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The World Of Fiction

Of course, you all saw this one coming! What would the Wof be without one-shots? So, it's only appropriate that the first contest in line for Slash Appreciation Month will be the slash one-shot contest.

Unlike most of our one-shot contests in the past, this contest will not be exclusively PWP. I understand that not all our users love slash and boysecks, so I wanted to give more peeps a chance to enter. The one-shot must still be a slash pairing, but it doesn't have to include sex. Of course, full-out XXX will be gladly accepted too!

So, the nitty-gritty:

~Must be a slash pairing.

~Do not post your entry here or anywhere else until after the contest winner has been announced.

~PM your entry to me or Krissy by July 30th.

Happy slash-fest!

~Jay
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#1

Title: “Ghost and Snow”
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't know, and don’t sue.

PART ONE

The house stood proudly in its emptiness, daring someone to enter, to witness its secrets. Abandoned long ago it was the talk of every man woman and child.
Boldly beautiful behind the unkempt yard it seemed to breath.
Weeds peaked around the doors threshold and vines snaking up towards the large picture windows that looked out on the people as they passed.
In the dark haze of light it looked alive, as if it breathed and wanted to whisper.
The sun hung in the sky, almost at the end of its decent toward the horizon.
A chill licked his neck, he gripped the bag he held more tightly, fighting the chill that crept up his spine.
The breeze ruffled his black hair as if unseen fingers had caressed it.
He hesitated looking back at Evan.
“Tonight’s the night.” Evan said and grinned.
“Yea, it is.” Gerard said glancing at the house that waited for him, fighting, he hoped unnoticeably to get up the nerve to walk inside.
Sweat beaded on his brow even though the chill in the Evening was quite evident.
“You really are scared, you must believe all that shit about the boy and his dad.” Evan chuckled glancing at his shaking friend beside him, crushing Gerard’s hope that no one could see his fear.
“I’m not scared.” Gerard said trying to get his emotions in check.
“You’re shaking like a 6 year old.” Evan said
“Its cold.” He said in a huff reverting his eyes away from the object of his fear quickly, locking them on his friends eyes instead, that were filled with humor, and a touch of pity that Gerard loathed being directed at himself.
“Don’t worry, you will be a member of Alpha Chi Omega, by tomorrow, It’s a piece of cake.” He said and grinned. “Just don’t go upstairs, you remember what happened two years ago when Jake was in there don’t you?”
“I remember that bullshit. I don’t believe a word of it, he’s so full of shit it’s spewing from his ears.” Gerard said. He was trying to convince himself of this revelation more than the boy beside him.
“You weren’t there, you didn’t see his face, I think it was real.”
“Come the fuck on, you think that a ghost boy is upstairs punching people, that’s insane.” Gerard said. Rolling his eyes as he said it.
“I’m telling you he had bruises all over him.”
“I bet the dumb ass fell down the stairs.” laughter spilled from his shaky lips as he began to picture the boy falling end over end down the stairs.
“Whatever, he was freaked out anyway. Don’t get fuckin scared off, I want you in the frat with me, I don’t give a shit about how different you are. But Chip will be a problem even if you make it.”
“Screw him, he doesn’t bother me, you know I’m only doing this cause you asked, you better be thankful.” Gerard said with a knowing smile.
Evan had been his friend throughout high school and Evan’s dad had been in the frat.
Evan hated it, more than anything he hated the guys in it, he hated all of it, but his dad would disown him if he didn’t get in.
It was Evan’s bright idea that everything would be cool, all would be right in the world if his best friend was in it to, he figured he could bare it then. Neither of them fit in that place, but there’s no deterring a man and his tradition.
So that’s what he would do, for his friend, he would join the stupid Fraternity.
Gerard sighed turning toward the dark gloom of the house that stood before them.
He turned back to Evan,
“You know, you owe me right, you owe me huge!” He said.
“Yes I do, I owe you a lot. But like I said, don’t go upstairs, I didn’t on my night and I was fine, you might hear weird noises, but just don’t go up there.” He said and turned leaving Gerard and the house by themselves.
“I wont.” Gerard said
“I know you, you will get curious, just leave it alone, trust me.” Evan said over his shoulder.
Gerard just waved him off, all the crazy ghost talk was giving him chills again, but he forced his feet to take him to the basement window and crawl in.
The floor creaked when his foot touched it.
He managed to get his entire body in and he slipped his hand into the bag and pulled out his flashlight.
Letting it circle the basement he smiled.
A thin layer of dust covered the surface but other than that it was quite homey.
Furniture littered the room, a very huge red and black sofa sat in the middle of the room, a blanket lying lazily on its cushions.
Obviously from the last boy that ran from this house screaming of ghost punches.
Gerard smiled at the stories that he remembered being whispered that year.
Pulling the blanket from the couch he shook out the dust and draped it on the back of the couch, then picked each cushion from its resting place and shook them out one by one, Finally satisfied he sat down in the comfort of its pillows and pulled the blanket around him.
He dug in the bag and found what he was searching for. Pulling out the book he burrowed his back into the sofa getting comfortable.
Finding his bookmark he began to read. He was lost in the story unfolding before him when,
“TAP TAP” a noise startled his eyes from the page. It was coming from directly above him. His eyes stayed glued to the spot in the ceiling for a few min. He shrugged it off and began to read again. It was going to be a long night. It was only 6 pm. An hour slipped by as he continued to get lost in the story in front of him.
“TAP TAP TAP TAP” on the ceiling again. His eyes again glued to the spot involuntarily. His brow creased. He shrugged it of again. Reverting his eyes back to the page. A loud crash above his head had him on his feet before he could think that he didn’t want to stand up. He was half way back on the cushion when a voice sounded from up the stair.
“Gerard,” It said. It wasn’t exactly a shout, but more like a shout and a moan combined.
“What the fuck?” He said in a whisper.
Another crash filled the house and rattled its frame.
“Damn it, if you guys are up there trying to scare me, it will not work!” he said yelling up the stairs. He had walked to them without Evan thinking of what he was doing.
He walked up two steps and stopped craning his neck to see through the haze at the top.
He couldn’t see past the landing where the light from the moon had crept into the window.
He carefully took a third step up still concentrating on the top of the stairs, lightly touching the banister with his fingers.
No more sounds erupted for a full 20 min.
He stood there on the third step the whole time listening. His mind told him to drop it, get his book and ignore it but he couldn’t, he needed to know what it was, his brain couldn’t convince him of any other option.
He quickly took 5 more of them convincing himself that it was the frat boys, the ones that Evan hated so much. It was probably them that scared the last boy too. He mused.
His confidence returning he climbed the remaining steps and stepped into the moonlight that shown through the window.
Darkness enveloped him as he stepped further into the house.
It looked like any house that you walk into, he was in a kitchen, he could just make out the sink and the stove, and dust covered everything.
Not a soul was in the kitchen as he slowly made his way across the room.
He was steadying himself trying to be ready if any of the guys began to do anything in hopes of scaring him.
It then occurred to him that he had left the flashlight on the table beside the sofa.
He silently scolded himself for forgetting it.
And crept slowly deeper into the room.
Someone giggled to his right, but he couldn’t see anyone.
“Who’s there?” He said A flash of someone hurrying down a hall caught his eye.
“You guys, I know its you, you can stop this now.”
He said following the person.
It was a guy for sure with dark hair, he couldn’t tell if it was brown or black but he knew it wasn’t blond or light.
A small guy, shorter than himself, he was sure of that.
That didn’t really fit the description of any of them but he was still certain it was one of them, or someone they know.
He began walking down the hallway, and came to the door of a room.
He stepped inside and a single tear escaped from his eye.
He hadn’t been in the house for ages it seemed. Everything was the same.
All the pictures on the mirror and even the guitar in the corner, everything was the same. The bed wasn’t made, as if the last person to be in it had been the one that owned it.
It was obvious why. None of the family cared about the boy or his father.
They were all scrambling to sell the house, to make money.
The house wouldn’t sell, because of the stories that were flying about it, and who would want a house where someone died anyway, not very many.
So they didn’t bother to clean it, or remove anything.
It was just here, empty, as empty as Gerard felt standing in that room.
No one knew that he had known the boy, and he never told anyone that they were best friends, well, more than that.
It was his fault that he was gone his fault, no one else’s.
He stepped closer to the bed.
Running his fingers over the blanket and then the pillow.
He absentmindedly picked it up and wrapped his arms around it, squeezing it to his chest.
The same smell, the one he remembered from years ago invaded his nostrils. He knew that scent well.
A hand lightly touched his cheek and slid down to the back of his neck sending chills through him. He turned and no one was there. He felt hot breath on the back of his neck. Standing up with a start he looked around the room again.
He was alone.
“You’re loosing it.” He said to himself.
The grandfather clock began to chime in the living room. Counting to 8 it settled into silence.

PART 2

Every nerve stood on end, slamming from his fingertips to his toes. Did he have nerves? No not really and yet they insisted that he did, and they were alive, prickling in every pore.
If he had had breath it would have caught in his throat. What is this? What am I feeling? Confusion gripped him as he searched the room, he recognized something, a familiar was close, but what? Who? He found himself in front of the window, his window and he finally saw what was causing his insides to spasm. It was him, the one, the only one. He’s here! He thought a giggle escaping his transparent lips. Entranced by the figure, he watched him through the window, the object of his attention was oblivious to his presents as most were that came near him. He watched as Gerard’s black hair blew around his face, his pale skin illuminated by the light of the moon. His whole body tingled as he realized he was entering the house, his house! He raced down the stairs in time to stand beside him as he dusted the cushions. Giggling, the invisible boy crouched closer to the couch and the one he loved.

He felt himself breath, he could see himself, even his hands as he raised them in front of his face. Only he knew that no one else could, he couldn’t see him, Gerard couldn’t feel him, not where he was on the couch. He squatted down to his knees leaning closer to him, he froze loosing himself in his eyes just as he had long ago, it seemed so long ago, in reality it had only been four years, four long agonizing years.
He longed to touch him.
“Please let him feel me. Please.” He said as he leaned closer and brushed his lips with his own. He felt the softness, and he could feel his breath on his cheek.
Gerard didn’t move, still captured by the book in his hand.
“Damn it, I’m right here! Look at me!” Frank screamed.
Gerard still never moved so much as an eyebrow.
Frank raced back up the stairs, tears streaming down his invisible cheeks. Frustration and anger built up inside him, it filled him up entirely, overrun by his anguish he began to scan his surroundings in an almost panic.
In his room he picked up a hairbrush and began hitting the metal of the bed.
TAP TAP TAP, over and over.
He wasn’t sure if Gerard would hear it but the last time he was so emotional he was able to stop that stupid pimply kid from strumming his guitar.
The nerve! Picking up his guitar.
He was surprised that he could touch a person when it had happened.
He had done more than touch him.
He felt bad later but that was his guitar! He wanted to kill him.
He was proud of himself that he controlled it enough not to kill him.
He was determined to make Gerard to hear him and he flung the brush into the wall, it made a crashing sound as soon as it connected with the wall.
YES!
But did he hear it?
He went to the stairs and there he was looking up at him. Can he see me? No I don’t think he can. He thought frowning to himself.
“Gerard!” he said trying desperately to be heard.
“What the fuck?” Gerard said in a whisper.
Yes! He heard me! Oh god, now what? Ideas swam through his brain, desperately clinging to a hope that he could be near the one he loved. He knew that in his room he could make him know, make him feel him.
He ran back to his room and slammed the brush against the wall again and hurried back to the landing of the stairs. Please, please come up here, please.
Watching as Gerard crept up the stairs Frank held his breath. The breath he didn’t have but strangely could still manipulate, as though he was using a memory of breath but not the actual thing in itself.
Tears began to slide down his cheeks as he picked up the pillow, Frank walked closer to him, touching his skin, he couldn’t help it, he missed him so much. Letting his face move closer he had the urge to kiss the back of his neck.
“I’m loosing it.” Gerard said Frank inhaled sharply.
He felt that! Oh my god he felt that! He was grinning like a mad man.

FLASHBACK:
The cold air ripped at his lungs as he took it in standing outside the window.
He knocked on the door rubbing his hands together, the early December weather was eating into him through his cloths. Snow blanketed everything in front of him.
He loved the snow. The door opened and Frank grinned at him.
“Hi” he said Gerard smiled at him as he walked into the room.
Frank jumped on him hugging him, but Gerard hesitated.
“No one is here, it’s just you and me.” He said smiling up at him. His heart leaped in his chest. He hugged him back laughing as they climbed the stairs letting go of the hug but allowing their hands to stay together.
“Dad is gone for the week, he left me alone for five whole days, he said now that I’m fifteen I can take care of myself!” Frank beamed at him.
“That’s awesome, Frankie, my mom wouldn’t let me stay home by myself, no way she would.” He said smiling.
“Well your mom loves you, she worries all the time.” Frank said giggling.
It had happened only a few months ago, he had realized that he was in love with his best friend, in all of his 16 years Gerard had never felt so much for someone. He was shocked that Frankie felt it too. They had been together for two months as more than friends, but it was a secret, no one could know.
Frank moved to the bed and sat down beside Gerard. He slid his arm around Gerard’s waist. Gerard pulled him into him loving the heat it was creating. He bent down and found Frankie’s lips kissing him deeply. Frank shifted and let his hands slide through his hair. Moaning into his mouth. Frank slid his hands under Gerard’s shirt pulling it from his body. Gerard did the same pulling Frankie’s from his body too, unsnapping the snaps on his jeans he slid his hand in, gripping his softly he began to stroke him. Frankie had the urge to feel him tremble beneath him. He had only been down on him one time, not really sure of what to do, but doing to him what he thought would feel good.
He slid his pants off and let them fall to the floor. Gripping Gerard’s he pulled them free and took his underwear with them. Smiling he bit his lip. Kissing down Gerard’s chest he licked his skin softly and smiled when he moaned. Yes! I love his moan. He had taken him into his mouth slowly. It was all they had done so far, afraid to do anything more. It was good enough, it felt so good when Gerard did this to him, and he had done it twice by then.
Taking him into his mouth he savored the trembles from Gerard’s body.
”Oh god Frankie, I love you so much.” Gerard said. His body trembling underneath him.
“WHAT THE FUCK? You, you are, what the fuck are you? How, when, FRANK! Are you insane!? How the fuck?” His dad stood in the doorway his face bright red. Frank jumped back from Gerard his face a mask of fear. Wiping his mouth with his hand quickly.
“Dad, it’s not what it looks like.” Frank said knowing full well it was what it looks like, but isn’t that what you were supposed to say? Gerard was shakily trying to fight his pants back on but they were winning and it wasn’t working like it should. Frank sat still holding the blanket around him. His eyes still like saucers staring at his fuming dad in the doorway. His dad was glaring at Gerard.
“Get the FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW! You piece of shit! Get out get out get out.” The words flew from his lips as if they were acid.
Gerard fled not knowing what else to do, he wanted to drag Frank with him, he knew that there was a beating coming. He wanted to save him, he just didn’t know how a 16 year old could stand up to that angry mass of hate.
When the sound of the door slamming filled the house he stormed over to his son and snatched him from the bed by his hair.
“Are you ignorant, or just stupid?” He said gritting his teeth. Frankie wanted to look away from the raw hate emitted from his dads eyes, only the strong grip on his hair prevented him from turning his head in the slightest. What he saw in his dads eyes hurt so much more than the searing burn at the root of every stretched hair on his head.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but dad, I love him.” He said tears falling down his cheeks
“Love! You Love him, What the fuck? I thought I raised you better than that.” he let go of the hair gripped in his left hand at the same moment Frank sighed with a new freedom His other hand connected with his son’s face rocking his entire body, he sprawled across the bed and slid off the end landing in the floor with a loud thump.
“You stupid fuck!” Anger ripped through him as he looked at his son in disgust.
Before he knew what he was doing he closed the distance between them, Franks eyes became as round as saucers when his dad’s hands were around his neck and he was squeezing, squeezing all of the frustration of having to care for him and do it alone, sense his no good mom had left them five years earlier. All the built up anger at her and at Frank were in his hands and he squeezed with all his might. Frankie made no noise he only struggled for what seemed to be an eternity, finally his body went limp, as if a sigh took him away. His dad continued to squeeze his anger still alight, when his senses finally took over he relieved Frankie‘s lifeless body, shock blanketed his face, Frankie was standing next to his father as the realization of what he had just done seeped into the man’s eyes. He rested his eyes on Frankie’s motionless body, he felt for a pulse and there was none, he lay his ear next to his son’s mouth and felt nothing. Tears beginning to fall hitting the floor at his knees.
“I’m so sorry.” He began to say. Frankie heard his please of forgiveness. He knew his dad hadn’t meant to do what he had done. He understood that his father wanted to take it back, wanted his son to live.
Frankie stood by his father’s side while his father hugged and rocked his lifeless body. If only he had held him before now, if only his dad loved him before he had died.
Frankie was there when his dad called the police, he was there when they took Frank’s body and his dad away and he stayed there. He couldn’t leave.

PART 3

Gerard was sitting in the middle of Frankie’s bed still clutching the pillow.
The room was dark, and the only light was the light from the street lamp outside.
He had never told anyone that this was his best friends house, that this was the love of his life’s house. All the story’s that were told to him about “Frankie” the boy, ripped through him every time someone uttered the words.
He still loved him, he came to the conclusion that he always would.
The clock had struck 11 some time ago, and he was still sitting in the middle of the bed. Holding the pillow. Every few minutes he would swear he heard his name uttered close to him, or feel someone touching him.
His lips tingled as if someone were pressing their lips to them.
He should be afraid that there was something wrong, that something was off.
Or maybe he had finally gone insane being faced with this house, this room.
But when he felt it he only closed his eyes and savored it.
He was becoming convinced that Frankie was in there with him.
If he told anyone that, they would tell him he was insane, he didn’t mind, he wanted to be near Frankie more than anything in the world.
“I miss you.” Gerard said whispering to the empty room.
The clock began to strike midnight. Flooding the house with the sound.

Frankie jumped when the clock began to chime. Why did it frighten him? He was used to that stupid clock that seemed to never die.
He was sitting next to Gerard, he gently let his hand slip through his hair, he seemed to feel it but it wasn’t bothering him. It was more like he wanted to feel it. Like he needed it.
“I miss you.” Gerard said , a tear slipped down Frankie’s cheek. Gerard’s voice washed over him.
Frankie missed him so much too. The chimes were ringing so he waited and when the last one sounded and the clock quieted.
“I miss you too.” He said through tears because he wanted to talk to him so badly, to touch him and be touched back.

Gerard’s eyes flew open a shocked expression etched on his face.
“Frankie?” He said
“I love you gee.” Frankie said
Gerard turned slowly to face the direction of the voice and the direction of what felt like fingers trailing through his hair.
Green eyes and a beautiful smile that were surrounded with tear stained cheeks greeted him.
“Holy shit! Frankie!” Gerard said as he wrapped his arms around the very shocked boy that sat beside him.
“You see me, you can hear me, and you’re hugging me!” Frankie said. His voice slightly muffled by Gerard’s neck.
“Yes.” Gerard said laughing out loud.
Not sure what to do Gerard pulled Frankie into his lap touching his face, running his hand through his hair and back down his cheeks. Tracing his lips with his fingers.
He crashed his lips into Frankie’s and began to kiss him, letting his tongue explore all the places he’d missed for so long.
They clung to each other not knowing why exactly they could but not caring in the slightest.
“I missed you so much, I love you so much.” Gerard whispered
“ I do too.” Frankie said pulling him back into a kiss.
His hand slid down to his pants sliding under the waistband unbuttoning them. He shifted a little but didn’t leave Gerard’s lap.
His hand gripped the flesh underneath and he began to slowly stroke him.
“Fffrankie, oh , ffrank, this isn’t rright. What are you doing?” Gerard was trying hard to pull away but Frankie held him close.
“Baby, I can feel you, I miss you, I don’t know how long this will last, I don’t even know why I’m here, why I’m real, how you can feel me but you do, and I want to be with you while I can, I want to feel you, I want to make love to you, we never made love, we never had the chance, please. Just be with me, just be mine, for me, just love me.” He said holding Gerard’s eyes with his. He continued pleading in silence.
Gerard wanted this more than he could explain but he wanted Frankie back he wanted to keep him, but he wasn’t sure he would be able to, while he was letting all the questions envelope him, Frankie’s other hand began to trail along his skin. He continued to stroke him, feeling Gerard’s heart speed up his breath quickening.

“Please, gee, just let me be with you.” Frankie said in a whisper.
He kissed his lips again hoping it would encourage gee to stop asking questions. He slipped himself off of the warmth of his lap and slid his pants from his legs taking in the site of him he sighed pulling him closer. His hand slid along his smooth skin, gripping him again he stroked harder than before, forcing a moan from Gerard’s lips. Gerard lay back on the bed watching him as he ran one hand along his chest. Gerard’s hand was stroking Frankie’s hair and face and lips again. Frankie softly slid his hand into Gerard’s and tugged it down to his own hardness.
He climbed on top of him in a tangle of sweat and kissed he breathed him in. His scent enveloped him. Smiling he began to caress him sliding his finger into his entrance he felt him tremble even more underneath him. Lowering himself he took him into his mouth taking all he could he continued to finger him. He was squirming in front of him.
“Frankie, oh Frankie.” He moaned

He continued to lick and he made the entrance as wet as he could with his mouth, he rose up entering him. It was his first time having real sex and it shocked him a little, the intense heat of it filling him with pleasure. He began slowly and though he seemed to be in pain for a min he asked him to continue faster and faster. He did, leaning down to connect their lips as he shoved himself in and out tongues reselling as he took him.

Pleasure contorted both their faces at once, and they came together.
Frank wrapped his arms around the man he loves more than himself.
“Thank you, I love you so much.” He said brushing his lips up against Gerard’s ear.
Gerard gripped him in his arms,
“Thank me? Thank you, baby, I missed you so much. I have never felt anything like that in my life. Please don’t leave me, I don’t think I can be here if you go.” He said staring deep into his eyes. Frankie snuggled as close to him as he could.
“I don’t want to, I want to stay here with you forever. But I don’t think I can.” A tear slid down his cheek as thoughts of him disappearing crept into his mind.
They held each other not letting go even to shift or get comfortable. Gerard’s eyes grew heavy and he fought it with all his might burying his nose into Frankie’s hair. Not wanting sleep to take him away. But sleep won against his desperate fight. Frankie smiled,
“You sleep baby, you just sleep, and I’ll watch you as you do.” He said

“You, how are you here? A voice boomed interrupting Gerard’s sleep.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up, Frankie still lay next to him.
“It was you! You did this! You are the reason he has been trapped her, It was you that took him away from me!” Gerard’s voice rose with his anger.
Frankie sat up his mouth gaping open when he saw the figure that was glaring at him, the same that Gerard’s yelling was aimed at.
“Dad?” he said.
His dads harsh voice softened,
“Frankie, I’m so sorry, I was stupid and angry and I hate myself for what I did, I would trade places with you if I could. I wish I could make this right.” He said tears streaming down his tired cheeks.
“I forgive you, I always forgave you.” Frank said.
“I would trade if I could.” The man said and sank to his knees in front of the ghost of his son.
He pulled the boy from the bed against his shuddering body, his tears landing in his boy’s hair.
A flash of light flooded the room, too bright to look into, Gerard felt his head spin and He was fainting. Falling.
“Frankie!” He tried to say.
“Make it right.” Began to echo in his head and then nothing, blackness.

Gerard sat up with a start the sun streaming through the window. Lying beside him was Frankie. He was sound asleep, and he looked the same. He looked as if he were real.
He kissed his cheek and his eyes fluttered open.
“Gerard, I’m still here?” he said
“Yes, holy fuck! Yes.” He said
“Is this real?” Gerard said as he wiped the hair from in front of Frankie’s eyes.
“Well, all I know is I’m very hungry and I haven’t been hungry for 4 years!”
Gerard pulled him up from the bed and they walked downstairs together. Walking to the front door Gerard opened it. Frankie hesitated, he was afraid it would be like it always was. He had tried to walk through this door countless times, only to find himself back in his bedroom. What if it happened this time too, what if he wasn’t back.
Gerard shoved him through the door and the sun hit his face as he stood in the yard. It was real, he was out, and he was alive.
“I love you.” He said laughing as the reality hit him.
“I love you too, and you will never leave me again.” Gerard said ruffling his hair playfully.
“No I never will.” They began walking towards Gerard’s apartment, their home.
Not even death could separate them.

COMMENT
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I'd been thinking about how I wanted to do this over the last few weeks, and now I've come to a decision. Let's finish out slash month by having one entry posted per night. I've got enough now to finish out the month, and that way anyone who hasn't finished yet or wants to enter another can have that chance. If I have more entries left than days, I'll post all the remainders then. So, here's the first night of slashy, oneshot goodness!! Grinning!

Oh yeah, before we go any further...Please comment here. Read the first post and tell what you think about what you read!

Let the perverse, highlight of the month commence!!!

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These are posted in the order in which I received them and not by my preference or any of that biased bullshit. K? Great!
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#2

Title: Just Try Me, Bitch
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't know, and don’t sue.

You and I have been at odds ever since we were children. In the playgrounds, it was who had the best toy, the deepest hole. Who had what for lunch, whose crush liked them back? Who drew the best picture, which was the teacher’s pet?

Secondary school, it was the other extreme. Who bunked the most, who was in more trouble, more outrageous? Who had the better hair? The better eyes? Who was the one the girls all simpered for and the guys wanted to be? Who got in more fights and smoked more weed and was a bigger
disappointment to their parents?

Growing up in an endless competition made me a hard person. Hard and quick. Together we seemed the worst pair of friends. We fought, we never ran out of insults. I left you in the middle of fields, drunk. You stole my girlfriend. I wrecked your car.

You let me run from the police solo. But even though we drove each other insane, and gave each other every insult and injury they ever invented – and then some- we were the best pair of friends conceivable.

No one came between us, not girls in their short skirts and liprings, and not guys with their lame ideas on what punk rock truly was and how to roll a fat joint.

We were together every minute of the day. You hardly ever went home to that place your parents called a home, and I rarely left mine, stuck inside my bedroom, waiting for you to crawl through the window and start the competition all over again. It became a routine, a replay, and that got boring.
It changed, to who could shock the other the most. You started with drugs, going to the extremes, waiting for me to cry uncle and get you to stop, ceding victory. I never did though, I just travelled through the substances with you and when you were passed out, I dragged you home to your bastard parents and waited with your body for your mind to come back, always in more pieces.

In return, I began to steal and lie. I made people believe I was dying, earning sympathy and reaping the rewards of human kindness. People began to turn a blind eye to the theft that could only be blamed on the ‘poor, terminally ill kid’. You couldn’t believe I got away with it, but it was your turn to raise the bar. You even ratted me out to the police.

But no matter how often you got me into shit, like me, you were there to get me out with a big, fat alibi.

Next you began screwing with people, fucking them up mentally, ruining their lives. You hated it when I joined you in that, but neither of us could get the mind games to work on the other. We fucked up so many people, we were worse than serial killers. But it wasn’t enough.

Next came success. You got it first, your band got the record deal and I was proud internally. Outside, I was harsh to you, critical and mocking. You loved it, you teased me about my band, my dead end.

But I got you back, best friend, when my band got one too. You even jumped ship, because you knew we were so much better than you. So there we were, heading for the top together and still at each other’s throats.

You came back to the tour bus one evening to find me fucking your girlfriend in your bunk and we didn’t speak for two days before letting the insults fly. I know you hated me, but you loved me even more for being such an arsehole. You got me back as well, when you got my fiancé pregnant. Like I cared.

All I cared about was winning this battle between us.

I fucked your sister, fucked her good and hard, taking the virginity she’d cared over for the past sixteen years. I fucked her repeatedly, told her I loved her, lead her on to the point where she would lie around in my bunk and sigh when I ignored her. When I dumped her, you had to took care of the pieces, and I knew the comeback would be awesome.

Only I didn’t expect to find you bashing my brother’s arse all over the bus, fucking him incoherent. That blow was so shocking I didn’t have a comeback to that. You waited, waited with that smirk I’d seen so many times on your face. That smirk I wanted to slap off. Or do something else too.

The final comeback, the next level of our insane friendship came to me so clearly when I saw you brush my brother off for the millionth time and look for my eyes, smiling with that glint in your eyes.

I caught you behind the stage, you were sweating from the show, exhausted and stinking. No one else was around, there were still fans leaving the arena. You asked me about my one missed note no one noticed and I asked you how that solo didn’t go, the one Ray had to rescue. You glared at me, stung even by the most primary of insults.

“You’re an arsehole, you know that Gerard?” you tell me moodily, putting your guitar down and running from hand through your wet hair. I lick my lips and grin at you.

“And so are you. Only I have more interesting ideas for your arsehole,” I tell you, lowering my voice so you have to lean in to hear. Then you frown and look at me, confused.

“What the fuck?”

Then I kiss you and the sun goes down. I push you back onto the dark stage, pushing you down on the drum kit platform. You glance at the fans still leaving the arena, chanting our name and talking excitedly about the explosive show we’d given them. Only this show was more private. I shut up your questions with my lips, ripping off that heavy jacket and ripping your t-shirt off your shoulders.
You were always shorter than me, I’ll always win that. But you were always stronger than me, heavier. You turn me on to my back, sitting across my hips and pulling my jacket and shirt off in the same fashion, lips curling and eyes glinting.

“Did I ever thank you for getting rid of my girlfriend for me?” you ask, and I could only see your dim online from the lights directed on the fans. You still manage to turn me on, even bathed in shadows.

“No. Did I ever thank you for knocking up my wife?” I fired back, sitting up and biting your lip.

You frown and push me back down roughly, dragging your stubby nails down my chest.

“She wasn’t your wife,” you tell me sulkily and I grin through half lowered eyelids.

“Did I hit a nerve?” I teased. You smirk and bend down to kiss me again, sending the heavens reeling.

“I plan to hit several of yours,” you tell me, trying to tell me over. Oh no, I don’t let that happen. I push you off and then I bend you over the platform, fucking you so hard you couldn’t sit for days. You yelled out my name and moaned and groaned and I made you be my bitch, liking having you closer than bickering best friends more than I thought I would.

But, in the end, I won.

You always came first.

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And I bet you thought I was here with tonight's post! Hahah!

Anyway, I think I've pmed everyone that entered, but in case I forgot someone:

I'm a fucking idiot and I hit the wrong button when I was deleting a message, which happened to delete all the oneshots. So resend, k? Sorry for the lack of an entry tonight, but there is no one to blame but me and my stupidity. *sigh*

If I get one in tonight, I'll post it. Grinning!

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Title: Hang 'em High
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“Mikey, we need to talk,” I heard those dreadful words escape his lips and knew that what was to follow wouldn’t exactly be good. I took a deep breath and braced myself for whatever was coming my way, but sadly no amount of deep breathing could have prepared me for what came next.

“Okay,” I said, urging him to get it over with. We were alone in our dressing room backstage, so I knew things wouldn’t be good.

“We need to end this. People know. They’re whispering things behind our backs, and rumors are flying. This doesn’t look good for,” he started, but my hurt and anger was overflowing through my veins and of course, I interrupted him. I had a habit of doing so when we had a disagreement. That was one of my many flaws.

“For who Frank? It doesn’t look good for you? Could you be more selfish? So what, you aren’t perfect. It shouldn’t matter. I… I thought you loved me,” I said, using the corniest line I could muster. It didn’t seem to work too well because his face only softened the tiniest bit.

“If you wouldn’t have interrupted me, I could have told you that it wouldn’t look good for the band as a whole. Come on Mikey; just think about it. The male guitarist and the male bassist are boyfriend and well…boyfriend. Wouldn’t that make you think twice about listening to that band?” I couldn’t believe that he thought this feeble attempt at an excuse was going to work with me. This is coming from the man who wore a pink belt and got the word ‘pansy’ on his guitar just because someone called him gay and he thought it would be funny to fuck with them. If he thought that sorry excuse would work with me, he was sorely mistaken.

“That is the dumbest excuse I have ever heard, Frank. Come on,” I said, my anger showing. He sighed and ran his hand down his face.

“I don’t want the same situation as Gerard,” he said quietly. Gerard?

“What the fuck does my brother have to do with this?” Why the hell was he bringing up Gerard? Gerard did nothing but support us, and he was never in a situation like this.

“Some people hate him Mikes. They say he has changed, and not for the better. I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want people to stop listening to us because of our relationship, you have to see where I am coming from,” he said, almost desperately. I had had enough. There was obviously something he was hiding due to the stupid excuses he was giving me.

“Save it Frank. Just leave me the hell alone. I don’t need you if you are going to be like this,” I told him finally having enough of the conversation. I left the room quickly and headed toward the bus. I felt like my heart had been torn to shreds, but what made it worse was the discovery I came across later that night after the show. Everyone was on the bus and I was dragging behind. As I was walking through the empty parking lot, I heard giggling coming from the side of the building. I moved stealthily over and stood just around the corner so I could hear but not be seen. What I heard made my blood boil. It was Frank.

“Oh my god Brendon, that was hard. I choked, and gave some of the dumbest excuses! I feel kind of bad,” he said with a giggle.

“Oh sweetheart, I would too. That Mikey Way is a hot little piece of ass,” Brendon replied. Frank giggled.

“Yes, but hands off. You are all mine Brendon.” More incessant giggling was heard.

“Yes Frankie, I am,” he said. I had heard enough. I was livid. I had to get payback. I went to the bus and went straight to my bunk. I had a plan; I just needed a way to act upon it.

I had spent all day thinking of my plan, and finally found the perfect opportunity to utilize it. I approached Brendon at the catering table in the backstage area. I ran my finger down his back and gave his ass a small squeeze. Leaning in close to his ear, I whispered,

“Hey sexy. How’s it going?” I felt him tense up and a sexy smirk came across his face. I had never hated him more than I did at this moment.

“It’s going. What’s that? You want to go somewhere private?” He asked. I cringed at the fact that I was going to have to go through with this. I nodded seductively and wiggled my finger for him to follow, and he did like a lost puppy. We approached the My Chem bus and went in quickly, checking to make sure no one was around, but I knew everyone was gone, however Frank was due back anytime now because I had texted him and told him to meet me on the bus in twenty minutes to show him a new bass line I had written, but Brendon didn’t have to know. As soon as he realized the bus was empty, he crashed his lips on to mine. As much as I despised him, my body was responding quickly.
He ground his hips in to mine and I could feel his erection straining against his jeans.

He moved down and unzipped my pants, pulling out my dick and taking it in his mouth. I had to admit that it felt amazing. I moaned out in pleasure as he bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue around my length. I heard someone fumbling with a key at the bus door and I knew this was it. This was my moment of payback, and it was perfect timing because I was about to cum. As soon as the bus door opened I pulled my length from Brendon’s mouth and came, accidentally shooting it all over his face. I didn’t mean to, but I imagined that would just piss off Frank even more. I moaned loudly as the last of my liquid came out, and I turned to see Frank, taking in the scene with a horrified look on his face. I smiled innocently.

“Oops Frankie. I don’t think that this is going to look good for the band.”

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I've re-received three oneshots so far and have also received a new entry, so I have enough to keep posting for a few days Smile

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Title: Retribution
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31st October 2022 – Deserted warehouse, Bellville New Jersey.

The smell of blood, old blood mingling with fresh, had him running his tongue over his lips. With a sigh he picked up his pace, the feeling that had unsettled him, rousing him from sleep was still there. It was trying to break free, trying to escape from its prison, that wasn’t about to happen, he had worked too hard for it all to come apart now.
The stairwell leading to the basement was dark, but he didn’t draw out his flashlight, there was no point, the batteries had given up the minute he walked up the driveway. No he would have to do this without. Not that it really bothered him, the light was more habit than anything else these days, he could see well enough as it was. Of course that didn’t mean he could go running down those stairs without a second thought, if they gave way he could meet a nasty end, he wasn’t immortal, well not yet.
Slowly he went down, his shadow swallowed up by the blackness, each step creaked a protest but held. Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen. Thirteen steps to the basement, he couldn’t hold back a smile at the irony.
The door gave him no problem, it may have been old, but the hinges were well-oiled and it had only been opened the night before.
“You took your time.” There was no emotion in the voice; it was merely a statement of fact.
“I’m sorry.” He moved forward, frustrated that he was already on the back foot, already apologising for something he wasn’t actually sorry for.
“No you’re not.” An irritated sigh passed perfect lips.
“No I suppose I’m not.” He shrugged, confidence in the upper hand in their game.
“You still miss it don’t you.”
“No.”
“He’s not a patch on me, can’t play or fuck as well as me.”
“I wouldn’t know.” Again he felt like he was on the back foot, and he didn’t like it. Ten years he had cheated it out of its reward, up until tonight it had sounded resigned to it’s fate, that he was the stronger hand now, but tonight something was different.
“There’s no point lying. I know you remember, you can’t hide anything from me. I can smell him on you.” Was there a hint of jealousy in his voice?
“Ok so we fuck, you didn’t think you were the only one did you? That our arrangement was exclusive?”
“No.”
“Well why does it bother you so much?” He stepped closer, looking at the creature nailed to the cross in the centre of the room. It hadn’t been necessary but he liked the poetic irony.
“Maybe it’s because you haven’t had any for so long.” He smirked. He knew what drove the creature, knew what it liked and he had withheld it for so long now, draining its power day by day until he was finally free. It wouldn’t be long now.
“Nah I can wait.” Again a hint of something different in its voice; something that made him cold, deep in the pit of his stomach.
He moved close enough to be able to touch it, run his fingers over the heavily inked skin. Long fingernails broke the surface and he brought bloodied fingers up to his lips and sucked them provocatively.
“I bet you wish these were your cock.” He smirked, wiggling pink-tinged fingers in front of its face. Taunting it with the smell, eyeballs long since gone.
It hissed as those long fingers trailed down over it’s abdomen, nails scraping through coarse hair.
“Would you like that, would you like me to suck you. Call it a birthday present. A thank you for all you did for me.” He dropped to his knees making as if to do it.
Then he laughed, “But I forgot, I can’t. You don’t have anything to suck anymore do you.” As if to emphasise the point he shoved his fingers into the tattered flesh at the juncture of it’s thighs.
“We had a deal.” It hissed at him.
“Oh I know, I just decided I didn’t like the terms. “ He grinned, trailing blood from the re-opened wounds up and over its flesh, following the patterns that were etched into the skin.
“The fans love him you know.”
“Really.”
“Yea, they think he’s better than you, prettier than you.” Oh he was winning, there was no way this pathetic creature could ever hurt him now. For a moment he even considered letting it free.
Then it all changed.
“Just let me go.” It spoke quietly, it’s voice almost pleading. “You loved me once.”
He sighed, it was true, at the beginning it seemed like a good idea, seemed like a plan. He had trusted and, yea, loved it. Enjoyed everything that it did to him and took pleasure in how he could please it. But as the time progressed he grew bored, he had everything he had ever dreamed of, millions falling at his feet, offers that he could not refuse. His band-mates had worried over this change in him, after the fourth album.
It had started with a rushed marriage, then the final argument that had seen their guitarist leave. Sure the band had had success after success, award after award, but it was as if he had there was no soul in it, nothing driving him like before. Eventually even his brother had pretty much given up on him, they never spoke now, unless it was about the next record, or the tour. His life was hollow, as if he had outlived it.
For the first time in ten years he realised that no matter what he did, it would still have his soul, his heart. Everything he had done to it enforced it, he had willingly given it his heart, and there were no refunds.
“If I let you go, what will happen to me?”
“I think you know the answer to that.” It’s voice was soft, even after all the beatings, the loss of its eyes, the ruin of its body, it held no malice. For a moment he even thought he saw pride in the ruined face.
“I did love you.” His voice cracked, realisation of what he had done finally breaking him. If he kept it locked down here, he would still have his fortune and fame, but he would never have what he had really craved from the beginning, love. It still loved him, and he had betrayed it.
With a soft chuckle the creature pulled free of the nails, a sickening pop as they slid from its hands. Bones cracking back into place as it stepped forward, skin beginning to shimmer with a soft red glow.
“How?” Then he looked up and realised that the devil’s trap painted on the ceiling had long crumbled to dust, why hadn’t he noticed? More importantly why hadn’t it gone?
A soft laugh broke out behind him. Turning around he gasped. The demon was whole and grinning at him.
“Frank?”
He started backing up, the demon matching him pace for pace until he hit the wall. Eyes flashing from red, to black as it closed the distance.
“You really think you could best me Gerard, you really think that I am that stupid.” Frank smiled, running a finger down Gerard’s chest.
“But it’s been ten years. Ten more than you gave me. Why wait?” he hated the waver in his voice, hated that Frank could still pull such strong emotions from him.
Frank placed a finger on his lips, silencing him
“I already have your soul, you know that now.” Frank chuckled.
“So why?”
“I was curious to see how far you would go, see just what you would do in the name of love..” Frank’s fingers were working their way up under his shirt, black talons teasing at the pale flesh.
“And?”
“You went further than I thought you capable. You impressed me.” Frank dropped a hand, and began to stroke his thighs.
Gerard couldn’t hold back a moan as Frank started to palm him through his jeans.
“See you still want me, still need me. Admit it.” Dark red eyes flashed hungrily.
“But I don’t understand, how...after...?”
“Oh you mean after you took my eyes, my manhood?”
Gerard nodded, remorse filling every inch of him.
“A glamour that was all, I let you believe you had done it, wanted to see how you would play your game. You could never harm me.”
“But you were trapped.”

“For a while, but old plaster is so fragile, it cracked a long time ago.”
“So why?” Gerard was resigned to the fact that he was about to die, and found it held no horror for him. But he was curious to know why Frank hadn’t destroyed him sooner.
“I still wanted you, still loved you, you are the only soul that has ever had that effect on me.” Frank pressed his lips at the pulse point on his neck. Moving up to his ear. “I still want to fuck you, taste you. But you have to come with me willingly.”
“I don’t understand.” Gerard was fighting the urge to cum under Frank’s ministrations and was struggling to concentrate on what was being said.
“It’s simple. You have proved yourself worthy of my right hand. My deputy, my lover, for always.”
Frank pulled away, his eyes settling back to a normal colour, skin no longer glowing.
“You know what I am, and yet you could not let me go.”
“But I tortured you, I hated you.”
“No you didn’t, you hated yourself, for your weakness. Punishing me was a way of punishing yourself. There has always been a fine line between love and hate, and for someone to hate me as much as you did only confirmed how much you loved. You never really stopped loving me Gee. Never.” Frank smiled.
Gerard whimpered as Frank covered his mouth with his, tongue forcing it’s way between his lips. Fingers easily removing clothes until he was as naked as Frank, without preamble Frank took him. Hard rough thrusts that had him screaming in pain, sobbing with relief, begging for release as he gave himself over to the creature that would always have him. There was no escape, he truly belonged in hell, and it actually didn’t bother him. Tangling his fingers in Franks hair he pulled the demon into a searing kiss, oblivious to the flames that were now licking at the walls of the building, all that mattered was Frank.

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Title: Science Fiction, Double Feature
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"I'm going to kill you all for this." Ray's voice was muffled behind the bathroom door, but they heard it clearly enough. They all laughed anyway.

"C'mon, Toro, it can't be that bad," Frank giggled, taking off his fake eyeglasses and cleaning the smudgy plastic on his trousers.

"Yeah, just look at what they're making me wear." Mikey adjusted first his sparkly pinstriped hot shorts, which were actually a little too big, then the matching strapless top that was already making him chafe. "The fact that I had to have Alicia sew this for me just makes it all the worse."

"Dude, you at least get to wear pants."

Bob fidgeted with his wig as he entered from the bunks. "What's he whining about now?" He inquired, straightening his hunched back stuffing within his jacket with a smirk.

"He's whining again about having to wear Magenta's costume." Gerard lounged on the bus couch, completely unfazed by his own couture. It made a person speculate how often exactly he walked around in nothing but tight black women's lingerie and platform heels. "I say, suck it up and be glad they didn't vote for you to go as Janet."

"This is no less humiliating."

"Ray, it's not as though you can turn back now. You already let them wax you for it."

"That waxing was against my will and you know it!"

Matt stepped up into the bus engrossed in a paperback and automatically became the most normally dressed person onboard. "You've got about thirty until show time, guys, let's get snapping- oh, Christ." He'd looked up from his book to deliver the order and ended up with a view of Gerard's legs in gartered black fishnets. "Frank, why did you let the fans vote for this year's Halloween show costumes?"

Frankie giggled. "It's my fucking birthday and I want to celebrate with the fans. Besides, this was a great idea. I'm surprised we never went Rocky Horror before now."

"I know, right? I've never felt more in character before." Gerard stretched out further on the couch, a contented smile playing across his black lipsticked lips.

"For fuck's sake, Gerard, put on a robe or something." Frank got up from the couch and knocked gently on the bathroom door. "C'mon, Ray, trot your big goofy ass out here and show us how pretty you look in your dress."

"Go to Hell."

"Ray, don't be cross." It was a well-known fact that there was little Frank loved more than screwing with him. It caused him to receive the coldest of shoulders at least once a week.

"Go to Hell."

Frankie lifted a finger to his lips as he turned back to the others and winked. "Alright, fine, Ray, you don't have to- Bob! Put back that Ben & Jerry's!"

A blur of black and lace emerged from the bathroom as Ray focused in on his falsely accused bandmate. "Get your hands off my Chunky Monkey, you son of a bitch!" It took him a few seconds to let his rage disappear and remember that he was wearing a black cocktail dress, ruffled apron, and black tights and heels. He disappeared back into the bathroom just in time for everyone else's minds to catch up as well and laugh their asses off.

Choking back his giggling, Frankie went in after him, smiling slyly as he locked the door and stepped over to the shower where Ray had hidden himself away. His bandmate sulked as he pulled back the curtain. "C'mon, babe, it's not nearly as bad as you're making it out to be. Your legs do look fantastic."

"You were a Nazi in a past life." The beskirted guitarist pouted, but let the smaller pull him out and manuever him into sitting on the closed toilet seat. He didn't complain when Frank straddled his knees.

"Now be good and hold still," Frank giggled, taking his eyeliner stick from the sink. Ray shut his eyes in frustration, but didn't squint them, allowing the kohl to be applied in thick lines along his eyelashes. "See?" The smaller leaned in and placed small pecks across his face, barely grazing the skin. "It's not even half bad."

His silence answered for him in the resounding negative. "Ah, Papi, I told you not to be cross with me." The kisses became more localized on his lips and were joined by Frank's best puppy dog eyes, but still to no effect. "Do you want me to help with the lipstick, too?"

"NO, I will put on the lipstick myself." As many times as he'd seen the infamous and elusive Angry Toro face, Frankie was still frightened and wounded when he saw it aimed at him now. The Toro Cold Shoulder, he'd most definitely gotten used to; hell, he thought it was the cutest damn thing he'd ever seen. But seeing Ray angry was something that was just too rare and terrifying a sight to not be scared of.

Ray's resolve slowly chipped away as a tear rolled down his friend's cheek, his sweet green eyes downcast like a scolded child. "Frankie...no, don't be like that..." His face softened and he reached up to wipe it away, lingering on his cheek. "I'll stop complaining. You just have to understand, I feel pretty ridiculous right now. After all, how often do you see a six-foot-tall fully waxed rock star in a maid's costume?" A small chuckle escaped him despite himself and he kissed Frank's pouting lips.

"I know, I'm just sorry for making fun of you." Frank kissed him back, wrapping his short arms around his neck. "I know you're feeling awkward, I just can't pass up the chance to poke a sore spot. You know me."

"Yes, I can see where you'd be tempted. You're such a little sadist."

"You know you love it." His smirk returning, Frankie scooted his hips further up Ray's legs, moving the skirt of the dress with him. "I wasn't kidding, y'know, your thighs do look incredible. Mmmm, and those arms.....I always do enjoy an excuse to stare at your muscles."

"Yeah, the ones I do have," Ray rolled his eyes.

"Oh, shut the fuck up. I enjoy every single inch of you..." He resumed dropping kisses across his face with more vigor, pressing harder as he reached his neck, set on driving his friend wild. "In fact, I'm contemplating enjoying my favorite ten inches right now..."

"Frankie, not right now. We've got to get ready. After..." Half-heartedly pushing him away for a few moments, Ray gave in and let him go about his ministrations, placing his arms around his hips to pull him still closer.

"Either be sincere when you protest or quit your bitching." Tattooed hands slipped down under the black skirt and played across the waistband of grey Jockeys. Frank pouted a bit in disappointment. "Awww, what a shame. I was kinda hoping you'd wear panties to match, but eh....I imagine it would be hard to find some big enough to restrain this..."

Ray groaned into the smaller man's neck as he cupped the fast-expanding muscle through the cotton. "Baby, don't fucking tease me...we need to go..."

"Relax, Papi, we won't be late." Frank slid himself down from Ray's legs until his knees hit the floor, pulling the briefs along with him to rest against the kitten-heeled Mary Janes. "Just enjoy..." With one last evil smirk, his head disappeared under the many layers and his lips closed around the head of his bandmate's now swollen cock.

"Shit......Frank..." Ray choked on his words as the smaller tongued his slit, throwing his head back and guiding him through the fabric. The warmth of Frank's mouth slowly bobbed its way down his length until the tip hit the back of his throat, hips threatening to buck as he hummed and sent the vibration running up the larger's spine.

It was all he could take when Frank pulled back and began running his talented tongue up and down the throbbing vein on the underside. "Mmmmm...I fucking love your taste, Papi..." Frankie groaned and went back to licking the head, one hand slipping its way down to palm himself through his trousers.

"Off..." Ray growled, hand fumbling to get under the skirt and thread through Frank's gel-slicked hair. "Get your fucking pants off..."

Obediently, Frank pulled himself out from under the skirt and stood, smirking evilly as he looked his bandmate in the eye and began undoing his khakis. "I'm gonna have to make you crossdress more often. Throw on some taffeta and you're all for fucking me dry in the bathroom." He chuckled and let his pants slip off, revealing the fact that he'd foregone underwear that day. His own pink cock stood at attention, pulsing and hard at its liberation.

Large hands reaching out to grab bare skin, Ray pulled the lithe body to him, moving the dress out of the way and making Frank straddle one of his thighs backwards for the time being. One arm holding him in place, the other moved to force three fingers into the smaller's mouth. "Suck, bitch..." Ray's voice was gruff with lust, making Frank moan out quietly and grind down as he moved his tongue to coat the digits. As abruptly as they were forced in, they were removed, only to move their way south and start the task of getting him stretched.

Hissing from the initial sting, Frankie still found himself pressing back against the three long fingers, eagerly anticipating what was to come. "Just take me already..." he grumbled, reaching up to grasp Ray's curls. "I'm as ready as I ever am for your cock..."

"Forgive me for thinking you might want to be able to walk later..." With more force than he'd ever used before, Ray shifted Frankie's hips over and practically impaled the smaller man on his waiting member, fingertips already pressing bruises into the soft skin over the swallow tattoos.

Frank screamed out in a twisted mix of pain and pleasure, his body feeling a familiar sense of confusion over the whole ordeal. How he'd come to crave the sick joy he got from being split in two in this manner, he feared he didn't want to know. His legs, having been moved to dangle over Ray's, found a mind of their own and wrapped around those beneath him, forcing his already over-stretched opening to take in more. Small mewling whimpers soon escalated to whorish moans as his spot was thrust up into steadily, reveling in the way he'd made his friend completely lose control.

Meanwhile, Ray was fighting a battle of epic proportions between his conscience and his desire. As much as he knew he should take it easy on his bandmate, if he wanted to be able to play properly in less than half an hour, something feral had been released within him and he wanted nothing more than to pound Frankie into oblivion. His body only listened to the latter reasoning and was doing just that.

Before long, Frank could sense that all-too familiar disappointment that it was coming to an end, reaching over to gather some bath tissue off the roll and clamping it over his head. With one last slam of their hips together, both men had release, groaning in unison as they spilled. Ray wrapped his arms around Frankie and pulled him into his chest, panting into his now-sweaty shirt. Exhausted from their exertions, the smaller let his head loll back onto his friend's shoulder.

When his strength returned, he stood up gingerly and turned to face Ray, brushing his wild hair from his eyes. "Do you want to clean up and get out of here, then?"

With a sigh and the faintest glint of a smirk, Ray replied, "I ask for nothing...master..."

The bizarreness and irony of the moment was not lost on him as he leaned in once more to nip that plush bottom lip. "And you will receive it...in abundance..."

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Angel didn't have to ask questions, because she already knew the answers…or at least she thought she knew the answers to what had been going on. Her fingers caressed the pine box with a feather's touch, there was no way this could be happening, but in her mind's eyes, it was. She couldn't ignore the stranger who had stopped by and gave her Frankie's journal, it had been two days and she still could not bring herself to look at it. What kinds of secrets were being kept from her and their family? She didn't know if their mother could take anymore surprises, not after their father had died so slowly and yet so suddenly. She put her hand to her mouth and choked back a sob or maybe it was bile clawing its way up her esophagus… it was hard to tell these days, she had been doing both a lot lately.

She slammed the door behind her and drove to the house that she and her brother once lived in, a smile touched her lips. She had always thought that they had lived such a wonderful life, everything was taken care of and they had no need to worry about anything. She was a graphic artist and there was always work waiting for her, while her brother played in a local band. They actually got a lot of work at the clubs and dances that came around, she had always been so proud of him. He was living his dream life it seemed, he was never unhappy at least that's what he made her think. But somewhere deep within; she had always felt that he had been hiding something from her. But she just couldn't bring herself to believe that Frankie felt so far from her that he could not confide in her.

When they were children, for a time all they had was each other, their parents had been going through a hard time in their marriage and fought bitterly over whatever it was. To this day, her mother wouldn't speak of what it was about and their father simply shrugged it off as simple spousal problems. This always bothered her, what kind of secrets could their own parents be keeping, further more what secrets had Frankie been keeping? But she was almost sure she'd never find out. That is if she never peaked inside the leather binding of his world. But she wasn't sure she'd be able to do it, she was afraid of what she would find out…but would it hurt her more if she never knew?

The leather binding lay on the table, collecting dust and leaving a nice smooth surface under it…the longer it laid there in front of her the more her will crumbled and it wasn't long before the soft padding of her fingers turned to the first page, slowly as she tried to delay what her eyes were about to falls upon.

I suppose this is the first time I'll be writing in this useless thing, he always tells me that it's good to get my thoughts out of my head. But there's not really much going on in there when he's always so close to me…God he's all that I can ever think about when he's so deep…so hot, its almost like he's burning me alive, it feels so damn good. I can't get enough of him; no one has ever made me feel like this…No woman has ever tried. I can't believe I waited so long to be with him. But I was afraid, I couldn't let my family know about him, my obsession with his body, I mean fuck…I hardly wanted to believe it myself. He showed me the way though, he opened me up to so many things, pleasure in life I couldn't even begin to dream of on my own. My dark angel made me more than I was by myself; he filled me with a passion and a life. It was everything I had been missing, my life, my work…wasn't enough, there had been a hole somewhere in my that I couldn't even begin to fill, I didn't even try because I didn't know what it was I was feeling…until he came...

There was an air of eeriness that crept from those pages, this man that was speaking was not her brother but this was his hand writing. Those were words she never knew he would even think to speak. But to her strange horror, she knew that this was him, his journal which she had seen on several occasions. The journal her father had gotten him when he was off in ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Germany on a business trip, he delivered computer parts and electronics to various companies around the world. He was always bringing them all sorts of gifts…but as far as she knew this was the first time Frankie had actually written in it and this was the first time she even knew he was interested in men.

People always said that you knew when those closest to you were gay, you were able to sense it, feel it but Frankie hid it very well. He was always buried in the band which wasn't anything that anyone found odd; he was a young man who was trying to make it big. No one in the world thought anything of it; all he wanted was to fulfill a dream he had. She closed her eyes and breathed shallowly, wondering if their mother had any idea about Frankie and if she did why didn't she ever ask Angel about it? She didn't have much time to think more into it, the phone rang and it was her mother, she bit her lip and tried not to spill over with question about whether or not she knew her son had been gay all this time. But in the end she supposed it was better if her mother never knew…what good would it do now?

The conversation ended after an hour of speaking about her brother and how things were going, of course she kept a strong front for her mother…she had lost more than a husband this last year, she didn't have the heart to break down in front of her because it would just make this entire ordeal worse for them both.

The pages of the binding flipped a bit as the wind blew through an open window; almost as if someone was whimpering to her to read more, she didn't want to but an unseen force seemed to drag her to the table and push her into the chair. She chewed on her lower lip nervously as she looked down at the words and almost started crying…

He did it again today, tied me down and fucked me until I was screaming and bleeding, I don't know what I've done to make him so angry the last few days…I'm kind of scared of what's going on with him but he always cries and begs for my forgiveness and I always give in. I'm not sure what to believe anymore…but I don't think it matters because I can't leave him. I need him; he's the closest thing I've had to happiness in such a long time. All those boys in high school were never like him, they can't make me cum as hard. I fucked them all too, some more than once because they were the best I could find at the time. But they all, all of them pale in comparison because he's a God among the weak…my God.

She couldn't believe what she was reading, one minute he fears for his safety and the next he's praising and craving him like some street side whore who needs her fix. Angel went from sadness, to fear, to confusion in a few short moments. Why didn't her brother call this man out by name, why was he always referring to him as 'he' or 'God'? She had to get answers and she had to find out why this stranger had given her this…why did she need to know any of this in the first place?

She looked over the next few pages which continued to speak of this 'God' and his actions toward her brother, violence to passion and everything in between. It wasn't in a great amount of detail, mostly about the toys he used and the way he made him bleed when he started to get angry and Frankie still didn't understand why this man was angry …

Today he tied me to the floor and shoved a vibrator up me like it was nothing, he twisted it until I screamed and begged for him to stop…but he just continued to shove it in deeper and harder until I was crying. That's when he shoved his cock into me and fucked me until I was limp. He said he wanted me nose to bleed, it didn't but other parts of me did. Even after he untied me, someone else came in and I couldn't believe who it was…I had no idea that his friend was into guys, I also didn't know that he wanted to make me bleed too. They used me up like I was toy. He told me that I hadn't been good enough and I didn't deserve anything less than being treated like a whore…I screamed at him and told him I was done with him, I didn't want anything else to do with him. He laughed at me and told me I wouldn't ever be able to leave him.

He was wrong though, I did leave I went home and cleaned up…Angel asked if I was ok. I lied to her, I couldn't let her know what a dirty bitch I was and what I had been doing because she wouldn't ever understand what it was like for me…What it was like to have dad call me a Faggot in front of our mother and the look my mother gave me…She'd never understand what it was like to nearly have our parents…the parents who were suppose to love us unconditionally nearly disown me and kick me out. I had to promise I'd never touch another man and I had to get a girlfriend and go confess to the church what a dirty whore of a son I had been.

There was only silence in the room, save for the gasping sobs that escaped her lips…she now knew what the arguments had been about and why her brother seemed to take a sudden interest in church and damnation…no it wasn't his interest, it was his way of buying their parents love. She sniffled softly and shook her head, she couldn't believe, didn't want to believe that her parents could do that to their own son. They had seemed so open and so supportive of everything that they had done.

She shook her head and whispered to herself, "How could they have done this to you Frankie?" How could they have done this to her little brother, she would of killed to see him happy, no matter what…she loved her brother more than anything.

I went back to him…I couldn't stand it any longer, the void; the hole that was in me was starting to eat me alive. I had stayed away from his bed for a full month and it nearly killed me. I guess he was right, I'm nothing without him, that crooked smile of his and those eyes…he's so beautiful when he smiles. I'd give anything to see him smile you know? But he only truly smiles when I'm bleeding for him and screaming…so that's what I'll do for him, I'll bleed and I'll scream as loud as I can just to keep him around. The more I do it, the less often he invites others to make me scream for him.

She had to stop again, she didn't want to read anymore so she skipped about fifty pages because it was telling the same thing and it just continued to speak of the violent and passionate sex; which seemed to get increasingly violent. She didn't want to know, didn't want to think about what Frankie had been through for this guy or why he loved him so much.

It hurts really badly today and I know why he's been acting like this…It's because I wasn't enough for him, nothing I did was enough. I walked in on him with one of his friends, I didn't say anything though…I was a good pet and I left the house. The truth is, I can't leave him because I'm nothing without him. I need him and he'll never know how much I need him…So I'm going to make sure he knows this time because I'm going to give him all the blood he'll ever need.

Angel slammed the journal shut as she sank back into the chair, she didn't know what this man had done to her brother to make him so dependent but she wanted to know…why he had made her brother do this…

"…Frankie…Why?" She whimpered softly and choked back the sobs and the knots in her stomach. She didn't want to believe that this had really happened to her little brother nor did she understand why she had to know any of this.

"I'll tell you why…I wanted to see your face as you read those last fucking pages of your little brother's dairy." Her eyes shot open as she stared up into that crooked smile which held so much hate for her and she couldn't comprehend why…

"Don't tell me your confused doll…I'm the boy you wouldn't even give the time of day to, the one who was made a laughing stock of the school, all because of you. Are you catching on now sugar?" She whimpered softly and covered her face before he could make full contact with her flesh; it made her hand sting harshly.

She remembered the boy, he was one of the jocks…he was kind of short but he made his plays well and everyone wanted him, but she never found the time to date or be interested…all she wanted was to get into college. He had asked her for a date after a game in front of the football team and everything, apparently it was some bet and she outright refused him. They had laughed and she left him there, she never noticed the outrage in his eyes after she turned away, because he simply laughed it off, "Can't win them all."

"No one ever fucks with me princess." She didn't even see it coming; only felt the hair pin penetrate her throat and the blood pool around the junction of her shoulder…

The God Frankie once adored gave an empty smile before exiting…no trace evidence would be found and the murder weapon would be history before anyone knew she was dead.

"Tell you little brother hello for me."

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Title: That's What I Get
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I’m not used to this. I’m not used to – well, let’s be totally honest about it – not having my girlfriend calling me to talk, always sending messages to my phone, pouncing on me as soon as I get on my laptop. It’s weird, that feeling of not-being-missed. Weird and not altogether pleasant.

What’s worse is the way the rest of the guys have decided I need my mind taking off it, and that I ought to be kept busy, and so I barely get a moment’s peace. It’s pissing me off, because all I really want is a while to just be by myself and sit and be miserable. I’ve never believed in the whole ‘pretend nothing’s wrong’ strategy after a break-up, I just like time to give in to my inner moody teenager, brood and write crappy poetry, get it out of my system. Which apparently seems to offend everyone, especially my brother I might add, else’s idea of don’t-give-in-to-the-angst. Aided and abetted by you.

You managed not to gloat when I told you what had happened, which was good, because otherwise I would have fucking decked you. But still, you looked at me with those wide, eager eyes – eyes saying clearly you saw this as an opportunity, you were inwardly whooping gleefully at the chance to have me to yourself – and that was enough.

Enough for me to studiously avoid you for the next two weeks, as much as is possible when we’re supposed to be recording together. If I was alone and you came in to the room, I’d damn well get up and go find some of the others, so when you came trailing in with that disappointed-puppy expression, you couldn’t corner me and start picking up where we left off.

I know it’s pissing you off, and I really don’t care. In fact, I’m glad. You’re really the reason she broke up with me, that’s what was at the bottom of all her snarling about not wanting to share me with the band and not being able to spend her whole life waiting for me. Beneath all that was her half-formed intuitions of the drunken evenings and giddy nights after shows we’ve spent together, the kisses and the gropes, the mornings we’ve woken up on the bus, curled together in the same bunk. And I know you’re desperate for it to start again … so up yours. You’re not getting what you want this time around.

What I didn’t bank on was today.

Bob happens to know a few people here in LA, where we’re recording, and got invited to a party. Not a classy, star-studded kind of party, (come on, this is Bob we’re talking about) just your ordinary party with friends – loud rock music, drinks, a fair amount of idiocy. Fun fun fun. Anyway, Toro goes where Bob goes generally, it’s like they’re joined at the hip, I swear, and the pair of them talked Gerard into coming along. Not that that took a lot of work, he likes that kind of idiocy. Then the three of them started up this campaign for me to come along. By now they really should be less surprised than they were that I flatly refused.

They kept on at me until I told them I’d rather scratch out my eyeballs. That shut them up pretty quick. Bob looked at me like a parent looks at a recalcitrant toddler, Ray seemed as horrified as if I actually had scratched my eyeballs out, and good old Gerard made the right exasperated noises but I knew inside he was laughing like the sick gore fiend he is. The upshot of that conversation was Toro is having me committed, and they were going to the party alone.

Of course, I told them to take you. Since you’ve been so lonely recently.

Bob gave me another parent look. This time a parent-to-bitchy-teenager-fighting-with-a-sibling look. I’ve no idea how much the rest of the boys know about our … antics … but if anyone’s got it figured out, my money is on Bob. The look he gave me then seemed like he knew everything, even things I don’t know. I resisted the urge to tell him I was sure he’d understand if he’d had an insistent puppy dog of a shadow following him around the last fortnight, trying to take advantage of the fact he was now single to fuck him into next week.

Yes, Frankie darling. That’s you.

So the three of them have gone off to go participate in some mildly intoxicated stupidity, and I dare to hope I’ve been left in peace, that you’ve gone with them.

It’s seriously weird being alone when you’re used to having your privacy invaded by four other guys, all four of them mental in their own ways. (I mean that affectionately.) Weird, but the kind of weird I could take advantage of. The house we’re recording in is pretty big, big enough that we have a bedroom each, and Toro’s happens to have a pretty large balcony with a nice view. Call me strange, but I like a nice picturesque view when I’m brooding, so I head up there.

I snag a drink on the way, so I sit on the balcony, drinking a little and watching the sky gradually go red, and not thinking about you.

That plan is working excellently – really – until I hear footsteps behind me. I glare at the balcony railing and say loudly, “Frank, you have ten seconds to leave and pretend you never were here, or I’ll knock you out.”

I can hear the infuriating grin in your voice as you say, “It’s okay. I’m down with that shit.”

I swear your mind is twisted. Normal people do not read stuff into things the way you do. I turn around and give you a death-stare. “Okay. I’ll make it plainer. Fuck off.”

A normal person would have stalked off, but no, you come crouch down behind me and speak in my ear, voice low and beguiling. “You’ve been avoiding me …”

“Yep,” I say brightly. “And I wonder why that could be.” Your hand slides across my back to rest on my hip. “It’s not like you have a problem with keeping your hands to yourself, or anything.”

You ignore me, which pisses me off even more. I swear to God, I have no idea why everyone thinks I’m a harmless piece of candyfloss when I have a temper on me that’s been known to have fatalities. Oblivious to this, you murmur in my ear, “I’ve been missing you so much, doll …”

I can’t stand being called ‘doll’, and the goddam huskiness of your voice and my own response to it infuriates me. “Well, I suggest to get used to it. Now get lost.” I stand up and push away from you, turning away so I don’t have to look at your face.

“Aaaw, come on.” You stand up too, and rest your hands on my shoulders, massaging gently. Ooh, you manipulative bitch. You know damn well how much I like that, how hard I have to fight not to melt into your arms like some star-struck girl. “I know you’re upset, but we don’t have to fight …”

I spin around and shove your hands away, glaring. “You are really grinding my last nerve, Frank. I’m too tired to deal with your bullshit.”

No reply. You just look at me from under that long fringe of yours, in that way you have … that incredibly, infuriatingly sexy way you have. Damn you, Frank. Why the hell do you have to be so pretty? I’m holding your wrists away from you and glaring and all I’m really thinking about is how you look lying on a bed, all white skin and those wonderful tattoos. Damn you.

“Fuck it,” I sigh, and let go of you.

I turn to leave, and now you have something to say. You scoot round to get in front of me and say, “Why the hell are you taking this out on me, huh, Mikey? If you’d ever stopped to think about the fact that – oh, hey, you have a girlfriend – any time we were sleeping together you might have a point, but you didn’t, did you?”

So: he’s gorgeous, he can manipulate me better than anyone, and he’s right. Why is this allowed? How is it fair? “Oh, just get lost.”

“Oh, it’s ‘get lost’ now, is it? That’s nice. When you’re not actually cheating, it’s ‘get lost’. I like that, that really does just take the fucking cake –”

“Shut up,” I say, and kiss you so hard I slam you against Ray’s bedroom window. I can’t help it, what with the angry intensity snapping in your eyes, and the pent-up energy whirring under my skin. The tension’s too much to be borne, two weeks of frustration and months more of restraint are bursting out, breaking the dam.

You don’t struggle, but surrender to it. Your fingers run through my hair, raking my scalp and tugging at the strands around my neck, while your tongue twists around mine with all the force of your anger. Through my jeans I can feel your erection as I press my knee between your legs. One hand slides down across your smooth stomach, down towards the waistband of your jeans, while the other gropes to find the handle of the door to inside.

My hand finds it, and I shove the door open and with an arm around your slim waist I pull you inside. Still kissing, we both stumble on the doorframe and fall, hitting the floor with a thud. My knees protest at the pain but I really don’t care, because you’re underneath me, with your hands running down my back, over my hips, groping at my ass, your cheeks flushed and looking so damn inviting.

I reach down to pull at your fly, push your jeans down over your hips. You chuckle against my neck. “You miss me too, huh, doll?”

Goddam you. “Frank, don’t call me that ever again, hear me?” Hands on your shoulders, I spin you over so my chin is hooked over your shoulder and I press my hips against you, making you moan. “I’m not a girl.”

You don’t have a chance to reply as I push my own jeans and boxers down and grip your ass. “Fuck…” you groan slowly, making me grin. I slide two fingers into you and scissor them. “Jesus … if this is the reaction it gets …” With your head arched back over my shoulder and your tongue caressing your flushed lips like that as you speak, I can’t hold on any longer. I tighten my grip on your hips and push myself inside you. Your voice rises to a half-scream, “Remind me to piss you off more!”

I almost laugh, but it’s more of a moan, a wail of pleasure, because this feels incredible. I pick up a tempo, fast and hard, and I know it’s probably too much for you but I don’t really care when it feels so good. Still, you’re equal to it, the little snarls wrenched from your throat tell me you’re enjoying it just as much as I.

You’re running your hands around yourself, I know, and that’s all for the best I guess, because there is no way I’m gonna last long like this. We’re both whimpering, gasping with lust, the noises you’re making only turning me on even more, and you know it … When I lick the hollow of your throat, I can taste your sweat, feel the trembles of your skin and the vibrations of your moaning.

And then I feel the waves building through my stomach and the ragged edges of my bitten nails draw blood along your stomach as I hit my climax. I bite down on your shoulder to muffle the rising scream in my throat, and then I feel the shudders running through your body as you come across your hand.

Both of us spent and exhausted, we slump down to lie next to each other on the floor. Not what I planned for today but … all the better for it. Your voice is croaky, hoarse, and very sultry when you murmur, “Well, that was the best, doll.”

I almost literally see red. “I hate you, Frankie,” I say, but it sounds tender, like twisted pillow-talk.

You smile and plant a kiss on my neck. “I hate you too.” On your lips it sounds even less like a declaration of loathing, more an invitation to bed.

“That’s okay, then,” I say with a sigh. I’m drifting peacefully now, without the inclination to pick another fight. I settle down with my head on your chest, and all my anger and my resentment is gone, and it’s just you and me, once again.

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Title: You Can Keep My Brother
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Every day, for the past two and a half years, has been the same for me. I wake up every morning just to go to work - a job I fucking hate. This isn't just any job. I work at the gas station my father owns - a way of paying for my mistake of dropping out of college for a band that never even took off. I had faith in the band. I could have seen us going places. Places I've never been before. Touring around the country, playing in front of a huge crowd on a huge stage in a huge arena, kids screaming every word to every song... But unfortunately, the guys all thought that being drug addicts and alcoholics came with the job description. That lifestyle isn't for me.

So here I am, working at the only gas station in town. I have to deal with the everyday regulars, bitching about gas prices and stating that one day they were going to get out of this Godforsaken city and make something with their life. I tell myself that every day. I am reminded of how much of a fuck up I really am. I will be stuck working here for the rest of my life, and for what? Because I dropped out of college for a stupid band. If only I listened to my father I would be off to a bigger and brighter future instead of sitting behind this counter and having tourists come in and ask for directions to places I have never been before. They too would bitch - telling me that I work in a gas station and should know my directions. Well, fuck you too.

This job does have it's perks though. The hour I have no customers whatsoever. The moment I get to be myself and pretend that I'm not a nobody. That I have a purpose in life. And my purpose as of right now? Flipping through my Guitar Center magazine I received in the mail yesterday with my feet kicked back, resting on the counter. I can still hope that I will have another opportunity to be a famous musician. Maybe I just haven't found the right band to be in yet.

The parking lot is empty. The sun is beaming in through the window, radiating it's warmth on my face. The smell of the freshly brewed coffee and baked donuts. This is the only part about my job that I love. The peace and quiet. Not having to listen to a cocky motherfucker telling me how to do my job. Having to keep my eyes pealed on the little runts women bring into the store, making sure they don't slip anything into their pocket and running out of the store. Did you know that children never do anything wrong anymore? Even when you see the little shits do it with your very eyes? What is this world coming to? Sooner or later this world will be filled with snot-nose brats thinking they are better than everyone else.

Twenty minutes after my free time has started, I was surprised to hear the bell chime, announcing a customer. Rolling my eyes I stomp my feet on the floor and close my magazine, tossing it on the counter. Any form of annoyance I felt was pushed aside as I took in the sight before me.

Walking across the store, this beautiful creature before me made their way to the coffees, filling up two cups. I suddenly felt as though a trance had overtaken me. I couldn't pull my eyes away, nor could I even breathe. I must have looked like a fish out of water, gasping for air while staring.

As he made his way to the counter, I shook my head, clearing all the images I had of the things I wanted to do to him out of my thoughts. I watched as he placed the cups down on the counter and reach for his wallet. Finally looking me in the eye he smiled at me. I felt my cheeks flush with warmth as I turned my head to look away from him.

"Will that be all for you?" I asked him while forcing myself to remain focused on anything other than him - his looks. Temptation rising to reach across this counter and pull him close to me, crashing my lips against his and letting him take me right here right now. Nobody would be coming in for another twenty minutes. That would be plenty of time, if we skipped the foreplay. Fuck it. What the hell am I talking about? A beautiful creature like him deserves foreplay. He deserves to be pampered and kissed. Loved.

"Gas on pump 3 and a pack of Marlboro Reds please. My brother would kill me if I forgot those." God. His voice. I could sit and listen to him talk all day long. There also was something utterly familiar about him that I couldn't put my finger on. Something about his features, but for the life of me I couldn't place it. If I saw him before, how the hell could I forget him?

Walking to the shelf behind me, I took the pack he asked for, placing them on the counter in front of him. "Thanks." He said, picking them up and placing them in his jacket pocket. I nodded and went to ring up his purchase.

"$38.72." I told him - finally finding the courage to look at him, making eye contact. For a split second I forgot my name and where I was. His eyes seemed to pull me into him. I felt the blush rising back into my cheeks after he smiled at me, showing off his perfect teeth and a twinkle in his eyes. Maybe I was seeing things, but I swear there was a twinkle. He reached into his wallet and took out two $20's.

I took the money from his hand before asking the main question I've had on my mind since I saw him. "I haven't seen you around before. You live in the area?" Usually I wouldn't bother with trying to have a conversation with one of the customers - but he seemed different. I almost regretted asking him such a question after he didn't say anything, but the genuine smile that curled his lips when I handed him his change threw it aside.

"Yeah. I grew up a few miles from here actually. I haven't been back in Jersey for almost 4 years. Took off right after graduation to go to college. I've always wanted out of this state, but something always drags me back."

"But there's nothing great about it. What could possibly be here that you can't live without?"

"My brother." He said, smile on his face. "He's always busy with work when I visit. But he called me yesterday and said he had this weekend free and wanted me to come over, so here I am." I watched as he picked up the two coffees and made his way to the door, turning to use his back to open it. "The names Mikey by the way."

I couldn't help but smile like an idiot. Mikey. I repeated before introducing myself. "Frank." That being said, he left. "Great. Now there's a good one that got away." I said aloud while watching him get in his car to leave.

The next few hours went on like normal. Exactly 25 minutes after Mikey left, someone came walking in, her heals clapping against the floor as she walked. Teenagers walking in after school, shouting obscenities and bitching about how the principal caught them smoking in the bathroom - on more than one occasion I may add.

Like I said, everyday like clockwork, the same people come in telling the same stories as if they have never met me before.

I just finished counting the till before my shift was over when Steve walked in. Steve is the guy my father hired after I told him that I do have a life and can't sit at a gas station from open to close, seven days a week. I closed the drawer and walked around to the front of the counter.

"I just counted the til, mostly big bills so I put some smaller ones under the tray in case you need change." I knew that he knew it was there, but I do like for him to think that seeing as I'm the owners son, that I have rights to boss him around. "Pot two is running low on coffee so that will need to be filled and make sure you mop up the floors before you lock up."

"No problem. Bye Frank."

Once I was outside, I reached into my pocket for my cigarettes, pulling one from the pack and placing it between my lips. My father always said it was a bad habit and didn't approve of me smoking while being on his time. After lighting it and inhaling the much needed nicotine, I held the smoke in until I felt my lungs burn before blowing it out.

As I made my way down the sidewalk in the direction where I live, I reached into my pocket to retrieve my ringing phone. A smile crept to my lips after I looked at the caller ID, knowing that my day was going to get better and not include sitting around the house while watching reruns on TV.

"Hello?" I said after placing the phone up to my ear.

"Yo, Fraaaankie!!" What the hell has gotten into him? He cleared his throat before speaking again. "Listen, we are going out tonight. Get all prettied up. There's someone I want you to meet." He's kidding right?

"Not another blind date, please. You know what happened last time you hooked me up."

"How was I supposed to know John was into that kinky shit? He's so quiet at work. He seemed nice."

"I'll never forgive you for that either Gerard."

"Well, I'll make it up to you. We are going to The Beach House around 9pm." I heard the shuffling of the phone before speaking to someone. "Fuck you dude. You're going, end of story." Must be talking to the guy he wants to set me up with. "Sorry about that. He's being a douche bag."

"I take it you tried hooking him up in the past and failed too?"

"No. This is the first time setting him up. I've been wanting to hook you two up since the moment he came out to me. I wouldn't introduce just anybody to him. He's been single for awhile, and so have you."

"What makes you think I will even like this guy?"

"I think I know what you like in a guy by now. I won't take no for an answer and you know that, if I screw up you can kick my ass."

I let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. I'll be there."

"Great! Wear that black shirt I got you for your Birthday. I told you I had a reason for getting it for you. Now don't be late!"

I went to say something but was cut off by the dial tone. He fucking hung up on me. "He better be cute or Gerard's going to have my foot up his ass." I spoke aloud while putting my phone back in my pocket.

When I got home, I went upstairs to look for something to wear tonight. As Gerard asked, I took the black cotton shirt off the hanger and examined it. I only wore it once, and that was just to try it on to see if it fit. Have to admit, Gerard does have a good taste in clothing, but I never had a reason to wear it. A shirt like this isn't worn just for the hell of it.

I placed the shirt onto my bed before walking back to my closet for a pair of pants.

The entire time I was getting ready, I couldn't help but to keep thinking that I was letting Mikey down. Pathetic huh? I mean, I barely even know the guy, and it's not like we arranged to see each other again. I was beating myself up over never having the guts to say anything to him. Who am I kidding? A guy like him won't find interest in a guy like me. He was probably just being nice to me because I work at a fucking gas station and he felt sorry for me. I get that a lot really.

Pushing all thoughts aside, I walked out the front door and got into my car.

Pulling into the parking lot, I parked my car behind the building before killing the engine.

"Hey Joe." I greeted upon my arrival at the entrance, giving him one of those secret handshakes that's not really a secret cause everybody seems to be doing it. Joe has been a bouncer here for as long as I can remember. He's really tall and is somebody you definitely don't want to mess with. Standing next to him makes me feel underage and in Middle School all over again, but he's a good guy.

"Hey Frank. The guys are all at the bar last I saw them." So what if my curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to make sure that I was going the right thing by meeting this guy. I was not up for another night like what happened with John.

"Hey. You didn't happen to get a good look at the guy with Gerard by any chance did you?"

"Gerard said you would ask. Alls I'm going to say is that you're not going to be disappointed when you see him."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Trust me." He said before turning his attention to the group that walked in behind me.

I made my way through the sea of people crowding the dance floor. When the bar came into view I saw Gerard standing with back resting against the bar, with a cigarette placed between his fingers and his arm draped around a girl I haven't met. In his other hand he had a glass half full and he was talking to some guy who had his back facing me. I stood there and watched for a few minutes before finding the courage to go talk to them.

She was definitely Gerard's type. Her hair was curly and an auburn color and that hung past her shoulders. Either Gerard was such a comedian or the girl just wanted to impress him because she was laughing at everything he said. But if that's the case, there's nothing wrong with that. I know I've done it a few times in the past myself. Besides, Gerard is probably eating it all up. He deserves to be happy as well. His new job has really pulled him away from a normal life.

Gerard pulled his attention from his friend, spotting me standing a good ten feet away from him. He raised his hand holding the glass, nodded his head and gestured for me to walk over. Gerard pulled his arm from around the girl and gave me a hug.

"Glad you could finally join us." He said, pulling back and looking directly at me. "This lovely lady on my right is Rose. Rose this is my best friend Frank." I didn't speak to her at all, I just gave her a pathetic smile and a gentle wave. I guess Gerard sensed that I was a bit uncomfortable with the meeting of someone new because he placed his hand on my shoulder while he spoke. "You have nothing to worry about."

He turned around and tapped his friend on the shoulder. "Hey!" He shouted over the loud music. "I want you to meet a good friend of mine." Gerard looked back and me and smiled while waiting for the guy to come to us.

The moment his friend turned around I felt my heart racing. This couldn't be possible. What are the odds of that happening?

"Frank, I'd like for you to meet my brother.." I didn't need the introduction, I already knew his name. Now it was perfectly clear to me. The eyes, his smile, his features. He resembles Gerard

"Mikey." Mikey looked at me, sighed. I assume it was a sigh of relieve because a smile curled his lips. That same smile he had this morning at the gas station.

"Hey Frank." Gerard just stood their looking at the both of us with a confused look.

"You guys know each other?"

"Not really. We met briefly when I stopped at the gas station."

"Why didn't you tell me Mikey? I didn't have to go through all this trouble of getting you two to meet."

"Honestly, I never thought I'd see him again. It is a small city and all, but not that small Gerard. You don't have a lot of friends."

"Fuck you!" Gerard hiccuped and looked into his empty glass and started to giggle. "I need another drink." That being said, Gerard turned and headed back to the bar, ordered another drink and pulled Rose back into his arms.

Mikey and I sat around for awhile, talking about family, friends, school, childhood, basically everything you like to get out in the open on a first date so it doesn't come back to bite you in the ass later on if the relationship works out.

"You wanna get out of here?" I asked, finishing the contents of liquor in my glass.

"Yeah."

I lead Mikey to my car, but my mission was failed when I felt a firm grip on my hips from behind me and was spun around. My back pressed against the brick of the building while Mikey's body was pressed up against mine. This was it. This was the time where I make my move.

I wrapped my hands around his shirt, pulling him close enough so I can capture his lips with mine. I slid my hands down his body while licking his bottom lip, begging for entrance.

The moment his tongue touched mine, I could taste the whiskey and coke as I explored every inch of his mouth. It was everything I could have imagined. He broke away from the kiss and lowered his face to the crook of my neck. Using his tongue he licked up and down the scorpion tattoo and nipping at the flesh.

"Fuck." I moaned as I felt his groin press firmly into my own. My head started to spin, but in that good way. Everything around me didn't exist at all. It was just Mikey and I in the parking lot with me pressed up against the wall, and it felt right.

I whimpered when he pulled away and stood a few feet in front of me. The look on his face told me he was thinking what I was thinking, but it was the drive back to his place that was in the way. "Your place?"

Mikey grinned and took my hand and pulled me across the parking lot to my car.

I was relived when I had safely pulled the car into the driveway. Sure it was a short drive, and I didn't have much to drink, but that's wasn't the reason. The whole drive, Mikey had his lips attached to my neck and his hand kept gliding up and down my thigh until he tired of it and went right for the bulge that had formed from his handy-work.

We both got out of the car and I followed Mikey around the house to the back yard. He pulled out a set of keys, unlocking and opening the door that lead to the guest room.

Mikey tossed the keys on the nightstand and kicked the door closed. He walked up to me and slid his hands down my chest, before unbuttoning my shirt and pushing me back until the backs of my knees met with the mattress of the bed. In one quick gesture, I went from a standing position to being flat on my back, lying on the bed and having Mikey crawling on top of me.

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." He spoke before his lips connected with mine.

I tugged onto the hem of his shirt, breaking our kiss to pull the fabric from his body. My eyes trailed up and down, admire his milky flesh and his toned chest. He was perfect.

I rolled him over onto his back, removing my own shirt in the process, and started to assault his chest, running the tip of my tongue down his chest and stomach to his navel.

His hips bucked and taking the hit, I wrapped my hand around his belt, undoing the buckle and pulling it from the loops of his jeans. I wasted no time, and started to undo the button and slide the zipper down before removing his jeans. The whole time I was watching Mikey. He had his eyes closed and his chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace.

I pulled back the elastic of his boxers and heard Mikey's breath hitch in his throat as I ran my tongue across his skin from hip to hip. Dipping my fingers into his waistband, I pulled his boxers down, releasing his cock from discomfort, already glistening with pre-cum.

Mikey raised himself up to help with the removal of his boxers.

I wrapped my hand around the base and moved my hand up and down, creating a steady pace, before sliding my tongue along the tip.

"Holy shit.." He groaned as I took him inside my mouth. I placed my hand on his hips, holding him in place, and took control over the pleasure he was receiving, bobbing my head up and down. He ran his fingers through my hair pulling it away from my face, allowing himself a better view.

Dropping his head back, I could feel his body start to tense, a sign that the was getting close. "Frank.. fuck.. I.. shit!" He cursed as he spilled down my throat. I swallowed everything he gave me, making sure I didn't miss a drop. After I removed my mouth from him, I was taken by surprise as to how fast he was because the next second I was on my back and he instantly went for my belt.

Either he was very eager or my mind as sped itself up because it felt like only after a few seconds, my jeans and boxers were removed and my dick was inside his mouth. My hips bucked up and to my surprise, Mikey didn't try to stop me, not once.

I wrapped my hands around the sheets as I felt my orgasm building up. Mikey must have sensed that I was close because before I was able to release, he stopped. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes hoping that he wasn't finished. He was.

"Why did you stop?" I asked him, trying to catch my breath.

"Because, I have something better in mind." He replied, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. "I want you to fuck me."

Opening my eyes I saw him now staring down at me. I couldn't hide how I felt after hearing him say that. I probably looked like the biggest dork ever, but I didn't care.

I rolled him over onto his back and positioned myself between his legs and lined myself up with his entrance, but hesitated for a moment. I looked down at him, asking without speaking if he was sure, because we weren't prepared. He nodded while saying "Just do it."

I slowly pushed myself into him, letting him get used to me being inside him and doing my best not to hurt him. He raised his hips and using his leg, he pulled me closer to him, and forcing me the rest of the way.

Holding my self up with both hands I waited for his approval before sliding in and out of him dipping my head into his neck. When I knew Mikey was no longer in pain, I quickened my pace and angled myself trying to find that precious spot. It didn't take long.

"Fuck!" He shouted. "Right there Frankie." I kept my position and slammed into him, hitting that spot with every thrust.

I wrapped my hand around his abandoned cock and started pumping in rhythm to each thrust. "Fuck Mikey." I felt his dick stiffen in my hand so I pounded even harder, trying to get us to cum seconds from each other. After a few more movements of my hand, I felt Mikey's warm liquid shoot out over my hand, sending me over the edge.

I continued sliding in and out of Mikey's body, riding out my orgasm. I pulled myself from his body and laid down next to him, resting my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth and happiness Mikey has brought to me upon our meeting. I can't remember the last time I've been this happy.

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Title: Phone Booth
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Frank decided to leave the bar early. His friends were acting immature and he had enough. He exited out the back door and walked down the alleyway.

"Frank! Wait!" But he never stopped. He picked up his pace and did his best to lose the one following him. As he rounded the corner he saw a phone booth about a block away. He picked up his pace and as the phone booth neared, he opened the door and slipped inside.

A few minutes later, the one following him caught up and stopped inches away from him. He brought his hand out and grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, pulling him inside and closing the door.

He pressed his body up against the mans chest and started to kiss down his neck.

"Took you long enough." Frank spoke.

"I asked for you to fucking wait for me." The other said a little out of breath.

Frank ignores him and runs his hand down the mans chest and stomach. He rests his hand on the familiar belt buckle and pulls his hips closer to his own.

"I wait for nobody Gerard." He says - grinding his erection against Gerard. Frank trails his tongue along Gerard's neck, emitting a moan from his throat.

Frank places one hand on Gerard's chest and pushes his back against the wall - crashing his lips against the other. During each moment they take to breathe, Frank lets out a little moan, missing Gerard's contact.

Frank runs his hands through Gerard's jacket, pushing them down his arms and letting it fall to the floor. He tugs on the bottom of Gerard's shirt, pulling it from his pants and quickly rips his shirt open, sending buttons everywhere revealing his creamy flesh and muscular chest.

Gerard's shirt slides from his arms and Frank runs his tongue along his collarbone, down his chest and along his stomach, swirling the tip around his navel. Missing the taste of Gerard, Frank glides his tongue along his bottom lip. Gerard's lips part automatically, welcoming his warm tongue to glide across his own.

Gerard slowly unzips Frank's jacket and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt, one by one. Frank gives a little groan of pleasure as Gerard teasingly strips him. Gerard drops his head and places kisses across Frank's warm muscular chest, running his tongue along his abs - running his fingers down Frank's back and around his hips.

Wrapping his hands around Frank's belt, Gerard pulls the leather from the buckle and in one swift motion, he slips the belt from the loops. He undoes the button to Frank's jeans and pulls the fly down and slowly pulls his jeans over his hips. Gerard looks up at Frank and grins - seeing that Frank has gone commando, making things easier and having less clothing standing in the way.

While Gerard runs his fingers down Frank's hot sweaty back, he squeezes and massages his ass, pulling him even closer. Frank runs his fingers through Gerard's hair and moves slowly and passionately down his back. Gerard can feel his boxers tighten as he knows that there is only a flimsy bit of fabric between Frank's hands on his ass.

Gerard pins him up against the wall and grabs at his package. As he does that, Frank let's out a huge moan. "Ah, Gerard, come on baby."

Frank runs his fingers down Gerard's body and curls his finger in the waistband of his boxers, teasing the sensitive flesh. Gerard takes in a sharp deep breath as Frank nibbles on his neck.

"Fuck Frank, I want you so bad right now."

Hearing Gerard's words, Frank bites his lip as he slides Gerard's boxers down his legs and wraps his hand around Gerard's erection - slowly gliding it from base to the tip.

Gerard pushes Frank up against the wall, and whispers in his ear - softly and seductively "Ready?"

Frank lets out a moan and says "Fuck yeah baby, I've been ready all my life for this.. uh.. moment."

Hearing the words he's been wanting to hear, Gerard sinks his teeth into Frank's hot sweat covered neck, licking the bruising. He kisses down his collar bone and chest - moving down to his lower stomach. Frank let's out a whimper as Gerard teases him, licking up his precum.

Gerard circles his tongue around the head of Frank's cock before taking him fully into his mouth. Using his right hand, he wraps it around the base and applies just enough pressure to make Frank's head spin. Pressing his tongue along the underside of Frank's cock, Gerard brings his mouth up to the tip, sliding his tongue over the slit.

Frank runs his fingers through Gerard's hair, pulling his bangs back so he can watch as Gerard uses his hand to jerk him off. "Fuck Gerard! I.. oh my fucking god!" Frank shouts as his orgasm takes over his body and spilling into Gerard's mouth.

Frank pulls Gerard to his feet - grinding on him he messily kisses Gerard on the mouth. Breaking from the kiss, Frank leaves a trail of kisses all the way down Gerard's chest and stomach until he reaches his cock.

Frank wastes no time in taking the head of Gerard's dick in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down in a slow rhythmic pace. A groan passes from Gerard's lips and he closes his eyes - throwing his head back in pleasure. Gerard slides his hands down the glass as Frank's lips wrap around the base. "Fuck Frankie, I, SHIT!" He says, pushing his hips slightly forward, burying his cock further down Frank's throat as he releases.

Gerard leans back and closes his eyes while Frank sends him into high heaven. Gerard tries to control Frank a bit more, but fails miserably as he is pinned against the wall and his hands are held behind his head. Gerard gives a huge groan. "Oh Frankie babe." Gerard gets weaker and weaker just at the thought of Frank. He can still taste the salty cum in his mouth, making him blind with pleasure.

Frank looks up and just when Gerard thinks he can control himself, he can't. He leans forward to crash his lips against his, only to find himself being pushed against the wall and having Frank's tongue down his throat.

As Frank has Gerard's hands pinned behind his head, he presses his chest against Gerard's whiling whispering in his hear 'You taste so fucking good." and gently sinks his teeth into his neck. Gerard rolls his head, giving him access to more flesh to assault.

Gerard hands are released from Frank's grasp- trailing his artistic fingers down Frank's sweaty back and rests his hands on his hips, pulling him forward - pressing his member against his own. They both whimper in pleasure and Frank silences him by pressing his lips firmly against Gerard's.

Gerard tries to take control, by pressing Frank up against the wall, but alls it takes is one finger pressed to his own chest to knock him back. Frank seductively whispers 'Down dog, your my bitch, remember?" and pushes Gerard to his knees, Frank not far behind him, straddling over his legs, Gerard whimpers in pleasure as Frank attacks his hot, bare neck.

Frank trails his talented fingers down Gerard's chest and stomach and grips at Gerard's hardening cock. Gerard takes a sharp intake of breath as Frank has complete control over him. Gerard does nothing but allow him to take him in every way he can. Frank would fuck Gerard hard up against the wall if he was just in it for release, but that's not what this is about. Frank likes to play with Gerard, tease him until he begs. That's what Frank loves the most. He loves to hear Gerard beg for him to fuck him.

Frankie has complete control over Gerard. He was grabbing Gerard's cock and whispered "Do you love me Gerard baby? Hmm?"

Gerard was too lost to say anything but, "fuck yeah".

"What was that?" Frank replied, teasing Gerard as usual.

"Frankie I fucking love you. So. Fucking. Much" Gerard choked out as he closed his eyes and rested his head on Frank's chest, letting his hot body take over completely.

"You said 'fuck' a lot of times there babe" Frank said whilst still massaging Gerard's hard cock.
"Are you implying something?"

Gerard looked at him dreamily and said "Fuck yeah, you know what I mean?"

"Of course I know what you mean bitch, but I want you to beg for it. Not tell me, BEG. Go on, on your knees." Frank demanded as he stood up, leaving Gerard totally spellbound. Gerard wanted him so bad that he was willing to do anything Frank asked, even this.

Gerard kneeled on the floor of the phone booth and said "Frankie babe. I want you to fuck my brains out, ok...ass will do, I need you Frankie, fuck me. I'm begging you sexy"

As Gerard was on his knees Frank turned him around and pressed his chest against the wall. Frank leaves a trail of kisses down Gerard's back. Gerard dropped his head on Frank's shoulder as Frank press himself against him. "Frankie, I'm begging you, please.. don't make me say it again." Gerard whimpered, even though both Frank and Gerard knew he'd beg more, he needed Frank's touch.

Frank trailed his first finger down Gerard's spine and over his round luscious ass - teasing his entrance. Gerard whimpered in response, knowing Frank wasn't going to give him what he yearned for just yet.

"Tell me baby, what do you want?" Frank cooed in his ear.

Gerard raised his head and pressed his forehead against the wall as he cursed. "Fuck Frankie! Do it! Please.. I need to feel you inside me"

Frank demands, "Tell me again baby, what is it?"

Gerard turned around to say "Frankie, I am madly in love with you, I can't live without you, I can't stop thinking about you, I am begging you, pleading you to fuck me Frank, don't you want that too? Don't you want to feel inside me? To experience the biggest thrill of your whole life? Come on Frankie, I know you've been waiting for this."

A very horny Frank responded with tons of hot, sexy kisses, spinning Gerard back around and licking and kissing him everywhere.

Gerard knew that Frank needed him, he could feel the urgency, how badly Frank wanted to be inside of Gerard. Frank flipped Gerard around and filled his luscious ass with his hard member.

As Frank hits Gerard's spot he screamed, "Fuck! Right there baby! Do that again!" and Frank happily complied. He slid in and out of Gerard, rocking his hips forward, Gerard screaming out in shear bliss, Frank's name rolling off of his tongue as the tip of his dick hits that sweet spot with every thrust. Gerard placed his hand on the back of Frank's neck, pulling his face into his neck.

"You are so fucking tight baby" Frank says as he runs his hand down Gerard's stomach.

Gerard can feel the warm sensation start to build up as Frank brought him closer to orgasm. As Frank's fingers slowly reach Gerard's member, Gerard closed his eyes and tilted his head back screaming Frank's name as he had the best orgasm a rock star could have. Frank soon shut him up by crashing their lips together and kissing him like never before.

"What do you think baby? You like what I do? Hmm?" Frank asked breathlessly.

"FUCK FRANKIE WHAT DO YOU THINK! UH OH GOD UH YES! right there bitch!" Gerard managed to reply.

"So you get all this pleasure and I just have to hand it out? What about me huh? If you really loved me, You'd show me." Frank said.

"You want me to show you how much I love you?" Gerard asked as he placed his hand on Frank's chest and pressed his back against the phone booth wall. Frank took a deep breath to compose himself. Now the tables were turned. Gerard had Frank right where he wanted him. Gerard slid his hands down Frank's back and over his ass, digging his nails into Frank's flesh as he squeezed his cheeks.

"Prove it to me baby. How much do you fucking love me?" Frank urged. Gerard slid his tongue along Frank's scorpion tattoo, tracing every inch of ink he could find. Gerard spun him around and pressed his chest against Frank's back. With Gerard's right hand, he threaded his fingers through Frank's hair, and gently pulled back bringing Frank's ear to his lips.

"So, so fucking much baby." Gerard responded, pleased with the fact that Frank's satisfaction lies in his hands. The only way for Frank to experience such pleasure is for him to play along with the game. They both enjoyed having the other beg and plead, to be taken rough and hard.

"Come on already, fuck me. fuck me till I scream your name to the whole of New Jersey." Frank pleaded.

"Ok baby, don't worry, you'll get your wish." Gerard whispered as he licked his ear lovingly and bit his neck.

Frank moans, "Oh fuck Gerard baby, stop teasing, this is so fucking good." as Gerard's hard member hits the walls of Frank's fine ass, and hits the magic spot Frankie screams 'OH FUCK IS THIS WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE YOU? FUCK GERARD! THAT AMAZING! OH RIGHT THERE, AGAIN WHORE!' Gerard does it again and Frank screams again, "GERARD SERIOUSLY I-" but Gerard quickly silenced him with a tender kiss. Gerard slid his tongue along Frank's bottom lip, nipping at it with his teeth, sucking on Frank's silver lip ring. Gerard slowly slid out of Frank's body only to forcefully thrust back inside of him. Frank screamed out Gerard's name with every thrust against his prostate. Gerard slid his hand down Frank's body and took his pulsing member into his hand, pumping him in rhythm to each thrust.

Gerard whispers in his ear, "Want more?"

"Oh Gerard, oh baby yeah. Right there, that's the SPOT Gerard yes!" Frank said as Gerard thrusted himself in and out of him, over and over, making him scream and sweat.

Gerard slowly tilted his head back and licked Frank's salty neck. Gerard bit at Frank's lip-ring and pull his mouth closer, so he could kiss his hot lips. As Gerard does, Frank moans "Gerard, babe I love it when you do that." as Gerard put his lips to Frank's ear, still inside of him

"I love it when you scream my name while I fuck you like the bitch you are." Gerard says to him, pulling Frank's ear into his mouth using his teeth, sliding his tongue up and down the lobe. "Harder baby! Make me scream." Gerard complied, picking up the pace and slamming back into Frank. Gerard buried himself deeper into Frank's body, feeling his release building up,

Gerard pressed Frank against the wall as he spilled inside of him, and having Frank shouting a string of curse words along with Gerard's name.

As Frank screams in pain and pleasure Gerard felt on top of the world and so in love with Frank. Gerard is so deep inside Frank, he exploded inside of Frank and he gives a huge moan "Oh fuck Gerard baby you make me wanna... Wanna... Oh for fucks sake kiss me already!"

Still on that sexual high, Gerard wraps his fingers around the back of Frank's head, pulling Frank's face closer to Gerard's and hungrily kissing his lips. He places his hands on he side of Frank's neck and pulls Frank closer to him. Gerard's body collides against his, pressing Frank's back firmly against the wall as the kiss deepens.

As they were kissing Frank holds back the explosion saving it for Gerard. He whispers in Gerard's ear, "Blow me. Or I'll explode and you'll fucking miss it bitch" Gerard gladly obliged bringing Frank to his feet watching him stagger as he struggles to even stand up with pleasure. But Frank manages it, just by clinging to the phone. Gerard kneels and wrap his arms around Frank's ass, squeezing it as he slid his tongue up and down Frank's cock as he moans in ecstasy. Just as Gerard reached the tip, Frank thrusts his hips forward, exploding in Gerard's mouth.

"Lick me clean like the fucking bitch that you are." Frank says, as he watches Gerard lap up his salty goodness. Gerard complies, not wanting to waste a single drop Frank has to offer him.

Once Gerard had sucked him dry, he stood up and pressed Frank's lips against his, allowing Frank to taste what's left of himself on Gerard's tongue. Gerard breaks from the kiss and looks deep into Frank's eyes. "So fucking good."

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