A Love That's So Demanding

Oh Gerard

When Frank woke up that morning, he instantly thought about the previous night. He couldn’t stop thinking about how awkward dinner was and how unusual Gerard acted. He remembered how Gerard’s face had looked when he mentioned his dream and how he had teased him about. The whole situation was oddly exciting. Frank was even more nervous and excited, because he would see Gerard at school that day. Would he talk to him?

        Frank hurriedly grabbed his stupid uniform that was strewn haphazardly onto the floor from the previous night. He creaked open his bedroom door and padded down the hall and into the bathroom to take his morning shower. He flipped the light on, not bothering to look at his reflection in the mirror above the sink. The house was cold, as usual and he shivered slightly, looking forward to his hot shower. He had gotten up twenty minutes earlier than he usually did, so he could shower a bit longer. He hated when he aunt would bang on the door to hurry him up when he was in the middle of masturbating. It was very annoying and it ruined the moment entirely.

        He sighed, stepping into the shower and standing directly under the jet of steaming hot water. He shut his eyes, not caring about anything. The only noise he heard was the water rushing around him and his easy breathing. He thought about a lot of things and (of course) day dreamed. He began thinking about Kasey and slowly slid his hand down. She was his number one thing to think about when he was in the shower. The way her hair flowed when she walked and the way her hips swayed, how her lips were perfectly curved and a light shade of rose. He slowly stroked himself and groaned. As he continued to fantasize about Kasey, another face arose in his immediate thoughts. Gerard. Frank thought about how Gerard said his name. His voice was so deep and sexy. Whoa..no. He couldn’t fantasize about him. Frank definitely wasn’t gay. He never got turned on by guys, but then again, Gerard was somehow different. Frank thought to himself, ‘Oh what does it matter anyway? They’re your thoughts. It’s not like anyone else knows what you’re thinking.’ So, he dismissed the whole “gay” assumption and thought about him anyway.

        He had his eyes shut the whole time as he imagined Gerard jerking him off instead and saying his name over and over again. Frank had never felt this aroused before in his entire life, not even when he thought about Kasey.

        He gripped his shaft a bit harder, stroking it faster as he softly moaned Gerard’s name. This continued on for another few minutes until he heard a noise that sounded like the shower curtain being drawn back slightly. He slowly peeked his eyes open and he almost had a heart attack when he realized what the source of the noise was. It was none other than Gerard himself standing stark naked in the shower directly in front of him. Frank removed his hand from his cock and stepped back, pressing himself against the wall of the shower.

        “Hello Frankie.” Gerard had a seductive smile plastered on his pale face. Frank’s heart was beating so fast that he was almost certain it would burst from his chest at any given moment. After a couple more seconds of hard breathing, he was finally able to get his mouth to form the words he was thinking.

        “W-what are you doing in here? How did you get in here?” Frank stuttered, his mouth slightly open in shock. Gerard still had that smile on his face as he slowly walked towards him. Frank stayed back as close to the shower wall as possible. Was this really happening? It couldn’t be. Frank had remembered locking the door. Didn’t he lock it?

        Gerard stepped underneath the jet of hot water, his hair now dripping wet. Man, did he look hot. He was standing directly in front of Frank, staring down at him and biting his bottom lip. He never knew that lip biting could look so sexy. Well it looked sexy when Gerard did it.

        Frank stared back up at him. He realized that his knees were shaking from nervousness. He hoped he wouldn’t collapse and make a complete fool of himself. Gerard rested his hands on the wall on either side of Frank’s head and leaned close to his face. His hair fell in black ringlets, partially covering his eyes. Frank’s composure was still stiff and shocked. His heart was still beating ninety miles an hour as Gerard leaned even closer, their lips now barely brushing each other.