The Kids Of War And Peace

11. Nightmare

“Frank?” Gerard asked uncertainly. I pushed his shoulders back roughly. “Frankie?” Gerard asked again, fear ripping through his sweet innocent voice. I pinned him back against the rough surface of a brick wall, his upper half bare, his porcelain skin being scraped by the edges of each brick.

“Gerard?” I asked in a not so innocent or sweet voice. He flinched at my tone and he tried to push me away, even though I was a lot smaller than Gerard, he couldn’t push me away from him, I was like another wall. I pressed one hand flat against the centre of Gerard’s chest, there was a slight bruise, from Zach’s roughness, he winced. I glided my other hand down his chest, to his stomach.

“Frankie no!” Gerard cried out as I sunk my fingers underneath the waist of his jeans. I skimmed my fingers along the edge of his jeans to the button and flicked my fingers to get the button to undone. Gerard was shaking, his whole body vibrating with fear. I looked up at him, his hazel eyes were torn and terrified, I felt my lips pulling into a smirk. “You say friends no do this!” Gerard whimpered.

“You want this, Gerard.” I said, I pushed down his jeans and he whimpered just barely audible. “You know you do.” I snarled.

“Frankie!” Gerard cried out as I slid my hand through the waistband of his boxers. He tried to struggle free of my grasp and he ended up giving up as my fingertips grazed the very scarce and coarse pubic hair above his dick. His head fell forward and rested on my shoulder. I could feel tears pouring from his eyes, streaming down into my shirt and soaking through. “Frankie.” Gerard whimpered, he bit down on my shoulder and I let a moan ripple out from my chest. I pushed him back and stepped a little away, I pulled my own shirt off over my head and tossed it down to the blank surrounding behind us. I pressed him harder against the wall, making sure that the bricks cut his skin.

“Are you scared?” I asked quietly in his ear. I slid my fingers down his boxers once more, my fingertips gliding along the length of Gerard’s dick. I felt his body shiver as his teeth sunk into my shoulder, he wanted to hurt me, to get rid of me, but his teeth digging through my flesh only got me harder in my own jeans.

“Stop!” Gerard snarled, his voice suddenly growing sharper. I laughed and looked up at him, I tilted my head closer to him and nipped the side of his neck, feeling the blood pump through his jugular vein. He groaned and his hands tried to push me away, I forced one of his hands to lay flat on my back, but his fingernails dug along my spine. “Frankie!” Gerard moaned as my fingers wrapped around his dick.

“Yes?” I asked, biting and sucking at the vulnerable flesh around his throat, he moaned and his hips jerked into my touch.

“Quit.” Gerard wheezed out as I gave him a good squeeze, his dick slicking up with pre-come. He moaned into my shoulder, his nails tearing the skin on my back. I pulled him closer to me and grinded my own hips against his, our lips connecting in a harsh motion, my tongue slipped past his chapped and thin lips and tangled with his. Gerard’s free hand went up and into my hair, his fingers gripping near the roots and pulling harshly. I moaned into his mouth.

“I want you, Gerard.” I whispered into his lips, Gerard twitched and suddenly the atmosphere changed, I pushed Gerard back and he landed on a bed, a bed that could fit three people if need be. He was naked, no clothing whatsoever, his pale porcelain skin marked up by purple marks and scratches along his torso.

“Frank.” Gerard groaned as I aligned my dick with his ready entrance. I pushed in and electricity shot through me, Gerard actually let out a scream, a bloody fucking scream of my name.

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“FRANK!!!” Gerard screamed, I fell off the ledge of my bed and landed heavily on the floor. I sat up quickly and looked over, Gerard was asleep, his arms flailing out in a protective way, afraid of something in his dreams. I got up off the floor and put a hand on his shoulder, I shook him and his hazel eyes shot open. “Frank? Frank? Frank?” Gerard repeated over and over again in a scared voice. He scooted off of his spot on the bed and buried his face in my chest. I put a hand in his hair, stroking it.

“Gee? Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?” I asked, hell I had a nightmare too, and I didn’t ever want to go back and have it again. It was so horrible. Gerard wrapped his arms tightly around me and seemed to make sure that I didn’t leave him.

“Nightmare, nightmare.” Gerard whimpered sadly. He nuzzled my chest with his face and sniffled.

“You’re okay, it’s over now, Gee.” I cooed in his ear calmly. He curled up against me and mumbled something. “I’m here, Gee.” I whispered. Gerard mumbled something again and seemed to calm down.

“Nightmare, nightmare. No like nightmare.” Gerard whispered.

“I had one too, Gee. It’s natural, no one likes them.” I told him. He looked up at me.

“You nightmare too?” Gerard asked curiously. I nodded. “Scary nightmare?” Gerard asked, I nodded again. “What happen?”

“It was really bad, Gerard. I was evil…and I hurt you.” I told him, I wouldn’t go into detail on how I fucking raped him in my dream. Gerard frowned and shivered a little, he hugged me tightly and nuzzled me. I held onto him and I felt his soft, slightly chapped lips, press against my neck, his lips parted just barely in soft open mouth kisses. The fact that he just suddenly seemed to pick up on some romantic and sweet things to do astonished me, the feeling of his soft chapped thin lips on my neck made my stomach flutter.

“You no hurt me.” Gerard whispered, his breath tickling my neck as he spoke. “I no hurt you.” Gerard told me. He kissed just below my ear, that was definitely my weakness and I let out a slight and quiet moan. Gerard pulled away and looked at me. “I hurt you?” Gerard asked in in a slightly scared voice. I laughed a little and shook my head. “Noise?” Gerard asked, he touched the side of my neck, right where he had kissed.

“I liked that, Gerard. I liked it.” I told him. “Sometimes…people make noises when they’re being pleasured.” I answered. Gerard tilted his head curiously. “It’s automatic.” I said.

“Pleasure.” Gerard mumbled, his fingertips stroked my neck where he had kissed. He leaned forward and kissed once more, lightly, gently and I felt a shiver travel through my body, I moaned lightly and quietly. “I like noise.” Gerard whispered in my ear. I looked at him and grinned. I hugged him tightly and did the same thing he did to me and he made a slightly louder moan, his fingers gripped at my shoulders. “Frankie!” Gerard whined as I nipped gently at his flesh.

“See? You make it too.” I whispered in his ear.

“Feels good.” Gerard said. We were both happy now, so we cuddled in bed and stayed close together underneath the blankets.