Chapter Sixteen

The moment Gerard's car disappeared from view, a feeling of dread and the fact of my unavoidable doom set in. Whilst I was with him I had been distracted from my problems - all my efforts focused on the priest that shouldn't even have been with me in the first place. But as soon as he and his tight jeans were gone all that was left for me to concentrate on was the big house in front of me, and the closed minded couple that lived inside.

Honestly, I was starting to pity Ray now that I could see what he must have to put up with. No wonder he went to such an effort to be the perfect son - that way he never had to face an angry James and glaring Isabel, which was what I received when I stepped into the kitchen.

"Hey" they were both sitting at the table, but I didn't make eye contact with either. I was old enough to know that would've been a mistake.

"Frank sit down" a feeling of déjà Vu settled over me at my aunts words, reminding me of the time when my actual parents had sent me over here. They'd been trying to call for the last few days, and at first I'd just hung up straight away, but now that I was settling in and becoming happy I could feel my resolve crumbling. Maybe next time I would pick up just so they could know I was fine and dandy without them.

Then again, if they found out about this little mishap then it might be a good idea to keep sending them to voicemail.

"I'm good standing" I shot back "just go ahead and yell, I know you want to."

"Fine" Isabel snapped "do you have any idea how utterly ashamed and embarrassed we were to receive a phone call from the police telling us you'd been arrested for trespassing AND vandalism?"

"We though the graffiti had stopped" James shook his head in dismay "and instead it just seems it's grown to trespassing too."

"What did you expect when you took me in exactly?" I raised an eyebrow "you knew about my past and you agreed to have me anyway."

"Yes, so we could put a stop to this!" He cried "you're very lucky they're not pressing charges Frank, or else we'd have to consider far worse punishments for you."

"Exactly, they're not pressing charges so it's okay" I rolled my eyes "and before you feel sorry for her, the woman was a horrible lady who was basically bullying my friend Lynz. I was doing it for her, not because I wanted to go and tag a random house."

James and Isabel exchanged a look that I couldn't quite decode, but for some reason they seemed to relax a bit, their expressions seeming to dim from their once angry pit of rage to a somewhat pissed off but mildly okay look that I much preferred to see. Whatever i had said had had a better effect than I had been hoping for.

"You did this for a girl?" James asked with a guarded expression, to which I nodded.

"Oh thank God" Isabel let a smile appear on her face "you see James? I told you that boy was nothing but a phase."

Wait - did she think...?

"So when do we get to meet this girl huh?" He asked, seeming almost friendly with me for the first time in my life. "I have to say it's a massive weight off our shoulders to know that you've finally realised where your heart actually belongs."

Shit. They thought I was straight. They thought I had a girlfriend.

I paused for a moment to weight up my options. On one hand I could tell them the truth - that me and Lynz were just friends and that I was still a raging homosexual. Maybe missing out the part in which I sucked off father way and entered a somewhat illegal relationship with him.

On the other hand, I could go along with it. I mean, if I told them the truth they'd go back to their raging, demon-relative selves who would want to exorcise the gay out of me and punish me thoroughly. However they seemed willing to let me off now that they thought I was back on a straight path with a girlfriend. As long as they never met Lynz it would be okay. It would certainly provide an excellent cover story to lead them even further away from the truth, and keep them off my back.

The more I thought about it, the more appealing opinion two was.

"Yeah, well, it just kind of happened" I shrugged, watching their smiles widen once I admitted it. It felt wrong to be going against what I stood for, but I reminded myself that it was only a temporary thing, just until I was old enough to move out.

"I told you all that time at the church would do him good" James proclaimed, and I hate to bit back my laughter.

"Can we meet Lynz?" Isabel asked "we should have dinner!"

"I don't think so" I rushed "we haven't been together long, it's not at that stage yet and I don't want to rush -"

"It's ok" she nodded "some time in the future though."

"Yeah maybe" I kept it vague "I'm er, going to go upstairs now."

"Okay" she nodded, and I made my escape up the stairs before they had another change of heart and banished me to scrubbing the floors with a toothbrush in order to make up for my sins.

I found Ray sitting at the top of the stairs, no doubt eavesdropping.

"You're not actually dating Lynz Ballato, are you?" He asked with an eyebrow raised, showing me that he saw right through my bullshit performance. Luckily his parents had bought it though.

"Nope" I replied "I'm still gay. Might not want to tell your parents that."

"You've got balls cuz" he shook his head in admiration "not many guys would use someone as hot as Lynz Ballato as a safety girlfriend, I'll tell you that much. Especially without even asking her first."

"It's only for when you're parents are around. She almost doesn't even need to know."

"Good luck for when you get a boyfriend then. That'll be a shock and a half for them when all of a sudden she vanishes out of the picture and a guy replaces her" he obviously wasn't one for lying, and I

could see his point - these things were always hard to control once you had released them. But it was the best option at that moment in time, so I took it.

"I'll deal with that when the time comes" I shrugged "if this gets them both off my back, even if for only for a short period of time, then it's worth it."

"I hope you're right" he sighed before getting to his feet "anyway, I left my guitar in your room in case you want it."

"Thanks Ray" I smiled at him before we both went out separate ways. Sure enough, he'd left his pride and joy of a guitar propped against my chest of drawers - a pick slid between two of the strings. I probably would have gone crazy if it weren't for him lending me one.

Before I succumbed to spending the rest of my evening practicing I whipped out my phone and started to text Lynz.

'You alright?'

She replied about five minutes later.

'Dad flew off the handle and said Angela had been crying. Luckily she wasn't there but the bitch is insisting on me repainting the wall myself even though her insurance covers it. Probably so she can sit there and watch me do it.'

'I still don't regret doing it. Give your dad some time and I'm sure he'll calm down and hopefully dump that bitch.'

'How did your aunt and uncle take it?'

'Alright. I sweet talked my way out of any punishments but I'm now walking on eggshells.'

I nearly added a 'oh yeah, you're now my fake girlfriend whenever you're around them' but figured that she probably didn't need to have that added on top of everything else she was trying to deal with that at that moment in time.

'Thanks for everything today Frank. I owe you one.'

'No problem.'

I put down my phone and picked up the guitar, deciding it was time I express everything I was feeling in a legal outlet for once.

"And where was my invite to this trashing party?" Jimmy exclaimed at lunch the next day, banging his fist on the table.

We'd just finished telling the whole story to the rest of the group. Well, Lynz told it and I added the odd detail here and there. And instead of feeling sorry for us getting caught, Jimmy seemed almost offended that he wasn't caught with us.

"Dude you would've been arrested too" Lynz chuckled "unless you came along and just did a runner - I guess you do have longer legs than me and Frank."

"Nah, they just look long because they're lanky" Chantal said through a mouthful of apple "they're actually average length."

"We still talking about his legs here?" Kellin piped up, earning a slap on the arm from Kitty, who looked completely grossed out by his comment.

"Just because you're now getting some doesn't mean everyone else's minds are also constantly thinking about dick" Jimmy said, obviously referring to Vic. Unfortunately Vic was 19 and so had already finished school, but then again it was probably a good thing that he wasn't at college with us, otherwise we would have all had to put up with the couple sucking face day in day out. That was not the sort of thing you'd want to see whilst eating your lunch.

"Enough about me" Kellin rushed "let's talk about Lynz and Frank again. You two were lucky not to get charged yesterday."

"Eh, it was hardly enough to send us to jail. We'd have just got community service for a week or so, and Lynz had that anyway thanks to Angela." I was use to having to deal with these sorts of things so it wasn't such a big thing to me.

"That bitch. Next time it will be all of us and we'll trash the inside of her house too" Chantal declared, and no one else objected. She wasn't being serious, but it was enough to comfort Lynz and let her know that we were all there for her.

I remembered the way to Gerard's easily. I think the more obsessive part of my mind had memorised the walk I took back from there with a little too much detail. His house looked even more friendly in the daylight. The french windows were all closed, except for one upstairs that was slightly ajar. There were wild flowers growing in the flowerbeds where he hadn't bothered to plant his own, but it looked pretty all the same. He'd remembered to draw all his curtains, something I would probably never get around to doing if I lived alone.

I hesitated by the gate, playing with the latch as I wondered wether he was going to go back on what he said yesterday, when he practically told me he'd rather fuck in his house than the church, and had proceeded to invite me round.

I hoped I wasn't getting excited for nothing, Last time he definitely stuck to what his heart, or more likely dick, wanted instead of what his head dictated. I just hoped for a similar repeat as I made my way up the driveway and knocked twice on the front door, rolling my tongue along the back of my teeth as i waited.

"Hey" he opened the door wide. His collar was off, and he was wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt with his black jeans. Without the collar on, he just looked like a regular guy. It made me feel better for being with him, knowing that he could so easily switch between the two.

Although I had to admit, I was growing kind of fond of the collar.

"Come in, I'm making coffee" he took me by the wrist and pulled me inside, shutting the door after me as soon as i was out of the way. Obviously he was still a bit nervous about me being there, although from what i'd seen it looked like all his neighbours were out anyway.

"You managed to get the rest of the afternoon off then?" i asked as he lead me down the hallway and into the kitchen. I tried not to think too hard about the last time I was there, and how he'd basically tried to call off everything that was developing between us, practically telling me that our first kiss had been a mistake. No matter how hard I tried to divert my attention, my gut still clenched when I stepped into the room. I purposely stood far away from where i'd sat that time, instead leaning against the counter.

"What can I say?" he smiled "I work quickly when I have something to get home to."

"Someone" I corrected in a scolding but playful tone "Don't go objectifying me just because I have a cute ass, Father Way."

"Don't call me that" He frowned as he reached up and pulled two mugs out of the cupboard. "And as for the objectifying, how do you know I find your ass so attractive?" He raised an eyebrow in challenge, showing me that he was up for a bit of flirting, maybe more, depending on how it went. I quickly decided that his flirtatious mood was my favourite.

"It's kind of obvious from the way you've been staring it for the past week when you think I'm not looking" I shrugged off my jacket and placed it on one of the barstool "Or did you not think I noticed you looking when I walked through the door?" His cheeks had this adorable hint of pink to them that told me all I needed to know.

"I'm sorry for the objectifying" He closed the distance between us and wrapped his arm around my waist "I'll have to make it up to you somehow." My breathing hitched in my throat, and I knew he;d heard it too because he leaned even closer, making sure his leg was pressed against mine "Any suggestions?"

"I've got a few" I mumbled, pulling myself up to my full height so that I was on a kissable level with him. When he leaned forward, it was all the invitation I needed to kiss him, my hands grabbing either side of the face and pulling him down so that he met me halfway. I could never forget how good it felt to kiss him, but it still felt amazing to re-experience the feeling of his lips on mine, or the way his teeth tugged gently on my lower lip, pulling and releasing it like elastic.

"It's starts with kissing" I mumbled against him, letting my hand slide into the back pocket of his jeans and squeeze his ass "And then it progresses..." I pushed him up against the counter, making him gasp. Fuck did i like the sound of him gasping like that.

I kept my body pressed against his as I kissed down his neck and along his collarbone, pulling his t-shirt out of the way so i could suck and lightly bite the skin there, determined to leave the biggest marks possible.

"Oh shit Frank" He groaned, slumping against the counter, his hands gripping my shoulders as i left not one but three massive hickeys just below his neck, although one of them was placed just beneath his adams apple, right where his collar normally sat. I couldn't help but leave it there, just to make him squirm next time he took it off. "You didn't put them too high did you? I can't have people seeing-"

"Don't worry babe" I chuckled "It's nothing your little uniform won't cover up." I kissed him again before he could correct me and tell me it was just a collar. I didn't want to hear about his job right at that moment, I just wanted to have him all to myself.

Unlike a few days previously when it had been me moving it towards the more sexual side, Gerard seemed more than happy to pull my shirt over my head, chucking it to one side. I didn't bother to see where it landed, instead I my concentration was taken up in pulling his over his head. Once I'd done that and kicked off my shoes I went to kiss him again. He pulled away after a moment though, his eyes dark and his hands gripping onto my hips where my jeans where resting.

"Let's go upstairs" He smirked. All I could do was nod and let him pull me up the stairs, past the two cups on the counter, our coffees long forgot about and replaced instead with something far more pleasurable.

It was when we reached the door to his room that the full extent of the situation hit me.

I was about to have sex. With Gerard.

The thought alone was enough to get me excited, let alone the way his thumb was rubbing circles in the palm of my hand. This man was going to be the death of me if he didn't stop making every little thing he did so attractive.

"Gerard wait" he stopped with him hand on the door handle, looking back at me with a shy smile.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, looking concerned "If you don't want to-"

"No, no I do" I rushed "Fuck do I want to. I just need to know that you really want it too. I mean, I need to know you're not going to sleep with me and then just regret it and try to give me the brush off afterwards..."

"Hey" He kissed me once but kept his face close enough to mine that I could see the intricate specks of hazel in his eyes, each one a work of art. "I wan't this as much as you do. And I promise, this is not a one time thing. I'm not going to bury my head in the sand or try to pretend it never happened. Okay?"

"Perfect" I grinned, opening the door myself to reveal a medium sized bedroom with a double bed situated in the middle. I didn't really acknowledge the various stacks of albums and comics on his desk or the rest of the furniture, because as soon as stepped inside i found myself being pushed onto the bed, Gerard hovering over me.

His hands went straight to my jeans. It took him a moment or so to get them completely off and thrown to one side, but he just made the wait seem teasing to me. He pulled his off too whilst he was at it, leaving us both in our boxers and lying on his bed. 

I wasn't expecting his hand to slide so abruptly into my boxers and take me in his hand, which is probably why i gasped so loudly when his fist closed around me. His grip got tighter and his smirk got wider, especially when i squirmed beneath him. 

"Gee please" I groaned "Just.. just move or something" I was desperate for more friction, more action, anything really. Slowly, with a small giggle, he started to move his hands up and down the length of my dick, obviously enjoying how desperately i was clutching onto his shoulders. 

He was just started to pick up speed when he abruptly stopped and leaned forward to start kissing up the inside of my leg. 

"This is revenge for the other day, isn't it?" I groaned when he kissed past my leg and up along my stomach, stopping when he reached my shoulder to look up at me, his eyes looking even more amazing behind a the few strands of black hair that fell messily over his face. 

"Yup" He grinned, looking far too smug for my liking. Before he knew what I was doing, I wrapped my hips around his, my boxers long gone, and pushed him over onto his back, effectively switching our positions. He let out a yelp as we both landed on the sheets, whilst I waisted no time in pulling his own boxers off so that we were both evenly naked. 

"You got any lube or shall i get mine?" I asked, gently stroking his dick with two of my fingers, watching his shiver beneath me with each stroke i make against his skin. He gulped and nodded towards his bedside table, moaning in protest when i let go on him completely so i could root around in the drawer and pull out the bottle. The moment I had it in my hands I climbed back on top of him, smearing plenty on my fingers. 

"Frank. I've never done it... I mean, I've had a couple of girlfriends before but I've never... bottomed before." He bit his lip nervously, and I immediately leaned down and kissed him, mainly because I couldn't help myself. 

"Don't worry, I'm pretty new to all this too. At least, I am to this side of things" I'd had a couple of blow jobs before back in Jersey, but technically I was still a virgin. I had more of an idea to what I was doing than he probably did though, hence me topping. "Just relax." 

He smiled, seeming less nervous now that he knew I wasn't all that experienced myself, and let me push my finger inside of him. He gasped a string of profanities and grabbed hold on my shoulder, clinging onto me with a tight grasp and I slowly added a second finger and started to slide them both in and out of him, starting with a gentle rhythm. 

"Oh fuck Frankie..." He all but clawed at my back, overcome with pleasure "Shit give me more" I very easily complied, adding a third and final finger, wanting for it to be as painless as possible for him for his first time. He moaned beneath me, instantly turning me on to the point where my body was aching with how badly I wanted to take him there and then. He looked too fucking pretty lying down, his dark hair falling around him on the clean white sheets, his lips parted as he moaned out and his eyes dark and wide open. 

"You ready?" I asked, pulling my fingers out and picking up the condom i'd pulled out of the drawer beforehand. He nodded, watching me slide on the condom and then smear some more lube on for good measure. 

"Just fuck me" he sounded pretty desperate for it, which made me chuckle as I spread his legs apart and helped him pull up his hips so that I could reach from the position I was in, leaning over him with his legs effectively wrapped around my waist. 

With a grunt I pushed into him, immediately feeling waves of pleasure fall over me with how euphobic it felt to be inside of him, pushing in and out with gradually quickening speed. His eyes bulged wide, but in pleasure, as he started to moan and rock his hips against mine, desperate for more of me. I complied, pushing in as far as I could and then pulling out until I was practically out before slamming back into him, making him cry out so loud i half expected the neighbours to hear, despite the fact his house was detached. 

"Oh fuck Frankie that's good" He rode through my thrusts, and with each one we both became more dishevelled, our hair more messed up and more sweat pouring out of our bodies. He started to touch himself, obviously as close as I was, and when I wrapped my hand around his dick and started to pump it myself, he lost it, and came all over the sheets. 

Just the sight of the pleasure on his face was enough to push me over the edge, and I came inside of him with a grunt before pulling out, suddenly feeling cold now that It was over. 

I pulled off the condom and chucked it in the general direction of the waste bin before falling down beside him. Both of us were out of breath, our chests heaving. Gerard moved to push the sheet he'd came over off the bed before turning back to face me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling the remaining sheet over our naked bodies. Not because he was self conscious, but because it was getting late into the afternoon and it was kind of chilly when you were fully naked. 

"That was amazing" he breathed deeply, hugging me to his chest tightly. 

"Yeah" I sighed, resting my head on his chest "It was." 

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Let's play who read this in the most awkward place because those comments always make me laugh. 

This took a little bit longer than normal but it's a bit longer than normal and also it takes me longer to write smut because i've gotta be in the right mood/setting. Aka alone and preferably late at night.

Anyways THE WAIT IS OVER 

It tried to rate this as private but i changed some words and copied and pasted it into a new chapter and now it's all good.

~ Headfirst for Helena