His jaw was clenched, his hands white on the steering wheel.
"Where are we going?" I asked weakly. He barked out a laugh.
"Does it matter?" he cried. I chewed my lip.
Honestly, he was scaring me; I wasn't used to him being so reckless. He put his hand on my thigh as he drove, but didn't look at me or try any conversation.
"Stop being so damn afraid of me, Frank. I won't do anything stupid while you're in the car." He said curtly.
"Yes, Sir." I murmured. He peered at me from the corner of his eye, smirking, but didn't say much else. I felt a bit more relaxed, but still on edge. I really had no idea where he intended on taking me, and that alone made me nervous. I trusted him, most of the time, but I was also aware that he was slightly unstable at the moment, and that was the fuel for most – if not all – of my uncertainty.
The car stopped suddenly outside a house, which I assumed was his. It wasn't anything particularly special, but I felt honored that he brought me here. I followed him up the short driveway and he let me into the front door, closing it behind me. I didn't even have time to comment on his home, because he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. He stood, glowering above me, before giving a soft moan and kissing me. His mouth took complete control, and I let him, content to follow his lead. He threaded his hands through my hair, grinding himself against my thigh. I panted like I was thirsty, and he was all the water in the world. Still, I found the willpower to stop.
"Gee...do you want this?"
"Yes." He growled, claiming my neck.
"Is this just because you're sad?" I said, my voice softer. He glared at me from under his eyelashes, grabbing my thighs and pulling me up so my legs were around his waist, and only being trapped between him and the wall held me up.
"I want you." He said. I noticed that he never actually answered me, and my stomach dropped; but I knew he needed this – needed me – so I let him have it. I felt him bite down on my neck, sucking gently at the skin, and I moaned loudly, my head falling back. Fuck it. Fuck if anyone saw, or if my friends questioned me. I didn't care about anything except him and his hands, and his fucking mouth.
"Gerard. Baby." I breathed, panting and moaning like a fucking schoolgirl. He brought his lips to the shell of my ear.
"I'm still not going to fuck you until you graduate." He chuckled, kissing the side of my head. I groaned and dropped my head to his shoulder. He laughed again and carried me over to the sofa, carefully placing me down on the soft cushions.
"You're beautiful." He said, kissing me softly. He seemed a bit more like I was used to now, and I took a deep breath. I put my hand on his cheek, stroking the soft skin.
"What brought this on?" I asked.
"I just needed to get you alone. I just...I don't know. I just needed to keep you near me. Is that stupid?"
"No. No, baby, it's not." I whispered, sitting up and shuffling over so he could come and sit next to me. Instead, he lay down, his head in my lap. I dragged my fingers softly through his hair.
"Thanks, sweetheart." He said, catching one of my hands and kissing it softly.
"What's wrong?" I asked tentatively. He sighed.
"I have a little brother. His name's Mikey and...he's great. He's been my best friend my whole life and I'd literally murder for him. I can't think of anything I wouldn't do for him. But uh, he's not doing well. He's got a bit of a, uh, drinking problem. He told me he had it under control, but I guess he didn't. Anyway, long story short, he's in the hospital in a coma. Don't know how it happened. Some sort of accident." He said, his voice surprisingly strong. I was silent.
