Sinful ~ Frerard

2 ~ The Name of God

Frank gasped and moaned as Brendon slowly teased him.
Brendon flicked his tongue over the tip of Frank's cock, one hand stroking the shaft, the other holding Frank's hips down.
"Ah, f-fuck, Bren..."
The younger boy lifted his head up, smirking.
"Ssh, we don't want to wake the others..."
Frank said nothing more as Brendon ran his tongue up the underside of his dick.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD."
Frank nearly fell off the bed in fright. In fact, Brendon did just that.
Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. It was Grace. Brendon's fucking /mother/ had fucking found then. Fuck.
Frank didn't know what to expect. Maybe she'd hit them? Lecture them on God? Cut their dicks off?
Fortunately, she did none of these. Unfortunately, all she did was turn around and walk out. Which meant she'd deal with us in the morning. Which meant she'd have all night to think this over.
At least he got to keep his dick?
~~~
Gerard hadn't left the apartment in days. All he did was listen to records, the radio. He had switched on the television at one point. That ended in him sobbing. Star Trek. It reminded him too much of Lindsey.

They'd be drawing out birthdays soon. Birthdays for the war going on.
If they called a number, and that number of the year happened to be your birthday, you had no choice. They'd send you over to Vietnam whether you liked it or not.
After thinking about it, Gerard had decided it wouldn't even be that bad. All he had here was Mikey, and his brother would probably be relieved to get rid of Gerard.
And if he was lucky, he could get shot over there.
People were protesting and all, too. All that 'give peace a chance' crap. Fat lot of good that does, he thought. They're all singing their little hearts out while boys are over in Vietnam getting their hearts blown out.

He didn't mind the music though. Oftentimes, in fact, he'd find himself singing along to the radio. That Lennon fella definitely had something about him.