Lucky (Frerard)

6:The Speedy Gonzales Of The Day Apparently Has Some Anger Issues

Finally morning came and Frank found himself on the roof again, staring straight in the horizon with red, bloodshut eyes. He spent the whole night in thought, crying pathetically in his new friend's bed in despair. Going somewhere to drink his sorrow away, really wasn't an option and drinking in front of your kids is not something you do while they're this young.

Since he couldn't drink or smoke his sorrow away, Frank was left suffocating in his own tears. All night and apparently, all fucking morning.

"I knew you'd be here." He heard a voice behind him but he didn't bother turning around because he recognized it immediately.

"Why didn't you come last night?" Bert spoke as he sat down next to Frank. You see, Bert knew Frank lived in this building but Frank kinda told him that he lives in of the third floor apartments and he even broke into one of those one time to show Bert 'where he lived'. Technically he lived in this building but not on the third floor. Plus, there were nights, they drank until they were unconscious on this very roof so Bert knew where to look for Frank if he couldn't find him.

"I was sick." Frank mumbled, dipping his head down so his friend won't see that he's been crying like a one month old baby. "I'm sorry."

"Frank, we started this because we both needed money. You can't just come whenever you like." Bert spoke staring straight in the horizon."I find somebody who wants their dick sucked and you suck their dick and get money."

Frank hated speaking about this, especially with Bert because he's grown to hate him. "Don't say it like that." The shorter man mumbled quietly, turning his head the other way. Bert wanted to use this opportunity for his amusement apparently so he did it.

"Why? Can't you admit that you're a whore?" His voice was teasing and offensive.

"Bert, stop." It was obvious that Bert was getting to Frank, making him feel even more dirty and worthless. "Shut up."

That's when Frank was turned around and pinned down on the hard surface in one quick movement because practically, everybody was stronger than him. And Bert could see his bloodshut eyes after the twenty six year old looked at him scared. All you could see on Bert's face was an evil smirk and a lot of lust as he reached down on Frank's belt.

"W-What are you doin-" Panic was evidently raising in the short man's voice but his lips were stoped and being forced into a rough kiss by Bert's. You could basically taste the alcohol on the older's lips but that was the least of Frank's problem's right now.

I mean, his jeans were already halfway down his legs and his hands were trapped above his head. He hasn't slept all night and he could barely fight back yet he was just trying to talk Bert out of it. "Bert, you're drunk. You're not thinking straight. Please, just stop and think about this!"

A simple, lustful chuckle came in response with words following. "I've been waiting all night and you didn't show up Iero. Do you know how frustrating that is?" Frank's pants were off, Frank was shaking, trembling, Frank was fucking scared.

"Bert, fucking stop man, stop!" He struggled a little more, looking straight in Bert's lustful eyes. And just as Bert tried to pull Frank's legs apart, Frank yelled at the top if his lungs. He cried out to the person he was hoping would hear. I mean, he was practically the closest grown up adult who could hear him right now.

"Gerard! Help! Gerar-" A hand was placed on his mouth, preventing him from calling for help but Frank kept screaming into his hand, basically tearing his vocal cords out. Bert looked furious and Frank was fighting back with all he had left in him and it wasn't long enough until he heard rushed footsteps towards them. He turned his head and looked at the redheaded man (who still had bed hair and looked ridiculous in his red pajamas) with pleading eyes, screaming under Bert's hand.