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Gerard's POV. We spent the afternoon hanging out in Frank's apartment




We spent the afternoon hanging out in Frank's apartment. We were watching some Japanese horror movie with English subtitles. It was so weird. I mean, Japanese horror movies normally are a little bit weird. But this one was super weird.

Frank was laying on top of me and throughout the whole movie, he'd been pushing my shirt up, inch by inch. I think he thought I hadn't noticed. But I had. I just ran with it. He was tracing invisible patterns on my chest and I could feel his warm breath hitting my bare skin. It made my heart beat faster and made my nipples harden. If he asked why my nipples were hard, I'd tell him that I was cold. There was no way in hell I was gonna tell him it was arousing. He might take that to mean something else. And I didn't want to lead him on.

Fuck, who was I kidding? I was falling so hard for this guy. He was so beautiful. So perfect. And, he actually listened to me. Not many people actually listened to what I had to say. I was pretty damn lucky to have a guy like him.

"You ever considered getting a tattoo?" he asked me out of the blue while the movie was still going. It had almost finished, but I didn't get the concept of it. I was so lost. The subtitles weren't worded too well. I didn't understand what was going on.

"I wanted to get one, but I'm too fucking chicken," I told him.

"You'd look hot with one," he pointed out.

"Yeah, I'd look especially hot with the word 'Spike' on my ass," I joked.

"Ouch," Frank replied, getting off of me and walking out of the room. Desperation filled my mind. I'd said the wrong thing. I'd meant it as a joke, but it was obviously a touchy subject for Frank.

"Frank wait, come back," I said, standing up and following him. He went into his bedroom and didn't even bother closing the door. Once I'd reached his bedroom, he was face down on his bed. It looked like he was sobbing into his pillow. I did all that I could think of doing. I got up on the bed and laid beside him.

"Frank, I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd get upset," I told him. He ignored me and kept crying. So I moved over and straddled his ass. I wrapped my arms around him and held onto him. "Frankie. I'm sorry. You have a cute ass. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I'm sure Spike was an awesome and loyal dog. Please don't cry," I begged him. He kept crying and used his super strength to roll us over so that I was on my back and he was on his back on top of me. He turned over and held onto my chest, tears still leaking out of his eyes. I'd only ever seen him cry once before and it was not like this.

"Damn, I must look like such a pussy right now," he spoke, his voice croaky. He sniffled a little before trying to wipe the tears away.

"Spike was more than just a dog to me. He was my best friend. You might think that you were the only one bullied in high school, but what I've never told you was that I was too. I was called every name imaginable. It all started when I was at a party and began dry fucking some random guy into a wall while we were drunk. So at school I had only a couple of friends but never anyone who I was close to. I guess they were worried about me raping them or something. So anyway, Spike was the only one who would come to me for cuddles and would make me feel better. He was such an awesome dog. He died two years ago and so I got Erica to tattoo his name on my ass so that a part of him would always be with me. And ever since she saw my ass Erica's thought that she's got the right to fuck it, hence the reason she's always hitting on me," Frank explained

"Oh my god. That girl is fucking crazy!" I exclaimed, making Frank giggle.

"I know! But anyway, I'm sorry for acting so lame just now. I should've told you about it rather than acting like I'm on my period or something," Frank spoke, sitting up in the bed and pulling me up with him so that he was sitting in between my legs. He then moved so that his legs were spread and resting over the top of mine. I felt my heart flutter.

"It's ok. I've also been meaning to thank you for taking me into your home like you have," I told him.

"Well you know, I am very glad you're living here," he informed me.

"And why is that?" I asked him, smiling a little.

"Because it means that I get to spend more time with the guy I love," he told me, making me blush. I wished that I could say it back to him, but I couldn't. I felt a little guilty and I had no idea why I felt like that.

"And I'm glad I'm living here too. Because it means that I can become invisible and follow you into the bathroom when you want to have a wank," I spoke, making his eyes widen and his jaw drop.

"You saw that this morning?" he asked me.

"Yeah. I was about to apply my eyeliner when I heard you walking towards the bathroom, so I decided to turn invisible and I watched you. You look hot when you release," I flirted hard. I sometimes found it uncomfortable to flirt with Frank. I was scared that I was leading him on. But I think that even if I wasn't leading him on, he'd find some way to convince me to get with him.

"Well I am yet to see you play with yourself," he said. "I have an idea! How about we watch some porn and then you get all lost in it and jerk off so that I can see you at work," he suggested, a smirk on his face. I chuckled.

"No way," I replied.

"Oh come on! I've heard you wank over the phone and I've seen your cock before. So what's the problem?" he asked me, his hand resting on my package.

"Uh," I said, my voice changing pitch and sounding like the worker from Krusty Burgers on The Simpsons. You know, the freckled, ginger kid with the greasy face? That guy. I sounded like him.

To make matters worse, Frank slowly began to move his hand in a circular motion. I couldn't stop the blood rushing down south. It felt so good. I found myself closing my eyes to what Frank was doing. I opened them slightly and saw him smirking at me. And then he took his hand away as he began to massage my thighs.

"Frankie stop!" I half moaned, half whined.

"Hell no. I need something to remember when I jerk off next time," he spoke. I sighed half out of pleasure, half out of annoyance. I guessed I could try and move away from him.

I wriggled away from him, but his strong, flexible arms grabbed me as I tried running away from the bed. He rushed beside me.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked me.

"To watch TV and try and cool off," I said, gesturing to the rather impressive tent in my pants.

"I'll join you," Frank decided, a mischievous grin on his face.

I sat on the couch while Frank stood in front of me.

"You gonna sit down?" I asked him.

"Yeah, in a minute," he replied, before quickly removing his clothes. And when I meant quickly, I meant super fast. He then sat on my lap butt naked as I channel flicked. God, my boner was not gonna go away any time soon.


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