A/N if I slip up and spell Brian as 'Brain' please point it out because I keep making that same typo and just ughhh

Chapter Twenty Four

By the time Friday rolled around that week, I had concluded that I hated Brian. I hated the way he treated me like a kid. I hated the way he gave me the most boring jobs you could think of, and most of all I hated the way he was always around. The most action i'd got was the making out me and Gerard would do in his car when he would drop me home.

Even then, Brian had asked why he bothered driving me the short distance.

"It's on my way" Gerard would shrug "besides, James wouldn't want him getting into trouble on his way home, would he?" Brian always agreed with that, obviously not trusting me at all and thinking that I could manage to break the law on the short walk home. Which, grantedly, I could. Several times. But he didn't need to know that. It wasn't like I planned on it anyway.

"You're probably right there, Gerard" he'd nod "I knew you'd be a good influence on him." It was normally when he said things like this that I would have to try my absolute hardest not to give Gerard a suggestive look, as the last time i'd done so he did not look amused.

To say I was pining for our time alone together would be an understatement. The fact that our night away was still a week too far irritated me, and if it wasn't for the promise of the gig the next day I probably would've been about to set the damn church alight just so I wouldn't have to go there every day anymore.

When I arrived at the church, I was expecting the usual torture that had become my hours after college, consisting of sorting through hymn books, polishing organs and other minimal tasks that made me want to catch up on my erratic sleeping schedule (the internet was an all-night service that i tended to take full advantage of.)

That's why my tone of voice was dismal as I announced my arrival in the general direction of the office before unzipping my hoodie and chucking it carelessly over my bag, leaving both items by the door. I then all but dragged myself up the stairs, wondering what boring, mediocre task Brian would find for me to do today, and no doubt watch me complete with a smug smirk that told me he would always be on James's side, always seeing me as a piece of dirt.

"Hey grumpy" Gerard chuckled when I slouched into the room, hands stuffed in my jean pockets. He was leaning against the sofa, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips that never normally resided there at church. Normally that expression was saved for when it was just me, him, and a chunk of free time. "Are you lacking caffeine, sleep or food?"

"A cocktail of the three" I sighed, glancing around the room "where's Brian almighty?" Gerard let out his high pitched giggle at that, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Brian almighty?"

"My nicknames are the best, don't mock them!"

"Oh I don't doubt they are, that's why I'm laughing" he leaned forward and grabbed me by the front of the t-shirt, and before I knew what was happening he was pulling hard enough for us both to go toppling back over the sofa. "And in answer to your question" he said as soon as we landed, me now lying on top of him "Brian went out to visit a local hospital, something about charity work and all those usual social events."

"Wait, so we have the place to ourselves?" My eyes widened as I realised exactly what Gerard was hinting at. Of course, they went even wider when his hand slid into my back pocket and squeezed my ass, his smirk just getting wider.

"I get you all to myself" his other hand ran along the waistline of my jeans, fingering the loopholes of my belt "and I would hate to waste the opportunity, wouldn't you?"

I kissed him in response, and it wasn't a gentle one. It was full on, my tongue moving in fast succession against his and he bit at my lip and tugged at my clothes, my legs moving so that I was straddling his waist.

He pulled away for what I originally presumed was a breather, perhaps to say something, but instead when we pulled apart I found myself getting pushed backwards so that I was now the one on my back, and Gerard was leaning down over me.

"What are you doing?" I gasped when he started to work on my belt, his nimble fingers managing to undo the clasp faster than I ever could.

"I'm a bottom Frankie, always have been" he spoke, looking up at me through his eyelashes "but that doesn't mean I always like to be on the receiving end for everything."

"What do you - oh" I moaned when he pulled down both my jeans and boxers without warning, exposing my already half hard self.

"Just shut up and enjoy it" Gerard smirked his famous smirk again, and that's when I knew he was being serious. Of course, he went about it like the tease he was, kissing up my thighs first before licking my cock from base to tip in an agonisingly slow motion, watching me shudder and reach out, grasping at the first thing I found, which ended up being his hair. 

"Fuck I missed this" I groaned, feeling him shift so that his head was directly above my cock. 

"I'll make it worth your wait" He said, or at least I think that's what he said. It was hard to remember clearly as at that moment he placed his lips around me, going down hard and fast without much warning, leaving me to moan and thrust my hips so that I could feel the back of his throat against the tip of my dick. If I hit his gag reflex, he didn't show it. 

"Fuck fuck oh fuck" I gasped when he slowly pulled up, looking up at me through his eyelashes before going down again, his tongue making patterns against my skin "oh shit, do that again, yes, fuck." I was well aware that I was rambling, but the waves of pleasure rolling over me with each suck from Gerard were too much for me to contain.

He started to play with the tip of my dick, purposely drawing it out to wind me up, and god was it working. I could feel the pressure building up inside of me, and it felt like my whole body was throbbing, flushed with blood and out of breath.

He brought his other hand up and started to rub against the inside of my thigh, instantly making that pressure intensify by about a hundred percent. I let out a soundless moan, my mouth just hanging open in sheer ecstasy, encouraging him further. 

"Gerard I swear if you don't stop teasing me I'll-" I was cut off when he went down on me yet again, this time in quick succession, his sucking seeming to become more prominent until I could barely take it anymore, let alone talk. "I'm gunna.." I managed to mumble against the building pressure, until I could no longer take it any more - I came right into his mouth. 

I didn't look to see wether he swallowed or spat, for I was too busy collapsing back onto the sofa, ragged breath and a heaving chest. My eyes were closed, and I heard Gerard mumble something, but it took me a moment to realise he'd been talking to me. 

"Huh?" I asked, opening my eyes to see him sitting up near my feet, looking over at me with a coy smile, his eyes raking up and down my body. 

"I said you look beautiful like that, dipshit" He chuckled, crawling over so just as I sat up myself, ending up with him practically sitting in my lap, his legs hanging off the edge of the sofa, whilst mine were laid out on it, my jeans still around my ankles. "I won't pay you compliments if you're not going to listen." 

"I'm listening" I hurriedly replied "Go ahead." I was trying not to blush at what he'd said, but from the way he leaned forward and kissed me briefly, I was guessing he'd noticed. 

"I'm not repeating it for a third time" He sassed, but when I bit my lip and looked at him he caved "Honestly, you're fucking beautiful okay? Especially like that. All there is to it." 

"You mean that?" 

"Well I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it" he rolled his eyes, but as soon as he'd finished talking he leaned closer and tucked some of my hair behind my ear "I mean, I always think it, but when you come like that for me... it just reminds me how lucky I am I guess." 

"You're going soft on me" I mumbled against his lips, kissing him before he could try and think of some sort of witty response. To be honest, I was done with conversing, I just wanted to kiss the fuck out of him now. He let me eagerly, wrapping his arm around my waist, his other one still in my hair, as I deepened it, loving the feeling of him sitting on my bare legs. 

Of course, this was completely ruined when we heard a voice calling from down the stairs, followed by the sound of the church door shutting. 

"Gerard? Frank? You here?" Brian called out, causing us both to jump apart, Gerard falling off my lap and onto the floor with a thump, his eyes wide in sheer panic. In any other situation, I would've laughed at the way he was sprawled across the floor, resembling a startled rabbit, but I was too busy jumping to my feet and yanking up my jeans. 

"Er, yeah" Gerard called back "Be down in a sec!" 

"It's okay, i'm dying for one of your coffee's anyway!" He yelled back, which was when we heard his footsteps on the bottom stairs. By this point I'd managed to pull all my clothes back on, and we were both frantically smoothing down our hair and re-arranging the pillows on the sofa. By the time he got halfway up the stairs, I'd jumped back down onto the sofa and picked up my phone, whilst Gerard hurried over to his desk, frantically looking for something to occupy him. 

By the time Brian walked into the room, Gerard was sat at his desk and I had opened up twitter. The two of us looked up innocently, both fooling him completely. 

"Hey" Brian gave a brief wave in my direction before turning to Gerard "Did you get those payments sorted?" 

"Yep" Gerard nodded "Hospital okay?" 

"yeah, yeah fine" He nodded distractedly "did you want me to find something for Frank to do, or have you got it sorted?" 

"I think i've got it covered" Gerard avoided eye contact for that one "in fact I was going to drop him home earlier today, seeing as it's Friday and all and he's been working his ass off all week" I had to commend him for his choice of words there, really. 

"Oh right. Well, I guess if you think so" he shrugged, heading over to the coffee machine. He paused near me, staring down at me with narrowed eyes. I saw Gerard gulp from behind me, his eyes frantically scanning me as he tried to figure out why Brian had stopped. 

"What?" I asked in my normal, snappy tone that I tended to use around him. 

"Is that a hickey on your neck?" Brian smirked, looking at the neckline of my t-shirt "It is aswell, it's it?" He laughed, turning to Gerard "have you seen this? Frank's getting more action that the both of us, huh?" 

"I hadn't noticed" Gerard lied so damn convincingly for a man of his profession, I almost envied him. Whenever I lied, despite how well I did so, people tended to doubt me anyway just based on my history and appearance in general. 

"So what? You got a girlfriend?" Brian pressed on, not getting the looks that briefly passed between Gerard and I. 

"Something like that" I muttered, standing up "I'm er, gunna use the loo" I made a lame excuse to get out of there before he asked me any more questions that would cause me to dig an even bigger grave for myself. 

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Song is Born Young And Free by Marmozets. Check out their other stuff too it's amazing, especially 'Captivate you' and 'Why Do You Hate Me.'  I'll stop shoving their music down your throats now haha (and yes, that IS a reference.)

Anyway I would apologise for their update being a little long coming, but I think you all know me enough by now to have gathered that I love nothing more than to procrastinate. Hope this was worth the wait!

~ Headfirst For Helena