Frank and Gerard made the best of the hours they had left together. They made out, grasping onto each other aggressively as their tongues plunged into each other’s mouths. They neglected the fic they planned to do. They left aside the pad, pencil and laptop on the bed next to them. They kept rolling on top of each other, tightening their grips onto each other’s waist.

Frank finally pulled away, and Gerard was admiring the man on his lap. Gerard rested his hands on his waist as Frank gushed, “You’re so rough. It’s not what I expected from you.”

“I’m full of surprises,” Gerard beamed as he reached his hand up and brushed his hand through Frank’s hair, “God, you’re so cute.”

Frank rolled his eyes with his cheeks pink, “Do you only see beauty?”

“No,” Gerard could feel his heart tingle, “I also see a potential long term relationship with a bright, smart, and charming man.”

Frank stared down at Gerard. How did he get so lucky? He didn’t expect his trip to see MCR live to turn into something more .. he didn’t expect that he’d be on Gerard’s lap, being praised by him. He didn’t expect that he’d be leaning down at this moment, kissing his neck. Frank nibbled on Gerard’s neck and felt Gerard’s hand tighten onto his thighs. A soft moan escaped Gerard’s mouth, “Fuck,” He said with closed eyes.

Frank giggled onto Gerard’s pale skin. He lowered his head down to Gerard’s hips before reeling his shirt up. Frank smiled at Gerard’s little tummy bump and so he kissed it softly. He grabbed Gerard’s jeans and barely reeled them down, teasing Gerard who tried to resist the urge to grab a fist full of Frank’s hair and shoving his cock deep within his throat.

Frank rested his head on Gerard’s crotch, “My feelings for you are very strong.”

Gerard held back his lust, “I have strong feelings for you too.”

Frank smiled lightly before pulling down the jeans he gripped onto so tight. Gerard grinned before tucking in his lips-his body jolted when Frank’s mouth wrapped around his erected cock.

Meanwhile, Mikey was walking down the sidewalk, heading to Ray’s apartment. He paused by the address Ray sent him. Mikey glanced up from his phone to the front door. He hid the dark red rose behind his back with one hand. Mikey shook his body, “I can do this. It’s no big deal .. it’s just my heart he could break-fuck, Mikey-come on, go for it. Today’s the day.” He collected his courage before jogging up the steps. He took in a deep breath before knocking on the door. He took a step back, biting on his lower lip.

The door swung open, and before Mikey could show the red rose, a woman stepped in front of him. Mikey’s hand clenched onto the rose’s stem, allowing the thorns to prick into his skin. He was too distracted by the beautiful blonde to care about the pain and small drops of blood that fell behind his back. What was a woman wearing Ray’s t-shirt, doing here?

She wiped her tired blue eyes, “May I help you?”

Mikey cleared his throat, “I must have the wrong house-”

“Mikey?” Ray’s voice called. He stepped beside the blonde and stared at Mikey, “Hey-I didn’t know that you were coming today.” Ray stood awkwardly, glancing back and forth from Mikey to the woman beside him.

Mikey tightened his jaw, doing his best to hold back his tears, “Y-yeah. I w-wanted to surprise you.” He quickly added in, “S-sorry. I imposed-I’ll go.”

“No, you don’t have to.” Ray insisted, “Come inside.” Ray turned to the blonde and spoke to her. Mikey took the moment to throw the rose aside into the nearest bushes. Ray turned to him, “She’s going to leave-”

Mikey practically yelled, “No, today’s not a good day.” He turned around quickly and ran off.

Ray ran to the steps and called, “Wait!” But Mikey was already turning around the corner. Mikey pressed his back against the wall and wiped his watery eyes. He sniffled, “I’m such an idiot.” He looked down to his bloody right hand in reminder of the rose that made him bled.

Mikey cried softly as he gloomy walked back to the apartment. He walked as slow as he could to cry for as long as he could. He finally felt his eyes dry up a bit, just in time to open the apartment door. He walked in slowly and shut the door behind him softly. Mikey dragged himself onto the couch and slouched. It was quiet .. until he heard a soft moan. He flexed his eyebrows, puzzled about the random outburst of lust.

Mikey got up slowly and walked towards the intense moaning. He stopped by Gerard’s door and opened it swiftly-Frank fell off the bed frantically and Gerard reeled up his pants.

Mikey yelled, “Oh shit-what the hell?” He shielded his eyes as he directed toward Gerard, “You idiot. He’s fucking 18.” He angrily made his way out of the room with Gerard following, “Which makes it legal,” Gerard said, zipping his pants up.

Mikey rolled his eyes toward his brother, “You don’t get it, do you? While you’re sleeping with someone who is way younger than you, your fans and the fucking magazines are gonna go into a frenzy-what about us, huh?" Mikey referred to Patrick and Ray as well as him, “The younger fans are going to be delivering us an inappropriate display just because the lead singer slept with an 18 year old.”

Gerard stared at him. He could see there was something else besides anger that his brother was holding. Gerard asked concerned, “Are you okay .. ?” He walked towards his brother who broke down immediately. Mikey’s tears fell as he said, “Ray slept with a fucking girl-I just went over and fuck, my heart is just destroyed.”

Gerard frowned as he reeled in his brother for a hug, “He is bisexual, Mikey. He can sleep with a girl. But it doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance.”

Mikey pushed Gerard, "I don't need your comfort." He spat as he retreated back onto the couch.

Gerard stared at him. He didn't know what to do. Frank slowly came by Gerard's side. Gerard looked at him, "I think you should leave now-here," He reached inside Frank's pocket and pulled out his phone, "I'll put my number in your phone so you can text me."

"I thought you didn't want to give me your number-"

"We'll talk later." Gerard said, handing Frank his phone back.

Frank was speechless but he understood. Mikey was Gerard's main priority at the moment, and it's best if Frank wasn't involved.

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Harsh words were muttered as Gerard passed by. He kept his head low as he shamefully walked through the halls. He knew why he was being teased. There was so much happening in his life, but the one thing that stuck out was that he had sex with his best friend's boyfriend. Gerard couldn't help it. He was drunk when he slept with Brendon-it was all just some blurry dream to him.

Gerard was deeply hurt that Brendon would even sleep with a drunk guy. And that Brendon left him all alone in bed, giving everyone the advantage to take nude photos of him and plaster them all over the internet.

Frank stopped reading. He lowered his eyes, "Wow .. " He slowly shut his laptop. He didn't know how to feel about someone writing a story like that. It was creative but really tragic. Frank decided he would read more later, to see if this tragic story had a happy ending .. but for now, he'd rather just sleep.

Notes

I got a job today .. I'm becoming an adult omg no xo