[Gerard's P.O.V]

I stood up from the lit up corner table, my legs numb, fingers dirty with pencil led and black ink. As i stretched out my body I squealed with pleasure. It's such an odd sensation when you stretch. Like you either stretch from tiredness or out of tiredness. I remember this one time I saw Frank stretching and you wouldn't expect such an odd movement could be so.. so attractive but yet again with the amount of ink sprawled on his flesh it's unsurprising. The time when his shirt rode up I saw the two doves around his lower stomach appear; a temptation I itch for is to trace every detailed line because behind each inflicted art work on his small figure there's a story. A story only he knows and wish to keep to himself, that's the main reason I adore art so much. Whether the design is just a red blob in a center of a plain white canvas it'd still have a meaning to it. Deep or not.

I shook my head a little, removing my warm comfortable jumper and headed up the stairs, again. I walked into the living room and the two boys engaged in a horror film; eyeing up Frank his positioning was tense, not knowing what was next to happen in the film. A faint smile merged onto my lips while I gazed fondly, his small, toned hands clutching his bony knees tightly almost onto dear life. His dark eyes flashed enchanting colours as the TV reflected against him, shadows falling over his sharp bone structure. I kept staring, not realizing he was looking back at me as well as my younger brother. The film was paused and I try to knock myself back to air.
"Gerard?"
A questioned look appeared on my poker faced brother.
"Sorry, sorry. Just passing through."
I tug my shirt lower, over my thighs subconsciously.
"I guessed but I asked if you want to watch a film with us?"
My eyes flick between them both before giving a slight nod.
"Sure."
I replied short.

I headed to the kitchen and stole a beer from the fridge. Mom never notices if it's just the one plus it's not like she could stop me, a beer's a beer. I plopped myself down on the couch, legs curled into myself and my posture was slumped. I used my teeth to remove the metal cap; doing this several times before, I had the skill to. I take small slurps and set the green, transparent bottle besides me, laying curled up into the sofa.

As the movie went on i became more tired by the minute until his breathless voice spoke through, snapping me wide awake.
"Huh?"
I looked directly in front of me, our eyes meeting, my heart already beginning to race.
"I said, Mikey's asleep."
I drop my gaze to my baby brother curled up on the floor, his face hidden behind the curtain of hair.
"Oh, I'll go put him to bed."
I sit up onto the couch, feeling it dip close besides me, I crane my neck to look at the dirty haired boy.
"Okay - Do you know where I could sleep?"
I was so desperate to say my room but that'd be extremely creepy.
"I'm not sure yet, i'll set a bed up for you."
Gives him a small nod before i carry on my actions, lifting my brother up in a baby position and taking him upstairs to his poster-plastered bedroom. I thought i had many posters but damn, Mikey's obsessed. It does make things easier for me; knowing what to get him for his birthday and Christmas.

As I unmounted the staircase I walked back in on Frank, is body position slouched into the couch. I tried my hardest not to check him out but he's the definition of irresistible. I curled a few fingers around the hem of my shirt before settling down back besides him, ankles crossed as i hung them off.
"I'm so sleepy." He murmured, rubbing his hands at his eyes. I bit on my lip and I nodded to myself as I came up with a conclusion.
"Would you like to stay in my room for the night? I have a couch down there that I could stay on while you have the bed."
His eyes lit up a little while he nodded eagerly.
"Please. If you wouldn't mind, obviously."
He cracked a faint smile and i turned my head to try to stop myself from smiling.
"I wouldn't have offered otherwise, c'mon."
I motioned my hand towards him, he groaned out before hailing himself off the couch, following my tracks close behind. His heat radiating off of him.

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Once I make the bed I hear it creak as he settles down, I emerge to the wardrobe feeling an odd sense of excitement pulse through me. Would you count this as a sleep over? I've never actually slept in the same room as another person, unless you count my brother or mom but other than him I assume this is the first time; it's odd to say that and it's sounds rather sad and pathetic I've never actually had a sleepover but who knows? maybe one day I could invite Frank to sleepover but that's a very doubtful matter of situation.

I resumed to what i was doing, feeling him watch me as i begun to set the blankets up on the sofa, turning towards him.
"Could I steal a cushion from my bed?"
It was also surprising that I wasn't stuttering in front of this beauty but i'm slowly gaining my confidence back even if it's just in front of one person; daily, no matter who the person was (even teachers) I'd always have a stutter. I'm defining it as anxiety.. well, inch by inch I'm progressing to admit I suffer from it. At first i thought i was just born with it or some analogical shit like that.
"Uh, yeah. It's your bed I guess."
He lightly shrugged his bony shoulders, picking up a feathered pillow and chucking it towards my direction. My hands gripping it tightly as my fast reflexes kick in.
"Thanks."
I set down the pillow before hearing his accent break out again
"You wouldn't care if I just wore my boxers right?" I almost heard the smirk in his voice, I shook my head while keeping my eyes to myself; images soon running through my mind of his petite physique.
"O-of course not."
My voice falters and stammers, mentally cursing myself while i begin to breath sharply, keeping my voice on a low. Sitting on the couch, resting my hands in-between my lap. Just as i arise to feel confident my low self esteem came through again - the items of clothing scattering across my floor. His clothes.

"It's okay to look Gerard, I wouldn't judge you."
He purred out with a hint of seductiveness. This is not real, Gerard, you're in a dream. He's asleep, you're a sle- My eyes widened as a few fingers gripped onto my jaw causing me to forcefully look at him; practically wheezing but not, my chest rose and fell at the magnificent sight of his curvy yet skinny, built up body form. I used my hand to push myself up into a sitting position, not knowing what to do. I want him. I want him so bad. Pale skin of his practically glistening in the rare lighting of this room. Heavenly flawless: was this hallucination or a fantasy? Desperate in-stinks pricked over skin and throughout my blood stream. My eyes began to run over the mixed, coloured skin and I almost reached up to touch his soft skin but tried my hardest to resist the urges. At this point he knows I like him. I know, he knows.

"C'mon-"
He spoke - a thick cloud of slutty emotion fogged his eyes up and my head quickly shook. The only way I was aloud to have him was for shame. This is a shame. He doesn't actually want me. Pleasure is the only thing he wants because he's in need of it. Sure if I reject him we'd no longer speak, he would no longer take concept of my human existence but I'd prefer that over a fuck any day, whether that sound piteous or not.
"You nearly kissed me earlier, you want this."
As he bends over I press back into the couch, his hands run across my chest and my face burned darkly. He climbs on top while grasping two hands onto my shoulders. I tried with all my will-power to keep my arms to my side.
"I-I don't Frank."
I spoke coldly in attempt for him to stop, he cocked an eyebrow to me and used a hand to lift my head up as it hung down. Our eyes crashed together, his hot breath lingered on my lips as he spoke.
"Really? Come on Gerard, look me dead in the eyes and tell me this isn't something you've dreamed about doing."
Jaw slacking down slightly, I couldn't believe this was reality. Telling myself repetitively that ‘he doesn't want me’ I toughened up and stared down into his dark, lustful eyes. Muttering harshly.
"I don’t want you."
Lips sunk together and my jaw flexed, his hair hung into his face as he gradually burned red with embarrassment.

His body scampered from mine, a sudden weight lifted and I sunk into the couch. He walked back to my bed while muttering, reject expressed in the way he sounded.
"Right, okay. Well then, goodn-night."
The room fell a pitch black dark as the small switch was heard, he's turned off the lighting and hurriedly climbed into my bed. Undressing myself; I covered up my body with the warm, soft blanket. Knowing I'm not going to be able to sleep, I curled tightly into myself pretending that did not happen.

Notes

Enjoy.

-E