Unapologetic Apathy

Ftank knocked on the door at the same time he always did, this time without the blonde kid, and this time with a big bag of stuff. I checked him out, all perfect looking with his tight clothes and jeans ripped so high up the thigh I didn't think he was wearing underwear. Fuck.

"Oh my god," I said, instead of hello.

"Same," he smirked. I suddenly remembered I was wearing less than usual: only a balck undershirt and a pair of tight, form fitting dress pants. "I didn't know vampires could blush," he said as he walked inside. I leane down to kiss him, an he responded by pushing me gently against the wall, rubbing his hand in my hip and the other through my hair.

"Bedroom. Now," I demanded, and he excitedly followed me to my room. When we got there, he took a moment to look at all the furniture and pictures in the walls. Antiques and piles of fancy clothing spilling from heavy oak wardrobes. He looked sprung eith wide eyes as I trie to get his right shirt off.

"Fuck. I was waiting so long for this," he told me. I sighed when I finally got it off, and I could finally make a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. Te closer I got to te waistband of his jeans, the more he squirmed and laughed. "Gotta unbutton my jeans now. Pants too tight."

I I took his hands away from the button and pushed him back on the heavy bed. He landed on a pile of white pillows. I straddled him and leaned back in his hardness, earning a loud moan and a sudden buck of his hips, I undid the button, and then we both stfruffld to take his pants off. When they were down to his knees, he was only wearing some plain boxer shorts made of thin cotton. I reached and palmed his massive bulge through the fabric.

He squirmed and thruster hard into my hand. Instead of taking off his underwear, I teased him a bit, stroking my finger lightly around the general area. He whined. I ran it across te hard shaft, and he sighed, clutching the sheets.

"Fuck. Me," he grunted, taking my hand roughly and shovin it down his boxers. I took his hardness in both hands an pumped up and down, frantically, roughly. He groaned and tried to reach go the zippered bag beside him. He took out a bottle of lube.

He sat up, still very hard, and squeezed the lube into his palms. I took off my pants and he helped me with my underwear, then he grabbed me and started rubbing. When I was completely covered, panting ad leaking precum, he turns over and leaned kn his knees. I grabbed his shoulders and slid in rather quickly, hearing him gasp suddenly.

"Is this okay?" I asked before continuing. He nodded and moaned a yes. I reache down and found his dick again, pumping and jerking in time to my own thrusts. Sometimes be met me halfway, and our pelvic bones hit hard, extra friction and making me want to fuck him harder: he started begging.

"Har-harder, p-please," he kept saying. I just kept fucking him until I felt him go limp, and moanjng loudly. Sticky warmth covered my hand. I ignored it, kept pumping, until I got off. I trie to prolong my orgasm as long ad possible, but I ended up coming a huge load almost immediately after. Frank made a pleasurable moaning noise and fell back on the bed, and I curled up beside him.

"Fuck. Think you," he said.

"I missed you, Frankie," I replied.

"I missed you, too," he said breathlessly.



In the the mornin I ran a bath for us. I was surprised the plumbing still worked in the room. I took baths regularly, but the plumbing was old and rusted and dated. When I first got it, only the richest people had plumbing. By plumbing, I meant the water was heated within that room and using a gas stove, then funnelled into the tub. No more buckets from the kitchen.

I liked Franks plumbing better. The automatic flushable toilets, the showers, the sinks. But when the bath was warm, I invited Frank to join me. I got I t he large tub, and soon after, he was undressed and joining me.

He straddled me I the bath, warm water splashing out when he stepped in. I felt myself growing hard underneath him. He didn't seem to mind. He bent down and gave me a sleepy morning kiss. I took a brick of soap from the ground below the tub and wet it with th hot water. I lathered the soap on Frank, and he seemed to enjoy that. I soaped up every part of him, cherishing the tattoos, the scars, and the other perfect imperfections I loved about him.

"My turn," he smirked. He took the soap from me and lathered it and started washing me where I liked it the most. I couldn't help but twitch a little when he started lathering...down there. I tried to hold back a moan, but to nl avail. "Like that?" He Aske and I moaned a yes. He started doing it harder and kissing me as he dis it's.

"Frankie I don't wanna cum in the bath," I laughed.

"I knkw, it's gross, but there's soap in here too," he laughed.

I was going to respond, but I felt all the tension telease, and I started climaxing. I ende up coming in the bath. Fuck you Frank Iero, for findin that so funny.

Notes

Well. Sorry but horny teenage fuckbiy writing this now.

I swear i go to church!!! Forgive me father for I have sinned. i hould show this fic to my pastor.... Ahhahahahahahaha no.