Frank's POV. I was awoken in the most beautiful way

I was awoken in the most beautiful way. Gerard kissed my cheek, making my eyes flutter open, causing the first thing I saw to be his face.

"Hey you," he said to me.

"Hey," I croaked, looking at him and smiling at him.

"I'm sorry to wake you, but I just thought that since Erica didn't stay the night and Mikey isn't gonna surface for another couple of hours, that we'd have some fun with him," he spoke, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You woke me up to play practical jokes on your brother?" I asked him, pretending to be offended. Gerard looked worried as he leaned down and attached his lips to my neck.

"I'm sorry. I thought you'd like the idea," he apologized, trying to make everything better once more. I giggled.

"I do. I was just fooling around," I told him.

"Well don't do that again, you scared me half to death," he chuckled. "Cause I hate it when I make you upset."

"I hate it when I make you upset too," I decided. "So, what're we gonna do to Mikey?" I asked Gerard.

"We'll make an egg white and icing sugar solution. We'll have more egg white than icing sugar. It'll be sticky, but at the same time it will be runny. And then we'll pour half the solution on the front of Mikey's boxers and we'll fill condoms up with the rest of it. And then we'll steal all his clean boxers so that he has to walk out to ask me if I know where his clean boxers are. And that's when we throw the condoms at them," Gerard informed me of his plan. I giggled.

"I love your thinking," I said, still feeling slightly sleepy. He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose, knowing how much I loved it when he did that. I smiled, loosely biting my bottom lip.

"I'll go start on the mixture. You can lay here for as long as you want to wake up properly," he told me, smiling as he caressed my face before getting up off the bed, finding his boxers on the floor and walking out of the room towards the kitchen. Oh my god, this was gonna be so much fun.

I laid there in bed for a moment, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes before sitting up and looking around for my boxers. I couldn't find them, so I just grabbed a pair of Gerard's pajama pants off the floor (our floor was covered with clothes and shoes and there were even a few DVDs and things scattered about) and pulled them on. I then made my way out to the kitchen where Gerard was using a spoon and stirring stuff together in a bowl. I walked up to him and put my hands on his waist from behind, resting my head on his shoulder.

"How's it coming?" I asked him. He randomly began to chuckle.

"Haha, that question could be taken out of context, you know," Gerard pointed out, making me giggle. "But to answer your question, the cum is coming quite nicely," he told me.

"You ever made this before?" I asked him.

"A few times," he responded.

"Why?" I questioned.

"Cause I thought it would be priceless to see Mikey's face when I walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of cum and proceeded to eat it," Gerard replied. It tastes quite nice. Here," he said, offering me a spoonful.

"Oh my god," I said, eating the mixture. "It's so sweet and tasty!" I exclaimed.

"I know right? And every time I ate this in front of Mikey, he gagged," he told me, making me laugh.

"Is it almost ready?" I asked him again.

"Yeah, it's pretty much done now. You ready to go off to his room?" Gerard asked me. I grinned and nodded enthusiastically, continuing to hold onto his waist as we crept up the hall to Mikey's bedroom.

"You grab his boxers out of the top drawer of his chest of drawers and I'll pour it onto him," Gerard whispered.

When we reached Mikey's room, I went straight to the top drawer in his chest of drawers, noticing that when I began pulling out his boxers there were also sex toys in the drawer. I did not want to know how frequently he used those or if I had been in the apartment when he'd used them. So once I'd grabbed the boxers, I closed the drawer and turned around, only to see that Gerard had pulled back Mikey's blankets and had begun to pour some of the icing mixture onto Mikey's lap. He quickly pulled the blankets back up and we both ran out of the bedroom and back to our room to fill up some condoms, waiting for Mikey to come and see us about some clean boxers.

We didn't have to wait long. After about 15 minutes, we heard a 'Fuck!' from Mikey's bedroom, before his footsteps into our room.

"Hey, do you know where my clean boxers have gone?" Mikey asked. I looked at the front of his boxers.

"Wow!" I exclaimed.

"Hey Mikey, heads up!" Gerard exclaimed, throwing one of the icing-filled condoms at Mikey.

"AHH!" he exclaimed, putting his hands forward. Suddenly a green glow filled the room. Gerard held onto me tightly as though he was slightly scared. But as our eyes adjusted to the bright green, we noticed that Mikey had a forcefield around him.

"Oh my god," Gerard said. "Mikey, whatever you're doing, keep doing that!" he instructed, before throwing another icing-filled condom at the forcefield. It bounced back and hit me in the eye. Mikey looked shocked.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, pouting.

"Ok, keep doing it and let me see what happens with my flame," Gerard told him, walking over to the forcefield, clicking his fingers and making his flame appear. He touched the forcefield with his flame, only for the flame to be extinguished.

"Wow. Mikey! Your power is working," Gerard said excitedly as he ran to hug Mikey, forgetting the forcefield was there as he bounced back and landed on the floor, on his ass. I couldn't help but giggle at him.

"How do I stop?" Mikey asked.

"I dunno, just tell yourself to stop or something," Gerard suggested. Mikey closed his eyes but nothing happened.

"Well, he put the forcefield up because he was scared that the condom would hit him. So think of something safe. Think of you and Erica in a bed, snuggled up to one another," I suggested. Mikey closed his eyes and did that. The forcefield vanished.

"Oh my god! I have another power!" he said, jumping up and down. "I have to tell Erica," he decided.

"Hold on toffee-breath. Or would you rather be called cummy-pants?" I suggested, causing Mikey to give me a dirty look. "You forgot your clean boxers," I pointed out handing them to him as Gerard hugged his brother excitedly. Mikey looked at me, shocked that I had some of his boxers.

"Do I want to know why you have all my clean boxers in your hands?" Mikey asked. I giggled.

"That depends if you want to know what's really at the front of your pants," I told him, trying not to laugh. Mikey raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Well, I'll give you a hint. Gerard made it," I informed him. The color drained from Mikey's face.

"Gerard jacked off over me? EWWW! That's like fucking incest!" he exclaimed, completely grossed out by everything.

"Chillax brother. It's just icing sugar and egg white," Gerard defended himself.

"Well this conversation is not over. I'm too excited right now to even care that you made fake cum and poured it onto me," he said before he raced back to his room to get his cellphone to call Erica. Gerard moved back onto the bed and hugged me. Tears were forming in his eyes.

"I'm so happy he figured out another one of his powers!" Gerard exclaimed. "When he gets the hang of everything, he can join us. Just like he's always wanted to," he told me. I was happy for Gerard and Mikey. It was so awesome that he'd discovered another of his powers. And to think, all he needed to have done was have a possibly used condom thrown at him.