"Frankie..." Gerard mumbled, giving me a gentle shove, which in response to, I let out a groan and rolled over so I was facedown against the pillow... his pillow... and fuck. Gerard Way's fucking pillow, not my own, not at all my own. Fuck.

Suddenly everything came back to me and I jumped up with a start, most likely startling my boyfriend in the process, not that I could care all that much right now, my eyes darting around his bedroom, and taking in everything that was just so Gerard about it, my eyes lingering over the posters far longer than I needed too, and I eventually settled into a blush as our eyes met.

"Hey..." I breathed out, looking up into the big, innocent, hazel eyes of someone I'd fucked last night. It was in no way something I would ever regret though, but the fact that it changed things between us, was of course, inevitable. And it was in no way just a fuck - it meant so much and yet this was so casual, and I really just couldn't grasp the situation at all, which I wouldn't say was a first.

"Hey." He mimicked, his lips pulling themselves up into a smile, and I couldn't just leave him looking so fucking cute there, and before I could recognise what I was doing, I had pressed my lips against his, and before I could stop myself, he was kissing back.

And of course then, I looked down, and came to realise that he was still naked, and was actively pressing his semi up against me, which was something that I minded more than I would have liked to.

"Gerard-" I exclaimed, pulling away, my eyes falling down to his rapidly growing problem, leaving him to emit nothing more than a light-hearted chuckle in response. "You've-"

"Got a problem down there, yes." He finished my sentence for me, pushing his fingers through my hair and pulling it back so we were uncomfortably eye-to-eye. "Want to help sort it out, Frankie?" Fuck, why did I have to date Gerard Way, of all fucking people?

"I...I-..I..." I blushed, stuttering my words, amusing him far too much in the process, and punching him in the face seemed like a pretty good idea right now.

"Oh come on, you little whore, my little whore, I know you want nothing more than to get those whore lips around me." I gasped at his words, causing that grin of his to escalate into a smirk without the need for warning, and all thoughts of hasty violence were rid from my head and I couldn't help but just stare at him.

And before he could even think, I was obliging, and fuck, it was so good to have him moaning from what I was doing to him, and as he pushed himself to the back of my throat, I couldn't help but feel like I was going to end up with a little problem too.

Not that in this situation I would find myself minding all that much, because if I was doing this to him, he most definitely owed me payback, and I knew far too well that Gerard was fucking amazing with a cock at the back of his throat. Not that he wasn't amazing anyway, it was just that cocksucking seemed to be a certain talent of his.

As I ran my tongue down his length, I couldn't help but think back to last night, and just how fucking good it had been, and just how much we needed to do that again, and just how irrelevant all of the nitpicky little ifs and buts seemed right now. All that mattered and ever would matter was the two of us.

"Fuck, Frankie, you fucking whore-" Gerard gasped out, his fingers latching into my hair, and by how hard he was grasping on, I was seriously worried about ending up bald before we'd finished. Only his words were interrupted, not by a moan, but by a very unfortunate younger brother.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Mikey exclaimed out, causing me to jump back away from Gerard, and leaving his problem in a state of horrible abandonment, and quite honestly, I was just thankful that, unlike my boyfriend, I still had my boxers on.

There was this terrible moment of sympathy for Mikey, because no matter how much of an arrogant little bitch he was, no one deserved to see their older brother with a massive hard on, and of course, their best friend sucking him off mere moments prior. Then again, I had already come to terms with the fact that I wouldn't be hearing the end of this from either of them for several weeks to come.

"Was last night not enough?" Mikey practically shrieked out. "Cause anyone that came upstairs could fucking hear you two. Mr Toro heard you two." Mikey snapped, his words mainly directed at me, and I couldn't help but blush, declaring this with the award of what I reckoned to quite possibility be the least enjoyable situation I'd ever been in.

"So I'm assuming you didn't get any action with Alicia last night." Gerard commented rather casually, now covering his lower half with a sheet, and no one dared point out the still rather obvious bulge that I would no longer be attending to, especially not with his little brother around, the situation already beyond awkward.

"Shut the fuck up..." Mikey fell into a blush that was really more excessive than usual, which led me to believe quite the opposite - that something had gone on, but not something he'd want to be boasting about. Something with someone else... perhaps.

"Alicia's really not very good at that kind of shit, is she?" Gerard smirked to himself, winding up his brother to an extreme he was used to. "Unlike little Frankie, here-"

"Gerard!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening and my cheeks reddening, and the idea of punching him in the face resurfacing in an awfully appealing light.

"Yes, Frankie?" He looked up at me with those big, wide, innocent, fucking, liar eyes.

"I'd suggest you shut up, because as we both know, I have a wonderful method of blackmail now, don't I?" Gerard went the colour of his hair at that moment and Mikey just glared at me, perhaps thinking the worst of this situation, which I really couldn't blame him for, could I?

"Right, I really don't want to hear anymore of this, get your clothes on and get downstairs as soon as you can." Mikey let out a sigh, before closing the door behind him, and I really couldn't help but feel sorry for him, especially in this situation.

"Finish off what you started, hey Frankie?" Gerard asked, biting his lip in some messed up attempt at looking appealing or whatever the hell else he'd like to call it.

"Not a fucking chance, especially not after your brother just walked in, hey." I smirked, shaking my head, far too amused at the reaction I'd caused within him, and perhaps this was even better than punching him in this face, because his face was seriously not one I was all that keen upon spoiling at all, because that would seriously be an utter waste.

"What am I supposed to do about this then?" Gerard snapped, getting up and looking up at me with those fucking eyes, leaving me to bite back what was nothing short of a giggle.

"Jack off." I said casually, pulling my jeans up, and grabbing my shirt, throwing it clumsily over my head.

"Only if you'll watch." He breathed out, his hand running down to his waist.

"Now that's an offer I can't refuse."

-

"You took your time, didn't you?" Mikey commented as we finally arrived downstairs, and I couldn't help but blush to myself as I came to remember just what had kept us so long, and how I was in absolutely no position to regret that at all.

Gerard shrugged in response, the corners of his lips twitching up into a grin, which could seriously mean nothing but trouble. "Looks like Alicia didn't. Didn't take any time, did she?"

"Nah, Mikey, she didn't stick around, did she?" Lindsey's voice rose up and I became aware to the fact that she, Bob, and Pete stood in the corner, apparently the only three who had stuck around. What was worth noting though, was Pete's blush at Lindsey's words. Now that was interesting, very interesting indeed.

"Will everyone just shut the fuck up about Alicia for one fucking minute? This is supposed to be about Frank, isn't it?" Mikey grumbled, leaning back against the wall and watching on at my amusement, needless to say, I guessed that Mikey wasn't having the best of days.

"What?" I piped up, glancing around, my gaze settling on Gerard's, who had in fact completely failed to telling me what the hell was going on here, presumably prioritising last night's events, which I had no objections towards, but I really would have liked the slightest inkling as to what the hell was going on.

"Hey, we're going on a fucking road trip, kid." Bob offered as explanation, clutching a beer in his hand and I hoped to God that he wouldn't be the one driving. My eyes widened a little, wondering just how badly that could go.

"Well, we're going somewhere special." Lindsey explained, smiling at me, and looking reassuringly less drunk. "Gerard's idea, of course, so go and bitch to him about it, but I didn't bug some asshole for a seven seater for no reason." Of course it was Gerard's fucking idea, when were things like this not? I could kill him for fuck's sake.

"We could always have strapped Mikey to the roof." Gerard suggested, smirking to himself, and I could tell by now that the tension between the two of them was not going to be enjoyable, especially when this car journey could just about last forever, especially if Gerard had planned the damn thing.

"We could have left you at home." Mikey suggested, and I couldn't help but notice that momentary glance he shared with Pete, and I was rather uncomfortable with the amount of evidence and just how it was adding up here.

"I know where we're going, dipshit." Gerard rolled his eyes, grabbing me by the hand and leading everyone out to view the majesticness of the seven seater than genuinely looked like it belonged to a mum who had the unfortunate fate of having triplets, twice.

"I feel like a forty year old woman." Bob commented, finishing his beer can and dropping it to the floor all too casually - I guessed he was most likely far too high to care.

"I'd suggest you pick that up." Mikey commented, glaring at the trash on the floor in a strangely vengeful manner and I guessed he was more pissed with Bob himself than the actual littering itself. To say Mikey held grudges, would most definitely be an understatement right now.

"I'd suggest you do it if you're all that bothered, because I'm not." Bob responded, stepping over it and sending Mikey a sarcastic smirk, and I could tell right now that perhaps this really was not the best of ideas at all.

I guessed it would barely be five minutes before a full bitch fight broke out, which was something that I really was in no way looking forward to, and I presumed it would be awfully messy and I was in no way prepared to clean someone's internal organs off the driveway.

"Right then," Lindsey stepped forward making her way to the drivers seat, "all aboard the H.M.S.....?" She paused, looking down at us, and smirking a little. "I need names, guys."

"It's a car not a fucking boat." Mikey grumbled, folding his arms over his chest in full four year old having a tantrum style. It was just a little more amusing than I would have liked to admit, and if I laughed right now I doubted Mikey would ever stop on his quest to complete obliterate me.

"Spoil sport." Lindsey responded, smiling just a little and judging by Mikey's glare up at her, she really hadn't planned for Mikey's PMS reaction - who knew that not getting with his girlfriend could fuck him up so much?

I did suspect it was just a little bit more than that, and something involving Pete Wentz, who I'd have to blackmail into telling me later, because right now this whole fucking situation was driving me beyond crazy, and seriously Mikey's attitude was not helping.

"The H.M.S. Strap Mikey to the roof." Bob suggested, smirking in the younger Way brother's direction, which anyone with a shred of common sense could tell was a fucking stupid decision, Bob however, was already drunk, and common sense was just about thrown out the window for him.

"The H.M.S. Mikey didn't fuck Alicia last night." Gerard added with a smirk, and I turned around just to catch Pete's blush once again, and seriously this was beyond suspicious - I needed to find out as to what the fuck happened between the two of them- no... I knew Pete was gay, but Mikey was a serious fucking homophobe if he wanted to be, especially when it came to Gerard and I, but fuck, no, no, no, that had not happened. No way in fucking hell.

"The H.M.S. Gerard Way is a cocksucker." Mikey snapped in response, and I couldn't help feeling a little sorry for him, because Gerard was being an asshole, but then again, that was just what Gerard did best. He really couldn't help himself sometimes, but by now he should have gathered that it'd be beneficial to just about everyone if he shut the hell up.

"The H.M.S. Alicia isn't." Gerard retorted, gaining stifled laughter from just about everyone, even Pete, which only aided my further confusion and I doubted that just about anything made sense right now, which of course, was fucking lovely.

"Shut up, Gerard." I leaned forward, whispering into his ear, attempting to get him to stop in a somewhat discreet manner. "Just leave it, okay." However, Gerard didn't seem all that happy to oblige, which really didn't look good for either of us.

"The H.M.S. dated a teenager." Mikey stepped forward, attacking the both of us now, assuming that what I'd whispered into his brother's ear wasn't quite so friendly, and with how Mikey reacted to the two of us already, just about everything had gone to shit.

"The H.M.S-" Gerard began, a smirk tugging at his lips, and seriously I was giving him one more fucking warning. Just because we fucked, did not mean I would be standing for this kind of shit from him, especially when it was affecting everyone right now.

Seriously, he was still just bitching from when I'd refused to finish sucking him off, which was of course, Mikey’s fault, and oh Jesus Christ, could he learn to think with something other than his dick?

"Gerard." I warned him, my eyes stern, not wanting to do this, but more than prepared to, because right now he fucking deserved every form of blackmail I could throw at him.

"The H.M.S. Mikey Way is a sad virgin." He finished, his words directed right at his brother, and I had really had enough by now. Did he just not know when to fucking stop?

"He's what?" Bob exclaimed and I let out a deep sigh, my mind suddenly jerking up because there was no way in hell that Mikey Way was a virgin... what if he was? Jesus fucking Christ, the Way brothers had some issues, to put it lightly.

"Yep, tell everyone you aren't, but you are, Mikey, aren't you-"

"Gerard! Shut the fuck up!" I screamed out, pulling my boyfriend around to face me, and he was still smirking like an absolute dickhead, of course.

"Make me." He responded, biting down on his bottom lip and clearly not expecting what I was to throw at him next, and really, he should have been.

"Alright then, The H.M.S. Gerard Way is a bottom." And silence fell over the group, as everyone stared at Gerard, and Gerard looked at me as if he was considering slicing my throat right then. I just smirked - it seems blackmail is great fun, especially when it finally shuts your asshole of a boyfriend up.

"I think we're going for that one, 'ey, Linds." Bob finally broke the silence with a smirk to die for, and I guessed Gerard was planning on killing him for it in the near future.

"Why not, all aboard, then." She smirked, and I had to drag Gerard's limp frame into the back two seats with me, hoping he wouldn't try anything else quite as stupid as he had previously.

Pete and Mikey took the middle two as I had very much suspected, and I was beginning to think that Alicia wasn't a cocksucker, because Mikey was already just a little preoccupied in that area, with a certain boy who wore eyeliner like it was still 2005.

Lindsey and Bob took the front, and I was glad to say that it was Lindsey who was driving and not Bob, who I suspected was already drunk, and I wasn't particularly in the mood to die today.

"Why the fuck did you have to do that?" Gerard snapped, glaring at me, his tone hushed, but I was pretty sure that both Pete and Mikey could hear the entirety of our conversation regardless.

"Because you were being an asshole and you wouldn't shut up, so I decided that everyone might as well know that you like it up your asshole." I responded casually, all too aware of the possibility of Gerard hating me after this, but the thing with Gerard was that it was entirely far too easy to bribe him with a handjob or something.

"You leave me hard, and now this, you're a fucking ass, dude." Gerard exclaimed, letting out a sigh as he leaned against me, deciding that I was better backrest than the seat itself.

"No, Gee, I like fucking your ass." I commented smirking at him wildly.

"You're fucking it tonight - no questions asked."

"I have no problems with that whatsoever, honey." I let out a sigh. "Going to make you beg for it, bottom."

"Sure thing, sure thing. I'd like to see you try."

"Oh, you will, Gee, you will."

"I look forward to it then."

"Yeah, I'd save your voice, honey, you're going to need it tonight."

"We'll see about that."

"Will we?"

"Oh, we will."

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