Company

3rd Person POV


Gerard felt long fingers from his chest to his stomach.

"Fuck." he gasped as the icy fingers eventually trailed down to his hips. He didn't know what to do, or how to feel about this whole thing. It was better, compared to the usual hand jobs he got from nurses after flashing them a pretty smile.

This felt.. different.

The hand reached farther down till it touched Gerard's fully erect member. He gave an involuntary smile, and let a loud moan.

"Mmm.. that's.. nice." he giggled. The hand started the jerk him off, till he came.

And then it was all over. Gerard opened his eyes to find himself alone in his hospital bed. He scratched his head in confusion and sat up. Had it all been a dream?

And then, within seconds. Laughing.

"What the fuck?" Gerard growled.

"Having fun over there?" the voice spoke again, it was Frank.

"What the fuck?!" Gerard repeated, this time with more force.

"Hey, I'm not the loud whore over here."

"What do you mean?-.. Hey say it again and I'll pound you so fucking hard.."

"I'm not afraid of you anymore asshole."

Gerard stayed quiet, and bit his lip.

"F-f..fuck, that feels ..nice.." Frank mocked Gee.

Gerard let out a choked moan. "S-shit man.."

"You should be a little more quiet next time Gerard. Now I know you like to play with yourself."

"Like you don't."

"..I've never.."

"Liar."

"I'm not!"

"Why? Does mommy keep you on close tabs? Does she make you go to church on Sunday and memorize psalms or something?.."

Frank remembered all the times he looked at those play boy magazines and felt nothing.
"No.. I just think it's kind of gross."

"There isn't anything gross about it. It's completely natural Frank."

"Not for me I guess."

Gerard removed his clips and went over to Frank's room.

"Oh." he smirked while looking Frank.

Frank covered his eyes with his hands and groaned loudly.
"I shouldn't have told you that."

Gerard laughed, "It's fine, your secret is safe with me, little virgin boy."

"What the fuck was..am I thinking?" Frank yelled-.. "I'm fucking talking to you about my sex life?! I fucking hate you. You're Satan disguised as a fuckboy teenager." ... "Fuck!"

Gerard step back a little.. his eyes glued to the floor. "Did they take you off your meds, because you're fucking bipolar." he grumbled.

"Oh fuck you, you asshole."

Gerard raised his eyes back up and drilled a hole into Frank. "Can't you see I'm guilty about this whole thing? I didn't mean for it to go this far anyways. I just wanted to scare you, let you get a feel of the food chain. I would have stopped-.."

"No you wouldn't have. You like to pick on the little guy, and then you like to go jerk off while thinking of their bloody faces. My bloody face."

"That's not fucking true. You're..just.. upset.."

Frank sat up from his bed and was holding some type of day time cold cocktail.
He chugged it and then threw it at Gerard.

"Who gave you that?!" Gerard caught the bottle.

"My ma' .. she's a fucking saint." he laughed.

"Holy fuck.." Gerard opened the bottle and smelt it, it reeked of alcohol and a mixture of a bunch of different cough syrups. "Are you drunk?"

Frank pretended that he didn't even hear Gerard's question.
"When we getting outta here?"

"When our parents sign us out.. I'm actually leaving tonight."

Frank sighed.. "My mom doesn't care 'bout me. I'll be here for a few more weeks."

"Oh.."

"Ugh! Fuck! I shouldn't have told you that.. fuck." .. "Fuck me."

Gerard tugged at his collar uncomfortably.. "I think I should leave you alone.."

Frank shrugged and laid back down as Gerard walked back to his room.

He put a hand through his hair and trudged to the phone.. he didn't want to do this but it would help Frank. Plus Gerard was pissed.

He wasn't turned on by beating people up, he especially wasn't turned on by Frank.

"Hello.. I uhm wanna talk to Frank Iero's doctor.. or just someone that cares for him.."

"I can take a message."

"Someone gave him some type of ..drink.. and now, he's kind of hammered."

"I'll alert the doc. Imediately."

"Thanks."

Gerard put the phone back in the wall and smirk grew wide on his face. Just because there wasn't any psychical warfare, it didn't mean the battle was over.

Not anymore at least.

Notes

I'm tired, sorry if this sucked cx