"Alicia looks like the spawn of Satan next to you - Gerard's fucking 'perfect boyfriend'." Mikey grovelled, kicking the dirt with the heels of his vans. "She fucking loves you, you know. Gerard has the right to be jealous!" Mikey continued, his tone going through a gradual descent into a true demeanour of monotone and disgruntlement as the words departed from his lips.

"And of course she'll go on about how Alicia looks like a whore when of course Gerard is more of a fucking whore than she is." He added maybe just to accentuate his anger towards the subject, his eyes going cold momentarily as his lips pushed forward and back again to expel the two syllables that constructed Gerard's name.

"Does that hold any worth or meaning or are you just insulting him for the sake of it once again?" I drew my question out with a heavy breath wondering which answer I'd prefer. I settled upon neither after a few moments thought and then of course after another few moments of thought I settled upon the fact that at least one of the possibilities would fit the bill.

He shrugged my question off, seeming to not share my inner time bomb of tension at all. "Depends."

"On what?" I persisted despite the vague demeanour in which his words left his lips, leaving me with the suspicion that in answer to my further questioning, his responses would only traverse farther down the road to unspecificness and nonsensicality.

He shook his head, mumbling something which was inaudible apart from the words 'doesn't' and 'matter', which thankfully lead me to hazard what I deemed a pretty good guess as to what his answer entailed in full.

"I'm not saying Alicia's a whore of course. I'm not that shit of a boyfriend, you know." His words plunged up back into the realm of coherence like someone turning up the dial of volume on a radio or the regaining of hearing as you resurface in a swimming pool.

"Mhmm..." I mumbled, caring so much more about the abandoned point regarding Gerard than the whole subject of Alicia entirely. Alicia was important in some respects, but of course, her importance wasn't even comparable to Gerard's.

"I'm a pretty shit friend, but yeah- you're not listening are you?" He let out a heavy sigh, the sudden conclusion breaking through his thought path and eventually his words, cutting off his point entirely - a fact he would have minded a great deal more than I had.

"What?" I finally pushed a weary word into the silence and he shook his head in response; not out of denial or confusion, but sheer discontent.

"Alicia." Was the only explanation I got and of course needed, as I wasn't quite as keen upon the reciting of her entire life up to this very moment as Mikey was.

"So when is your mum going to meet Alicia? When are we going to meet Alicia?" I corrected myself as I pushed the point forward, quickly coming to realise that I had no face to the name 'Alicia' who had come up so often in my life as of recent.

"Hopefully never." Mikey scoffed, rolling his eyes and sucking in enough air to hollow out his cheeks almost completely, which did a fucking good job of both pissing me off and accentuating his cheek bone structure spectacularly. I liked to pretend I wasn't quite gay enough to have noticed the latter of the two as much as I did.

"We'll if you were going for that approach, why did you even mention Alicia in the first place?" I pulled off my rather spiteful remark with a smirk, as I glanced around the corner glad to see that none of the teachers had pulled on a full on search because Mikey had convinced me to skip class, which I was kind of nervous about, and that just made me feel nothing less than a little pathetic.

"I didn't." Mikey kicked a sandstorm of dirt up into the air, causing me to cough a little; it wasn't like cigarette smoke at all, because the dirt was a product of Mikey's existence and the smoke was of Gerard's. If Gerard had kicked the dirt up I'd probably be inhaling that with all my might too. "Gerard did."

"You told Ray about Gerard and me." I pushed the point forward with a lack of reason, but of course no lack of spite. "Kind of serves you right, you know." I shrugged it off, hoping he didn't end up too pissed off with me, but with another moment's thought I came to the rash decision that maybe I didn't give all that much of a damn.

"Ray isn't your fucking mother, Frank!" He snapped at me out of nowhere, clearly getting as pissed off as I had expected, but the sudden raise in tone of voice wasn't something I had called for.

"Yeah, Ray's still alive." And with that, I was walking away from Mikey's grunts and protests, not entirely sure where I was going, but I knew I was going somewhere, even if I didn't make it far at all. The aforementioned, of course, being nothing other than terribly likely.

"Frank, Jesus Christ!" The heightened vibrations made by quickened footsteps against the gravel alerted me of his proximity, way before his words and breath that hit the shell of my ear did.

"What?" I turned around, with empty eyes to meet sorrowful ones; eyes that looked almost out of place set into the chiselled bone structure of Mikey's ivory skinned face.

"What the fuck do you want?" I spat out at him for the second time; my words doubling the poison of my previous verbal assault, subconsciously wanting to make a visible impact this time.

"Frank- I- I... I'm sorry. I didn't know..." He stuttered out, the sincerity behind his words had me forgiving him despite his well-known history with these kinds of things. Fuck, the Ways were far too persuasive for my own good.

"S'okay." I mumbled, my eyes meeting with the ground in a solemn, yet mutual connection. "Thought Gerard would've told you - that's all."

"Gerard knows- of course Gerard knows." He corrected himself mid-sentence in a manner that was mildly unnerving. "Of course my fucking brother knows. Why am I always second fucking best? I'm not messed up in the head, I don't take fucking pills, I didn't fucking go and-" His eyes widened and his words halted, his demeanour fitting together like a car crash; his words the oncoming vehicle and his face the victim.

"What?" My eyes widened as I took a step forward, wondering if I could pry the words out of him in a state like this. "What didn't you do? That Gerard did..."

"You don't need to know, Frank." He let out a frustrated sigh, brushing the whole conversation off within seconds and looking generally rather like he'd prefer to shoot his own family than continue upon the subject matter.

"Fuck." He pushed his empty fingers to his lips. "I need a fucking smoke. Fuck school, man." He patted his pockets down to find them empty, looking up at me with a generally pissed off expression. "Fucking confiscated my smokes, as well."

"I'm sure there's a reason for that."

"Yeah, that's because they're douchebags." Mikey smiled a little despite his state of annoyance with just about life and everyone in general at that moment. I was just glad to know it wasn't anything particularly personal.

"Or maybe they don't want you to get lung cancer?" I suggested, with eyebrows raised far too high for them to avoid framing my face in a manner that was anything but almost comical in nature.

"Oh, so it's fine when Gerard smokes, of course, Frank, of course." He shook his head, tutting in an irate manner, but forced his lips into a smile to show he wasn't entirely mad at me. Entirely.

"Gerard's an adult-"

"So he can get lung cancer and I can't?" Mikey raised his eyebrows, expectant of an answer, but I remained silent as a timer in Mikey's head ticked down, and the moment it hit zero, the younger Way brother's mouth snapped open again in a reflexual manner. "Just because I'm fucking seventeen, I'm not as good as anyone a year older than me. Doesn't make sense man- I mean, you should- fuck... doesn't matter."

He let out a heavy sigh, finally coming to a rational conclusion. "You were just trying to look out for me and I was making a big mess out of it again, wasn't I?"

"Something like that." I shrugged it off, pretending I didn't really care to save myself the mildly apologetic rant that would be sure to follow.

"Look dude, I'm getting some cigs from Bob and then bunking off at Alicia's for the rest of the day." He noticed my expression of disbelief; I wasn't even going to consider tolerating school without someone I could vaguely stand to keep me somewhere near sane.

"You can stay here or whatever, but Gerard's got the house to himself all of today so, you know, I'd assume he'd appreciate some company." The sentence itself was fairly innocent, but when he finished it off with a wink that did of course instantly change.

"You did not just-" My jaw dropped to the extent I felt like my organs were going to crawl up my windpipe and slither out.

"Later, Frank, later."

-

Pushing my finger against the doorbell of the Ways' house was quite possibly the most anxiety inducing experience I'd ever put myself through, because despite the simplicity of the task, the thoughts telling me to run while I could were lingering in the back of mind like monsters in the closet.

The fear of Gerard simply not being home overruled them all, because then I was fucking alone in life; I suppose I could go up to the woods and hope Gerard was there, but he really didn't look like the kind of guy who left the house before half ten in the morning.

I jumped out of my thoughts with the sound of a key turning in the lock and the door slamming open and resonating almost painfully as it collided against the brick wall of the house. "What the fuck do you- Frank?" He rubbed his eyes as he met my gaze and I bit back a smirk as I realised I was faced with a Gerard who had clearly just gotten out of bed.

His hair was a mess; sprawling out in every direction possible and he was raking it backwards every thirty seconds just to keep it out of his face. He was shirtless; wearing only some fucking star wars pyjama pants and a matching star wars duvet wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. Honestly, he looked about fourteen.

And it was fucking cute.

"Gerard." A giggle slipped out between my words and his face blushed a shade that was sure to blend in with his hair.

"Fuck off." He shook his head, rubbing his eyes and gazing down at my considerably more presentable appearance; I hadn't dressed for anyone at all, clad in a pair of skinny jeans that hadn't been washed for about a week, a seriously oversized t-shirt which had once displayed a band logo but was now too faded to distinguish, and a pair of vans with at least two holes in each shoe. And yet, I still looked better than Gerard. And for once, I wasn't even being particularly narcissistic about things.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" He commented with a smirk, his tongue slipping out and rolling over his bottom lip a little. "Should I be punishing you for your truancy, Frankie?" He bit his lip and looked at me with nothing short of bedroom eyes. His bedroom eyes weren't entirely as effective when they were coupled with star wars pyjama pants though.

"Fuck off, you look about twelve." My eyes travelled downwards, referring his star wars attire and he scowled as I pushed past him, glancing at him with a smug expression as I leaned against the wall, once again finding myself in the position of admiring the puke yellow wallpaper.

"Whatever honey." He shook his head, throwing the duvet that'd been wrapped around him moments before and leaving it to rot away in a heap in the corner, before pushing past me and grabbing a cigarette from the open packet of Marlboro laid across the kitchen table in a manner that would be nothing but inappropriate for any other household, but for the Ways, this was the ordinary.

And I really fucking liked that.

The clatter of the lighter against the counter top as he dropped it from his fingers, bringing the lit cigarette up to his lips with the other hand, startled me from my daydream instantly. "And I was the one who just got up." He shook his head at me in playful ridicule, pissing me off just the right mount; not enough to make me hate him, yet enough to cause an effect - it was kind of weird, but Gerard just sort of had a knack for it.

"Stop bitching and go back to bed then." I retorted, my lips curling up into a smirk.

"Oh, but then you'd be bored." He mused, practically strutting towards me and tucking my fringe behind my ear. I tried to shake it back into place, but he shook his head, tucking it back within an instant. "I want to see your eyes, Frankie. They're fucking beautiful, like the rest of you, you know."

"You want to see my dick - you mean." I corrected him with a smirk. "That's what you want right now, isn't it? You just woke up and you need to jack off." He stared at me blankly. "You want to see my dick." I repeated and I think the last word showed up on his gaydar or something because he snapped out of his trance like state as it left my lips.

"Eventually, yes, but I think your eyes will have to do. I also very much doubt you have a fucking hazel dick, Frankie." He scoffed, but he had this dazed look on his face that led me to a conclusion that suggested he was nothing short of imaging it - my dick. Fuck.

"Why don't you find out?" I entwined the fingers of his non-smoking hand with mine, teasing him of course, and just all in good nature.

"Patience, Frankie." He teased, blowing a puff of smoke right in my face to irritate me more than anything, because Gerard was a nice boyfriend like that.

"Fuck off, Smaug."

"Whatever Bilbo Baggins- hey, you make a good hobbit - you're short enough." He winked at me and I just shook my head wondering whether I could slap him without him withdrawing his end of the eighteenth birthday agreement, which when phrased like that sounded an awful lot more sinister than it was in reality.

"I don't have the hairy feet." I winked at him.

"Sure." He smirked at me; making his way upstairs and having me follow him like some sort of sex deprived puppy without the need for a single word to be said.

And I hated that, but loved it at the same time; no one was quite like Gerard - so perfectly bittersweet and hatefully beautiful.

-

"I think I preferred it when you had fewer clothes on." I gestured at the black shirt he'd just pulled on, my eyes now deprived of the view of his exposed torso, which had looked so much better now he'd rid himself of the star wars pyjamas.

"You said I looked twelve." He reminded me, his eyebrows rose to accentuate his discontent in the matter, but of course, it wasn't as if I needed reminding: pissing him off was my game here, after all.

"I was referring to the star wars pyjamas rather than your bare chest, you know."

"So you wanted me to take the pyjamas off." I nodded in response, unaware as to how he'd end up twisting it. "You want me naked, Frankie. You fucking slut." He kissed the shell of my ear with lips that seemed to leave a nicotine residue behind with them, and weirdly enough, I kind of fucking loved it.

He sat on the bed opposite me; his arms sprawled out across the headboard and mine kept to myself as I sat crossed legged at the foot of the bed. His fingers twirled around as if they were holding a cigarette despite the absence of a nicotine stick in either his fingers or pressed between his lips, having finished smoking by the time he got into his room, stubbing it out on the ash tray beside his bed as I walked in.

"You're a pretty little slut, you know." He bit down on his bottom lip, teasing me as he pushed out the legs that his far too tight jeans clung to almost at the point of splitting entirely. A situation that maybe I wouldn't be quite so opposed to at all.

I clutched my knees to my chest, blushing a little into my palms as I mumbled something I couldn't even understand, my mind elsewhere entirely. And that elsewhere being nothing short of Gerard's accentuated crotch in those jeans.

"I like making you blush, Frankie." He winked at m, running his tongue gently across his bottom lip and then letting those hazel eyes meet mine in search of an immediate reaction his behaviour.

"I've noticed." I pushed my knees down, relaxing a little, making this harder for him.

"Want to strip for me, Frankie? Or do you want me to strip for you?" He coupled his words with yet another wink and it took me at least twenty seconds of blank staring for me to piece together the fact that he was in fact being deadly serious.

"I- I-..."

"You know, I just put these clothes on for you, Frankie. It'd be a waste to take them off again." He pulled at his shirt a little, causing his upper chest to expose a little, the collar of his shirt settling back down into a relaxed V shape with the loosening of the fabric the friction of his fingers had created.

"Fuck, I-..." My cheeks turned a colour Gerard's hair would envy.

"Aw, Frankie." He giggled like a fucking girl. "I just like making you blush..." Thank fuck! I breathed out a sigh of relief. "You can still strip for me if you want to, but of course, you're seventeen, you don't... We are waiting for a reason-"

"I can strip." I interjected his words, ignorant to the fact he was playing me right into his hands here; I was naive and I wanted to prove my worth by of course whatever means Gerard saw fit, and since this was Gerard, he was of course nothing short of creative in his methods.

"Can you, honey?" Then came the eyebrow raise as Gerard perched up immediately, leaning forward as those hazel eyes raked over me, rendering me exposed enough even in my clothes.

"I can." I gulped, sitting up straight to match his posture, but with nothing nearly the amount confidence he carried throughout every fluid body movement of his.

"Go on then, Frankie." He bit down on his bottom lip. "I'm watching."

I met his predatory eyes as I pushed back my natural response of hesitation, going straight into the process of pulling my shirt over my head. Gerard grabbed it from where it landed on the bed and placed it beside him; I was a little confused, but as his eyes wandered downwards I knew I had much more pressing matters on my agenda.

"Those jeans look so tight, baby. You look almost uncomfortable." Yeah, that'd be your fault. "Am I making you uncomfortable, Frankie?" He got up onto his knees. "Answer me, Frankie." I gulped as my head shook out into an immediate nod.

The corners of his mouth twitched up into a smirk. "Good."

And then before I knew it, my zipper was down and I was stood up on his bed pulling my jeans off; which he then dumped with my t-shirt.

"Boxers too." He winked at me, his eyes exploring every inch of my exposed skin; no one had seen this much of me before ever.

"Why- why are you keeping my clothes there?" I was stalling without a doubt, and constantly praying Gerard wouldn't catch onto that.

"You have to earn them back, Frankie? Little sluts like you don't need clothes to prove their worth." And fuck, my hands were on my boxers before he could even utter another word. "Good boy." He purred, and I threw my boxers to him this time - he disregarded them, placing himself down on his knees before my now full blown erection, which was of course doing nothing other than complicating matters.

"You got hard just from stripping for me." He marvelled, running his fingers down my hips and tracing patterns into my thighs.

I nodded, trembling into his touch.

"Fuck." He parted his lips, leaving the word to escape. "Just fuck, you're fucking perfect.

"Gee..." I whimpered as his hands travelled towards my erection, which brought him back to the agenda at hand.

"So, Frankie. I have a little game I want to play." He purred, looking up at me with bedroom eyes, now in full force and without the star wars pyjamas.

I nodded and watched as he pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees, revealing his semi. "Make sure I come first, and I mean, at least thirty seconds before you do, and then you can have your clothes back- but, you're not allowed to touch me - I'm only allowed to touch you."

"Fuck!" I breathed out; completely certain in the fact that there was no way in held I'd achieve this. "How?"

"Not only do I love it when you blush... I love those little whimpers and noises too." And with that his fingers ran down my length, leaving me already shivering into his touch and fuck things were not looking good.

I took me a minute to get the agenda straight here, because when I thought about it - it was simple - he just wanted me to turn him on. All I had to do was act like a fucking pornstar, and that of course was harder than expected, but with the second brush of my length, I tangled my fingers into his hair, moaning and thrusting into his touch.

"Good little slut." He winked, purring as he squeezed my tip. "Looks like I'll have to make things harder for you?" And before I could say anything he took my length in between his lips, pulling me through his mouth and now I didn't even have to force the moans - they just came, and fuck I knew I was going to soon too.

I thrust to the back of his throat, choking him and as fast as I could, however he adjusted and took me like a natural. "You're the fucking slut, Gee." I snapped at him and then I felt him shuddered against me as a smirk slithered onto my lips, having found his weak spot. I pushed my fingers into his lock, tugging as I forced his head back to look up at me.

"Slut." I spat at him and then came that shudder again and I glanced down to see him hard by now.

It was working but it had to work fast, because this was doing an awfully good job of getting me hard too.

He pulled his head down to concentrate on taking me, but I shuffled forward, pulling out and pulling his head up almost vertically and diminishing the distance until I was almost on top of him, fitting between his lips at the angle he was at now.

"Don't fucking move your head." I ordered, feeling that shudder again and as I slammed myself against the back of his throat, he fucking jerked up against me, which of course only pushed me deeper into him.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned out and it was a moan we shared, because I looked down to see a sticky mess spreading out all over the sheets.

"I w- fuck!" I barely had the chance to celebrate before he took me so hard his cheeks hollowed out to the point of nothingness and I was coming straight down his throat within instants. My eyes widened as he swallowed all of it.

I fell back against the bed, sitting crossed legged beside him. "People actually swallow - I thought that was just porn?"

"Frankie, I'll show you better than porn." He purred against my skin, the shaky breaths between his words both audible and mind numbingly hot.

"Will you?"

"Mhmm... c'mon how was that for your first blowjo-"

"Fuck..." And then it hit me - Gerard had sucked me off, sucked me off. Fuck, indeed.

"Fucking amazing." I breathed my response out with disregard for thought.

"So how do you think it'll go when I'm inside you, Frankie, hey?" He winked, the words rolling off his tongue like this was a speech he'd planned, and somehow that didn't seem entirely unlikely at all. "Are you counting down the days yet, because I am?"

"No." I giggled and he rolled his eyes at me and I watched the way he licked his lips as I begged the twenty three days I had counted that we had left to go faster.

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