Catacomb Kids

Toro’s little get together ended up being so much more than what he had let on. It started small with about a dozen people, but the party grew almost exponentially. Gerard and Frank were having more fun at this party than any other, but the crowd was a bit overwhelming. They headed downstairs, Ray, Mikey, and Pete in tow, to play some party games.
“Alright, what are we playing?” Ray asked.
“Spin the bottle!” Pete shouted.
Mikey socked him in the arm, hissing, “Not with my brother playing!”
“Besides, there’s no girls around down here,” Ray told. “How about Twister?”
“I’m wearing skinny jeans,” Frank complained.
“Yeah, also I,” Gerard noted, gazing down at his tight pants.
“I pulled something in gym class the other day,” Pete muttered.
Mikey chipped in, “I can’t even touch my toes, man.”
“Dear god, it’s like you guys hate fun,” Ray chuckled.
“Truth or Dare?” Frank suggested. “That’s always a good one.”
Pete flopped to the floor, crossing his legs. “Let’s do it.”
The others lowered themselves to the ground laboriously, stiff joints grinding as they sat down. Situated, they looked around at each other before Mikey demanded, “Well, who’s going first?”
“I got one!” Pete squeaked. “Gerard, truth or dare?”
Gerard glanced at me briefly, deciding, “Truth.” He knew that Pete was classified as a Slytherin of all the Harry Potter Houses, so he could get pretty nasty.
Pete grinned evilly. “Are you a top or bottom?”
Gerard sat agape, his cheeks turning pink. “Bottom.”
Pete laughed, “Toro I fucking told you!”
Ray fished five dollars from his pocket, mumbling, “Yeah, yeah” as he passed it over to Pete.
Gerard scoffed. “You guys are betting about… how did you even…. You know what, I don’t want to know.”
“Your turn ya filthy subdominant,” Pete smirked.
Mikey sat with his hands clasped over his ears, yelling at Pete, “There is a sibling barrier!”
Gerard smiled, asking, “Peter, truth or dare?”
Pete perked up, answering carefully, “Dare.”
“I dare you…” Gerard began. Gazing around the room, he finished, “I dare you to strip to your skivvies.”
“One minute,” Pete mumbled. He took a long drink of beer, shuddering, “Okay now I’m ready.” He peeled off his shirt, followed by his pants. He sat there in Star Wars boxers and a black tank top. Cheeks slightly red, he demanded, “Are you happy?”
Gerard nodded, pleased with himself.
Pete turned to Mikey. “Truth or dare, babe?”
“Truth,” Mikey chose.
“Ugh, so boring,” Pete groaned. He thought for a moment, then asking, “You ever masturbated thinking about me?”
“GROSS!” Toro objected, throwing his half full cup of beer at Pete. It splashed across the teen’s chest and lap, making it look like he wet himself. Frank crumpled his empty cup and lobbed it at Pete’s head, where it made contact, and Gerard tossed a shoe at him, reminding, “SIBLING BARRIER!”
“Geez!” Pete chuckled, cowering. “Alright, alright, new game. This one got a bit off tracks.”
“Thanks to you,” Frank pointed out.
Pete shook his head, grinning nonetheless. “Whatever man.” He leaned over and nipped at Mikey’s neck, purring something into his ear.
“We uh… better get going; it’s getting late,” Mikey stammered, grabbing Pete’s hand. Tugging down the front hem of his shirt, he told, “Pete, grab your clothes.”
Pete did as he was told, gathering everything. He crossed over to retrieve his belt, which had been airborne not long ago and landed by Frank. Pete told Frank with a smile, “Nice hickeys, Iero.”
Frank blushed for the first time since the game started, hiking up the collar of his shirt.
“Pete, keep your bony shenanigans off of the sofa this time, eh?” Gerard said with a wink.
Pete didn’t actually look embarrassed, just laughed. “Sure thing, Gerard.”
The two left, and Toro claimed, “You two are probably gonna head out too, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess we better,” Gerard muttered. He stood, pulling Frank up by the arm. “See you Monday, Toro.”
“Later, guys!” Ray called.
“How come we split so early?” Frank asked.
Gerard raced out of the house, head low. Under his breath, he replied, “I don’t know about you, but that game made me horny as shit.”
Frank smiled, following Gerard to the car.
As Gerard drove, Frank snaked a hand over to Gerard’s lap, stroking his inner thigh and squeezing it.
Gerard whimpered slightly, wiggling against Frank. “Not now, I’m driving.”
“You seem to be enjoying it,” Frank notes, nodding towards Gerard’s erection.
Finally pulling into the driveway, Gerard bats Frank’s hand away, growling, “You should learn to listen to me better.”
He got out without another word. Frank tailed him inside, asking, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Gerard answered. Leading him down to the basement, he suggested, “How about a safe word?”
“Alabama,” Frank decided. “That’s the safe word.”
Gerard grabbed Frank by the wrist, leading him over to the bed. Gerard sat swiftly, bringing Frank over his knee. He ordered, “Pull your pants down.”
Frank did as he was told, struggling with his belt before finally undoing it. He brought his skinny jeans down, leaving them hooked around his ankles. Frank happened to be wearing a pair of pink American Apparel briefs. Gerard traced the leg of the underwear, remarking, “They’re pink, how cute. Your ass is going to be pink.”
Frank’s heart started beating in his chest as Gerard adjusted the briefs, turning them into more of a thong in order to expose Frank's bare hind end. He gave Frank a couple of good swats before Frank grunted, “Alabama.”
Gerard readjusted Frank’s underwear, pulling them back over to cover Frank’s ass. “I hope you learned your lesson.”
Frank swallowed, nodding timidly. He stood, pulling up his pants. “Gerard, that was kinky as shit.”
Gerard blushed, stammering, “I-It was uh… just something I wanted to try.” He paused, pouting as he added, “And I don’t like people making bets that I’m a bottom.”
Frank hugged him, reminding, “They only mean it in good fun.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Gerard insisted. “Like, emasculating or something.”
Frank chuckled, “It’s not like either of us were ever fixing cars or chopping lumber to begin with.”
“That’s not true! I can be manly,” Gerard murmured.
Frank giggled, “Gerard, you have a basket full of bath bombs.”
Gerard finally laughed, agreeing, “Yeah, masculinity never was my thing.”
Frank lay down, wrapping Gerard’s arms around himself. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It’s overrated anyways.”

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