Chapter Five

 "Well?" Lynz asked me again as Bert drew closer, a grin etched onto his features. "Who is he?" 

"Does she mean to say that you haven't been talking about me Iero?" Bert faked a sad sigh "wow, and just when I thought we had something special going on, huh?" 

"Wait what?" Lynz was really confused now, glancing between bert and I with a rapid gaze and an even faster thought process "have you two got something going on? Who is this? Frank." Her voice almost became whiny near the end out of her pure desperation to be let into the silent conversation me and Bert seemed to be having, as he tried to suss out exactly how much she knew. 

"Lynz, this is Bert McCracken" I offered in a shitty way of explanation. "And no, there's nothing going on between us. I mean, Bert's gay but that doesn't mean-" 

"Bi, actually" he sent a wink at Lynz as he spoke, and if I wasn't so preoccupied with the other more pressing issues i probably would've worried about this flirty gesture more "always good, getting the best of both worlds, y'know?" 

"Erm, that's great and all, but how do you know Frank? Unless you guys have some sort of top secret all-gay club that i'm yet to find out about?" she raised an eyebrow as he barked out a laugh. 

"I guess you'll never know, huh?" He turned to me "why don't you two come for a coffee? I haven't spoken to anyone in over a day and i was suppose to be working on the whole 'social life' situation."

"And how's that going for you?" 

"You count as a friend right?" He grimaced "I mean, I know you didn't want to be here but you bummed a smoke and that to me counts. And you're about to get a free coffee off me too if you hurry up with it." 

Lynz turned to me "shall we?" She seemed curious about Bert, and I figured it would be far better to discuss this in the flat rather than the street, so I found myself nodding my head sharply and watching as Bert grinned at us both. 

"Great! Come on up!" And with that he started to lead us towards the block of flats, remaining a good few paces ahead as he did so. He was at a distance where if he really strained his ears he could probably still hear our conversation, but far enough away that it didn't really look suspicious that he was doing so. 

"You've got about two minutes so you better talk damn fast" She snapped as we headed towards the block. 

"ok fine" I gave in "you know Dewees?" 

"Yeah..." 

"Well I walked in on a drug exchange between him and his dealer, and ever since i've been roped into this guy's gang of sorts." I looked over at her, and she seemed to be having a small dialemma over wether to take me seriously or not. 

"You mean you're in some sort of drug gang now?" When i looked sheepishly at my feet she gave out a groan "jesus christ Frank, you sure don't do things half heartedly do you?" 

"it's not like I had a choice!" I hissed "either i joined them or they were going to deal with me, and i think a few drugs deals here and there and worth it if it means I get to actually see my eighteenth birthday." 

"Wait so you're dealing it out? Is that what you meant about your uncle and aunt finding the weed?" i nodded once "And you're dealing it to this guy?" she jabbed a thumb in Bert's direction. 

"I only dealed to him once" I rushed "I mean, I literally met Bert the other day. He's the only decent person i've met in this business." 

"Well I hope you weren't expecting for them to all be lovely co-workers" she rolled her eyes "why the hell haven't you gone to the police about all of this?" 

"Oh yeah because the police are really going to take my side" I brushed it off "look at me Lynz, with a record like mine i'll be packed off to juvie in no time. Why, i'd be lucky if I even got to see you guys again." 

"I guess" She sighed "I just... It's a lot to take in." Probably best to not mention the fact that i was also fucking the local priest then. 

"Trust me, I know" by this point we were already climbing up the stairs, Bert now a little further ahead. No doubt he'd sussed that we were just talking about what he already knew, and not actually about anything of particular interest to him. "Bert seems alright though, I think I can trust him" i admitted. 

"Well I should bloody hope so seeing as we're going to his flat right now" She quickened her pace "Look, we're going to have a proper conversation about this another time when he can't eavesdrop ok?" 

"Agreed." 

"But right now we're going to go get coffee with this Bert guy, and as much as i've never really been one for giving a shit what other people think, i'd still rather we didn't have too deep a conversation in front of him." 

"Lynz?" 

"Yes?" She turned to me as we reached the top of the stairs. 

"Please don't flirt with the pot-smoking greasy haired maniac" I all but begged, knowing my warnings would fall of deaf ears. 

"You literally cannot talk right now when it comes to getting involved with druggies" she shot back, instantly shutting me up. "Now come on." 

***

"You like The Cure too?" I heard Lynz ask Bert from the other side of the room, where she was currently kneeling on the floor, flicking through his record collection. "Oh god, and you have Iron Maiden too. Man, i'm jealous." 

"You can borrow some if you like" Bert took a drag of his cigarette and let the ashes flick onto the carpet with little regard for any sort of safety. I, meanwhile, sat on the sofa and tried nto to think about how much of a third wheel i felt like right at the moment. 

I had to hand it to them both, when I had pictured them meeting, I'd imagined Lynz to punch him in the face, not flirt with the goddam guy. But here we were, and I couldn't help but wish she had slightly better taste than a guy who probably hadn't had a haircut since Christmas. Then again, Lynz was never conventional about anything, so i shouldn't have expected anything different when it came to her taste in men. 

"You mean that?" She clutched a vinyl to her chest "i'd bring it back in perfect condition, I promise." 

"Sure, go for it' he shrugged "if it brings you back here then i'm not objecting." 

"Ok" I'd had enough by that point "I think i'm going to make a move. You coming Linds?" She hesitated, still holding onto the stack of records with one hand. 

"Yeah, I probably should' She eventually nodded, probably figuring that it was best to get out of that particular estate accompanied. "I'll bring this back in a couple of days though" She added to Bert "and er, maybe bring some of my own records too that we could listen to?" 

"Yeah! Definitely!" I heard him enthuse, but by this point I was already halfway out the door.

**

I all but marched into Gerard's front room that evening, completely unannounced and completely uncaring of whatever I was interrupting. 

Unfortunately for me, Gerard was actually on the phone, listening intently and muttering in agreement every minute or so. He turned, surprised to see me, and let his features break out into a brief welcoming smile before turning back to the matter at hand. There was a brief gesture towards the sofa from him as he obviously tried to wind down his conversation. 

I took up the suggestion, lying back onto the leather and resting my feet on the armrest as I watched him move around, his usual jeans fitting him a little too tightly to do my teenage hormones any good. Of course, I wasn't complaining. 

"Well I was thinking we'd go over those plans in the meeting tomorrow.." he continued, glancing distracted over at me. I guess I got bored of waiting. That and the fact that I loved to wind him up, because that was when I decided to bite my lip, letting my eyes trail down to his crotch. He gulped and turned away again, but not before I saw the horny expresson flash across his face that I knew so well. 

I got up off the sofa and walked over to where he was standing, still trying his best to maintain a normal conversation. 

"Of course" he spoke in a sincere tone, but the moment he felt my hands on his hips, he instantly sparked up. "Yes, that sounds like a plan-" He had to cut himself off in order to suppress a groan at that point, as that was the moment I decided to grind gradually against his lower back, moving my head into the crook of his neck as I did so. 

He still tried to wrap up the conversation, but with laboured breathing this time. 

"I agree" I didn't even let him finish speaking before i slipped my hand down the front of his jeans and started to stroke him through his boxers, grinning to myself when I felt him start to get hard. "I hate to interrupt you Bishop, but is it possible if I phone you back later?" He finally caved "yeah, i've got to drive at the moment you see. yes, of course. Ok, goodbye." 

He finally hung up the phone and dropped it into his bag, before leaning back into my arms a bit more and bucking his hips so I could get a better grip around his dick, my hand now gently rubbing it in a way that drove him crazy. 

"I was on the phone to the bishop Frank. The fucking bishop, and you're here trying to jack me off" he certainly didn't object though, despite his despair of the situation, and instead groaned a little as I bit gently on the inside of his neck. 

"Fuck the bishop, I've missed you" I grunted in response, letting him turn around and face me properly. 

"I've missed you too" he grinned, and then he was kissing me. My face was in his hands, and oh god did it feel good to be there like that, with his lips moulding themselves against mine in their perfect manner. 

It was a fierce kiss, one that had been a long time coming, all teeth and tongue and racing hands. It was only when he broke away, pupils dilated, that i realised just how horny i'd become in the last few minutes. 

"Get your clothes off" he growled, and I gulped slightly. 

"Certainly" I reached for my belt, but his hands suddenly stopped me. 

"That's not how you answer, remember?" He raised an eyebrow, and I think that was the point where every ounce of blood in my body rushed to my crotch. 

"Yes father Way" I gasped, and he revelled in his newly found kink. 

"You're a sinner, aren't you Frankie?" He continued, already pulling his own clothes off as he backed me towards the stairs. 

"Yes father" I pulled off my shirt. 

"And sinners, well they need to be punished" by this point his jeans were off too. "Especially the pretty boys like you" he reached forward and brushed my hair behind my ear with a devilish smirk "now get upstairs." 

We were getting pretty damn fast at the prepping now. 

Before I could really comprehend everything, we were both on his bed, completely naked, and I was smearing lube onto his erection, biting my lip as I did so. Both of us were already out of breath any we hadn't even started yet, but I guess that was just everything that had been building up those past few days.

"You ok?" He asked when i'd finished, pausing to look down at me. I nodded, too horny to really say much else, and with that he slammed into me. 

"Fuck" it was just as exciting as the first time we did it. Nothing could beat the feeling of my body stretching to accommodate him, and he slowly moved back and forth, but within minutes had picked up the pace to an fierce speed. 

"All day.." he panted "I was thinking about this.. what I wanted.... what I wanted to do to you..." 

"Is it as good as you imagined?" I asked between moans, jerking my hips up to meet his with each thrust. 

"Better" he moved deeper, hitting what was undoubtedly my prostate and making me yell out his name. "Oh shit, do that again" He gasped "it's so hot when you yell my name like that." 

"I didn't even have time to answer before he hit the spot again, making me cry out in pleasure. He quickly realised what he'd done and picked up the pace again, hitting it so many times that I couldn't help but come. 

I yelled his name as I did so, and this sent him toppling over the edge too. 

He pulled out and collapsed down beside me, both of us now a sweaty and euphoric mess, tangled between the sheets and grinning like idiots. 

"I fucking love you" He declared, snaking an arm around my waist and moving onto his side. I copied his movement and leaned forwards, kissing him softly this time. The urgency was gone, replaced by the mushy crap that often seemed to come after a good fuck. 

"I love you too, you soppy idiot" I sighed, enjoying the temporary heaven whilst it lasted. 

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I WROTE THIS ALL IN ONE SITTING LOVE ME PLEASE

Again sorry for the updates, life is super hectic atm and finding the time to write has been hard (exams can go fuck themselves tbh i've had enough i just wanna write gay fanfiction y'know?) 

~ Headfirst for Helena