•DESTROYED (Frerard)

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2 weeks have passed since I was introduced to Gerard. I didn't really talk to him much, I think he thinks I'm some sort of primitive being that has evolved from the humans; or more likely de-volved.

It was the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep. Luckily, the clones finally decided to install another bed. Only it was a bunkbed, which made the sleeping arrangement slightly awkward. I felt oddly strange with Gerard sleeping just above me, I didn't know why. He gave of weird vibes.

I was lying on my back, the room was way too hot so I had taken off my shirt and thrown it on the floor to cool down. Sleeping just wasn't happening tonight. Gerard was above me and it was praying on my mind, I had been fine all the other nights. Just, something was off tonight.

I could hear him breathing, he was a very quiet sleeper. Much to my thanks. The mattress just above my head moved slightly when I realised that Gerard must be awake. Shit. I lay still, I didn't want him to find out I was awake. He might think I was a creep!

A few minutes passed when I heard a soft murmur from above. I ignored it and closed my eyes, trying to get back to sleep. But there was another murmur and it was louder, more like a groan. Gerards breathing was getting louder. Maybe he was having a nightmare... Pft what can that psycho be afraid of... I was just about to settle down when there was yet another noise, it was by no doubt a sexual moan.

Shit. Gerard's jerking off.

I didn't know what to do.. ? I couldn't tell him, that would be so awkward in the morning. It would also smash any mutual feelings he had for me, how am I supposed to get him to respect me if I shout at him for touching him self.

There was a louder moan from above which sent a shiver down my spine. Gross.. It was wasn't it? I'm pretty sure that shiver was out of disgust. Not, enjoyment..? Why am I even thinking this.. Stop Frank!

I clutched at the sheets. Gerard had been going at it for about 6 minutes and I wasn't sure on what to think anymore. Well I mean, I tugged one out every now and then, not since Gerard had arrived though. That would have been weird - apparently not according to him!

He was moaning louder now, I hoped he would be done soon. I didn't want to listen to this much more. Or did I? No .. I didn't... Stop it Frank!

There were a few short breaths and groans from him, he was obviously climaxing... before the mattress creaked under his weight. Then it fell silent once again.

I lay still my mouth was dry. I tasted it, it felt stale and damp. I turned over onto my side, to face the wall. The same white wall I had been looking at for 2 years. White.. Why couldn't it have been black, fits the depressing vibes that circulate this place. Why was everything white? The clothes are just dismal.

Wait... Gerard is still wearing his own clothes. How the fuck did he manage that? That was to be my next question I have for him. I'll ask him in the morning.

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Morning came, the dim lights began to fade on as the alarm for 7 o'clock sounded. A sharp beep and it was over. I hadn't woken up fully until I realised my shirt was off, Gerard was already up and standing by the sink. I caught his gaze in the mirror and felt my self blush as I remembered last night. God, this was going to be awkward. But he didn't know that I had heard him, so just play cool.

I pushed my self off the bed and ambled over to the draw where the new clothes were dispensed. I turned my back to Gerard and fumbled around with the clothes.

"What's wrong?" He asked looking up from the sink with a relatively bemused look.

"Nothing" I answered keeping it brief.