Gerard wiped his mouth after standing up in front of the boy who was slumped into the cleaning supplies trying to catch is breath in front of him. Brown hair sticking to his face and clothes partway undone and crumpled.
"Oh...my...god..." Gerard smirked running his fingers through his bright red hair lazily. The boy panted out and began to zip his pants up. "Umm will I see you again?" The freshman began to blush and was just no seeming to understand how awkward the situation really was. No he would not see Gerard again.
"It's a small school." With that he twirled around and left the poor boy standing speechless and in the dark of the musty janitors closet no one used including the janitors.
"Hey Gee!" Frank squealed pulling Gerard into a hug and shoving a paper in his face. His arms wraps around his neck as he flung himself on him. "Look what I got!" Gerard examined the paper after prying the boy off him and saw that he had gotten a B+ on his geometry test.
He beamed at his best friend. "Frankie I'm so proud of you." Frank had been up all night for weeks studding for this test, even skipping their regular hangout sessions once in a while unless it had to do with prepping himself for this ginormous test the wicked math teacher had decided to whip up in just the nick of time for summer break.
Frank blushed lightly and started to walk to class with Gerard tagging behind. "You're coming over this weekend right?" Gerard asks absent mindedly while looking at his phone. Frank over at his house had always been second nature at this point. The two were always together. Inseparable. Nothing could change that.
"Y-yeah." Frank's voice came out in a almost hushed squeak rather than having it's usual depth. He tried to control the feelings he felt for his friend. He really did, but no matter how hard he tried they were completely obvious to everyone except the so called love interest themselves. Thank God. Gerard was the only person there for him sometimes. Of course he had Mikey and rest of the guys but Gerard, oh Gerard. Why did he have to be cursed with such a painfully beautiful, talented, seductive best friend.
"What's going on with you today?" Frank didn't answer but instead lowered his gaze to the ground. Trying to concentrate on anything besides how bothered he was about the fact that the guys he had liked for years just gave some hot shot from the football team a blowjob in the janitors closet. "Look just because I was hanging out with that Jackson kid doesn't mean I'm going to stop hanging out with you or being your friend. We've had this conversation every week for the past five years Frankie" Gerard stopped and put in his combination to his locker. "Besides I don't think it's going to go anywhere anyway." He sighed then looked back over to a still sad looking Frank. "What is it?"
"Oh nothing, it's just that while I'm off taking a math test you're in some closet finger fucking any kid who's got enough time to be bothered with it. That's all you do anymore is fuck, and fuck, and fuck. When are you going to even attempt to find something more than just a quick handjob in a bathroom stall. God... Gerard you're my best friend and I care about you. Please stop hurting yourself like this. I'm not trying to push anything on you but you have to have someone out there that could make you so incredibly happy you would just drop everything to be with them if you knew hey felt the same way. If you don't, then find them. I cant stand to see you like this." He held back his tears and self consciously pulled his arms across his chest looking down.
"Well Frank," Gerard slammed his locker shut and turned to Frank with his books in his hands. "It doesn't hurt after the first couple times." Gerard looked at Frank. Really looked at him this time. He had hurt him and there was no way of fixing it now. He'd go over later. Now he needs to think. "I need space." He mutters as he storms off to the art room. Leaving Frank to go cry in the bathroom.
Ps the cover art may have nothing to do with the chapter but I just think it fits the aesthetic.
