I should have never been driving

Frank sat in the front of his moms car, occasionally looking back at me in the back seat. We have been driving for what seems like hours but every time I look over at the clock on the dashboard only a few minutes have passed.
Frank taps his fingers on the leather seat between his legs to songs on the radio, making small talk with his mom for the first hour or so of the journey so that she didn’t have to get me to talk, minus the few questions she asked me about my parents and the whole moving schools thing.
The Xanax had kicked in by this point forcing me to give small and hazy answers, giving her a small smile in her rear view mirror occasionally.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, sending a surge through my lower body. “Linda, would we be able to make a pit stop soon, I gotta go to the little boys room...” I said leaning forward a bit so that she could hear me over the radio.
“Sure honey, there’s a gas station in a quarter mile, I need to get gas anyway” she said giving me a small smile in the mirror.
She pulled into the gas station and got out of her car to pump the gas, brushing past me “sorry Gerard, do you mind grabbing me that gas can on the floor on the other side please?” She asked motioning to it next to me.
“Yes ma’am” I obliged handing her the can as I got out of the car slowly.
I walked around the back of the car trying not to get in the way “did you need me to go and pay ma’am?” I said turning to her before I went inside.
“It’s okay, Frank’s got it covered, haven’t you honey?” She said as Frank poked his head out of the passenger side.
“Yeah mom, I got it” he mumbled with a twenty dollar bill between his teeth and one arm in his jacket. He walked behind me as I approached the door and leaned in to say that he’d see me back in the car before we parted ways in the store.
I pushed the door of the men’s restroom open and made sure it was closed behind me before pulling out my phone.

* text allert *
unknown - “you dodged me today, but I’ll get you on Monday pretty boy”

I dropped my phone in the sink and ran my fingers shakily through me hair, away from my eyes. “Fuck” I muttered looking at my face in the mirror. “FUCK” I said a little louder before punching the mirror with everything I had left.
I felt the glass shatter around my fist, the connection sent a wave through my body and made me feel every kick and punch I ever got. “Fuuuck”

I stumbled but managed to get my back to the wall and slid down slowly, pushing my hair back once more before I hit the ground. The shards of mirror in the sink glistening reflection moved all over the room due to the flickering light above.
picking my self up a few minutes later I picked my phone up out of the remenece of the mirror and put it in my pocket. I straightened my clothes out in the other mirror and rinsed my hand, patting it dry with a paper towel and tossing it to one side.
I left the restroom with a long sigh, “ hey man, the mirror is broken in the men’s, it’s everywhere, I’m lucky I didn’t cut myself on the broken glass”, I said to the cashier tugging my sleeve over my knuckles Making sure he thought that I didn’t do it.
the door seemed so much harder to pull, I draw it back wincing in pain. “I got it” a voice behind me said, gripping the door. I turned to say thanks and stood behind me was Frank, a half eaten candy bar in his mouth, one hand on the door and the other on my side. We got back in the car and drove to the hotel.
“Honey, do you mind grabbing the bags?” Franks mom asked “no problem mom” Frank replied looking back at me “I’ll help you” I said pushing my door open and stepping out gingerly, trying to not move so much. I grabbed my bag and put it on my back and carried Franks in my hand while he got his moms things out of the trunk. “You boys hungry?” Linda called back, almost at the lobby door “FUCK YEAH” frank said excitedly. “FRANK” his mom hissed looking back at him. He laughed and closed the trunk.
*Time lapse*
I put the key in the door of our room and unlocked it pushing the door with my back. Frank trailing behind me. I switched on the lights, kicked my shoes off and dumped the bags on the floor before going to the bathroom and closed the door firmly behind me. I unzipped my hoodie and dropped it on the floor before I pulled my shirt slowly over my head and put it discarded it with my hoodie. I heard a knock at the door followed by “are you okay?”
“I’ll be out in a minute” I called back. I gripped the faucet and turned it on to splash my face with cold water “snap out of it Gerard!” I muttered to myself, water dripping on to my chest as I looked up.
I dried my face and opened the door to find Frank lying on his side, his jeans and shoes on the floor beside the bed. Drawing a circle on the sheet with his index finger. “Ready to continue baby?” He purred.
I walked over to the bed slowly undoing my belt.
”was your hand like that before?” Frank said looking concerned. He sat up a little.
I kneeled on the bed and pushed him onto his back. Planting slow kisses over his chest. “Shhh” I whispered moving up to his neck, “just kiss me”
he obliged by grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me to his lips. I straddled his thigh for awhile, feeling the crotch of my jeans get tighter. I was shaking with the pain that was coursing through my body but I didn’t care. I needed a distraction. I trust him.
Frank puts his hands on my hips, pushing at my jeans. I pull away to undo my zipper and push them down. “Gerard, we don’t have t-“ I cut him off with another kiss, wriggling out of my jeans so that I’m left with my boxers. I have bruises all over and my skin is pale but he doesn’t even seem bothered. “Can we turn the lights out?” I panted, “but then I can’t see you” Frank replied looking up at me with such longing “alright, have it your way” I said pushing his shoulders into the mattress, one leg either side of him.
He pulled at the waistband of my underwear making me flinch a little “sorry, whatever you want. You’re in control” he said brushing his hair out of his eye.
I leaned down and whispered “can I top this time?” After everything that’s happened I don’t think I can take being a bottom. “Did you bring lube?” Frank said arching his back a little between small moans as I’m slowly grinding against him “no, did you?” I replied steadily grinding myself up against him even more.
“it’s in my bag” he said pointing to the floor. I stopped and got off the bed. I got the two condoms out incase one ripped and the small tube of lube from his bag and placed them on the bed. “Take off your shirt” I purred, trying to be seductive.
He pulled us shirt over his head and threw it on the floor.
He moved up the bed and waited for my next move.
I dropped my boxers to the floor, my more than a semi completely exposed. His eyes fixed on me as I start to touch myself a little. I looked up to see running his hand over his crotch he let out a low groan. I crawl towards him and I slip my hands over his thighs slowly, weaving in and out of some bruises, moving up to his underwear and pulling them off and throwing them behind me.
“You ever been given head before?” I said looking up as seductively as I could “nuh- no- “ but before he finished answering I swirled my tounge over the head of his shaft. He let out a long breath and closed his eyes.
He really was new to this..
I put the whole thing in my mouth, gagging a little before bobbing my head up and down slowly. Looking up at a now very loud, very turned on Frank. I stopped and trailed kisses up his torso to his mouth “turn over”
“you have to tell me if anything hurts, okay.. and I’ll stop” I say in a sincere tone.
I put the condom on and rubbed a thin layer of lube over it as he got himself comfortable. “Just breathe through the first part, it gets a lot better” I said reassuringly.
I put my dick to the entrance of his ass “ready?” I said gripping his hip with one hand.
“go” he said into a pillow.
I Pushed my self all the way in and he let out a loud moan.
I trased the bruises lighy on his back, moving up to his shoulder.
“Move” he mumbled propping his elbows up “but slow low”
I thrusted slowly a few times before picking up speed “FUCK, GERARD, SLOW!” he yelled, bucking his hips “Fuuck, THERE, RIGHT THERE” I found his spot. I thrust a few hard more times trying my hardest to ignore the pain radiating around my body. I lean forward “will you ride me?” I pant. If he’s intop, I don’t have to over exert myself and be a burden this whole trip. He nods so I pull out and switch places with him. He hovers over me before easing himself down into my dick, putting one hand behind him and one hand in my chest for balance before moving up and down slowly.
I buck my hips sending him into overdrive, “come inside. Take off the condom” he pleads, breathing heavily.
He lifts up enough for me to pull the condom off, before sitting back down. He rides me, letting out a variety of loud moans. “Imm gonna... Im closee. Faster” I gasp, reaching for his dick, pumping it in time to the small thrusts I’m contributing. I grip his hips and I buck into him one last time before we both explode. Screaming each others name blissfully.
I pull out and he falls beside me as we ride out what’s left of our orgasm.
The pain was everywhere by now. “Frank?” I groan, turning to face him.
“I think-“
- Blacks out -

Notes

Hello my lovelies, I’m fully aware that it’s been over a year since I posted last and I’m back with the rest of the story if anyone was wondering what happened. This one is mainly Smut. It’s going to link into a plot twist in the upcoming chapters. I couldn’t just leave this story unfinished and it’s been playing on my mind for moths but I guess that’s what you call severe writers block.
As ever, y’all keep being y’all :)