In My Mind Only

The next day, Gerard and I avoided an discussion leading to what happened last night and focused on movies and junk food all day long. He was very quiet today, even for him and it slightly bothered me seeing as there was obviously an elephant in the room. Well, that an this movie was very... sexual. The one we were watching is called the Dreamers. It's about a young man, who is very interested in movies, is in France and comes across two witty, and odd siblings and befriends them. Seems like a seemingly innocent movie until you get to the incest and the bittersweet development of their relationships with each other. At the moment, we just went passed the sex scene between the young American man and the sister. I'd be lying myself if I said it didn't get to me as well.
I looked over at Gerard and watched as he shifted in his recliner. He looked everywhere but the screen, yet her moans were making it hard to ignore what was happening. I kept my hands on my lap, feeling my own arousal starting up. Feeling slightly ashamed, I cleared my throat, accidentally causing him to look at me. We smiled at each other awkwardly, and then he opened his mouth to speak.
"Interesting choice, huh?" He asked. I sent him a glare.
"I didn't think this would be on it," I retorted. He gave me a 'yeah, sure' look, which pissed me off.
"Whatever," I mumbled. Then he got up and stretched. Without realizing what I was doing, I looked at his crotch and noticed the bulge. I averted my eyes back to the television screen where the scene had finally passed and was now transitioning to the next.
"I gotta go and do some thing. I'll be back in a bit," he said and then went in a direction that I didn't bother to look at. I sat there, watching a good 20 minutes of the movie before I remembered that Gerard still hadn't come back. Where had he gone anyways? I stood and looked around for a moment, before deciding to get a really good look at his home. I walked over to the cabinets and looked at all the pictures set in rather expensive looking frames. One was of him holding a little boy, and he was smiling happy, and the little boy looked to be laughing. Another was of him and a woman looking a little younger than him. They were hugging with both their arms around each, and they were facing the camera. She was very pretty and made me question Gerard's sudden interest in men and Ray of all choices. He was scum, but I guess to each their own. I moved on to the next and it was him with a group of people, looking around the same age, dressed in funny pretend clothing (I'm hoping) and making overly serious faces. I laughed at the ridiculous top hat, monocle, and fake huge curled mustache that Gerard had on, making him look like an asshole.
"I better find that dude. Did he actually leave the house?" I questioned out loud when I walked into his bedroom and saw the restroom light on. The last person to use it so far was me, so I must have left the light on. He's letting me stay here, so the least I could do was try to keep his bill down. I walked towards the restroom and quickly opened the door, to find that it wasn't empty. I looked toward the toilet and widened my eyes in shock. Gerard was sitting on the toilet with no pants and underwear on, which would've been understandable if he'd be using the latrine. But he was there, hand on himself, pumping his hand up and down, head back, mouth open and panting, eyes closed. I could only stand there in shock until he moaned loudly, bucking his hips. At that moment, I felt something land on my face and lips. I moved my hand to my lips and instinctively licked my lips as Mark finally open his eyes and noticed me. My mouth tasted bitter, and I instantly regretted my lip licking habit. He stared at me, eyes just as wide as mine.
Suddenly, he picked up his pants and boxers and stumbled over to me. My face twisted in disgust with the lasting bitter taste.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck. Fuck me! Shit, Frank, I'm so goddamn sorry! I don't even think an apology will even help, but fuck! I'm sorry!" He says, and suddenly he's wiping my face with something wet and I step back, and look at what he's holding. It's just a towel.

"I didn't think you were gonna come in! God, why did you come in?!" He yelled. His face was really red, probably because of both anger and embarrassment.

"I thought," I spoke, "I thought I left the light on from when I last went so I came to turn it off."
"Are you okay?" He asked as he got on one knee beside me. It was then that I realized that I was on the floor. "I'm so sorry, Frankie. Really, I am. I didn't mean to, obviously. I mean, I didn't know you were going to just walk in," he rambled, head in his hands, clearly ashamed. I don't even know what to do in this situation.

"I think, maybe I should leave, Gerard..." Was all I could think to say.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Frank. But I understand if you want to leave," he answered. I got up and looked at my fingers, seeing that they're still slick with his semen, and quickly rub it off on the carpet next to me. I stand and walk into the latrine to wash my face thoroughly, trying to get every trace of Mark off my face.

"I don't even know what to say, Gerard. I mean, I really don't know how to react," I tell him honestly.

"Well, you're being overly calm, don't you think?" He asked. I gave him a look.

"Do you want me to freak out?" I asked.

"Well, maybe that would be better."

"Well, fuck! I can't just," I sigh and calm myself, before starting to speak again, "me freaking out wouldn't get us anywhere," I finished.

"Frank, my... stuff... is on your fucking face and we weren't even doing anything! Obviously you freaking out would've been perfectly understandable, but you're calm! Almost like... you didn't mind it," he said slowly. I looked at him, anger should be evident on my face.

"What are you saying?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders, and stepped back a little bit as I took a step forward.

"I'm saying that maybe you liked what just happened. I mean, it would explain why you're so calm," he said quietly as if he was telling me a dirty secret. I completely disregarded that statement and just brushed past him.

"I'm going to bed. We start the plan tomorrow morning, so just get rest and don't worry about anything. I'll make sure we have everything. Good night." Then I walked out of the latrine and started checking over the posters and deciding on where I was going to put them.

I decided to put on in every senior classes' whiteboard. Should be easy enough. Gerard is letting me borrow one of his hoodies on the off chance that one of the video cameras work in the school. I was almost shaking with excitement; Jealously will finally be away from Ray and then she can focus on who's been helping her the whole time: me. And Gerard can do whatever the hell he wants with Ray. I thought about the stupid look he has on his face whenever he's thinking about him. Like a puppy attached to their owner. I doubt Ray would be able to handle the pressure of dating a teacher. On top of that, I never even bothered to find out whether he's gay or bisexual or whatever. Oh, well. We'll figure that out when we get there.
I pulled out my cell and sent Jealousy a message.

Me: Hey, how are you? Just wanted to check.

I waited five minutes for her answer, but I never got one, so I just decided to get my bed on the couch ready. I found that doing stretches before sleeping on a piece of crap helps with back pain. I laid down and moved around until I got comfortable and stayed there. Then my phone vibrated.

Jealousy: I'm fine. Thanks for checking in on me.

I dropped my phone beside me and just laid there staring at the ceiling for a few minutes. Then I bolted up, gasping almost.

I just had my teacher's fucking semen in my mouth and I think I liked it! Fuck!

Notes

Well, here's the update. I got a tattoo on 10 July 2015 and I really love it! I wish I could show you guys ;-;
I'm trying to ease my way slowly into smut, so.. this is how we'll start cx
Anyways, enjoy! Feedback would be sexy! :3

-OAIF <3