Frank’s POV. “Uh, where do you want the guitar to go?” Mikey asked me.

“Uh, where do you want the guitar to go?” Mikey asked me.

“Wherever you want to put it,” I replied. It would fit quite comfortably in the bedroom Gerard and I were sharing, but I didn’t want to put it in there without his permission. I often turned the amp up quite loud. It was no surprise that my current neighbors were happy to see the ass of me.

“Put it in my bedroom,” Gerard suggested, carrying a box through from the front door to the bedroom. Some of my stuff had gone into storage, along with some of Gerard’s. His bed, my couches, my kitchen appliances, my tables and cabinets had all gone into a storage shed. I’d kept some other things – my books, CDs, laptop computer and even my TV and DVD player (which were going into Gerard’s bedroom so that we could lay in bed and jack off to porn – Gerard’s words, not mine).

Once we had moved boxes everywhere, Gerard, Mikey and I were exhausted.

“I do recall one of us saying that we’d be spending the afternoon today in bed,” Gerard reminded me in a hushed tone, making me smirk.

“What did you say?” Mikey asked, clearly pissed off that he was missing out on what Gerard had said to me.

“It’s about sex. You don’t wanna know,” I told him. Mikey immediately changed the subject.

“What DVDs do you have?” he asked me.

“Uh, the box is over there somewhere,” I spoke, pointing to one of the many boxes I’d brought to Gerard and Mikey’s place.

“You got any movies with Hilary Duff in them?” Mikey asked. I looked at Gerard who was trying not to laugh.

“It’s his new celebrity crush. He’s in love with Hilary Duff. Next month he’ll be over her. He’ll be onto Charlize Theron or something,” Gerard spoke.

“Oh, so who else have you crushed on?” I asked Mikey.

“Uh, recently, it’s been Angelina Jolie, Scarlett Johannson and Jessica Simpson,” Mikey said.

“You ever crushed on Jessica Alba?” I asked him.

“Yeah, a while ago, when she did the cover for the men’s magazine. But then I went off her for a while. Although now I’m starting to get back into her again,” Mikey explained as he received a text message. After reading it, he opened his mouth to speak again.

“Well, I’m going to meet Erica. I won’t be home tonight,” he informed Gerard and I.

“Well that suits us just fine,” Gerard told him, grinning.

“Ew. Please stop now,” Mikey said, looking in the mirror by the front door, checking that his hair was good enough.

“Don’t forget to ask Erica to test your DNA,” I reminded him. He was gonna find out whether he had been affected by the toxic explosion or not.

“Yeah yeah,” he replied, walking out of the apartment.

“So, does the whole afternoon in bed still apply?” Gerard asked, looking extremely horny.

“I don’t know. What would I need to wear for the occasion?” I asked, trying to pull off an innocent facial expression.

“Well, you could put on your pajamas, or you would just wear your boxers. Or, if you’re really daring,” he spoke, grabbing my crotch, “you could always wear nothing,” he suggested, a sly smirk on his face.

“Hmmm, well, I’ll let you pick what I wear. You can dress me,” I decided. Gerard then took me by surprise, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. He took me into the bedroom and began removing garments. First my shirt, then my pants and boxers. He then ridded himself of his own clothes before pulling back the covers of the bed. He laid down and I followed, both of us immediately becoming tangled with one another.

We spent an amazing 4 hours in bed, having sex not once, but twice. And once we were done, we relaxed and talked.

“I am so happy that you’re living here now,” Gerard spoke, kissing my temple as I remained entangled in his arms.

“I’m happy we’re living together too. It means that when I wake up, the first thing I’ll be seeing in the morning is your face. And if you’re still asleep, I can make you breakfast in bed,” I told him excitedly, turning my body so that I was half laying on top of him. He grinned before kissing the tip of my nose, causing goosebumps to form on my skin. I couldn’t help but kiss his lips for what was probably the millionth time today.

“And we can play practical jokes on Mikey,” Gerard suggested enthusiastically. “I vote filling condoms with icing sugar and egg whites and throwing them at him. He’ll think they’ve been used,” he added snickering. I giggled at his childish plan. Really, Gerard was like a big kid sometimes. Sure, he often had intelligent conversations with me, but other times, he enjoyed just having fun. And I loved that about him.

“You know,” I began, kissing his cheek. “there’s still a whole hour of the afternoon left,” I replied, kissing his jawbone.

“Mmmm,” he moaned as I kissed his neck.

The front door slammed and loud footsteps ran through the house.

“Guess what? Guess what?!” we heard Mikey call, soon appearing at our bedroom door.

“Whoa, holy shit!” he said, closing his eyes and putting his hands over them, trying to shield himself from Gerard and I, naked under the blankets.

“What is it Mikey?” Gerard asked, sighing.

“Can you put some clothes on first? I’m a little uncomfortable,” Mikey replied.

“What if Frank just gets off me? I don’t wanna put any clothes on yet,” Gerard whined.

“Fine. But I don’t wanna see anything which my innocent eyes will bleed from,” Mikey reasoned. Gerard giggled.

“The guy who told me the other day how Erica shoved her vibrator up his ass claims that his eyes are innocent,” Gerard spoke, making me giggle too.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked Mikey.

“Yeah. She was riding me at the same time. God, it was amazing. You should try it. Oh shit! What the fuck am I saying?” he asked himself. Gerard and I were pissing ourselves laughing as we situated ourselves so that we were sitting up in bed, our heads against the backboard. The blankets were covering us from the waist down.

“So what did you wanna tell us Mikey?” Gerard asked.

“Erica ran some tests on me. She tested my brain waves and my DNA. And guess what? I have the potential to have superpowers!” Mikey said excitedly.

“What superpowers could you potentially have?” I asked, excitedly.

“The ability to magnetize things. So like, say if you were on the other side of the room, if I can figure out how to do it, I could put my hand out and my hand will act almost like a suction and pull you towards me!” Mikey exclaimed. “And that’s not the only power I have,” Mikey said excitedly.

“Oh?” Gerard asked, sounding surprised.

“I can also create forcefields supposedly. And I can get my breath to apparently smell and taste like toffees,” Mikey told us excitedly.

“You know, if you can figure that shit out, you could be a superhero with us,” Gerard said thoughtfully.

“Really?” Mikey asked enthusiastically. “What would my super-hero name be? And don’t say Hot Boy, because that’s Erica’s name for me,” Mikey told us.

“You will be called Super-Toffee,” Gerard decided.

“Gerard, no offence, but that’s a bullshit name,” Mikey pointed out.

“What about The Defender?” I suggested.

“It doesn’t sound as good as your names. I want something good,” Mikey said.

“Well, how about you find a gimmick and go with it. And don’t even fucking think about dressing up as Hulk Hogan. I refuse to fight crime with a guy who calls everyone ‘brother’ and ‘dude’,” Gerard explained.

“Ok,” Mikey replied, still buzzing with excitement.

“You have plenty of time to pick a name. The main thing you have to do is figure out how to use your powers,” I told Mikey.

“Well, apparently I’ve already figured out the toffee thing. Erica said that when I’ve kissed her recently, I have tasted like toffee. She thinks it could be because I love her and love brings the toffee out in my saliva,” Mikey explained rarely breathing during his reply. His mouth was going a mile-a-minute.

“I’d hug you right now Mikey, but I’m naked,” Gerard pointed out. Mikey’s face turned red.

“Oh yeah. You probably wanna get back to what you were doing. I’m about to go and do the same thing with Erica. Just make sure you use protection,” Mikey told us, before leaving.

“Well we ain’t gonna be having sex now! You killed the mood!” Gerard called out as Mikey walked through the living room. I giggled as I heard Mikey slam the front door.

“I’m hungry anyway. Plus we have plenty of time to have more sex. We’re gonna be spending every night together in the same bed,” I spoke excitedly as I pulled back the blankets and looked around for a clean pair of boxers. Finding some, I pulled them on before Gerard and I spent the night eating junk food and watching movies with hot guys in them.