☆// in the wrong light, anyone can look like a darkness //☆

-richard siken

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At this point in my life, I was really, really tired of being a complete loser. It was unpleasant to hear everyone else talking about their numerous sexual exploits while I remained a virgin.

Well, okay, that's my fault.

There were people who noticed me, but I sort of backed out of social events. I stuck to books and drawing, and occasionally furiously masturbating over guys that either didn't know I existed or wished they didn't.

But this weekend, oh no, this weekend was different. Mikey was going to a party and I encouraged him to go, of course. That is until Mom told me that I needed to go with him. She was concerned about me isolating myself and wanted me to go to just this one party. I decided I wouldn't argue. That's how I found myself in the corner of a party at Pete Wentz's house, shielding my eyes from the plethora of highschool bimbos and crackheads grinding on each other.

Then, there he was, the man who tormented me since middle school. A very drunk Frank Iero.

Don't get me wrong, the guy was mean, and I hated him, but since freshman year, he's gotten extremely endearing. His lip ring, fuck, that lip ring. I wanted to know how it felt against my own lips. I wondered if I could shut him up by shoving my cock down his throat.

Frank was dancing wildly in the middle of the living room, obviously drunk and swinging his arms above his head.

I watched like a fucking creep.

He saw me staring and smirked. Christ almighty, he smirked.

When the punk boy started walking over to me, there were minimal thoughts crossing my mind. One of them was now acutely aware that I was overexcited. That was slightly visible through the outline of my pants. The second thing I thought was, "Oh, fuck, he's going to kill me."

Frank reached me and bit his lip as I quickly shielded my face from the attack that I thought was oncoming. He didn't hit me. I looked at Frank quizzically and was about to ask, "What the fuck?" But I couldn't because he shoved me up against the wall by my hips. I groaned unpleasantly as my back hit the hard surface. I looked at Frank. He looked at me. He smirked again before shoving his face forward into my personal bubble and ravaging the side of my neck with hungry kisses.

I gasped and threw my head back, barely noticing when it slammed against the wall.

"Oh, god," I whimpered.

Frank pulled back and bit his lip, "Yeah? Like it?"

I was really confused and slightly angry and horny and stressed- Jesus fuck- I didn't even know how to respond at that point. When Frank didn't get an answer except my incoherent stuttering, he gave me a lopsided grin and placed one last peck against the exposed skin, before turning and melting back into the crowd.

Everything was a blur after that. I freaked out for a minute or two before finding Mikey and telling him that I was going home. If he didn't want to leave, he had to get someone else- someone sober- to take him. Mikey whined about it but reluctantly agreed, before going back to whatever he was doing upstairs with Pete Wentz.

I went home quickly after talking to Mikey. And of course, I relieved myself of the tension Frank had so graciously bestowed upon me.

The next day?

Oh, what a blast.

"Please turn to page 394."

If my teacher's droll voice hadn't been so damn loud, I wouldn't have even realized that I was in science. I couldn't focus, I just couldn't. Not with Frank sitting right behind me. Not without knowing whether or not Frank remembered what he did at that party. I couldn't look back at him, but I couldn't help needing to. I craved to see his face, I needed to know how he looked at me. To see exactly what he remembered.

I looked back.

Frank was looking at me. His eyes were so dark, almost pitch black, and he leaned forward in his seat. His eyes were unmoving and it unsettled me. I quickly looked ahead just as quickly as I had looked back.

Brrrrrrring, brrrrrring.

How the hell was class over already?

I grabbed my things and rushed through the door, but not quickly enough, apparently. Frank grabbed me by the back of my shirt almost as soon as I was through the door.

"Hey!"

"Shut up," He threw me against the nearest locker. I gasped and froze up in terror as Frank practically dragged me by my shirt into the bathroom by the lockers.

But he didn't look particularly angry right now or intimidating. He looked partly helpless, more adamant than anything.

I was pushed into the first stall.

"Fucking hell, Way," It came out like a whimper. "The party. You- I- fuck. I don't remember a lot but I remember how you sound and I- I need to hear that again, fuck..."

My knees almost gave out under me as I whined low in my throat. It was involuntary, but if I had to guess, it's what he wanted to hear.

"Christ almighty," Frank's eyes raked over my body. "Can I kiss you?"

My breathing hitched but I nodded my head frantically. I closed my eyes when Frank's lips brushed over mine. There was a small peck at first, then another, before he pulled away softly and I felt his breath on my lips. It made me shiver. My eyes fluttered open to look at Frank. There was primal darkness to his eyes as he tilted my head up with his thumb, studying what I assumed was the plethora of light bruises he left on my neck.

I finally found a voice to speak, "I- I like them..."

I don't know why I said it, I really don't, but I'm so glad I did because Frank responded by looking into my eyes and smirking.

"Yeah?" He said roughly. "You want more?"

"Fuck-" I nodded frantically again. "Yes- please."

Frank wasted no time in claiming what was his, sucking a spot right below my Adam's apple and sucking harder when I gasped. He trailed his tongue along to the side of my neck, where his teeth grazed my pulse point. That was it for me, I became week and my hands landed behind me, barely holding me up by the back of the toilet seat. I was dizzy from the amount of blood rushing from my head to below my waistline.

"You're fucking loving this," Frank panted out against my collarbone.

I couldn't respond. I was grasping at the other boy's hair frantically and pushing my chest and neck closer to him. My hands finally gripped at Frank's hair and he hissed suddenly, whining low in his throat as I pulled harshly on the black strands.

Frank pulled away from me roughly, tugging my shirt over my head and practically slamming me against the wall. He kissed from my collarbone down to my chest and left a small peck at each of my exposed nipples. His mouth trailed down my torso and he nibbled a mark at my hipbone. My legs clenched together.

Frank was on his knees on the bathroom floor.

"Just let me do this, please."

Before I had a chance to ask what he meant, Frank was fumbling with the zipper on my pants. I scratched the wall behind me at the feeling of those hands exactly where I wanted them. The next thing I knew, Frank's shaking hands pulled down the front of my boxers to reveal what I assume is exactly what he wanted to see.

Me, exposed and leaking just from what he'd done to me.

I hissed at the feeling of the cool air and I looked away, self-conscious of his reaction. I don't know why I couldn't help it.

"Shit, baby..." Frank's voice trailed off. "My fuckin' god."

I felt his hand wrap around me slowly and I exhaled heavily. His thumb reached up and circled the tip, making me close a hand over my mouth and moan breathily. My legs shook in anticipation.

Finally, fucking finally.

I moaned into my palm again and clenched my fist when a wet heat encased my erection. Not bucking my hips was near impossible, and I would have done so if Frank didn't have one hand pinning my hips to the side of the stall.

"Oh fuck me-" I gasped out as I threw my head back.

I looked down at Frank, his eyes dark and his lips stretched. It made me fucking weak. I had to look away before I did or said something stupid.

There was a small noise from Frank as he pulled off, standing up again. I was still pressing myself up against the wall as I watched Frank. He pulled off his shirt, discarding it on the floor, and it seemed odd because I almost forgot where we were for a second.

"Fuck me," I whined out before I could even think.

Frank just nodded frantically as he undid his belt, "Fuck- yeah... yes, please."

My hand crept down and I gave myself some much-needed attention, because my horniness outweighed my embarrassment, and also my better judgment. I was literally going to let my high school bully take my ass virginity in a bathroom stall.

My pants were around my ankles at that point, so I kicked them off. It felt so wrong. I was completely naked. At school. In a school bathroom.

I felt a bit better when Frank was completely undressed as well, but it was less "okay, we're even," and more "holy shit, you're fucking hung."

I gasped when I saw him and he smirked, pressing me against the wall once more. I was quickly shut up by Frank's mouth on mine, and his hand where I wanted it to be.

"Frankie-" I gasped out through clenched teeth and bucked my hips slightly.

"Yeah?" Frank bit his lip as he stroked me slowly, torturously. "Feels good? You want me to fuck you right here against this wall, baby?"

I merely whimpered as Frank took his hand away, reaching into his discarded jeans and pulling a condom from the back pocket. He looked into my eyes hungrily as he opened it and rolled it on slowly. He bit his lip as he stroked himself a few times and I whined softly.

Suddenly, his lips were on mine and he was pressing me up against the wall. Frank tapped my thighs softly and I got the message, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He pulled his mouth away from mine and put two fingers to my lips. I took them into my mouth shyly, slicking them up as I heard the other boy groan.

Frank pulled his fingers out of my mouth and I squeaked softly as I felt one of the digits pressing against my hole. I closed my eyes tightly and gasped when the first finger was pushed inside. I whimpered pathetically when the second one joined it. Frank moved his fingers inside of me, stretching me out for what I knew would come.

It started to feel good and I let Frank know by resting my head against the wall, gasping out as I moved against his fingers. Suddenly, Frank's hand was taken away.

"Please-" I whined and bucked up for any sort of friction. "Take me- Fuck..."

"I got you, baby," Frank moaned slightly and pressed his tip against me, causing me to bite my lip. My eyes screwed shut when the first few inches slid in, fuck he was big. It wasn't unbearable, so I opted not to say anything as he slipped in the rest of the way.

My nails dug into Frank's back and I gasped for air when he was finally all the way in. He didn't move yet, but his hands trembled and he let out shaky breaths against my neck. I winced as I did it, but knowing Frank needed to move, I lifted myself up slightly and then slid back down against him. He sighed in relief and pleasure, beginning to move slowly.

It didn't feel good at first, but my god was the feeling starting to grow on me. I moaned softly and moved against him as well, and yeah, I definitely liked that feeling. There were a plethora of breathy moans and curses filling the stall when Frank did something that made my back arch and I practically squealed in pleasure. I don't know what it was, but Frank seemed determined to do it again as he smirked and hit the same spot inside of me.

"Ah-!" I was doing my best not to scream. "Fuck- Frankie, please!"

My nails dug into Frank's back and one hand flew up to his hair, pulling it softly. It obviously did something for Frank, because suddenly his hands were on my hips, bruising them probably, and his pace was animalistic. I pulled his hair harder and he moaned against my shoulder, hitting that perfect spot inside of me each time with his deep thrusts.

I was embarrassingly close, clawing at Frank's back and moving against him desperately, doing my best to keep quiet. I was leaking heavily between my legs as I clenched them together around Frank.

"A-ah- close-" I practically sobbed out. "Please, please, please-"

I couldn't shut my mouth at this point, not knowing what I was begging for, but loving what Frank was giving me. Suddenly, his rough hand wrapped around me and he groaned dirty things into my ear.

"So fucking pretty, baby- Fucking yourself against my cock... come on, cum for me, sugar-"

I gasped and dragged my nails against Frank's shoulders, screaming his name as I came, riding my high as I moved desperately to make him cum.

"H-ah! Frankie!" My voice was high-pitched and choppy. "Cum inside me-"

And he did exactly as directed, releasing himself as I clenched around him.

"Gee- baby-" He bit my shoulder softly and stilled inside of me.

Frank pulled out slowly and I whined at the empty feeling, unwrapping my legs from his waist and standing unsteadily on the floor. I bit my lip as Frank cleaned himself off, and cleaned me off as well, panting softly and exhaustedly.

I leaned against the wall and took a moment to collect myself, blinking confusedly when I realized Frank had already gotten dressed and he kissed my neck softly.

"Thanks, sugar."

And I was left in the stall alone as I heard Frank's footsteps trail off.

Fuck.