Their Hearts Don't Beat Like Ours

“I want you to fuck me, Gerard.”
My breathe hitches. His words are so stern. So strict. I know he’s wanted it, but he’s never actually said. Reply, Gerard.
“Frank- I, we, you’re not 18. We were gonna wait.” I stammer out the first words that come out.
“I don’t care, Gerard. I need you. All of you. Now.” Frank climbs over me and straddles my lap. It seems this is his favorite position. He grabs my face and pulls me into a deep kiss, sliding his tongue through my mouth as I gasp. He kisses me for a moment and then releases, staring at me, eyes pleading. His lips move to my ear, and his hot breathe sends shivers down my spine.
“I can smell her on you. I can feel it. It’s killing me. What she did to you… don’t you wanna erase it? Let me erase it, baby.” His words hit me, and suddenly I feel like going to shower like this morning. I feel dirty.
“Frankie.” I mumble out, not realizing until after I spoke. He pulls back and looks at me.
“I was okay knowing she was the last person you were inside of, because you two were together. But now, like this, I can’t take it.” He starts to kiss my neck slowly, slightly nibbling at the skin. I moan quietly under his touch.
“Please, fuck me.” He begs, mumbling against my neck. “I need to remove her stench.”
I can’t get the feeling of Lindsey off of me now. And I realize, maybe he’s right. I need Frankie to remove her from my body. I nod my head frantically, eyes closed, still ravishing in Frank’s kisses on my neck. “Help me, baby…”
“Really?” Frankie beams. I nod again.
“Beg again.” Whoa? Did I just say that? Did I just discover a new kink?
“Fuck me, Gee. Baby, fuck me. I need you inside me.” Frank moans out against my cheek. My dick twitches. Growing even harder.
“Louder.” I command. Frank obeys.
“Gee, baby, fuck me. Fuck my tight little ass. Fuck me. Please, I need it. I need your cock. Fuck. Me.” Frank practically screams as he moans each word better than a porn star could. With his head leaned back and his eyes closesd, I can’t take any more. I dive into his neck and wrap my hands around the back of his thighs, lifting him off my lap and then standing up. He tightens his legs around my waist and I walk towards the stairs, climbing then slowly, not removing my tongue from Frank’s neck.
When we get to the bedroom, Frank jumps down from my grasp and goes to removing his clothes. I do the same thing, and only seconds later we’re making out feverishly, naked, moving towards the bed. I collapse and pull Frank on top of me. We kiss like that for another few minutes until Frank pulls away.
“Shit, Gee, you don’t have any lube do you?”
“Top drawer, dresser, left.” Frank furrows his eyebrows. I bite my lip nervously. “Linds… Uhm, she liked the flavor when giving me head.”
Frank cringes at my words, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.
“We never used the watermelon.” I give him a smile, and he returns it. He goes over to the dresser and looks around, until he pulls out a small bottle of clear pink jelly. He sets it aside and leans down to kiss me.
“Back to the headboard,” He mumbles between kisses. I obey, sliding my body back, pulling Frankie along with me. I’m sitting up and Frank pulls me away slightly so the small of my back is placed on the pillows, but my shoulders and uperback are still leaning on the headboard. He straddles me. “Do you wanna prep me? Or do you want me to?”
“I’ll do it.” I offer him a smile and he smirks in reply. He reaches over and grabs the lube. I hold my hand out and he squirts lube on three of my fingers. Rubbing it in to dramatically and making fake moans, making my dick twitch again. This anticipation is killing me.
“One finger a time, I’ll tell you when I’m ready, alright?” Frank ask. I nod and move my hand to his ass. I place a finger at his entrance and slowly push it in. I gasp at the tightness, and I hear Frank moan as I get goes deeper. I hold it there for a second, making sure he’s alright before I start thrusting it in and out. Frank whimpers, my lips attach to his neck. Sucking on the soft skin.
“Another.” Frank moans out. Again, I obey. I slide my one finger out and replace it with two. This time Frank’s breath hitches, and I feel his body tense. His ass tightens around me and I stop moving. I question it for a moment, but remember: this is Frank’s first time bottoming. I’m taking his virginity. Or I’m taking the rest of it. My lips move to his ear. “Shh, baby, I’m not gonna hurt you. Relax. It’s okay.” I feel his body soften at my words and start moving my fingers in and out.
“Scissor them.” Frank commands, and so I do. I move my fingers in and out, speeding up my pace and scissoring Frank’s ass until he’s a moaning mess on top of me.
“The third?” I ask him.
“Fuck yes, please. Hurry.” Frank moans. I smirk. And quickly add my third. Entering him with all three fingers slowly. He winces and pants, but they calm shortly and I start thrusting them in and out while scissoring him. His pants becomes moans after a few minutes and my dick starts throbbing in anticipation. I just want to pull my fingers out, but I know this is Frank’s first time as much as it is mine. I have to be gentle.
To my joy, it doesn’t take Frank much longer to prep.
“Gee, Gerard, fuck me. Now.” I kiss him deeply. I grab the lube and smother my dick in the substance.
Frank lifts his hips off my lap and wiggles to find my dick in my hand. I keep ahold of myself as he glides down on it, panting like a slut. It takes everything I have to not slam his hips down on to me right then. It doesn’t take long for me to be completely buried inside Frank. Both our breathes have gotten harder, and Frank holds himself down adjusting to my size, which, I’m not trying to brag, but it’s definitely above average. But then again, so is Frank’s. I place my hands on his hips, trying to control myself. The tightness is almost too much.
Frank slowly lifts his hips, and moves them back down on me. He continues, keeping at a slow pace, moaning. I’m doing the same. My hands firmly on his hips, keeping him steady. I don’t know how much of this slow I can take. But, Frank reads my mind again. I seriously need to ask him about that, it’s nuts.
Frank starts bouncing faster, moving his hips in a circular motion. I start to thrust up to meet his hips, and with one twitch of Frank, I thrust harder by accident and Frankie screams out. “Shit. Right there. Do that again.” I thrust up again, just as hard, and hear another satisfying scream come from Frank’s lips. I keep thrusting in the same spot, pulling Frank’s hips down on me, getting faster as we go. The room is silent except for the sound of skin on skin, panting and moans and groans.
“Gerard, I’m almost there.” Frank breathes, and I too begin to feel the familiar pit in my stomach. I speed up, and grabs Frank’s dick, jacking him off as fast as I’m fucking him. Frank gets louder, yelling out “baby” or “gee” or “fuck” with every movement I make until I watch the ropes of white cream shoot from Frank. “AHH. Gee. Baby, Yes, Yes.” He screams out.
I feel him tighten around me. And I know I’m about to blow. I thrust up into him 3 more times. “So. Fucking. Tight.” I say, punctuating every word with a thrust and I cum inside Frank. Moaning. Slowly thrusting as I shoot my load inside of him. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything that good.
Frank allows his chest to collapse on mine and bury his head into my neck.
“That was so fucking good.” He says.
“Fucking amazing.” I reply. Frank looks at me with radiating eyes and a huge grin on my face.
I smile and pull out of Frank slowly, we both whimper at the loss but I pull my head back to the pillows and pull Frank into my chest. He curls up into a ball.
It’s silent for a few moments as we catch our breathes.
Frank’s the first one to break the silence.
“Gerard.”
“Hmmm.”
“I love you.”
I freeze. I know I care about Frank. But, love? Do I love Frank? The way his eyes gaze into mine, the way his curves fit into mine like my missing puzzle piece. I… I do. I love Frank.
“I, I,” Say it Gerard. Say it. What the fuck. Tell him you love him Gerard! Tell him.
“It’s okay, babe.” Frank tells me, looking up at me. “I know what you want to say. I can see it in your eyes.” He reaches up to caress my cheek and I move my face into his touch.
“You’ll say everything that you need to say one day. Don’t push yourself. You’ve come so far, I’m so fucking proud of you, Gee. So fucking proud.” Frank yawns.
My heart melts at his words. He understands. He knows. He knows what I’m trying to say even when I don’t. How can I love him after just a month of knowing him. I didn’t think it was possible. God, it is. It’s so possible. Even though I can’t say it out loud. I know how I feel.
I just had sex with a boy. And it was the best sex of my life.
I am in love with a boy.
I just hope I can tell him soon. I look down to a sleeping Frankie. I close my eyes too and let myself drift off with perfect thoughts of Frank going through my head.
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I wake up to my phone buzzing. I groan. And roll over. “Go away.”
“Babe, it might be the doctor. It’s noon.” A small voice comes from beside me.
I reluctantly sit up and reach over Frank for my phone.
“Hello.”
“Yes, is this Gerard?” It was a woman, with a high pitch voice.
“Speaking.” I take a moment to put the phone on speaker for Frank to hear. I hate explaining things.
“Okay, hi, I have your results from the drug screen you came in the ER for yesterday.”
“Okay…”
“Uhm, yes. You tested positive for MDMA, or ecstasy.” My eyes go wide and so does Frank’s. She continues to speak. “The doctor told me that he can discuss this with you if you’d like him too.”
“Yes, that would be great.”
“Okay. He’s in his office. I’ll transfer your call.”
The line goes to some shitty elevator music for a minute or two.
“Ah, Mr. Way?”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“Urie. Now, you were positive for ecstasy. You said you woke up with no memory of the night the before, correct?”
I nod my head. Shit. “Yes.”
“Is it likely your attacker gave you alcohol after the drug?”
“Yes, very likely.”
“Well, Gerard, I don’t know the story, but you can choose to go to the police with this if something awful happened. We will give them your results by your command.”
Wow. The police? Should I? Doesn’t what she did count as rape?
“Okay, uhm… Thank you, Doctor Urie. I’ll let you know if I need further help.”
“No problem, Mr. Way. Have a good day.”
“Yeah, you too.” I hang up and look over at Frank.
I move my head to his shoulder and the sobs come.
“Gee, baby. It’s okay.”
“I drank, Frank. I cheated on you. I’m lower then low.”
Frank pushes me off. Yep, he realized it. Wait. His hands go to my shoulders and he looks me dead in the eye.
“You. Did. Not. Know. What. You. Were. Doing.” He punctuates each word with a shake.
I just nod my head.
“I’m sorry we had to wake up to something like this.. Frankie, last night was… Perfect.”
He leans in and kisses me. “Mmm, it was. And, I think I may be a bottom. That felt… Really great.” I just laugh and kiss him again.
“How’s your ass?
“It’s a little sore.” He mumbles.
We sit there, holding each other for a little while longer.
“Okay, what do I do? Do I press charges? Do I let it go? Was she planning this?” I break the silence.
“Planned it?” Frank questions.
“How would she know I was coming, though…?” I ask mostly to my self.
“Call Mikey and Pete.” Frank commands.
I pick up my phone again. I’m so sick of phone calls. I dial the number and wait for it to ring.
Pete picks up. “Heyoo, Wentz here.”
“Hey, Pete.”
“Gerard? What’s up? Mikey’s in the shower.”
“Actually, you’re the one I needed to speak too.”
“Oh. Okay.” Pete says, confusion in his voice.
“Is there anyway Lindsey would have known I was coming to the party?”
“Fuck, was she there? God, I’m so sorry, Gerard. I told her not to come, Jimmy, too.”
“Oh. Did you tell her I was coming?”
“No,”
“But, she’s not stupid. She probably assumed you’re the reason she wasn’t invited.” Frank cuts Pete off.
“Shit, I’m sorry, man. Did she bother you? Is that why we didn’t see you. I was drunk, if I would’ve known. Ah, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright Pete, it’s not your fault. But, uh, she… she…”
“Drugged him. Ecstasy was in his system. He woke up to a naked Lindsey and no memory.” Frank cuts me off this time. I flinch at his words and he shoots me an apologetic looks.
“SHE WHAT?” That wasn’t Pete.
“Mikey?”
“Oh, my god! What the fuck? I’m gonna kill her!”
“Mikey, calm down. I know what I need to know now… I’m gonna report this.”

Notes

That escalated quickly.
Whats gonna happen too Lindsey?
DUN DUN DUN.
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