Caffeine and Smoke -frerard-

Chapter 5

Weeks had passed, and Gerard hadn't remembered what he had done. He remembers vaguely that I was there and that he ejected his stomach. I was glad he didn't remember. Almost.

As of now I was standing at the bus stop and Rhonda had already started talking about Gerard. I had told her everything and everyday she gave me advice. Another reason why I liked her. She wasn't homophobic. She even told me her sister was lesbian.

"But the question is, darling, do you like him? They say that when a person's filter is removed by things, like alcohol for example, that's what they really think. You need to admit it to yourself before you admit it to him."

I stood shocked, unable to utter a word, before I could speak, the bus came. I helped her up and said thank you for her advice, payed, and sat down next to Gerard.

"Hey, Frank."

"Hi, Gerard."

"So I was wondering if you'd maybe want to stay over this weekend? You've never been to my house before, right?"

To save the hassle of explaining my sexual desires, I just nodded, "Yeah, I'd love to."

What I was really thinking was on the lines of 'Yes I have been to your house, and I really wanted to fuck you, but yeah totally I'd love to spend the weekend with you and try my best not to jerk off everytime you leave the room'.

"Don't you think you should ask your parents? Or do they just let you go wherever?"

"They don't really care. The rule is if I don't show up in two days, I'm grounded. Or they start calling the cops." I shrugged.

"Mine are pretty much the same, but I have to be there at midnight. They like to hear my bedroom door close so their hearts don't give out, you know?"

"I mean we do live in a pretty violent area of the city. But since I got this knife and all..." I smiled.

"That's right! I got another one too. I felt like my old ones warranty was a little pass due."

I was expecting him to make a 'knife in the pants' joke, but he didn't.

School went on as usual. Gerard checked up on me before German started and I met him back on the bus. We decided he would stop by my house when I got my stuff and we'd walk back to his house. Apparently his house was closer to mine than I thought.

"So this is where you live?" Gerard asked as we entered my driveway.

"Yeah, no ones home, just my dog," I opened the door, "I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick then get my stuff. Make yourself at home."

He sat on the couch and leaned back. I looked over my shoulder, looking at how cute he was acting.

I've definitely had some not-so-straight thoughts about him. I've said he was 'cute' and 'hot' and 'boner-inducing'! After that incident at his house, I've had a total of 4 wet dreams about him. He's just so... amazing.

My mind started flashing back to one of the dreams.

Our bodies practically glued together, I kept sliding down the wall of the closet, but Gerard always picked me up. With one hand in my hair and the other on my waist, he smashed my lips to his. I could feel the growing erection and so I grinded on him gently, causing him to moan and break the kiss. I almost slid down again, but this time he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He trapped me with his arms and I saw every muscle tense as he leaned down and sucked on my neck and I stifled probably my loudest moan yet. I could feel him smirk in my neck.

'Now," I gasped, unable to take it anymore, "Please."

He adjusted and penetrated, cause both him and I to make an 'MMM' type sound. He kept making more and more sounds the deeper he got. He started thrusting and I held onto him for dear life.

He hit a sweet spot, "oH"

It began to build. He started going faster. I grasped the hair on the back of his neck, only provoking him more and forcing him to increase the speed. He moaned, deep and bellowed, from some shaking part of his sweaty body. I grasped tighter, one hand now and his very lower back. With one last fast thrust, he hit it, making both of us cum. But not exactly at the same time. He made a noise on the lines of 'uGH' and I melted in his sweaty arms. He allowed us two to fall and he pressed me closer to his naked front. My breathing was heavy and loud, but nothing compared to his. Once he remotely caught his breath he said, 'no need to come out of the closet now.'

I definitely didn't need to use the bathroom now. I gathered my things, unable to get the images of Gerard's sweaty frame out of my head. I put a hand on my head, heart beating heavily, I called out to Gerard.

"I might take awhile, I can't find something!"

"Okay!" He called back, "I'll be out here if you need me!"

He sounded almost distracted by something, but I didn't care at that point. I had a knife in my pants, and it wouldn't go away. I closed the bedroom door and made a loud noise. Gerard didn't say anything. I was in the clear.

I took care of my visitor that only seems to come when I think about Gerard. I guess that you could replace come with cum and it'd be the same. I was mostly silent with heavy breathing and an occasional small 'ah'. I tried to make up for my lost time by shoving clothes in a backpack. When I came out to the living room where Gerard still was, I stood in shock.

His eyes were wetter than they were when I left him there, and they were glued to something in his hands. A journal. Mine, to be specific. I had forgotten to put it away this morning after my morning popsicle with October. In a way, it was hot.

He looked up at me, and threw the journal back on the table. He got up quickly and threw himself into my arms. His breathing was choppy; he was trying not to cry.

"I didn't know that I made you feel so sad," he squeezed me tighter, "I'm so sorry."

He had read the most recent page where I talked about a few incidents between us that had made my heart drop and made me feel ill. One of them was when he had gotten drunk and thrown up, after we had smoked. I felt so bad that he had to deal with whatever he was dealing with in his head that way.

I started to feel my heart beat faster. I hugged him back, heartbroken as well, feeding off of his emotions.

"I was just so scared." He whispered.

"I know."