"Frank?"
It's Gerard. My mind drifts back to 4 days ago. I can feel the anger inside me growing. I feel like I'm going to explode any second.
"Frank I know you're there, please open the door. I'm so sorry I need to speak to you. I'm really worried-"
"What do you want?!" I cut him off. I open the door aggressively without realizing. I want to break everything. I want to ruin, destroy and set fire to things. At the moment I'm not sure if I'd rather set fire to myself or Gerard. He looks confused and surprised by the fact that I actually opened the fucking door which I regret doing.
"I said, what do you want?" I repeat, a little bit slower but with the anger remaining in my voice. I enjoy the feeling of power; it's me shouting and having control now. Gerard feels guilty but I am too angry to feel bad for taking advantage of this.
"Can we talk about this inside? We're kind of causing a scene," Gerard points to the house opposite where the old lady is stood watching us. How did she even hear me shouting? And then Gerard says "You were shouting pretty loud." Because of course he can read my fucking mind.
I sigh and stand out of the way of the doorway so that he can come in. He shuffles awkwardly past me, trying not to touch me and then walks into the front room where the mess is a little more than ridiculous. There's take out and pizza boxes all over the floor, cigarette boxes and cans of beer. I haven't really cleaned up in a while. Gerard stands awkwardly in the middle of the room and I sit on the couch.
"Well, you have the floor, say what you need to fucking say," I seethe, waiting this all to be done with.
"I'm sorry that I got so mad, Lindsey got pretty fucking mad at me too, but we're okay," I roll my eyes at his words, but let him carry on, "I was just jealous. I know it's so wrong of me to feel like that but I can't help it. I don't know what's wrong with me Frank, I love her so much, but I just don't know how to control these other feelings. It's just I think about her, and losing her and bandit and I wanna throw up but then I think about what I saw and her getting to see you half naked and almost kissing you and I just can't stand it," Gerard looks defeated and I can tell he's being honest but he's being fucking stupid. "But that doesn't stop me feeling like this, maybe it makes me the worst husband in the world, but I just wished that it was us. That I was able to see you like that, that I could kiss you," His cheeks flush pink, and my mouth falls open.
"Wait, what? You weren't jealous of me?"
"Oh hell no, I just wanted you more than I wanted my wife and that scared me. She was right there but you looked so much more appealing to me than she did and I wanted to be her and be in that situation with you, but it really scared the shit out of me to feel like that."
I get up from my chair, and walk closer to Gerard, feeling angry for some reason. I'm angry that he feels that same way as I do yet let me think he hated me. I'm angry that he didn't speak to me for four days. And I'm angry that he isn't kissing me right now. And then our lips are joined, both pressing against each other. Gerard puts his hands on my shoulders, pushing me backwards and onto the couch before sitting on my lap. Gerard's hands are running up and down my back and sides under my t-shirt. His hands are cool against my skin that's hot with excitement.
“Let me do this Frank,” he begged into my neck, pressing kisses there, “Please.” He bites at the skin on my neck leaving small kisses there after he had gently bit.
"Not here," I try to breathe normally but my breaths are short and I'm almost panting, "Upstairs. Go upstairs."
Gerard pulls me up by my arm and drags me up into the bedroom where I've only ever had sex with my wife. But I don't want to think about that right now. Gerard pushes me onto the bed, my knees bending over the edge and then he crawls over me and kisses whatever skin is exposed. I push my fingers into his growing hair and hold it, but then I remember how mad I am and I tug at it.
The kisses are fast, they’re rushed, but we're too into it to stop. Gerard shifts his leg and I can feel his hard dick on my leg. It's crazy knowing that I'm making him turned on right now, especially since I never thought this would happen. He pulls back and looks down at me, his hair is everywhere and his lips swollen. I wonder if I look the same.
"Can I?" he asks, pointing to my misfits t-shirt, that's already half off anyway. I nod and sit up, letting him pull the shirt over my head. Gerard touches the new skin with light fingers and it tickles. He stops at the birds on my hips and touches them. "I always loved these," Gerard sighs happily, "They're so perfect."
"They're us," I say, but I think he knew that. He nods in response, which is understandable. It's not like I tried very hard to keep it a secret about who the birds were. "They're who I wanted us to be; who we are right now." Gerard smiles, looking like he appreciates the gesture. I copy what he had done, pulling his t-shirt over his head and touching him everywhere.
"If we take off our own pants it'll be faster," I suggest and Gerard nods before climbing off me and unzipping his jeans. I do the same and we both pull off our jeans, happy to be free of the restricting material. My dick is so hard it hurts; I need this. I sit at the edge of the bed in my boxers, and Gerard kneels on the floor in front of me, between my legs. His hands stroke my thighs and I whine happily.
"You're so hot," Gerard whispers. His hands stroke up and down my thighs and I groan in frustration before standing up and pulling my boxers off. I want him to touch me, why doesn't he get it. He seems to get the message because as soon as I sit back onto the bed, his pale fingers wrap around my cock. I gasp and tilt my head back, not looking at what Gerard is doing. Gerard starts to move his hand, every so often the pace becoming fast and then slowing again. I buck into his fist and reach forward to put my hands in Gerard's hair. I moan his name and it's not too long before his mouth joins his hand on my dick. He licks the underside of my dick and I groan happily, and then he takes the head into his mouth and sucks hard while holding the base with his hand.
My moans are deep as he sucks on my cock, his hand massaging everywhere his mouth can't reach. My dick hits the back of his throat and I jerk my hips forward, not caring about him choking. I grab at his hair, tugging at it to keep him as far down on my cock as possible - the warmth of his mouth is all I need right now. His hands on my thighs, his nails digging into my skin, almost hard enough to draw blood.
"Fuck, you're good at this," I groan, as he twists his hands at the base of my dick, his mouth sucking and head moving up and down as I try not to fuck his mouth. There's spit travelling down my shaft and down my balls. I'm so close. "Next time I'm gonna fuck your mouth Gee, I swear."
He pulls his mouth away, a line of spit connecting from his lip to my dick and he jerks me fast, and I grip the sheets moaning deep and heavy. I whine from the loss of his mouth around my cock. "Cum on my face Frank," Gerard says and his voice is deep and hoarse, "Do it. Do it." I buck into his close fist a few more times, and my orgasm hits me and Gerard lets my cum land on his face in my three spurts. He opens his mouth trying to catch some, and his flushed cheeks look really fucking hot with my cum all over them.
Chapter 8
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