If You Marry Me, Would You... (Frerard)

It was wrong. Gerard knew it was wrong. Leaving Frank alone was enough for him to feel frightened, and now he was just about to enter the alley, where he knew his brother was waiting for him.

He tried to release the shaky breath he was holding and stepped inside, into the dimmed light, and quickly enough spotted the tall figure that leaned against the wall, barely recognizable in the foggy atmosphere.

But Gerard already knew him too well to be able to miss him.

"Why did you show up at that restaurant?" The elder's sharp voice but through the cold air like a knife. Michael turned his head towards him with a bored expression.

"Well that was pretty straight forward," he replied in a monotonic voice.

"Cut the crap, Michael. I wanna get to the fucking point. Why were you there?" Gerard growled out, already getting sick of being there.

"Because I wanted to fuck with your brain," the younger stated simply. Gerard raised an eyebrow, so he continued. "You get scared when I show up. I wanted to make sure you stay that way."

"I'm not sca-"

"Do I look stupid to you, Gerard?" Michael snapped, louder than he'd been so far. "Because if you think I'm buying that nonsense you have a fucking problem. You're scared of me. You're terrified. You don't know what to do with yourself and it makes you angry. And the painful truth is, Gerard, that you're lost. You're lost like a puppy on the streets but you want it to end. Don't you want it all to just stop?"

"I can fight you, Michael," Gerard whispered, and as much as he wished it wouldn't be this way, his voice was shaky and his heart was racing in his chest, he could hear the fast beating against his own ribs, as his lungs struggled to let some air in.

The younger brother let out a dry laugh, followed by a glare that reflected through the older's hazel orbs.

"You'd wish it was true, wouldn't you? You wish you were stronger than me, that you could stand a chance against the power I have over your life."

And before Gerard could notice or react, the other man was right in front of him, grabbing the front of his jacket, their faces only inches apart.

"Well... let me prove you wrong," Michael whispered, only allowing his brother one moment of catching up before he pulled his head back and slammed his forehead to Gerard's painfully, sending the man to the floor along with the surprised noise he made.

Gerard blinked rapidly and looked up at the younger with shiny eyes.

Michael nearly chuckled at how pitiful it was, how worthless his brother seemed right now. He gave him a loathing look, then his foot collided forcefully with with the elder's stomach, and Gerard could no longer hold himself up.

The younger man didn't stop though. He wanted Gerard to see, to remember who had the upper hand in this story, who was the one with the plan.

Gerard whimpered. He tried to control and suppress his vampire mode, because unlike his brother and many other vampires, he had no self-restrain over his body while in this state. He never bothered learning it, because he spent too many years keeping it in the dark, avoiding it.

So now he was suffering, getting beaten up by Michael, not finding it in himself to push back, not even when the pain became worse.

Michael was strong enough to kill him.

And so far he seemed to be relishing his position, letting out some of the fury he felt for the older man. He didn't want Gerard to die, not yet. He just wanted to drain his hope a little more, show that slut that even sex with Frank couldn't hide him.

Gerard had nowhere to hide. Unfortunately, it took him too long to realize it.

He's been living there for years, in that small house not too far from the alley, fucking most of the people he brought with him on that same bed.

And why hadn't he left already? Why hadn't he escaped the place that held so many meaningless memories, the place where Michael could just find him and destroy him in his sleep?

The reason was simple: Jonathan.

He denied it to himself for a long time, told himself that he was only there because the place was cheap and the money his parents left him wouldn't last forever.

But the truth he confessed to himself now was, that that little flat in Newark, the small apartment that could barely give him shelter from the world, held too many memories of his first boyfriend, his first love.

Jonathan used to be his life, his safe heaven, the arms that helped him stay steady as he stood up.

Yes, he was in danger. Yes, he had a chance of dying. And yes, he could be found.

But maybe, just maybe... he wanted to be found.

He let out a quiet cry, feeling his muscles give out, and his sight turned blurry, when a stern voice suddenly came from the distance.

"STOP!"

Michael stopped. Everything fell silent, the only sound being Gerard's sharp panting and soft noises of pain as it pounded in his system, and suddenly he could feel all the spots where Michael kicked him (which was most of his torso).

He wanted to move. He so desperately wanted to move, but everything hurt, and he just felt like passing out.

Until he saw the figure that now stood next to Michael, and the two stared down at him.

"I think he'd had enough," Jonathan said quietly, his expression not showing much emotion.

Michael's anger faded faded from his eyes, then he nodded, and only gave his brother one last glance before leaving the alley.

The older brother blinked in confusion, as he was left alone under the mercy of Jonathan Lano. At this point he really wished he had it in himself to get up and run away from there, as far as he could from the man above him.

But, of course, the best thing he could do for himself right now was look up at Jonathan with pleading eyes, silently begging him not to do anything while Gerard was in this state.

his pleads were out the window soon enough, when the younger swung a leg over his helpless body and brought himself down so he could straddle the man, leaning down to where his breath was ghosting over Gerard's face.

The older shivered with fear, still looking in the other's eyes.

"Remember those lips," Jonathan whispered in the same serious tone, his voice suddenly thick and raspy with lust. "You're gonna miss the taste."

And then he kissed Gerard, slow but powerful, dominating him without asking.

The older gasped. What the hell was Jonathan doing?

He might've been doubting his hatred for the man, but he was NOT going to cheat on his beloved boyfriend and kiss the person above him.

With some will power, and a little bit of strength he managed to gather, Gerard braced his palms against Jonathan's warm chest and pushed him off of him.

He felt small pride swelling in him, but now he only had a few seconds to escape before the other recovered.

And unfortunately, as he was about to try and stand up, the pain of Michael's hits suddenly ran through his body and forced him down, so he collapsed back on the pavement, followed by a loud whine.

"Aww, baby," Jonathan shook his head from his lying position beside Gerard. The older man shifted and laid on his side, leaving the other to face his back, and he didn't know why, but maybe that way it would make him go away.

Jonathan was not leaving him alone though.

As Gerard tried to get his muscles going, he felt two arms sneaking around his bruised waist, and groaned pitifully as Jonathan spooned him on the floor. But that wasn't the worst part, as the younger cupped his face and turned his head in an awkward angle so he could attach his lips to Gerard's again.

"N-no. Get off," he groaned.

"Can't do that, baby. You taste so fucking good," the younger whispered.

"But I don't want you to kiss me," Gerard suddenly growled, and then he was rolling on top of Jonathan, his legs at both sides of his hips, and he was leaning down to look in his eyes dangerously. "Not anymore," he added.

If he had expected Jonathan to be startled, or even a bit surprised, he was very wrong. All the other did was smirk up at the older man, returning the stare... only his gaze held a lot more confidence, and truth...

"Oh Gerard... it's almost funny to see how every time you think you have the upper hand, the other person will always be stronger."

He hands came up slowly, and his fingers danced along Gerard's thick thighs, feeling him through his jeans.

The elder didn't slap his hand away. He didn't break eye contact, too. He knew that if he didn't let Jonathan see how he really felt at that moment, it would only work on his favour.

"Like, aren't you tired of always trying to seem powerful?" He continued, carefully trailing his hands up higher, and Gerard could feel the shocks and sparks the touch sent through him.

He didn't let it show though.

"So much shit you have to put up with..." Jonathan cooed as he rested his hands on the older's hips, rubbing them in soft motions, and Gerard almost felt relaxed...

What the fuck?!

No! He wasn't feeling relaxed! This was Jonathan. Not Frank. He wasn't enjoying this. He was just trying to get the other man to realize Gerard was strong, too.

But... was he really?

"I knew I was right," Jonathan smirked, and suddenly his hands slid down, past Gerard's jeans, to take hold of his soft pale ass.

The elder suppressed the gasp as best as he could and stared daggers into Jonathan, still not able to move.

"It's not working, Jonathan. Take your hands out of my pants."

"Once you tell me you're not loving this," the other's smirk widened as he squeezed the flesh under his boxers, and Gerard was starting to get extremely pissed off.

Yet, he couldn't hold back anymore, reaching his utter breaking point, when he felt the cold hands spreading his ass cheeks, and a smooth finger circled his entrance.

"No! G-god, let go," he groaned, and was now trying to roll off of Jonathan, but the man's grip on him was tight, and he cried out when the other's long middle finger dug a bit into his heat.

"Aww, aren't you enjoying this baby? The teasing? You're dying to get fucked again. I can just feel your muscles sucking my finger in."

"Shut up!"

Gerard began to panic when the finger slid in deeper. He let out a shaky breath and squirmed above Jonathan.

"Well, you see, Gerard," he spoke suddenly, "This is where you'll always get eventually, no matter what you do. You'll always end up under someone's mercy, always end up as a bitch. I can open you up right now and fuck you all night long, and you won't do a single thing about it. Just because you were arrogant enough to think you were stronger, and now you're stuck in your own mud. So what do you think, baby? Should I fuck you now like you deserve, or should I let you go and wait for you to come back crawling after you've realized your mistake?"

Gerard then made the one noise he really wish he wouldn't have. He whimpered.

It was a mix of pity, sorrow, fear... and also pleasure. Because as Jonathan spoke, his finger slid in and out of Gerard painfully slowly. He didn't want to enjoy this, he really didn't. But it had been so long... and after all, he was a whore. That slut side of him was something he would have to work very hard to suppress.

And obviously Jonathan would never miss a sound of pleasure coming from him.

"What was that you said there, baby? You want another finger? I can give you another one, and maybe I'll hit your special spot," he murmured, continuing to move his experted digit.

That set something inside Gerard, a new kind of anger.

"F-fuck no!" He suddenly exclaimed, when he felt a second finger poking at his hole. He shoved himself off of Jonathan, the other's fingers slipping out of him as his hands were out of Gerard's jeans again.

He stood up, ignoring any sense of pain he was feeling. This he wouldn't tolerate.

"What's wrong baby? Did daddy make you feel too good?" Jonathan asked, still lying on the floor with that devilish smile, and Gerard watched with horror as he put the fingers that were inside the older man between his lips and sucked on them. "Fuck, you still taste the same."

"You're crazy!" Gerard exclaimed. For some reason the tears he wanted to release earlier were coming back now. "Don't ever fucking do that again, or I'll fucking kill you!"

"Your moans will kill me first baby," Jonathan said, followed by his tongue darting out to lick his lips slowly.

Gerard made a weird noise that the younger couldn't quite place before he was running away, desperate to get away from him.

How did this even happen? How did he let Jonathan get so close to him again? Why did he let him touch him?

Gerard knew what it was doing to him. The other knew it too. Why didn't he stop him then? He could just get up earlier, overcome the pain in his torso and get away, before Jonathan had the chance to impale him again.

At least it wasn't his dick this time, which was sort of a small relief for Gerard, but his fingers? Really? Had Gerard really been topping too much in the past three years?

Well... maybe he was. Maybe Jonathan was right. Perhaps Gerard was just too desperate to have something up his ass after all this time.

But that was NOT an excuse for what happened in the alley a few minutes ago. He couldn't just let Jonathan finger him wherever and whenever the man wanted to, Gerard's ass was not his property.

Although... at some point, it did start to feel a little good. Maybe more than a little good.

The warm familiar feeling of the finger he knew so well, the finger that had been inside him so many times. He could just feel it all over again, hear the encouragements that fell from Jonathan's lips as the older clenched and unclenched around his digits, the heat of the moment, Gerard's throaty moans as he was being pleasured roughly.

The vampire shook his head desperately as he ran, tears already making their way down his cheeks. He needed to relax, badly. He needed something that will get his mind off of everything.

And there was only one thing he knew for sure that will work: Frank.

Gerard needed sex. He wanted to have sex with Frank, because that was the perfect combination of the two things that helped him forget.

But topping would be too much for him right now... his muscles were too tired and everything hurt.

Yet, he still wasn't completely sure that he was ready to bottom again...

Screw ready! He then decided. He needed someone to fuck him, and he was going to get it NOW. Screw Jonathan and his effect on Gerard, he would bottom for Frank for the rest of his life before he gave into that bullshit.

By the time he made his decision, he was already at the front door of his house, and he nearly ripped it open as he stepped in, panting and hurting.

He didn't care.

He only had one thing on his mind.

"Frankie?" He asked quietly as he stood outside their bedroom. The younger man was already seated with his back to the headboard, rubbing his eyes and then looking around, before spotting his boyfriend, which startled him a bit, because he wasn't expecting to wake up in the middle of the night, find out Gerard wasn't by his side, and then have him coming back, his face red and tear stained, his breath heavy, and an expression filled with both lust and fear as he stared at the boy on the bed.

"Where were you?" He asked tiredly.

"Doesn't matter," Gerard replied sharply, and short second later he was climbing on the bed and sitting on Frank's lap, straddling him and looking up with child-like eyes.

"What happened to you?" Frank whispered, running his hands through the older's messy greasy hair. Gerard whimpered and pressed his body to Frank's.

"Frank, I... I..." he stuttered out, his own soft sobs cutting him off.

The younger gave him a concerned look, but before he had the chance to speak up Gerard grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a frantic kiss, his tongue desperately asking for entrance.

Frank let him, trying to suppress the confusion around him, and honestly the way the elder's tongue lapped around in his mouth, tasting every inch of him, made it pretty hard to concentrate on anything else.

The young man caught up with the situation soon enough, and snaked his arms to rest on Gerard's lower back as his tongue played with the other's.

"Frankie, I... I need to- to... fuck," Gerard whined, and suddenly his hips thrust forward to crash their clothed crotches together.

Frank gasped. Holy shit, that felt good. That action erased most of his doubts about the elder, although he was still worried.

"Gerard, I... shit... I don't like it when you keep secrets from me... uh fuck," he admitted breathlessly as the vampire continued his movement on Frank's lap, grinding like a desperate teenager and tugging on the other's hair to pull him closer.

"I'm sorry," Gerard sobbed against his lips. "But I really need to... fuck, I need you to do something for me."

"What is it, baby?" Frank asked, his hands creeping down to rest just above Gerard's ass, rubbing the skin.

Gerard shivered, because it felt so much better than when Jonathan did it.

And then he spoke up.

"Fuck me Frankie."

Frank made a strange sound and pulled away from the kiss, staring into Gerard's eyes seriously.

"A-are you sure? I didn't think you'd be comfortable with bottomi-"

"I don't care. I need you to fuck me. Now. Please Frank," Gerard whined, almost like a little kid asking for a new toy.

The younger considered it for a few seconds. He tried to see, beyond the tears and the lust, if there were any doubts in the other's eyes.

Gerard couldn't be a virgin, he knew. They talked about it a while ago. They both topped and bottomed (although Gerard never agreed to tell him how many people he bottomed for), but the man obviously preferred topping. A lot.

Eventually he decided that Gerard was certain enough, even pleading... and Frank wouldn't mind taking control for once. It was rare for him to see Gerard in this state, not to mention, begging to be fucked.

Frank knew he couldn't deny him that. He could ask questions later. Right now, Gerard needed him, in a way he never had before.

So he leaned back into the kiss, trying to make it slow to keep Gerard relaxed, but the older man was too deep in the need to get the fucking contact, and forced his tongue back between the other's lips, fucking his mouth with the wet muscle and sucking on his lower lip in a teasing manner.

The younger made a low growl, right after Gerard caught his lip in his teeth and tugged gently, smirking only so slightly and feeling accomplished. Yet he gasped quietly at the noise, getting more excited than he'd been so far, and let out a moan when the younger grabbed his ass through his jeans and forced him to rub against his crotch.

"Mmh, oh, Frank," Gerard whined needily, once again thrusting forward.

"Fuck Gee," the younger groaned, and wrapped his hands around Gerard protectively as he shifted slightly so he could lay down with the elder underneath him.

The vampire moaned in approval, his toes curling in the sheets as Frank pushed his legs apart and leaned between them to kiss Gerard again.

Slowly, he removed their clothing items, wanting Gerard to feel like he was being taken care of. He knew how to be a good top, he was going to help Gerard.

Somehow they were both naked in about four minutes. They were also kissing heavily, running their tongues together dirtily, Gerard moaning below Frank as the younger held his hips and brought their fully hard erections together in a painfully slow rhythm.

"Shit. Wait a second." Gerard pulled away with a pop. Frank looked at him curiously, and as an answer to the silent question, Gerard crawled from under him and went over to face the headboard, on his hands and knees, his ass on display for Frank as his legs were spread in invitation, and he looked back at the blushing man behind him. "I like it better that way," he panted.

Frank shook his head, forcing himself to stop staring at Gerard's ass and finally started moving.

He kneeled behind him, rubbing his hands over his whole body, causing the elder to shiver and moan shakily.

"P-please, just... just do something," he groaned as his head tipped backwards, and he bucked his ass in chase for contact.

Frank groaned at the sight of Gerard being all desperate and horny, the older's legs shaking and his heavy cock twitching a little as he simply wanted to have something inside him.

"Do you need prepping, baby?" Frank asked softly, reaching for the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube.

"N-no, I'm good. Fuck me!" He cried, still trying to push his ass backwards.

Frank stilled him with a hand on his hip, and popped the lid open with the other.

"Okay baby," he murmured and pressed a kiss to Gerard's lower back, feeling him shiver.

He then put his fingers under the rim, squeezing and waiting for the clear gel to come out so he could get himself ready. But... nothing came out.

He tried a few more times, all along listening to his partner's breathy whines and pleas.

"God, what is taking so long?" He groaned. Frank knew Gerard didn't mean to be rude or anything, he was just hard and impatient. He could understand.

And if the damn thing would only let him prep himself, he could comply with his boyfriend's wishes.

"I'm fucking trying, but... I think you ran out of lube, baby," he said in sort of an annoyed groan, because he was just as hard and leaking as the other man.

Gerard's head snapped up suddenly and he looked at Frank wide-eyes.

"Really?" Then his cheeks burnt pink. "Well... I guess I did have a bit too much sex. I'm gonna buy some more tomorrow. But, um... what are we going to do until then?" He asked, kind of nervously.

It's not that he was too worried about it. Jonathan had went in dry many times in the past. Yet, seeing how Frank was way bigger than the other man, he wasn't sure how well it would go this time...

"I have an idea," Frank spoke up, cutting off his thoughts. Gerard looked up at him pleadingly. "I just need you to relax," the younger added.

The older man nodded, turning his face to look forward again, resting his forehead against the headboard, and he heard Frank take a small breath.

Gerard closed his eyes, waiting to find out what Frank had planned, until he suddenly felt the other's hands rubbing his ass, squeezing and playing with his ass cheeks, making him moan quietly, and he almost felt soothed...

Then the younger spread his cheeks, and something smooth was running along his entrance.

The vampire tensed up sharply and released a surprised yet pleasured noise. He knew exactly what it was. He knew exactly what Frank was doing to him right now, and he could barely remember the last time someone had done this for him.

But dear god, he missed it. The feeling of the younger's tongue lapping at his hole, teasing and pressing against his sweet spots, left him shaking and whimpering and pushing into the amazing sensation.

Jonathan had done it. Many times. And Gerard was almost certain that he was the only person who ever ate him out.

Well... now he had Frank. And Frank was fucking incredible at that. When he pressed his tongue harder, pushing between the tight ring of muscles, the elder cried out and grabbed the bed sheets hard, his fingers digging into the mattress as he bit down on his lip.

This is definitely what he needed. Being filled again. Getting pleasure without making any effort. He only just now remembered how good it felt, to give up control. He remembered how it would always feel with Jonathan, why he loved him so much.

Jonathan allowed him to relax. He took control so naturally, more than Gerard ever did.

Gerard was a top, but Jonathan had him under his spell, no matter where they stood.

It was a curse. A curse he couldn't get rid of... but maybe, if Frank topped for him now, his brain will replace the memories of Jonathan with memories of his current boyfriend filling him up.

Encouraged by those new hopes, Gerard let out another deep moan, as Frank fucked him slowly with his tongue. The younger man seemed to be enjoying this just as much, panting out compliments every time he pulled away for air. He kept saying how good the older tasted, how he couldn't wait to get his cock in his tight perfectness, and Gerard all but cried out at his dirty words.

"Please do it. Please fuck me already," he breathed.

Frank carefully dragged his tongue out of Gerard's ass. The elder whimpered.

He positioned himself behind the vampire, lining up with his entrance and holding Gerard's hips with his strong hands.

"Ready baby?-"

"DO IT!" Gerard nearly screamed, interrupting the question, as he grinded himself onto Frank's cock.

The younger, startled by the sudden command, placed the head of his member at Gerard's entrance and began pushing in.

A loud slutty moan then filled the room. The vampire felt like he could cum just by the other man pushing into him. Frank wasn't even all the way in, and it already sent electric shocks through his entire body.

Well, he was right about one thing. Frank was a lot bigger than Jonathan. It never hurt that much when Jonathan pushed in, regardless of the fact they had sex every day, meaning Gerard was almost always stretched enough.

Frank's dick was fucking huge, and Gerard had to suppress the small whines of pain so the younger wouldn't stop. The last thing he needed was for Frank to freak out and go careful with him. The elder wanted to be fucked hard and rough, the way he always loved it. He wanted to be ravished and destroyed, wanted to get pounded.

Once the younger bottomed out, groaning at the tightness of Gerard's body, he looked up at his face.

The older man looked right back at him, his pupils so wide, he barely had any color left in his orbs.

The words he said next almost caused Frank to cum on the spot.

"Fuck me Frankie, fuck me so hard. Ruin me," he whined.

And really, how could Frank say no to that?

He didn't care about being gentle anymore. Gerard obviously wanted him to go fast and Frank was rock hard already. He needed to fuck Gerard now.

So, without a warning, he pulled out half way and thrust in powerfully, immediately finding Gerard's prostate.

"HOLY SHIT!" The older screamed, his whole body shaking violently, and he grabbed the sheets harder.

"Fuck..." Frank groaned and did it again, and again, setting an unforgiving pace, the bed creaking underneath them as they groaned and shook.

But Gerard couldn't hear it. He couldn't hear anything but the sound of his own moans...

And the sound of something else.

He couldn't quite place what it was. He realized, at some point, that it must've been more moans.

But those weren't Frank's moans like he would've expected to hear. They came from someone else's throat.

He didn't look around to check though. He was too lost right now in the overwhelming sensation that overtook his body.

Yet the strange sound didn't leave his mind.

His mind... Wait, was he imagining this? Was he hearing another person, who wasn't even there, moaning out his name?

Oh god. Now he knew who it was. Who else could he be thinking about while getting fucked harshly on his bed? Who else did he ever bottom for?

He whined as he tried to push Jonathan as far away from his thoughts, at lease for now. He'd had enough of the man for one night, and even though the memory was clear in his head like a glass window, he wanted those sounds to go away, the sounds of the other man making lust filled noises as he rammed into Gerard's prostate at a blinding pace.

He needed to think about Frank. After all, this was why he offered to bottom in the first place. He wanted to get away, to forget, to relax.

So he forced himself to relax, instead thinking about things that Frank did and Jonathan didn't...

He had more in common with Frank. Jonathan had always had a pretty basic interest in music, while Frank could breathe that thing and listen to albums with Gerard all day long. Also Frank was the first boyfriend (out of two) that had actually wanted to bottom for him.

And Frank was bigger. Which only made Gerard feel a lot more pleasure. Once the pain of the first few seconds has subsided, every nerve in his body swam in pleasure, and all he wanted was to get more of that feeling.

But still, there was something about Jonathan. Something about the way he fucked Gerard, that just couldn't be replaced. The way he knew exactly where to touch and exactly what to say. He knew which angle Gerard loved the most and on which spots to press more to get the older to moan.

He knew this was his first time bottoming for Frank, and there was no way he could've learned all those things about the other's body so quickly.

But honestly... he didn't know if anyone could compare to Jonathan when he topped.

Jesus, Gerard knew by this point that he needed to shut his mind up. He was having sex with Frank, for god's sake. He couldn't be having memories about his ex-boyfriend while getting pounded into by another person.

And he cared for Frank. He didn't want to have dirty thoughts about his old lover when he had such an amazing person, right there, with all his perfections and beauty.

Yet, this was a debate Gerard couldn't ignore or deny. That neverending comparison between the two people that made him feel so goddamn good.

He was going to have to choose. He didn't want to, but if he ever expected this shit to end he was going to have to tell himself exactly what he wanted.

He was tired of being the uncertain Gerard he'd been for so many days, weeks, months, years. That's it. He needed a change.

And that change begins now.

But how could he make that choice? His mind was so blurry and foggy, everything was flooded with sensations and noises, white sounds that filled his ears, the slight trembles of his body, as the small bundle of nerves rocked his body as it was being hit rapidly by the other person.

His orgasm was coming. It was tight in his stomach and it shook him to the core completely.

He needed to choose, now. Frank or Jonathan. There was no in-between.

One of them was better, one of them was stronger, and one of them would be able to control Gerard forever, always have his full submission.

Which one of them was it?

He got his answer soon enough, right as the last thrust was made and he came, hard, sobbing and falling apart, as he threw his head back and screamed out the other man's name from the top of his fucking lungs.

"JONATHAN!"

Notes

I can't, I love this chapter, I love Jonathan, you'll see.

Thanks for reading xoxo<3