Other Fan Fiction ❯ There are two sides to every story. ❯ Four. ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Spidergee 
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.19.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 148 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.19.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 148 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 4
Gerard's POV
Once again, the drive seemed like an eternity.
And it wasn't that the sun was ruining my life again, because the sun had long since set.
It was this fucking raging boner in my pants.
Every red light killed me, I was tempted to tell Bert to pull over and get his ass in the backseat.
As the light continued to stay red and piss me off, I decided to maybe distract myself for the rest of the drive. I looked out the window and saw a pet store.
Awwww…puppies and bunnies…sweet cuddly little animals…
I saw a Wal Mart. No thoughts on that.
I turned my head the other way and saw Bert.
Mmm…those eyes…that perfect, flat stomach…that beautiful smile…all those tattoos…
I felt myself get even harder. Fuck, my jeans were going to explode.
He looked over at me and smiled as the light turned green.
"I want you so bad." I whispered to him.
He just laughed his goofy laugh and pressed the gas.
By the time we reached his house, my… "situation", so to say, had become painful. I ran from the car to the front door, panting, aching, bursting into the house and jumping up and down impatiently. Where the fuck was he? I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks, and still, he wasn't in.
I walked to the front door, shifting my weight back and forth between my feet, watching him as he took his merry old time. He looked up at me from the sidewalk, strolling along slowly like it was just a normal fucking Sunday afternoon or something. That bastard knew exactly what he was doing. Sure, he could go jerk off and fall asleep and all was well and good, but I couldn't go and stick myself up my ass, so I had a genuine problem.
And he thought it was funny.
Fucker.
He finally reached the door and shut it behind him, turning to face me and smiling as he glanced down at my…predicament.
"Having troubles, are we?" He grinned. I practically threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and crashing our lips together. He forced his tongue into my mouth, his hands flying up to my hair, tangling his long fingers in it, pulling, biting at my lips…
I let go of his neck and struggled to get his shirt off, breaking our kiss and pulling the thin, stained white cloth over his head and discarding it to the floor. My hands flew to his skin, I needed to know what he felt like, I needed to feel his skin under my hands, I needed him.
He unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off of me, then wrapped one arm around me, squeezing me close to him, using one finger to lift my chin so I could look him in the eyes.
"You're fucking beautiful." He whispered.
I couldn't help but giggle as I got lost in his deep blue eyes, I couldn't help but want more as our bare chests pressed together, seeming to light my body on fire.
"I…I need you, Bert…"I whispered back, pleading with him. He smiled at me, crushing his lips against mine, vicious and brutal. One of us began to bleed, I'm not sure who, but it turned me on…
I was shocked by the impact and the sudden burst of cooler air against my skin as he pushed me away and my back hit the cold stone of the fireplace.
"Take your pants off, bitch." He ordered. I shuddered at this…he was always so aggressive and demanding…God, I fucking loved it….
He watched me strip, dropping my pants to the floor and kicking them aside. Grinning almost evilly, he licked his lips and walked to me. He reached down and picked up my pants, retrieving the condom from my pocket and opened. He pushed my shoulders against the stone and ground his hips against mine, the friction of his corduroy pants agonizing against my hard on. All I could do was whimper and plead with him to fuck me. I was so relieved when I heard his zipper come down and his pants hit the floor. I felt his hardness against my own, shivering and aching for more. He slid the condom over his length, then looked me straight in the eyes, giving me chills.
"Wrap your legs around me." He ordered, his hands finding their way to my ass.
He held me up as I did as I was told, clutching to his shoulders and resting my chin on top of his head.
I opened my mouth to ask him to just fuck me already, but I was interrupted as he shoved into me.
Pain waved through me as he moaned, digging his nails into my ass.
"Oh, fuck…I forgot how fucking tight you are, Gerard…"He hissed.
"Bert…please…fuck me, please…"I begged, wrapping my arms tight around his neck.
He pushed me harder against the wall, pulling out of me and slamming in again.
It hurt like hell, but, God, did I need it. I needed it rough and hard, and if Bert could do anything right at all, it was that.
He pounded me again, the stone of the wall digging into my back and stinging. I could feel blood begin to drip from the scratches it left behind, chills racing down my spine as Bert's length slamming in and out of me turned from intense pain to unbelievable pleasure, rendering me speechless, my heart racing and breath leaving me as he fucked me mercilessly.
I clutched to him desperately with one arm, wrapping my free hand around my own hardness and pumping in time with Bert's frantic thrusts.
"Fuck…Goddamnit, Gee…"he panted, sweat dripping from his forehead as he looked down between us and watched me jerk myself off.
"Bert…I can't…I'm gonna…oh, fuck, Bert…"I whimpered, my muscles contracting, my body tingling, my head spinning, my back arching, and, finally, I let go in between us.
Bert shuddered and thrusted into me harder, watching me lick my hand free of my own cum.
It was that that finally sent him over the edge. He came inside of me, screaming my name and practically convulsing.
We stayed like that for a while, me sandwiched in between him and the wall, him using me as support so he wouldn't fall to the floor with his legs being reduced to jelly in their post-orgasm state.
Eventually, he pulled out of me and set me down on the floor, discarded the condom to the floor, pulled his pants up again and found his shirt. He used it as a rag to clean his stomach off and put it back on.
"Eww…"I laughed at him, scrunching up my nose. He shrugged and collected my clothes, tossing them to me, then disappeared into the kitchen.
I dressed, legs still unstable from the earth-shattering orgasm he gave me. I found my cigarettes on the floor and pulled my cell from the back pocket of my pants, finding a comfortable, clean (thank you, Quinn) seat on the couch and called Frank.
"Hello, this is Frankie, and I'm a douche!"was the answer.
"Goddamnit, Quinn! Give me my phone!"
Some rustling…
"Hello?"
Finally. Frankie.
"Hey." I smiled.
"Hey, baby. Turning in for the night?" He asked.
"Mm-hmm. I'm just following the rules, and I really wanted to tell you I love you before I went to bed."
"Thank you. Did you follow the other rule?"
"I did. I followed all the rules. And I'm plenty sober now. So I'm safe for the night. I'll see you in the morning, and we'll get some shopping done before we hit the road again."
"I'm glad you listened. I love you, Gee."
"I love you, too. Send Mikey my love."
"I will. Sweet dreams, Gee."
"Sweet dreams, Frankie."
We hung up and I finished my cigarette, put it out and snuggled up in the corner of the couch.
I drifted into a happy, satisfied sleep.
I had to be the luckiest guy in the world.
Bert's POV
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I could see him out of the corner of my eye, he was shaking and tapping his foot on the floorboard, staring out of his window and chewing on his lip. I glanced down ay his crotch, his pants were starting to strain against his growing bulge. The boy really does have a huge dick, trust me.
I looked back at the road intently, not wanting him to know that I was feeling just as desperate as he was at the moment. That would take away my control of the situation.
I felt him looking at me as the red light turned green and I turned to smile at him.
"I want you so bad." He whispered to me, his eyes wide and clear, he had obviously sobered up quite a bit.
I laughed and pressed the gas down. That statement was all the motivation I needed to get us home in a real fucking hurry.
As soon as I pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, he flung his door open and bolted inside, not even waiting until I had shut the engine off.
I laughed and sat in the car for a moment. I might as well make him suffer a little bit.
I finally decided that I'd tortured him enough and got out, lazily walking to the front door, taking my time.
He was standing in the doorway, bouncing back and forth on his feet, looking at me desperately.
I couldn't help but laugh. He looked so cute up there, with his pleading eyes and his slightly hurt facial expression.
I finally got up to the house and I walked to him, looking once again at his man-junk.
"Having troubles, are we?" I grinned at him. Then he pounced me, flinging his arms around my neck and pulling me into a violent kiss. I shoved my tongue into his mouth, wrapping my fingers in his soft, greasy hair, relishing his taste as I bit on his soft little lips...
He let go of me and took my shirt off, pulling away from our kiss to undress me, and threw the old, stained material aside. That split second killed me, I needed contact with him and I needed it badly. Finally his hands came back to me, wandering over my chest as he panted, his chest heaving up and down, his eyes full of fire, licking his lips, practically begging me to throw him on the floor and fuck him immediately.
I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off of him, then pulled him forward to hold him close to me, I had to feel his soft, warm skin against mine. I craved this every second of everyday, when it finally happened it was even better than the purest hit of heroin.
He sighed and nuzzled his face into my neck, smelling me, sending chills down my spine. I put my finger under his chin and lifted his face to mine, staring down into his clear hazel eyes.
"You're fucking beautiful." I whispered.
His face lit up and giggled, pulling us closer together, our chests pressed together. I could feel his heart beat in perfect time with mine, he was trembling as he ran his hands over my stomach.
"I…I need you, Bert…"He whispered back pleadingly, his eyes full of meaning. My heart leapt with happiness and I smiled down at him, smashing my lips against his once again, drawing blood from his mouth, and making him moan and shiver.
I shoved him away and he stumbled backwards, falling against the stone wall of the fireplace.
"Take your pants off, bitch." I barked. He shuddered and smiled, I know that he likes to be dominated.
I watched him strip, kicking his pants aside and attempting to cover his body as best as he could, looking so fragile and innocent and afraid. This was exactly how I liked him, looking so broken and afraid. I licked my lips and walked to him, reaching down and getting the condom from his pants, ripping it open as I walked to him. I pushed his shoulders back against the stone, grinding my hips against his, a moan somewhere between pleasure and desperation escaped his lips.
"Please, Bertie...please, it's starting to hurt..." He whimpered, and I swear that if I wasn't so set on being inside him that night, that would have finished me off right then and there.
He sighed in relief when I unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor and pool around my ankles. I ground our hips together once more before sliding the condom on. I hate the fucking things, but if that's what I have to do, it's worth it. I looked him in the eyes and he shivered, a small smile spreading across his face.
"Wrap your legs around me." I commanded, bringing my hands around to hold on to his ass. And that's quite a lot of ass to hold on to. He obeyed and held tight to me, his chin resting on my head and his hands tightly clutching my shoulders for stability.
He opened his mouth and started to talk, but there was no time for that right now. I didn't need to hear what he had to fuckin say, I needed to feel myself inside him. I shoved it in and he gasped, squeezing my shoulders and panting hard.
It had been so long since we fucked without being wasted that I had forgotten how fucking amazing he felt, how warm and tight he was...I dug my nails into his skin and he hissed, holing me close.
"Oh, fuck…I forgot how fucking tight you are, Gerard…"I whispered to him.
"Bert…please…fuck me, please…"He pleaded, holding on to me tightly, sweat starting to form in between us.
I pushed him harder against the wall, pulling out of him and forcing myself back in. He yelped like he always does when it hurts just the right way, wrapping his legs tighter around me and gasping for breath to get him through the pain.
I pounded into him again, his back running up and down the stone wall, bringing blood to the surface. The idea of him bleeding made me want him even more, made me fuck him as hard and as fast as I could. His moans and gasps finally turned from pain to pleasure and he let his head fall back against the wall, biting his lip in pleasure.
He held on to me with one arm, bringing the other down to wrap his hand around his own dick, pumping frantically with each thrust I made.
"Fuck…Goddamnit, Gee…"I panted, watching him bring himself closer to his ending as I pounded him mercilessly.
"Bert…I can't…I'm gonna…oh, fuck, Bert…"He whimpered weakly, starting to convulse and pump himself faster, his muscles tightened around me and he panted frantically, shooting his load all over his hand and my stomach.
I couldn't hold on for much longer inside of him as his muscles rippled around my dick, it was too fucking amazing for me to keep my composure. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked it clean. That finally sent me to my end.
I let go inside of him, (well, inside the stupid fucking condom, but you know what I mean) screaming his name and shuddering hard, collapsing against him and using him as support so we wouldn't both fall to the floor. Goddamn, I wouldn't want that coming down on top of me...
I finally pulled out of him and helped him steady himself on the floor, taking the condom and throwing it to the floor. I smiled at him, pulling my pants up. I picked my shirt up from the floor and wiped my stomach off, then pulled it back on.
"Eww…"He giggled, screwing up his nose. I shrugged, picked up his clothes and threw them to him, then headed to the kitchen and my cigarettes, sitting on the floor in a spot where I could still see into the living room so I could watch Gerard get dressed.
I love the boy, okay? Any chance I can get to watch him do anything at all, I'm going to do it.
He got dressed and pulled out his phone, making his way to the couch to call Frank.
My stomach bubbled in anger and jealousy when I heard him start talking to Frank. That short little pathetic shit of a boyfriend wasn't anywhere near good enough for him. He treated him like a child, he never let him make his own decisions, he never let him do anything without having to call and check in with him. Jesus Christ, I'm Gerard's best friend, did Frank really think I was going to let something horrible happen? Or was he really that bad of a control freak that he needed to know Gerard's every single move every single fucking day?
Either way it pissed me off. I could be trusted to take good care of him, I always did. I'd never given Frank a reason not to trust me. He just abused his power over Gerard and used it to control him. Gerard was too weak minded to know it, but it was fucking crystal clear to me.
"I love you, too. Send Mikey my love."
Goddamnit. That's another one I'll always have to compete against. Fucking Mikey. That little fucking twat of a brother of his. I have to stay on Mikey's good side if I want to get into his brother's pants.
I sighed and pushed the feelings away, letting myself fall back onto the cool tile of the floor, stubbing my cigarette out on the bottom of the table and tossing the butt away.
I stayed that way for maybe 20 minutes before I decided it was time to hit the bong a few times and get to sleep.
I crept into the living room, where Gerard had fallen asleep on the couch. As quietly as I could, I made my way over to him and caressed his face, pushing his hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear. He looked so peaceful and happy, so fucking flawless that I almost couldn't stand it.
"I love you." I whispered. He stirred a little and curled into a ball, shivering slightly. I pulled the blanket off of the back of the couch and draped it over him, tucking it under his chin and giving him a kiss on the forehead.
"Mmm...Bertie?" He mumbled.
"Yeah, Gee?"
"You're so nice." he sighed, licking his lips and curling up even tighter.
"That's because I love you." I smiled.
"I love you too."
My heart leapt again. I know he just meant as a friend, but I can have my delusions.
"Good night, Woobiekins." I whispered and kissed his forehead again.
"Good night, Sexypants."
I left him to sleep and headed to my room.
I didn't want to get high anymore. I felt good enough pretending that he was mine.
Once again, the drive seemed like an eternity.
And it wasn't that the sun was ruining my life again, because the sun had long since set.
It was this fucking raging boner in my pants.
Every red light killed me, I was tempted to tell Bert to pull over and get his ass in the backseat.
As the light continued to stay red and piss me off, I decided to maybe distract myself for the rest of the drive. I looked out the window and saw a pet store.
Awwww…puppies and bunnies…sweet cuddly little animals…
I saw a Wal Mart. No thoughts on that.
I turned my head the other way and saw Bert.
Mmm…those eyes…that perfect, flat stomach…that beautiful smile…all those tattoos…
I felt myself get even harder. Fuck, my jeans were going to explode.
He looked over at me and smiled as the light turned green.
"I want you so bad." I whispered to him.
He just laughed his goofy laugh and pressed the gas.
By the time we reached his house, my… "situation", so to say, had become painful. I ran from the car to the front door, panting, aching, bursting into the house and jumping up and down impatiently. Where the fuck was he? I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks, and still, he wasn't in.
I walked to the front door, shifting my weight back and forth between my feet, watching him as he took his merry old time. He looked up at me from the sidewalk, strolling along slowly like it was just a normal fucking Sunday afternoon or something. That bastard knew exactly what he was doing. Sure, he could go jerk off and fall asleep and all was well and good, but I couldn't go and stick myself up my ass, so I had a genuine problem.
And he thought it was funny.
Fucker.
He finally reached the door and shut it behind him, turning to face me and smiling as he glanced down at my…predicament.
"Having troubles, are we?" He grinned. I practically threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and crashing our lips together. He forced his tongue into my mouth, his hands flying up to my hair, tangling his long fingers in it, pulling, biting at my lips…
I let go of his neck and struggled to get his shirt off, breaking our kiss and pulling the thin, stained white cloth over his head and discarding it to the floor. My hands flew to his skin, I needed to know what he felt like, I needed to feel his skin under my hands, I needed him.
He unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off of me, then wrapped one arm around me, squeezing me close to him, using one finger to lift my chin so I could look him in the eyes.
"You're fucking beautiful." He whispered.
I couldn't help but giggle as I got lost in his deep blue eyes, I couldn't help but want more as our bare chests pressed together, seeming to light my body on fire.
"I…I need you, Bert…"I whispered back, pleading with him. He smiled at me, crushing his lips against mine, vicious and brutal. One of us began to bleed, I'm not sure who, but it turned me on…
I was shocked by the impact and the sudden burst of cooler air against my skin as he pushed me away and my back hit the cold stone of the fireplace.
"Take your pants off, bitch." He ordered. I shuddered at this…he was always so aggressive and demanding…God, I fucking loved it….
He watched me strip, dropping my pants to the floor and kicking them aside. Grinning almost evilly, he licked his lips and walked to me. He reached down and picked up my pants, retrieving the condom from my pocket and opened. He pushed my shoulders against the stone and ground his hips against mine, the friction of his corduroy pants agonizing against my hard on. All I could do was whimper and plead with him to fuck me. I was so relieved when I heard his zipper come down and his pants hit the floor. I felt his hardness against my own, shivering and aching for more. He slid the condom over his length, then looked me straight in the eyes, giving me chills.
"Wrap your legs around me." He ordered, his hands finding their way to my ass.
He held me up as I did as I was told, clutching to his shoulders and resting my chin on top of his head.
I opened my mouth to ask him to just fuck me already, but I was interrupted as he shoved into me.
Pain waved through me as he moaned, digging his nails into my ass.
"Oh, fuck…I forgot how fucking tight you are, Gerard…"He hissed.
"Bert…please…fuck me, please…"I begged, wrapping my arms tight around his neck.
He pushed me harder against the wall, pulling out of me and slamming in again.
It hurt like hell, but, God, did I need it. I needed it rough and hard, and if Bert could do anything right at all, it was that.
He pounded me again, the stone of the wall digging into my back and stinging. I could feel blood begin to drip from the scratches it left behind, chills racing down my spine as Bert's length slamming in and out of me turned from intense pain to unbelievable pleasure, rendering me speechless, my heart racing and breath leaving me as he fucked me mercilessly.
I clutched to him desperately with one arm, wrapping my free hand around my own hardness and pumping in time with Bert's frantic thrusts.
"Fuck…Goddamnit, Gee…"he panted, sweat dripping from his forehead as he looked down between us and watched me jerk myself off.
"Bert…I can't…I'm gonna…oh, fuck, Bert…"I whimpered, my muscles contracting, my body tingling, my head spinning, my back arching, and, finally, I let go in between us.
Bert shuddered and thrusted into me harder, watching me lick my hand free of my own cum.
It was that that finally sent him over the edge. He came inside of me, screaming my name and practically convulsing.
We stayed like that for a while, me sandwiched in between him and the wall, him using me as support so he wouldn't fall to the floor with his legs being reduced to jelly in their post-orgasm state.
Eventually, he pulled out of me and set me down on the floor, discarded the condom to the floor, pulled his pants up again and found his shirt. He used it as a rag to clean his stomach off and put it back on.
"Eww…"I laughed at him, scrunching up my nose. He shrugged and collected my clothes, tossing them to me, then disappeared into the kitchen.
I dressed, legs still unstable from the earth-shattering orgasm he gave me. I found my cigarettes on the floor and pulled my cell from the back pocket of my pants, finding a comfortable, clean (thank you, Quinn) seat on the couch and called Frank.
"Hello, this is Frankie, and I'm a douche!"was the answer.
"Goddamnit, Quinn! Give me my phone!"
Some rustling…
"Hello?"
Finally. Frankie.
"Hey." I smiled.
"Hey, baby. Turning in for the night?" He asked.
"Mm-hmm. I'm just following the rules, and I really wanted to tell you I love you before I went to bed."
"Thank you. Did you follow the other rule?"
"I did. I followed all the rules. And I'm plenty sober now. So I'm safe for the night. I'll see you in the morning, and we'll get some shopping done before we hit the road again."
"I'm glad you listened. I love you, Gee."
"I love you, too. Send Mikey my love."
"I will. Sweet dreams, Gee."
"Sweet dreams, Frankie."
We hung up and I finished my cigarette, put it out and snuggled up in the corner of the couch.
I drifted into a happy, satisfied sleep.
I had to be the luckiest guy in the world.
Bert's POV
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I could see him out of the corner of my eye, he was shaking and tapping his foot on the floorboard, staring out of his window and chewing on his lip. I glanced down ay his crotch, his pants were starting to strain against his growing bulge. The boy really does have a huge dick, trust me.
I looked back at the road intently, not wanting him to know that I was feeling just as desperate as he was at the moment. That would take away my control of the situation.
I felt him looking at me as the red light turned green and I turned to smile at him.
"I want you so bad." He whispered to me, his eyes wide and clear, he had obviously sobered up quite a bit.
I laughed and pressed the gas down. That statement was all the motivation I needed to get us home in a real fucking hurry.
As soon as I pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, he flung his door open and bolted inside, not even waiting until I had shut the engine off.
I laughed and sat in the car for a moment. I might as well make him suffer a little bit.
I finally decided that I'd tortured him enough and got out, lazily walking to the front door, taking my time.
He was standing in the doorway, bouncing back and forth on his feet, looking at me desperately.
I couldn't help but laugh. He looked so cute up there, with his pleading eyes and his slightly hurt facial expression.
I finally got up to the house and I walked to him, looking once again at his man-junk.
"Having troubles, are we?" I grinned at him. Then he pounced me, flinging his arms around my neck and pulling me into a violent kiss. I shoved my tongue into his mouth, wrapping my fingers in his soft, greasy hair, relishing his taste as I bit on his soft little lips...
He let go of me and took my shirt off, pulling away from our kiss to undress me, and threw the old, stained material aside. That split second killed me, I needed contact with him and I needed it badly. Finally his hands came back to me, wandering over my chest as he panted, his chest heaving up and down, his eyes full of fire, licking his lips, practically begging me to throw him on the floor and fuck him immediately.
I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off of him, then pulled him forward to hold him close to me, I had to feel his soft, warm skin against mine. I craved this every second of everyday, when it finally happened it was even better than the purest hit of heroin.
He sighed and nuzzled his face into my neck, smelling me, sending chills down my spine. I put my finger under his chin and lifted his face to mine, staring down into his clear hazel eyes.
"You're fucking beautiful." I whispered.
His face lit up and giggled, pulling us closer together, our chests pressed together. I could feel his heart beat in perfect time with mine, he was trembling as he ran his hands over my stomach.
"I…I need you, Bert…"He whispered back pleadingly, his eyes full of meaning. My heart leapt with happiness and I smiled down at him, smashing my lips against his once again, drawing blood from his mouth, and making him moan and shiver.
I shoved him away and he stumbled backwards, falling against the stone wall of the fireplace.
"Take your pants off, bitch." I barked. He shuddered and smiled, I know that he likes to be dominated.
I watched him strip, kicking his pants aside and attempting to cover his body as best as he could, looking so fragile and innocent and afraid. This was exactly how I liked him, looking so broken and afraid. I licked my lips and walked to him, reaching down and getting the condom from his pants, ripping it open as I walked to him. I pushed his shoulders back against the stone, grinding my hips against his, a moan somewhere between pleasure and desperation escaped his lips.
"Please, Bertie...please, it's starting to hurt..." He whimpered, and I swear that if I wasn't so set on being inside him that night, that would have finished me off right then and there.
He sighed in relief when I unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor and pool around my ankles. I ground our hips together once more before sliding the condom on. I hate the fucking things, but if that's what I have to do, it's worth it. I looked him in the eyes and he shivered, a small smile spreading across his face.
"Wrap your legs around me." I commanded, bringing my hands around to hold on to his ass. And that's quite a lot of ass to hold on to. He obeyed and held tight to me, his chin resting on my head and his hands tightly clutching my shoulders for stability.
He opened his mouth and started to talk, but there was no time for that right now. I didn't need to hear what he had to fuckin say, I needed to feel myself inside him. I shoved it in and he gasped, squeezing my shoulders and panting hard.
It had been so long since we fucked without being wasted that I had forgotten how fucking amazing he felt, how warm and tight he was...I dug my nails into his skin and he hissed, holing me close.
"Oh, fuck…I forgot how fucking tight you are, Gerard…"I whispered to him.
"Bert…please…fuck me, please…"He pleaded, holding on to me tightly, sweat starting to form in between us.
I pushed him harder against the wall, pulling out of him and forcing myself back in. He yelped like he always does when it hurts just the right way, wrapping his legs tighter around me and gasping for breath to get him through the pain.
I pounded into him again, his back running up and down the stone wall, bringing blood to the surface. The idea of him bleeding made me want him even more, made me fuck him as hard and as fast as I could. His moans and gasps finally turned from pain to pleasure and he let his head fall back against the wall, biting his lip in pleasure.
He held on to me with one arm, bringing the other down to wrap his hand around his own dick, pumping frantically with each thrust I made.
"Fuck…Goddamnit, Gee…"I panted, watching him bring himself closer to his ending as I pounded him mercilessly.
"Bert…I can't…I'm gonna…oh, fuck, Bert…"He whimpered weakly, starting to convulse and pump himself faster, his muscles tightened around me and he panted frantically, shooting his load all over his hand and my stomach.
I couldn't hold on for much longer inside of him as his muscles rippled around my dick, it was too fucking amazing for me to keep my composure. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked it clean. That finally sent me to my end.
I let go inside of him, (well, inside the stupid fucking condom, but you know what I mean) screaming his name and shuddering hard, collapsing against him and using him as support so we wouldn't both fall to the floor. Goddamn, I wouldn't want that coming down on top of me...
I finally pulled out of him and helped him steady himself on the floor, taking the condom and throwing it to the floor. I smiled at him, pulling my pants up. I picked my shirt up from the floor and wiped my stomach off, then pulled it back on.
"Eww…"He giggled, screwing up his nose. I shrugged, picked up his clothes and threw them to him, then headed to the kitchen and my cigarettes, sitting on the floor in a spot where I could still see into the living room so I could watch Gerard get dressed.
I love the boy, okay? Any chance I can get to watch him do anything at all, I'm going to do it.
He got dressed and pulled out his phone, making his way to the couch to call Frank.
My stomach bubbled in anger and jealousy when I heard him start talking to Frank. That short little pathetic shit of a boyfriend wasn't anywhere near good enough for him. He treated him like a child, he never let him make his own decisions, he never let him do anything without having to call and check in with him. Jesus Christ, I'm Gerard's best friend, did Frank really think I was going to let something horrible happen? Or was he really that bad of a control freak that he needed to know Gerard's every single move every single fucking day?
Either way it pissed me off. I could be trusted to take good care of him, I always did. I'd never given Frank a reason not to trust me. He just abused his power over Gerard and used it to control him. Gerard was too weak minded to know it, but it was fucking crystal clear to me.
"I love you, too. Send Mikey my love."
Goddamnit. That's another one I'll always have to compete against. Fucking Mikey. That little fucking twat of a brother of his. I have to stay on Mikey's good side if I want to get into his brother's pants.
I sighed and pushed the feelings away, letting myself fall back onto the cool tile of the floor, stubbing my cigarette out on the bottom of the table and tossing the butt away.
I stayed that way for maybe 20 minutes before I decided it was time to hit the bong a few times and get to sleep.
I crept into the living room, where Gerard had fallen asleep on the couch. As quietly as I could, I made my way over to him and caressed his face, pushing his hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear. He looked so peaceful and happy, so fucking flawless that I almost couldn't stand it.
"I love you." I whispered. He stirred a little and curled into a ball, shivering slightly. I pulled the blanket off of the back of the couch and draped it over him, tucking it under his chin and giving him a kiss on the forehead.
"Mmm...Bertie?" He mumbled.
"Yeah, Gee?"
"You're so nice." he sighed, licking his lips and curling up even tighter.
"That's because I love you." I smiled.
"I love you too."
My heart leapt again. I know he just meant as a friend, but I can have my delusions.
"Good night, Woobiekins." I whispered and kissed his forehead again.
"Good night, Sexypants."
I left him to sleep and headed to my room.
I didn't want to get high anymore. I felt good enough pretending that he was mine.