Homo Is Gay

What The-

Soft, pulp balls of fat entice me, pulling me in. Secure and confident; he knows what he's doing. With each breath, heat rises between us. His touch hypnotic right down to the sense. I don't even give in, my body does, but how am I supposed to let go when his smell engulfs me, taking me uncontrollably by my own sweet surprise. Addicting like a cold blade is to a cutter. My tongue skims his lips, just edging for a taste of the inside of his beautiful luscious mouth. It deepens the kiss, as if right now that's possible. I pull him closer, kiss him harder, and tangle inside the bedspread with him, switching spots so i'm elevated to the top, making him a bottom for the night. Now whose the one with all the control?  I smirk, proud of myself as well as the sudden confidence that has risen within me. My hands mingle all on their own, slowly undoing his jeans and inching my fingers inside of them, teasing him for a brief moment before slipping my hands inside his boxers. "No, that's not how this works." I hear a guttural tone right before i'm thrown roughly onto my back, at square one once again. Sharp nails dig into the back of my neck, rather harshly. His hands almost rap around my neck, tight and easy. So tender and small. The adrenaline that fear sends goes from my spine all the way to my toes. The feeling uneasy and real. To real to be true. Like a chain reaction, my eyes shoot open as fast as lightning bursting from the sky, as if the streak is sent from Thor himself. Reality comes rushing back, claiming my soul, my senses. Each and every one of them. Like trapping them in a cage, unable to escape the monster called reality. Compare it to depression, if you will. Immediately, I push Frank to the floor, getting him off of me as if it's my instinct. 

His laugh fills the room for a good minute as he sits on his ass, the floor underneath him. I can't bring myself to look at him strait in the face, so, I do the only thing I can do and avoid eye contact, looking to my side of the wall, away from him. I mean, I thought that was just a dream... I didn't think it was real life. Did I even open my eyes?  Discombobulated and a little weirded out with myself, I sit up, trying to shake the crazy ass wet dream, or reality, I just had. My thoughts seem to possess me as I sit in the dark room with a rarely quiet Frank Iero. (I know, I know, surprising that I even bothered remembering his last name, but we did fuck and I DO try to be a gentlemen every once in a while.) Like whispers in my head, my thoughts turn into waves, hitting the ocean of my brain. All I want to know is why. Why did it have to be Frank OUT OF ALL PEOPLE?!  Why is a fucking male in my god damn wet dream? Males aren't supposed to be in OTHER MALES' wet dreams. Are they?  I seem to question myself. Frank and I literally only fucked once, but that was just an experiment for me. They always say to travel your sexuality and explore and that is exactly what I did. Though, don't get me wrong. It DID feel good. HE felt good. Him... on my skin... pressed against my body... God, the thrusting... The mere thought of the memory makes me want to throw my head back, however,  I stop myself. That would give everything away, but I am trying not to let Frank know that he has taken over my thoughts almost entirely. Even when he was holding me down, penning me against the bed, that was sexy as hell. Damn he's one hell of a fuck boy. AND FUCK did it feel absolutely fucking astonishing. The thing is, though, if I were anywhere, and I mean fucking ANYWHERE else in this god forsaken world, he wouldn't have been the one in my wet dream... It likely would have been Lyn-z or something. But am I meant to be here?  Do I regret that it was Frank instead of Lyn-z?  I think I know the answer deep deep down in my soul, and if i'm being completely honest, I don't think i'm the only one... 

When I do finally look over, Frank is on his bed tying his shoe, seeing as the other one is already tied. His grin loud and clear, set on his expression. I scrunch my nose and give him a questioning look, still not wanting to be on speaking terms. Frank looks up at me, his grin fades a little bit, but his smile still plain as the moon on a cloudless, starlit sky. The galaxies in his eyes makes it hard for me to look away. "Are you alright?" He breaks the silence. "Sure." I reply, looking away once again, back at my lonely wall. Out of nowhere, I feel sudden, hot breath striking my ear as his left hand creeps to the other side of me, kind of locking me in. No where to go because a certain someone likes to do this to shit to me, only, this situation differs from the others because he is making me choose between him or the wall, pretty much. It's always something new with this guy every time. My eyes close all on their own as his breath hits my ear, his words slowly spilling out. "I know you dreamed about me, Gerard and I know you liked it, didn't you, baby?  I'm willing to bet that you even want me to do you just like I did you in your dream, if not you want it harder, heavier, and you want it to last a lifetime, don't you? "  He pulls away just far enough to look at me, and, my body, with a mind of its own, pulls him in, kissing him before feeling guilty and quickly shoving him away. The wall seems to be my best fucking friend today. This seems to piss him off, or at the very least, anger him. He grabs my jaw, thumb on my pulse, forcing me to look at him, and then kisses me. Hard and nonstop, turning this into a make out session. That is, until he aggressively pushes me down, sending shock waves through my soul, in turn effecting my body.  He proceeds to rip my cloths off,  piece by piece, fabric by fabric. This time around he doesn't try to go slow, nor does he try to be gentle. Once my shirt is off, he heads strait for my collarbone, a tender spot. This gets a moan out of me and I snake my hands around his neck, digging my nails in as hard as I can right before I start taking his cloths off, starting with his shirt. A little pay back for earlier. I hope I leave a fucking mark. My actions get a raise out of him and I am soon proven that that was a BAD fucking idea because he actually bites down on the bone of my collar. He sucks and sucks, leaving me a pretty hefty hickey that I know is going to bruise later. After bruising the tender meat, he begins leaving me more like that as he moves up to my ear. Now I KNOW he is trying to be rough, but i'm okay with it. I mean, this is Frank  we are talking about. "Do I need to bound you and save the fun all for myself?"  Frank growls, ."No." I whine  wrapping my legs around  his waist in an attempt to give him more access. "That's my little bitch."