Homophobia is Gay

Wet dreams and familiar figures

Heya

Just realized chap 8 didn't have a title...........oh well too bad I'm too lazy to change it..........that's all......ok den bai

[Edit: I was rushing the end of this chapter so I edited some mistakes like one of the descriptions I fucked up on]

Bai

Franks P.O.V

I was getting it doggy style. His slow thrusts were now beginning to quicken into a comfortable pace.

"h-harder" I moaned and he wasted no time.

His thrusts were speeding up and they became harder and more forceful by the second.  

"AH FUHK GERARD" I screamed as loudly as he hit my prostate with such force it made my legs shake.  I collapsed on the bed, my ass still in the air as Gerard was holding my hips tightly. I felt a warm overwhelming sensation grow in the pit of my stomach and I knew what would soon follow.

I could hear his grunts from behind me as he continued to thrust into me.  He buried his face in the crook of my neck as he moaned loudly.

"G-Gerard I think I'm gonna......"  

"AH FUHK" I screamed out loud as I sat up from my dream.  Now it was early morning and the guest bedroom looked like something from out of a movie. Bright yellow sunbeams were shining through the window onto the ceiling in geometrical shapes and patterns and the white walls and furniture seemed so daintily set up.  

By now I was wide awake and was confused as to why I had just screamed out, then I remembered my dream.  As I thought about my dream I felt my boxers tighten and a pretty obvious lump formed under the thin bedsheets.

After noticing that this "lump" didn't go away I began to lightly palm myself.  I was getting into it when someone knocked on the door.  I grabbed a pillow and used it to cover myself, I moved it in such a frenzy that the pillow almost flew out of my hand and across the room.

"Come in!" I half yelled.  Victoria then walked in looking genuinely concerned.  She was wearing a black Green day revolution radio t-shirt which was about 7 sizes too big for her and fit her like a dress. 

"Are you okay?" she questioned.   She just sleepily looked at me her eyes full of concern.  Fuhk, from the way her eyes were swollen I could tell that she either had another night terror or she was crying but both were terrible to me.

"Yea I'm good why?" I responded feeling confused.

"well.....you screamed out 'oh fuck' and it took you a second to say come in so i was just wondering" she replied looking relieved that I was okay.  At this she began walking back toward the door. When she turned around I noticed that her wrist looked sort of red and had 1 cut or scrape on it.  She probably bumped into something and scraped her hand I assumed.

"Hey Vic" I called out to her.

"yea, wassup" she said turning around. I was about to open my mouth and ask her about her arm but I decided not to at the last minute.

"Nothing nevermind and before you ask im sure" I simply replied.

"Okaaaaaay" she began "just remember if u need anything just call me" she finished.  She then left the room and pulled the door shut behind her.  After, I removed the pillow off my hips and as I expected the lump was still there.  

Victoria's P.O.V

I heard frank scream out 'OH FUCK' pretty loudly so I got up from my place on the bathroom floor to go check up on him. Apparently he was okay and uninjured and he had just had an interesting dream. For some reason, he didn't tell me what it was about like he usually did.  After I made sure he was okay I left the room.