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I set my mug down on the dresser next to Gerard's. Gee's room was rather large and rather girly. It had white floors with pastel purplish-pinkish walls that had white borders. A big bed sat in the center, curtains draping the corners of it with white bedspread and pale purple accents, a ruffled bed skirt covering the bottom. There were light pink night tables with matching dressers and a flower shaped mirror over one of them. Behind the bed was a pink sliding door, which I assumed opened up to a closet. There were white fur rugs spotted on the ground along the room along with small, circular chairs. There was a little section in the back that had a white bookshelf covered in toys and books. In that area, there was also a door that lead to a personal balcony. Across from the bed was a black wall-mounted flat-screen tv. By the door that leads to the room was a small white couch with little pink pillows and a white coffee table. By the couch, there was also a door that lead to an en suite bathroom. There were also little stuffed animals littered around the room here and there.

Goddamn rich boy.

Gee hopped over to the closet, sliding open the door and revealing the nice, walk in closet. He stepped in and shut the door behind him and I sat down on the couch after closing the door behind me. A few moments later, Gerard stepped out and I froze as my eyes scanned over him. He wore a red plaid skirt with a white button up t-shirt, a solid black tie, a black blazer with white trimmings, and white thigh high socks.

"These aren't the actual socks," Gee said. "They're not this high they're only over the knee but I accidentally ripped a whole in them."

I couldn't really stop staring. Fuck, he looked sexy as hell. I actually really just wanted to bend him over a table and fuck him.

"What do you think, Frankie?" Gerard asked when I continued to stare.

"I-I think you look hot as fuck," I stated.

Gee's eyes widened as he blushed, looking down and shuffling his feet. I gestured for him to come over and he sat beside me. I smiled at him, scooting closer and resting a hand on his thigh. Gerard's blush deepened as I leaned in closer, leaving a gentle kiss on his lips.

"You're really pretty, Gee," I muttered.

"R-really?" He squeaked.

I nodded, kissing him again. Gerard kissed back hesitantly, giggling nervously when my tongue slipped into his mouth. My hand trailed up his thigh, my thumb softly rubbing the inside of the smooth, pale skin of his thigh. Gerard whimpered quietly, continuing to kiss me.

"Do you like this?" I whispered, pulling away barely an inch.

Gerard nodded his head and I moved him to straddle my hips.

"Do you want me to touch you, baby?" I asked.

He blushed, biting his lip as he nervously nodded again. A squeak left his lips when my hand went under his skirt, cupping the bulge that was forming in his lace panties. I rubbed him gently, hearing his breath quickening. Gee rutted his hips against my hand, moaning quietly. I connected our lips again, rougher this time as I palmed him harder. I pulled his panties down slightly, his skirt pushing up as I wrapped my hand around his erection.

"F-Frankie," Gerard moaned.

"Call me Daddy," I stated.

Gerard moaned again, a whine leaving his lips when I moved my hand faster. He threw his head back, his hands tangled in my hair.

"D-daddy," He choked out.

"Good boy," I praised, running my thumb over his slit and watching his body shudder.

I've always been into ddlb, although I've never told anyone that. That's also why I would never let anyone know I have a tumblr. I let go of him for a moment, unzipping my pants and pushing them down around my thighs along with my boxers. I took both our erections into my right hand, stroking them quickly.

"O-oh my god," he whined.

My heart beat fast, pumping in my chest as I breathed heavy, my cheeks flushing. Gerard's chubby cheeks were pink, his hair covering the majority of his face as he let out little gasps and high-pitched moans.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" I asked, working him faster.

Gerard didn't answer, merely moaning loudly while he rolled his hips. His body tensed, legs squeezing my thighs as he came in my hand. The sight had a tightening in my stomach, coiling up in white hot pleasure. I lost it too soon, releasing with him with a deep groan. I can't remember the last time I reached an orgasm so fast. Not since I was an amateur.

"Daddy, oh daddy," Gerard whimpered.

I smirked, grabbing a tissue from the Hello Kitty tissue box on the little coffee table and wiping off my hand. I bit my lip as Gee sleepily rested his head on my shoulder, sighing contently. I pulled his panties back up and fixed his skirt, tucking myself into my jeans. I picked him up, carrying him to his bed and tucking him in. I started to walk away when he whined.

"Daddy, come cuddle with me," Gee complained.

"No, you get some rest," I stated.

Gerard mumbled something as I walked out, shutting the door behind me. I felt my flushed cheeks begin to cool as I ran a hand through my red and black hair. I hurried down the stairs before anyone would see me, going outside to the ladder to continue my job. Thirty minutes of scrubbing later and I had finally gotten the rest of the egg off. I grabbed the bucket of supplies and went inside again.

"Mr. Way?" I called.

I heard some footsteps and Mr. Way walked in.

"You got it all cleaned up, boy?" He asked and I nodded. "You're gonna need to pay for that broken window in my son's room."

I figured it must've been Gee's room because he was the one who was hit by the rock. I probably didn't notice because it was covered by a curtain, or maybe just because Gerard was too distracting.

"I can't pay for that," I stated.

Mr. Way threw his arms up in exasperation.

"First you break my window and now you say you can't even pay for it," he complained. "I will call your parents."

"You have enough money to pay for it," I retorted.

"Fucking punk kid," he muttered. "If I were to just pay for it then you wouldn't learn a lesson from this. Fine, I'll pay for it but you have to work it off."

"Like a job?" I asked hopefully. "I get paid?"

"No you don't get paid," Mr. Way denied.

I frowned, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"I want you here after school on Monday," he decided.

"That doesn't work for me," I stated.

"Oh well I guess I'll just fit everything around your schedule," he said. "

"No really, I can't come by after school," I said.

"Fine," he muttered. "How about two hours after school ends."

"Fine," I agreed.

I turned and walked out, only realizing I didn't have a ride. I stepped back in, Mr. Way giving me an annoyed look.

"Can I use a phone?" I asked.

He sighed, handing me his cellphone. I gave Brendon a quick call and he said he'd be here in about ten or twenty minutes. After giving the phone back, I started walking down their extensive driveway that led to the road. I made it to the end, sitting on a rock that had the address of their house on it. It was cold and there was a crack in the sky.

"Just my luck," I muttered.

About five minutes later the rain started, thunder shaking the ground. I sighed, putting my elbows on my knees and head in my hands as I waited for Brendon to show up. I tapped my foot, wrapping my jacket tighter around me to keep warm as rain soaked me. The rain poured down harder, hitting against my skin in large droplets.

It wasn't until nearly two hours later that I gave up on Brendon coming to pick me up. I stood, feeling the water that filled my black converse. I started making my way home across town angrily. I was shaking from the cold and just hoping I wasn't sick because if I was then I wouldn't be able to visit my mother in the hospital.

"Fucking Brendon," I muttered as I finally made it to my neighborhood. "Fucking fuck everything."

At last, I had made it to my house after about two or three hours of walking. My legs were killing me and I felt disgusting. I pulled off my shoes, turning them upside down and watching enough water spill out to fill the Nile River. I pulled off my jacket, hearing it clump to the ground in a wet, leathery smack. I pulled my shirt over my head, barely managing to peel off my black skinny jeans and boxers. I walked down the hall to the bathroom, grabbing one of the towels to dry myself off.

I rubbed my hair, the fauxhawk being completely messed up in the progress. I looked at myself in the mirror, glaring at my reflection before turning away. I was so pissed off at Brendon. How the fuck could he just leave me there like that? God, he's kind of being an ass. And he still has my fucking phone. The worst part is that this isn't the first time my friends have let me down like this.

I wrapped the towel around my waist, heading down the hall to my bedroom. I put on dark grey sweatpants and a random black t-shirt that was laying on my bedroom floor. I grabbed a bottle of vodka, sitting down on the couch and flipping on the tv. It was on some random news channel but I really didn't have the heart to change it. The woman on the screen was just talking about the storm that was occurring outside and when it would end, which would be at some point in the middle of the night.

"Fuck this," I muttered.

I took a drink, feeling the liquid burn my throat. I glared at the screen in annoyance. God, my friends are such douchebags. But then again, it's not like I can just leave them or else I have no one. They've always been here, the only other people I have in my life is my sick mother and random one night stands. So without them, I'd be all alone.