Demented

I'm Not A Teen Anymore

Twenty years. Twenty years in this God forsaken world. He was shocked he made it this far. Two complete decades of a crappy life. Eleven of those years were spent in a confused, frightened state. Five of those years were spent smoking and living in a drug induced daze. The last four years were spent in captivity at a location for crazy people.

Gerard sighed and stared at the blank white ceiling. "I need to get out of here," he groaned. He buried his face in the crook of Frank's neck. "Honey, wake up."

Frank mumbled something before yawning and turning on his side to face Gerard. Frank looked at the man in front of him, who had black bangs hiding his forehead. Gerard stared at him for a few minutes before pulling him against his chest. "Good morning, Gee Bear. Happy birthday."

"Thanks, Pumpkin."

Frank cupped his face and kissed him on the lips. "You're old."

"Your mom's old."

Frank giggled and kissed him again. "I'm glad that you were born."

"I'm glad too. Would never had met you if I wasn't."

"Awwe." Frank's smile and red cheeks went so well together.

"Hey, Baby, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure!"

"I'm really hard right now. You think you can ride me?"

Frank smiled deviously and pulled the blanket off Gerard's lap. A tent had formed in his pants. Frank ran his hand over the bulge and pulled his blue pants down. His underwear soon followed. Frank gripped the base and started jacking him off slowly.

"Don't be a tease, cutie."

Frank let go a second later and worked his pants and boxers off. He sat on Gerard's lap and rested his hands on his shoulders. "I'll take you dry. But you'll have to- ah!" Frank moaned as he felt Gerard's quick fingers enter him. Gerard stretched him out. Frank kissed him on the lips and pulled off his fingers a moment later.

Frank smiled and grabbed Gerard's cock. He looked over his shoulder and pushed him inside. Frank slowly settled himself down, moaning at his thickness.
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Gerard took a seat in his usual chair for group therapy. He looked at the empty seats- the one's that used to seat Ray, Bob, and Richard. They all ended up getting out. Jamia, quite sadly, was in and out every week. Once Dr. Bitch started talking, Gerard prepared himself for the worst. It would be like last year...

"Good day, everyone! It's a very special day for Gerard! It's his twentieth birthday!"

"Kill me now," he mumbled.

They all sang "Happy Birthday," making Gerard cringe.

"I hate this place."

A/N: Wow this sucks. Haven't updated for a while. What were you for Halloween? I'll probably update later cause this sucks. I've been waking up with about 38 notifications for about two weeks now. Mostly votes and comments on my stories! I love y'all!

Update: I messed tf up. I wrote this chapter a long time ago, but it definitely needs to be here. Oops. So i changed positioning of it.