*Frank POV*
I hesitated before knocking on the door. What if I had the address wrong? I checked the paper for about the fifth time and reconfirmed it. But I still couldn't bring myself to knock. What if he had changed his mind? What if something had come up and he just wasn't able to contact me. Only one way to find out. I reached up and rapped on the wood three times. It took a while for the door to open. I was getting really nervous by the time it did.
But Gerard wasn't on the other side. It was a lanky guy with brown hair and glasses instead. He blinked at me, "Hey, I know you. You're that weird kid from the grade below me..." he trailed off and looked behind him, "Hey, Gee, why is there a kid from school on your doorstep?"
I knew I had to be blushing. This guy was obviously Mikey, Gerard's younger brother. I had to think of a lie fast. What would be a good excuse for a student to be on their teacher's step with a full backpack...? "Uh, I came to get extra help on my project!" I blurted out.
Gerard decided to show himself then. He came from around a corner and smiled, "Oh, Frank. I was expecting you. Come in and let's take a look at that linoleum slab."
I sighed and followed him into his living room. I had no idea how I was going to pull this off. I didn't have the project with me. I pretended to dig through my bag. Then I gave a little laugh that even sounded fake to me, "Silly me, I must have forgotten to take it home with me!"
Gee nodded, "I see. Well would you like to stay and have dinner anyway? I mean, unless your mom's expecting you home."
"No, she's not expecting me," I said without thinking. Then I mentally slapped myself. He had clearly just given me the chance to get out of this awkward situation and I blew it.
He smiled anyway, "All right. You stay here and get to know Mikey. I'll go finish cooking."
"So...You're in Gee's class?" Mikey asked once he was gone.
I nodded, "Yeah. I suck at art though. You're his brother?"
"Mmhmm. I come here sometimes cuz I technically still live with Mom and Dad. Not sure what I want to do with my life yet, you know?"
I could relate. Senior year is the time most kids figured that out, and I was drawing a blank, "You've got time. You're only eighteen, right?"
"Nineteen, actually. My birthday was a couple weeks back." He sighed and leaned his head back, "I don't feel like I have much time. Not with my parents breathing down my neck about how successful Gerard is and why can't I be more like him?"
I was about to respond when Gerard yelled out, "Come eat!"
Mikey led me into the dining room and we sat at the little table. Gerard had made some sort of chicken stir fry, and it looked really good. Unfortunately, dinner was turned into a really awkward ordeal. I could tell Mikey's gaze was shifting between Gerard and I the whole time. And it didn't help that Gerard kept his left hand on my thigh. And he kept rubbing it up and down, getting closer to my crotch with each sweep. My face must have looked like a tomato.
"Okay, I can't take this anymore," Mikey said suddenly.
I looked up at him, "Can't take what?" I tried to sound as innocent as possible.
"This!" he motioned wildly between me and Gerard, "I know you aren't here about some project. Gerard's been trying to get me to leave all afternoon, your bag is full of clothes, and don't think I'm oblivious to what's going on under the table. But you know the worst part? I can't bring myself to judge you because you're too damn cute together!" he stood up then, shaking his head, "If you wanted alone time you should have said something. I'll come back some other time."
And he was gone before I could even attempt to form an excuse. I sat there for a moment, then glared at Gerard. He just smiled, "That went well."
"Well?!" I practically yelled, "No it didn't! He knows about us now! And it's all your fault for practically hand raping me under the table!"
He shrugged, "I could tell he had it figured out already. He's a smart kid. But anyway, you brought clothes?"
I was really getting sick of blushing by then, "Y-yeah...I thought I might spend the night..."
He got a really creepy grin then, "Really now? Sounds nice."
And then we were kissing. Well, more like he attacked me. But my immediate response was to kiss back. He pulled me up out of my chair and pushed me against a wall. Strange as it may be, I found being pinned as a huge turn on. My arms snaked around his neck and my hips bucked up into his, causing him to moan. He obviously didn't like losing control, though, because he ground right back into me with more force. I was gone by that point, lost in a haze of lust.
He pulled away and breathed into my ear, "Pull my hair."
I followed the instructions as he turned his attention to my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. I threw my head back and moaned. I wasn't even trying to be self-conscious anymore. He had me right where he wanted me and I couldn't find it in me to protest. I wanted this. I wanted him to have his way with me.
His hand trailed down my chest and found the hem of my shirt. He tugged up not so gently and I lifted my arms up like a little kid. Once the cloth was out of the way his kisses moved to my chest. He stopped briefly to give my nipples some attention, and then his mouth was back by my ear.
"Bedroom?"
I grunted, "Couch is closer," and started pulling him toward the furniture in question.
He chuckled, "I like the way you think."
In retrospect, I probably should have gone to the bedroom. Just to attempt to make our first time a little more special. But I wasn't thinking. I just wanted him. I pulled him down on top of me and more kissing ensued. Our bodies and teeth and tongues clashed as we just looked for more ways to get closer to each other. Clothes were lost, hands explored, and then the final barrier was broken. It was hot. It was sweaty. It was a little fast for my taste, but amazing just the same. Soon we were gasping messes sprawled out as best as we could be on the couch.
"Wow," Gee gasped out, "That was...too much for words."
"Yeah...I know," I replied, "When can we do it again?"
He chuckled, "As much as I love hearing you say that, I think we both need to recover a bit first."
I nodded and started to say more, but then I realized Gerard was dozing off. I didn't want to disturb him, so I laid my head down and tried to join him in unconsciousness.
Notes
Oh, dear, did you think you were getting smut in this chapter? Well, I suppose you did get a bit. But reading identical sex scenes from two points of view is just pushing it a little, don't you think? And besides, Gerard's the pervy one, remember? ;)
