they taking care of you?”
“Chris is. Joe isn’t. The girl was but Chris told her I was dating you and she got mad and left.” I sighed. He paused for a moment, but I could hear him breathing.
“What were you…who is the girl?”
“I don’t know. Some hot chick who fucks skater dudes.”
“Did she fuck you?” he asked, his voice soft, but I could detect the rage in it.
“No! No, no. We didn’t fuck. We just made out a little.” I reassured him. He sucked in a breath.
“Oh. I see. I didn’t realize you liked girls, Frank.” He snapped. I groaned in frustration.
“I don’t! But I’m so horny.” I complained. That was the point where he lost all of his composure.
“That’s fucking great, Frank. You haven’t let me touch you in weeks, and as soon as some little slut walks along, she can have you? She can touch you? I’m fucking horny too, Frank, but I don’t go fucking random girls.”
“You’re- I mean…you’re…I thought you didn’t want sex. I didn’t realise that you’re…“
“Desperate to get my cock in your ass? Yes. It’s driving me fucking crazy. Fuck. Where are you?”
“S-skate park.” I stammered, suddenly afraid.
“I’m coming to get you. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for days.” He snarled, hanging up. I let the phone drop from my hand, and heard Chris groan distantly as he picked it up.
“Well?” he asked.
“H-he’s coming to get me.” I mumbled.
“Was he mad?”
“Fuming. I’ve…never heard him so angry.” I whispered. Though, that may not have been necessarily true. He’d been angry plenty of times before.
“You deserve it.” Chris pointed out. He looked so genuinely disappointed in me that I couldn’t help but feel guilty. He shoved my phone into my hand and walked away. I sat down on the floor cross-legged, waiting for Gerard to arrive, and half wondering if he actually would, or if he was just threatening.

I got my answer a few minutes later when I saw his car pull up outside the park. He beeped the horn impatiently, and I staggered to my feet, still pretty drunk.
I gave a halfhearted wave to Joe and Chris, who waved back, their disapproval prominent in their expression.
It seemed like it took years to get to Gerard’s car, my legs shaking as I took each step. I had no idea what he’d be like.
I opened the passenger door and slid in, not looking at him.
“Frank.” He said harshly. I raised my eyes. He looked absolutely pissed.
“G-Gerard. I’m so s-“ I began, but he cut me off by grabbing my face and kissing me hard. He dropped one hand down between my legs, rubbing at my cock. Discomfort ran through me, but I stayed still as he touched me, his lips furious and hard against mine.
“You know the fucking safe word.” He snarled, moving his head and biting my neck, his hand still palming roughly at my cock.
“Y-yes, Gee.” I whimpered.
“Don’t fucking call me that.”
“M-Mr. Way?” I asked gently.
“Better.” He snapped. I moaned softly, rutting my hips against his hand. I was uncomfortable, but I was also curious. I wondered how long I could have him touch me before I needed to stop. He pushed away from me, panting.
“Suck my cock. Now.” He demanded. I whimpered and moved to unzip his jeans, my breath coming in hard, heavy pants.
“Hurry up, you fucking slut.” He hissed. I moaned as I finally unzipped his jeans. He raised his hips up and slid them down, along with his boxers.
“Right here? Anyone could walk past, and I-“
“Yes. Here. Do it.” He said, grabbing the back of my head. I whimpered and closed my lips around his cock, moaning softly as I tasted him. I’d missed this. I’d missed the hot, heavy weight of his cock on my tongue, and the salty, slightly bitter taste of his precum. He let out a loud moan, his head falling back against the seat as he thrust up into my mouth, his hand pushing my head up and down lazily as he fucked my face. I gripped his thighs softly, my nails biting into the soft flesh.
“So good, slut. Made for sucking cock.” He panted, rolling his hips so his cock brushed along the back of my throat. I gagged, and he pulled me off for only a moment so I could breathe, before he brought my face back down onto him.
“Prep yourself.” He gasped. I let out a deep moan as I moved my hands to my jeans, wiggling them down past my hips.
He grabbed my hand and pulled it into his mouth, sucking lightly on my fingers, coating them in his saliva. I moaned heavily around his cock, and he bucked up into my mouth.
He opened his mouth wide enough to let my hand fall out, and I immediately brought it to my ass, sliding my finger in slowly. I whimpered as I felt it slide in smoothly, with only a small amount of pain.
“Yeah. Fuck yourself.” Gerard moaned, still thrusting mercilessly into my mouth. I whined and slid the other finger in, hissing in pain. I was taking it too fast, but I was drunk and horny and I needed him. Now.
“Slow down.” He murmured, stroking my hair affectionately, seeming to forget his rage. I ignored him, fucking myself harder and faster on my fingers, moaning around the dick buried in my throat. This was so, so good, and in my drunken state, the images of Bert barely bothered me.
Gerard lifted my head up roughly.
“Ready?” he asked. I nodded quickly and he grunted. I quickly shuffled to my knees and he put his hands on my hips, pulling me onto his lap. I kicked my jeans and boxers off all the way, and waited, panting, for him to slide into me.
He glared at me for a moment, fire crackling in his hazel eyes, before he forced my hips down roughly onto his cock.
“Shit” I hissed in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he filled me up. He smirked.
“The thing about girls, Frankie, is they don’t have massive cocks that can stretch you out.” He murmured, holding me tightly as he rolled his hips up into me. I gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders.
“Sorry, Mr. Way. I’m sorry.” I whimpered, burying my face in his shoulder. He dug his nails roughly into my hips, fucking up into me.
“You will be.” He growled. I was acutely aware of the fact that people walking past might be able to see us, but as Gerard pounded aggressively into my ass, I didn’t care. I tangled my hands in his hair, holding myself even closer to him.
“You’re gonna be good for me from now on, aren’t you?” he snarled, biting my neck. I whimpered and nodded.
“Yes, Mr. Way.” I breathed. He whimpered and fucked up into me faster, his cock slamming into my prostate.
“C-can I cum? Please.” I begged. He smirked.
“I intend for you to cum. I’m gonna make you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before, just from fucking you.” He hissed, and I moaned loudly, resting my head against his forehead.
“Please. Please.” I breathed as he clawed at my back.
It was overwhelming. His cock slamming deep inside me, hitting my prostate on almost every thrust, his mouth biting and sucking at my neck, his hands scratching my back and hips.
I barely had time to warn him before I came, the clear-white liquid shooting out, coating his sweat-slick chest. I curled into him, and he slowed his thrusts down, rocking into me almost lazily, his hand combing through my hair.
The only sign I had of him finishing was the gentle “ah” noise he gave, before relaxing, pulling me tighter into his arms.
“Gerard, I-“
“Don’t. Just. It’s fine. How are you? Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded silently.
“I’m fine. I’m kinda…I’m sort of drunk.” I admitted. He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah. I got that. Look, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you on Saturday. Don’t do anything stupid, alright?” he said, lifting me off of him unceremoniously. I gaped at him.
“W-what?” I stammered. He slid his jeans back up, not looking at me. I hesitantly pulled my own clothes back on, my eyes focused on him.
“I have my reasons for most of the things I do, Frank. If I tell you not to contact me for a week, I expect you to stick to it. I certainly don’t expect you to get drunk and start making out with random girls. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes. But why-“
“I have my reasons.”
“Tell me them.” I demanded. He glared at me.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do. But, if it’s gonna stop you from being a whiny little bitch, I wanted to see if we could do it.” He admitted with a sigh.
“Huh?”
“Well. It’s just…I don’t know. When you move away, there will be days where we won’t have time to talk at all, and I needed to know that we could do that and be okay. But you know. Apparently not.” He muttered. I chewed my lip.
“Gerard, I’m-“
He cut me off by reaching past me and opening my door.
“See you on Saturday.” He snapped. I groaned and slid out of the car.
“I love you.” I breathed. He glanced at me, then leaned forward and slammed the door shut. I stepped back from the curb just in time before he sped off down the road.
Well shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Notes

Oops this chapter was meant to be fluffy and cute I don't know what happened.

Frank was awesome last night, by the way, to everyone who asked :).
I didn't get to meet him unfortunately, but it was an amazing gig anyway, even if I am super ill now.