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Fortuitous Casualty

Expeditious Deterioration

“Do not drink that,” I sputter at Mikey, my laughter leaking through my words. He wiggles his eyebrows and pours the shot of vodka, quickly downing it before i can stop him.
“Mikey! Were about to go into another store.” I groan, sitting drunkenly back on the leather seat of the hummer.
“We went into the last four wasted,” He laughs, pouring another shot. He hands this one to me, silently telling me to drink it.
“Fuck you, I’ve been in a coma, I can’t pound alcohol like you do.” I say, but take the shot anyway. I down it and he makes a sound of approval before responding.
“This is not pounding it. I’m going easy.” He retorts, setting down the bottle of vodka.
“Uh, really? Because I’m so fucking drunk I could literally walk onto a highway and not even realize a car is about to hit me.” I say, my words slurred. It was true. I could barely register the numbness in my teeth from the alcohol, let alone anything outside my body.
“Were here,” The butler says, whose name I learned is Max. We talked a lot actually, due to my drunk talkativeness. He was 26, fresh out of law school. This was how he was paying for his house, along with interning for a hospital.
“Thanks so much Max! You wanna come in? Or you can go do whatever you wanna and we can text you when were done,” I offer, struggling to open my door. I’ve learned I sound like a gushing school girl when I’m wasted.
“That's okay Frank, I’ll just sit here and study. Got interning tests at the hospital soon.” He responds, smiling kindly at me. His dark red hair glimmers like the cherry of a cig in the sun.
“Okay, be back in a half hour, thanks Max!” I say before closing the door. Me and Mikey join sides at the front of the car, struggling to walk normally into the store.
“He’s cute,” Mikey says, looking back at the black hummer. I see him smirk and wave before turning back around.
“Your straight.” I laugh, shaking my head.
“Am not,” He responds as we step into the curb, before opening the door and going inside. Ah. Spencers. My favorite store.
“Since when?” I ask as we make way for the back, where the band t-shirts are.
“Since freaking always. Remember Ray from high school?” He asks, making me nod. “Yeah, lost my v-card to that kid.”
“What?” I gasp, faking offense. “And you never told me?”
“Took me long enough to tell Gee. I used to tell him everything back then, but it took me months to tell him that. I guess I was scared to be bisexual, y’know? And back then, even Gerard couldn’t admit he was in love with you.” Mikey shrugs and looks apologetically at me.
“It’s all good man, I’m kidding. I get it. Stuff was really messed up back then, I don’t blame you for being scared.” I say as I pick up a t-shirt, making a quick decision to buy it.
“Were messed up?” He asks carefully, his voice light.
“Well, yeah. Stuff isn't messed up now.” I shrug, picking up checkered red and black jeans.
“Not yet,” He responds, browsing through shelves.
“Oh, get real. Stuff was messed up back then because of our parents, now it's up to us if shit is messed up.”
“Yeah, your right.” He pauses, biting the inside of his lip before looking at me like I was a glass vase about to be pushed from a table. “Speaking of parents, have you talked to your dad?” The words leave his mouth casually, but I don't take it casually. I didn't like my father, and for more reasons than he was too much of a pussy to take care of me while I was in a coma.
“No. Not since before the accident. And I’d really like to keep it like that.” I say, making my voice closed off so he knew this conversation was over.
We pick out studded belts and a couple piercings for our noses, and I get gages to stretch my ears.
After that, it's about one in the afternoon. Gerard should be home soon, so i ask Max to go straight home. Mikey groans, but I just want Gerard.
It was weird, the way I’d begun to feel about Gerard. Sometimes I didn’t want to be around him, didn’t want him to touch me, i just wanted to be alone. Sometimes though, I feel like there's a life cord in my chest and the weight of being away from him threatens to make it snap. Sometimes I think it's unhealthy, the way I crave him.
When we get home, we grab all the bags of stuff we’d bought and head inside, with Max’s help. Gerard’s car is in the driveway, so he’s already home.
We put all the stuff on the kitchen table, and I go upstairs in search of Gerard.
I find him in our bed room, changing out of his suit. I stare for a minute, taking in his beauty. His red hair falls in front of his face as he unbuttons his shirt, and I’m instantly overcome with love. I walk up behind him, carefully removing his hands from his shirt, and continue unbuttoning the buttons myself. I reach up to kiss the back of his neck, sliding the shirt off his soldiers.
“Frankie,” He whispers lovingly, turning around. We stare each other in the eyes a moment, taking each other in, before my lips collide with his.
“I love you so much,” I break away, holding his hips. He frowns and steps back, looking at me.
“Your drunk,” He observes, tilting his head.
“What's your point? Come kiss me,” I whine, reaching for his hand. He yanks his hand away, and I’m surprised at how hurt I am at the action. “Baby?”
“Frank, why are you drunk right now? It's like, one in the afternoon.” He questions, taking off his suit pants.
“Me and Mikey are celebrating, okay? I won't drink during the day if you don't like it.” I say, watching as he puts on a pair of blue basketball shorts and a black t-shirt.“No, no, its fine, just as long as it's not an issue.” He shrugs, before coming back over to kiss me again. I smile as we break away, feeling content.
“I love you too, by the way.” He says, smiling at me before kissing my head and exiting the room.
“Come back here,” I whine at him, loud enough so he can hear it down the hall.
“Come over here.” He yells back. I can hear the smugness in his voice. I grin and walk out of the room, coming up behind him and grabbing his waste. I pull him into him, wrapping one arm around his waist and the other around his chest.
“Marry me.” I nuzzle my head into his back, his body still.
“Shut up, your drunk.” he sighs, shaking his head.
“Then I’ll ask you again when I’m sober.” I respond seriously.
“No you won't.” He sighs, sounding deflated.
“Yes I will.” I say forcefully, planting a kiss on his shoulder. He turns around and slips his arms around my neck, burying his face in my shoulder despite our height differences. I trail my hands down to his hips, rocking us back and forth gently.
“I love you so much.” I say softly, our bodies completely pressed together.
“I love you even more.” He whispers back, running a hand through the back of my hair. We stand there a moment, our bodies so close it begins to turn me on. I kiss his neck, sucking gently at the pale skin.
“I want you. Right now. Please.” I say desperately, gripping his hips. He gorans, aroused, and presses my body even closer to his, desperate for contact. All in one motion, he pulls away and literally sweeps me off my feet. I laugh surprisedly, grinning up at him as he carries me bridal style to our room. He puts me down once we reach our bed, and we both hurriedly yank our clothes off, unable to keep our eyes off each other. Once were undressed, he grabs my by my thighs and lifts me onto the bed, our mouths crashing together.
“God, I love you.” He says, his mouth so close to mine I keep feel his breath on my lip.
“Doesn’t count during sex.” I grin, kissing his neck.
“You just tried to propose to me, it counts.” He says with humor in his voice.
“Can you make it count with your mouth?” I whisper into his ear seductively, sliding my hands down his back slowly. I watch as he slowly plants kisses down my chest, and then my stomach, and then I watch his head disappear under the covers.
**
**
“Baby,” I say lowly, kissing his chest gently.
“Hmm my love?” He responds, his arm lazy wrapped around me.
“Mm, I don’t know. I just like calling you baby.” I shrug, smiling up at him. I kiss his chest again, making him smile lovingly at me.
“Your such a dork.” He grins, brushing his hand against my cheek.
“We should probably check on Mikey. By now I'm worried he’s drank himself into a coma.” I sigh, sitting up. “Oh fuck, he invited me out tonight. To go meet his friends. Do you wanna come?” I ask, slipping out of the bed. He sits up to, stretching lazily. I slip boxers on and decide not to dress in anything else, mostly because the new clothes we’d bought were still downstairs.
“Where at?” He asks, standing up from the bed.
“A bar.”
“I better not tonight, tomorrow we’re having a big operation at the hospital that requires we bring in three different surgeons from three different states, so I have to be in early.” He responds, grabbing sweats from his dresser.“Okay baby. Good luck with your operation tomorrow my love.” I say, crossing the room to kiss his cheek.
“Thank you honey,” He smiles, quickly caressing my cheek.
“Of course. I’m gonna go get ready, I’ll say bye before I leave.”
“You better,” He says, gently slapping my ass as I turn to exit the room. I glance back and him and blow a kiss, before going downstairs.
“Mikey!” I call out, my voice echoing into the kitchen.
“Frankenstein!” He calls back, his voice coming from a safe distance away. I walk through the kitchen and to the back door, finding him sitting by the back doors with a cigarette in hand, and a new bottle of rum.
“It’s almost four, we gotta get ready.”
“Ah, you may just have to carry me. Not sure I can walk.” He slurs, making me sigh. What a great idea it was to day drink.

***

When we show up to the bar, I’m not sure if Mikey is half drunk, or composing himself really well. In the uber he seemed sober, save for the slight slurring, but maybe I wasn’t the best judge, being not completely sober myself.
When we get inside, Mikey makes a beeline for the bar, ordering us a couple vodka shots each. He smiles at me and sits, patting the seat next to him.
“They should be here soon. I actually think that's Rocky coming towards us.” He says, jerking his head toward the door. The bartender comes back with our shots and I quickly down two of them, before lifting my head.
Her long, lavender purple hair catches me off guard- the low lights make it shiny and greyish, mesmerising, but that could be the vodka. A tattoo rests just below her eye, a shamrock. Rocky made a little more sense, probably a nickname. Her neck is tattooed in vines and roses, as is her arms.
“Rocky, this is Frank, Frank Rocky. This is my brothers boyfriend.” Mikey says, smiling as he introduces us.
“Nice to meet you, Mikey told me so much about you. Great to put a face to all those interesting stories.” She grins and shakes my hand, flashing her white teeth.
“It's nice to meet you too, I wish I could say the same. Mikey hasn’t told me much about you guys.” I smile back at her, her green eyes kindly looking into mine.
“Haven’t had the time really. I told her about you as soon as I got my memory back, we’ve pretty much just been getting wasted, so I haven’t had the chance.” He reasons, before taking a shot.
“You want a drink? We could order another round.” I ask Rocky, making her shake her head.
“Oh no, I’m designated driver, thank you though. Gotta make sure you guys and the rest of us get home safe.
“Oh, I can just call us all an uber, really, you don’t have to do that.” I shake my head, smiling thankfully at her.
“No! I insist, really, and I don’t trust uber with drunk people, y’know? They could take advantage of you for your money, or worse.”
“Suit yourself, but if you change your mind and you want that round, lemme know.” I tell her as she sits in between mine and Mikey’s seat.
“Thanks Frank, will do.” She grins at me and I instantly know we’ll be friends. This was the kind’ve girl closeted Frank would’ve dated. Mikey orders another round of shots, six this time, and a round of beers.
“Hey guys!” a girl with black, rockish hair approaches us, two guys in two. She’s dressed in a tight, tight red dress with a leather jacket and black pumps. Her legs are filled with little tattoo’s, fairies, dragons, mushrooms. Another girl closeted Frank would have dated.
“You must be Frank! Mikey didn’t tell me you were this cute,” She grins, shaking my hand. I laugh, smiling back.
“Thank you, it's nice to meet you,” I tell her, friendly flashing my teeth.
“Gina, calm yourself, he’s got a boyfriend.” Mikey says, taking a shot.
“Aw, fuck. Why are all the cute ones gay?” She questions, making me laugh.
“If it makes you feel better, closeted me would’ve had no problem marrying you. But I make a great friend.” I reassure her, making her smile. “Oh sorry, that was so rude of me not to introduce the guys! This is Marlo,” She says, pointing to a guy with a long, spiky mohawk behind her. He has rich, dark skin, and a friendly smile.
“Nice to meet you.” Marlo smiles, shaking my hand.
“And this is Kaleb, we all call him Trip though.” Kaleb shakes my head, smiling.
“Trip? Can I ask why?” I ask, making them all smile and look at each other.
“Cuz he’s always tripping on drugs.” They say together, voices in sink. Then, Mikey passes everyone each a beer and a shot.
“Cheers,” Mikey says. We all follow, and quickly down our shots. I use my beer as a chaser, taking a couple big gulps, and then just sipping on it. I turn around, catching the bartender's attention.
“I’m sorry, can we get three-no, four rounds of fireball? Thanks.” I say as he nods, starting to pour shots.
“Are you trying to send me to the hospital tonight?” Mikey laughs.
“No, I'm trying to send me to the hospital tonight.” I say, before picking up a vodka shot, downing it, picking up a fireball shot, downing it, before picking one last one up, and downing it.
“Come dance with me, someone!” I say before chugging my beer and beginning to walk to the dance floor. Rocky grabs my hand and follows. A rock band is playing, so for the first couple minute we just head bang, but then they turn the speakers on and more calm music starts playing, so we calm down our moments and dance closer together, avoiding the couple that are grinding on each other.
“So, Rocky? Is that your real name?” I ask over the music, making her nod.
“Yeah, my parents were big on the Rocky horror picture movie. And they were in a rock band. That's why I got the shamrock tattooed.” She explains as she dances to the music, her long, straight lavender hair swishing around.
“Oh, makes sense. I assumed it was a nickname because of the tattoo.” I respond, nodding my head a little. “Well, I like it. I wish I had been named something cool, y’know? Frank is a friggin hot dog.” She laughs at that, not a chuckle, a full blown laugh. I smile as she covers her mouth.
“So you’ve got jokes and charm? Your boyfriends either lucky or just as impressive.” She smiles, before dropping her face. “I’m a lesbian just so you know. Not trying to hit on you or anything.”
“Oh, because the worst thing in the world is an attractive girl hitting on me.” I laugh, and she smiles an easy going smile and we continue to dance.
“I’m going to go get a shot, I’ll be right back, okay?” I tell Rocky over the music, making her nod. I weave my way through the crowd before finally making it to our spot at the bar. Trip has seemed to have evacuated the area, whether it was because Mikey and Marlo were making out or something else, I’m not sure. I awkwardly reach an arm around Mikey, reaching for a fireball shot, but he must’ve felt my arm, because they break away and turn to look at me.
“Sorry, I was-”
“Don’t be sorry,” Mikey purs, and I immediately know he’s hammered. “C’mere.” He slurs, reaching for my belt loops.
“Your drunk,” I sigh, shaking my head.
“And your hot. Come join us.” He stares me in the eye suggestively, and the drunk side of me must have the better of me, because it sounds hot.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Your brother.” I notice then how close he’s standing to me, how hot his breath is, how tight his shirt is.
“You want to.” He whispers, putting his face close to my neck.
“Stop it, your seriously drunk Mikey.” I shake my head and step away, downing the shot. I make my way back to where me and Rocky were, stumbling from drunkenness. I look around for her, and watch as a guy who was at least 6 foot, come up to her. He whispers something in her ear and she shakes her head, trying to move away. He grabs onto her waist, and she tries to tear his hands away, and that's all I need before my intoxicated reasoning kicks in, and I rush over there. In the few seconds that I cross the floor, I wonder what I’m going to say, but when I reach them I decide, what the fuck could I say?
So I punch him the face. Hard. I watch as he sprawls on the floor, holding his nose.
“You broke it!” He yells, blood gushing from his face. “What the fuck?”
“Don’t fucking touch women who don't want to be touched.” I spit at him, looking at him with disgust. I don’t even realise that the entire dance floor has stopped to look at us, and Mikey, Marlo, Trip, and Gina are rushing toward us. The guy gets up off the floor, fists raises, and I realise he’s looking for a fight. And again, my intoxicated reasoning kicks in, and I swung at him. My first collides with his face again, but this time I practically have to jump to hit him. He hits me back with unsurprising force, but I manage to stay on my feet, before aiming for his jaw this time. He swings, and I dodge, and he swings once more, hitting my nose, and then my forehead, and when I look back up, Marlo punches the guy across the face, sending him on the floor. His eyes are closed- he was probably knocked the fuck out.
“Holy shit Frank, you just fucking punched a guy twice your size.” Mikey says, laying a hand on my shoulder.
“He was touching Rocky.” I mumble, shrugging. Marlo and the rest of our friends crowd me, patting me on the back or praising me because of how big the guy was.
“Thanks Marlo, if you hadn’t stepped in right there I’d probably be fucking dead.” I tell him, smiling a little.
“Yeah, no problem. I think you had him though.” Marlo responds, smiling back at me.
“So why punch him in the face?” I ask, laughing.
“If the fight had gone on any longer security probably would’ve been called,” Gina explains, pointing to buff ass guys by the back door. I look at Rocky, trying to find any trace of anger in her face over what I did, she just smiles thankfully at me and pats my shoulder.
“You should go clean your face, or Gee might freak out when we get home.” Mikey says, pointing me to the bathroom. “You want some help?”
“Yeah, actually, thank you.” I say, following him as he starts to walk towards the restrooms. He opens the door for me and pats and sink, telling me to sit. I do, and he wets down paper towels, before bringing them to my face. I stare at him as he wipes my face down, my lip which is apparently bleeding, and my nose. I didn’t feel it until he started cleaning them, but they actually fucking hurt.
“Why are you staring?” He asks quietly as he wipes blood away from my nose.
“Sorry,” I mumble, looking away from his face.
“Its okay.” He says, using his hand to lift my chin, so that my eyes meet his again. He just stares into my eyes- doesn't say anything- before continuing to clean my face. When he finishes he just stands in front of the sink, leaving me to awkwardly slide off of it, and land standing too close to him. My face barely meets his chest, so the way he looks down on me feels intimidating.
“Lets go,” He whispers, slowly turning around. I nod, following.

****
After we’ve all taken at least twelve shots, save for Rocky, and fucked around on the dance floor a little, Rocky tells us it's time to go.
“How are we all gonna fit in the car?” I slur, barely able to talk. I stumble along the sidewalk as we look for Rocky's car, having a very hard time not to fall over.
“We’ll have someone sit in a lap or two.” Gina shrugs, her pumps clacking against the concrete.
“I wanna go home,” Mikey slurs, his moments so off balance he stumbles two steps in the other direction.
“We’re going home.” Rocky says, running after him to steady him. She latches onto him, walking him the rest of the way to the car.
“I wanna go home.” He says again, looking back at me.
“We’re going home.” I nod reassuringly.
“No. I wanna go home. Before I forgot everything.” I realise he’s talking about his old house, the one his parents lived in before the crash. Mr. and Mrs. Way were dead now- and I vaguely wonder what that's like- to have dead parents you don’t remember, and then remember them. It's like mourning them twice.
“I wanna go home too.” I agree, nodding. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” He asks, squinting at me.
“Because.” I shrug. “I’m just sorry.”
“You guys are not good drunks.” Gina says, shaking her head a little.
“I’m always good, the fuck? I’m fantastic.” I shake my head back at her, and successfully manage to fall over. Marlo comes to pick me up, and supports me by wrapping an arm around my back.
“Thanks,” I slur, yawning.
“No problem.” He responds. We finally make it to Rocky's car, a blue subaru, and we start to pile in. Mikey, Gina, and Marlo get in first, Trip gets in the front, and I’m left to pick whose lap I wanna sit on. I chose Mikey's, out of comfortableness, and climb into his lap with badly controlled movements.
“Mikey, Frank, gimme your address.” Rocky says, clicking on her gps system on her car screen. I shut my eyes and lean my head against Mikey’s shoulder, letting myself drift. He puts one arm on my hip, but drunk me barely registers this, and doesn't care enough to ask why.
When we get to the house, its two in the morning. Rocky yawns as she pulls up, but instantly wakes up from the view of the house. She doesn't say anything, but I know she’s in awe. I was my first time too.
“Stay the night.” I say to her, making her look back at me.
“Still gotta take these guys home too.” She says, shaking her head.
“They can all stay.” I say, and Mikey nods along, his head brushing my hair.
“Are you sure?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes. Please stay.” I respond.
“No one works tomorrow anyway.” Mikey says, shrugging.
“Okay.” She nods, before parking the car and taking the key out of the ignition. Everyone else is asleep, so Rocky and Mikey wake them up while I unlock the door. I go inside, looking for something to eat to lesson my drunkness, so I didn’t wake up still fucked up. I give up after realising I was already sobering up, and go to the living room. Mikey’s carrying Gina in, with Marlo, Trip, and Rocky in tow. I grab blankets from the cabinet, putting one over Gina where Mikey sets her on the couch. I offer one to Marlo, but he declines on the account of that he’s going to sleep with Mikey. Trip takes the otherside of the couch, so I give him a blanket and lead Rocky upstairs to the guest room.
“Thanks for letting us stay.” She says as I flick the bedroom light on, exposing the room.
“Yeah, of course. Thanks for driving us home and putting up with our drunk asses. I’ll be designated driver next time, ‘kay?” I say, smiling at her as she crosses the room to the bed.
“Deal,” She smiles.
“Okay, sleep good, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Goodnight,” She says before I shut the door. I walk down the long hallway to our bedroom, not bothering to turn on the light. I strip myself of clothes, before climbing into bed.
“Honey?” I hear Gerard sleepily whisper.
“Right here baby.” I say, sliding over to him and wrapping my arms around him.
“Mmm, did you have fun?” He asks, raising my hand to his lips to kiss it.
“Mhm. Is it okay if a couple people stay here?” I ask, feeling guilty for not having asked him first.
“‘Course baby.” He says sleepily, and I can tell he’s going to fall asleep again. I kiss his shoulder, thankful for the beautiful man in my arms.
“I love you,” I say, making him look up at me.
“What the fuck happened to your face?” He yells loudly, shocked. He reaches and turns his lamp on, before inspecting my nose and lip. He looks at my forehead too, and I touch a hand to it, unsure what he’s looking at. There’s a small, but deep cut above my eyebrow, something that would probably scar.
“What the fuck?” He asks again, throwing his hands up.
“I was- it was- I had to-”
“Oh, Gerard, stop freaking out.” Mikey says from the doorway, shirtless with black sweats that hung off his waist. “Some guy was touching our friend, Frank set him straight. Seriously, Frank, how are you gonna punch a guy twice your size in the face but not be able to be brave enough to tell your boyfriend about it?”
“Don’t attack me,” I pout, making him shrug.
“Whatever, night guys. Be nice to him Gerard, he’s still drunk and therefore probably emotional.” Mikey warns Gee, before closing the door.
“I’m actually not that drunk now, just so you know.” I say honestly, shrugging.
“He was twice your size?’ Gerard asks, making me turn toward him.
“Yes…?” I say slowly, unsure of what reaction I’d be getting. He flings his body into mine, and my first reaction is to push him off, and then he starts to kiss me, wildly.
“That's so fucking hot.” He breathes as he pulls away, looking hungrily at me.

Smut warning- i'll summarize anything important

“Daddy,” I whimper, using my hands to tug on his belt loops gently.
“Such an eager slut, aren’t you? My fucking dirty perfect slut.” He practucally moans, using one hand to grab my dick through my boxer.
“Mmm, yes daddy, I’m your little fucking slut. Can I please suck your huge fucking cock daddy? Please?” I beg, looking him seductively in the eyes. He growls and yanks me off the bed, placing me on the floor next to our bed.
“Fucking unzip my pants and suck my cock, bitch.” He demands placing one hand at the back of my head, ready to guide me. I hurriedly unzip his pants and take his cock out, immediately placing my lips on his head. He gently begins to fuck my mouth, and in response I open up my throat, ready to take his entire nine inch cock in as much as I can. I begin to stroke my own cock, watching Gerard’s face. He’s watching me in a trance, so turned on he seemed to be fucking my throat subconsciously. I push his cock further into my mouth, making his begin to fuck my throat more roughly.
“My fucking perfect Frankie, such a nice fucking throat. It was made for my cock baby,” He purrs, running his hands through my hair as he throat fucks me. Suddenly he pulls me off his cock, his hand weaved in my hair.
“Look at me baby,” He demands, his eyes lustful. Spit runs down my chin, and I look wide eyed and innocently at him. He growls and begins to fuck my throat again. I’m shocked when he starts to fuck my throat super roughly, and then swings my body around, pinning my head on the side of the bed, his legs trapping me. My head hits the bed hard, but I don’t say so.
“My fucking beautiful slut.” He moans, fucking my mouth harder. My head starts to hurt from the collusion of him swinging me around, but I can tell he’s is close. I begin to hum around his cock, knowing it made him cum faster. I swallow all his cum as it shoots down my throat, leaving me tired.
“C’mere baby,” Gerard says lazily, still coming down from his orgasim. He sets me gently on the bed, kissing my head as he lies me down next to him.
“Are you okay baby?” He asks, rubbing my head,
“Yeah, honey, I’m okay.” I say, nuzzling into his neck.
“I know that was a little hard, I’m sorry baby. Let me take care of you, okay my love?” He says gently, moving down to suck my cock. I close my eyes as he bobs his head, taking me deep in his throat.
“I love you daddy, thank you for making me feel so good.” I moan, bucking my hips up a little. He hums around my cock, making me moan loud for him.
“Can I come down your throat daddy?” I beg, gasping as he pulls off.
“Yes baby, I love it when you cum in my throat baby. I love the way your thick fucking nice cock twitches in my mouth, i love the face you make, I love seeing you desperate to come, my dirty bitch.” He says, jacking my cock off. I moan, loud.
“Put your mouth on my cock baby,” I utter out. He does just in time, and I spill my hot cum into his mouth. He sucks down every drip, licking my cock clean.
“I really am sorry about your head baby,” He says, straddling my lap. Our dicks press together, and I find myself wanting to rub our dicks together, and passion fuck. Gerard never wants to passion fuck. Gerard likes aggressive, rough sex.

Smut warning over

“Can I talk to you?” I ask, making him smile at me.
“Course baby.”
“I don’t want you to freak out. I just wanted to discuss something...sensitive. You like really rough sex, and that's fine. Sometimes I like it too. But you like it all the time. Sometimes I want passionate sex, or slow sex, y’know?” I say, being gentle with my words. He slides off my lap, looking at me.
“I understand.” He nods, pulling a blanket over our waists. “But I...can only do rough sex. Sorry, I don’t know why, but that's the only way I can cum or even get aroused really.” He explains, shrugging a little.
“Okay...so...can I ask you something?”
“Of course sweetie.” He smiles.
“Can we have a sexual agreement? You can fuck people who like it rough, as long as it's strictly sex, and I can fuck people who want passionate sex?” I ask, looking him desperately in the eyes, He just looks at me a minute, before speaking.
“But we still have sex, right?”
“Of course, duh, Gee.” I respond instantly. He looks carefully at me and nods a little, warped by thought.
“Can I think about this?” He asks me, making me nod.
“Of course honey.” I say, sitting up to kiss him. He smiles and meets my lips, one hand coming up to my face.
“You must be tired, baby. Sorry I kept you up.” He shuckles, lying down next to me.
‘“Don’t be sorry. Do I seem disappointed?” I muse, lying my head on his chest. He reaches to turn off the lamp, and pulls the blankets up over us.
“Good night honey, sleep good.” I say into his chest, kissing it gently.
“Good night baby.”


***

“Frankie,” I hear a whisper and open my eyes into the dark, squinting.
“Honey?” I say, feeling the bed for him.
“I’m right here baby,” He says, his voice coming from the side of the bed. “I thought about it, and I think the sexual agreement is a good idea, especially after I hurt your head yesterday.”
“Okay… should we talk about how were going to do this?” I ask, my eyes adjusting to him in the dark. He was all ready for work, ready to leave.
“Uh? Honestly, I think we should just tell the other one after we do it. Not who or any of that, just, y’know when it happens” He says, shrugging.
“Okay honey. Are you going to work right now?” I ask, reaching for him from the bed. He stands in between my legs, and I wrap my arms around him, lying my head on his shoulder.
“Yes my love. Get some sleep, its early. I’ll be home at four today, we can all do something together, yeah?”
“Okay. I love you, have a good day.”
“I love you too.” He says, kissing my head before pulling away. I lie back down and listen to his footsteps as he leaves, letting myself drift off.
When I wake again, the sun streams through our glass wall, blinding me. The clock say 9:37, so I assume everyone was either still asleep or to hung over to get up.
I wrap a blanket around myself and go to Mikey’s room, hoping he’s up. When I open the door, I’m greeted with the sight of Mikey lying down, a sheet wrapped around his naked waist. Marlo’s naked too, leaning against the window with a cigarette in hand. Gina and Trip sit on the floor, cigs in hand too. Rocky’s nowhere to be seen- assumably still asleep.
“Good morning! Our little fighter. Gosh, we’ve finally completed our group.” Gina says, smiling warmly.
“What do you mean?” I question, coming to sit on the floor next to Gina and Trip.
“Well, Rocky’s our sweetheart, Mikey’s our drunk, Marlo’s our quiet one, Trips our fun one, and I’m the intense one. Your our fighter.” She smiles again, tilting her head at me.
“By ‘intense’ she means crazy. She got so worked up over this one guy that one night, on one of our field trips, she stopped by his house, completely wasted, and left a note for his new girlfriend about how awful he was. And then she threw a couple eggs at the house, decided the note was a bad idea, and puked on it, right on his porch.” Trip laughs, poking Gina’s cheek.
“It was deserved!” She defends herself, shrugging. “He said that I’d look better with more wight, right? Next week he’s cheating on me with a girl twice my size. I walked in on them in our bed.”
“To be fair, younger me probably would’ve done the same.” I say, nodding a little.
“Frank was a crazy ass teen. Just a lot of feelings actually. One time, we were walking to class-”
“No, don’t tell this story.” I beg, groaning. Mikey smiles and continues, ignoring me.
“This was back when he and Gee weren’t together. They were both in love, just not together. But this kid, a football player, was picking on Gerard right? And this kid is like six two, weighed two hundred pounds, and Frank was scrawny back then, maybe one hundred and thirty pounds. But Frank see’s this kid fucking with Gerard, and throws a fucking trash can at him. It was plastic, but Frank got him good. When the kid came chasing after Frank, he threw the recycling bin, and by then I thought for sure Frank was gonna die. He started running through the school, and of course me and Gerard followed. He ran into a classroom, that was in session, stood on this kids desk and fucking jumped on this kids head. He threw his entire weight on him. The kid fell like a bag of bricks, and Frank was just sitting on top of him, shocked. Then the kid punched him right in the nose, and knocked his ass out. Frank was passed out for a good ten minutes.” Mikey laughs, his eyes twinkling as he looks at me. I laugh too, imaging the whole scene in my head.
“We were all pretty crazy teenagers. We used to fist fight in my yard for fun, beat the hell outta each other.” I add, smiling back at Mikey.
“It would've been cool if we all grew up together.” Gina sighs, smiling a little. “I was wayyy different back then, super quiet. Had red hair, glasses, baces, and wore black all the time.” She wrinkles her nose, disgusted.
“Good morning,” I hear a sleepy, girly voice say from behind me. I turn and smile, making Rocky smile back. She sits down next to me, her lavender hair in a messy ponytail.
“Morning sleepy.” Trip says, punching her knee gently. I look at Mikey, but he’s already looking at me. He lays inertia on the bed, his head tilted in my direction. I stare back, swallowing hard.
“I need coffee. Anyone else?” I ask, standing. Everyone nods and says please, leaving me to exit.
“I’ll come help.” Mikey says, wrapping the sheet around his waist. He ties it and exits, closing the door behind us. We walk down stairs silently, his sheet dragging behind him.
“I’ll get the cups,” I say as we reach the kitchen. I grab six coffee cups, setting them by the coffee machine as he washes the pot out. He fills the machine with water and coffee, and leans against the counter, standing opposite of me.
“Gerard and I have a sexual agreement.” I say out of the blue, staring at him. “We’re allowed to have sex with other people.
“Okay...why are you telling me this?” he asks, confused.
“You know why I’m telling you this.” I say, stepping toward him. He swallows, and I grab the counter behind him, trapping him in my arms.
“He’s my brother.” He bites his lip, staring back at me.
“He’d probably think it was hot. You haven’t seen his browser history. I’ll tell him, okay?” I say, staring at his lips.
“Frank,” He breathes as I come closer.
“Mikey,” I breathe back, my face two inches from his.

Smut warning


“Don’t say my name like that,” He gasps, clenching the counter. I kiss him, and he immediately kisses back. His arms come around my waist, lifting me on the counter. We continue to kiss as he yanks down my pants, both of our movements wild. He spits on his hand and strokes his cock, before pushing up.
“Fuck,” I breathe as he pushes into me, rocking my hips into his. He begins to fuck me gently, making me moan in ecstasy. He starts to fuck me a little harder, gripping my hips.
“Were fucking on a kitchen counter,” I moan, looking at him with wide, lustful eyes. He fucks me harder at that, and I know I’m close.
“I’m gonna-
“Me too.” He cuts me off, before leaning down to kiss my neck.
“Oh my fucking god,” I moan as I cum, feeling it spill onto my stomach after hitting Mikey’s chest. Just then, I feel him cum inside me, his cock twitching. He huffs and pulls out after a second, looking at me. We stay quiet for a minute, until i slide off the counter and pull my pants up.

Sm over

He crushes his lips on mine when I straighten, gripping my waist.
“That was fuckin hot,” He says as he pulls away, making his way over to the coffee machine.
“I can’t even believe that just happened.” I chuckle, shaking my head. He nods, agreeing. He pours the coffee and I put the cremer, before we straighten ourselves up and go back upstairs.
Mikey collapses on the bed next to Marlo again, and I take my spot back on the floor.
“Finally, I was being deprived of my sanity,” Gina says, taking a cup from my hand. I hand the other one to Trip, and ip on my own.
It felt weird sitting in there now, like there was a big secret settling in the room.
“What should we do today?” Rocky asks, tiredly lying her head on my shoulder.
“Wanna go out and get brunch?” Mikey offers.
“Nah. we always do that.” Marlo says, his hands slipping over Mikey’s waist.
“We could go in the pool.” I suggest, shrugging.
“We could go in the pool naked.” Mikey says, staring at me. I stare back, trying to keep a smile from my face.
“I like that idea.” Trip says, grinning at Gina. Gina blushes and nods, shrugging a little.
“You guys are all whores.” Rocky says, rolling her eyes. But nonetheless, she stands, and removes her shirt.

Notes

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Comments

@Frankie Boy.
Thank you!

Lostlsoul2 Lostlsoul2
5/24/19

I like it so far. :)

Frankie Boy. Frankie Boy.
4/30/19

@cKayE
thank you so much!

Lostlsoul2 Lostlsoul2
3/8/19

Definitely a good story!

cKayE cKayE
3/2/19