Gerard glanced at the clock – it was almost ten. Bert would be here any minute. He paced the kitchen, chewing nervously on his nails.
"You know, you don't have to do this." Mikey sighed, exasperated. Gerard shot him a look.
"Yes I do. You saw what he did to Frank-"
"Yes, I did, and yes, it was awful. But, Gee, you can't just beat the shit out of people whenever they do something wrong."
"Yes I can. And I will. Besides, I might not beat him. I'm going into this open minded."
"Right. Open minded. So you're totally not planning on breaking his face?" Mikey said with a raised eyebrow. Gerard laughed, blushing.
"Ah, his hands, actually. I was gonna break his hands."
"You're terrifying. No wonder Frank's afraid of you." Mikey snapped. Gerard blanched.
"Aw, he's not afraid of me. He's just...I don't know. In any case, he knows I'd never hurt him."
"I'm sure Bert probably thought that at one point." Mikey pointed out. Gerard sighed.
"Yes, but how likely is it that Frank's gonna sexually abuse someone?" Gerard countered. Mikey chuckled.
"That's very true. I think the kid gets nervous having sex with you, let alone forcing it on someone else."
Gerard's mind flitted to Frank fucking him roughly against his desk, or calling him a slut as he sucked him off, but said nothing, and just nodded in agreement.
A sharp knock on the door broke the conversation, and Gerard paled. Mikey chuckled.
"See you later, brother." He said, walking upstairs.
Gerard considered not answering, but when Bert knocked again, he muttered to himself and opened the door, plastering a smile on his face.
"Hey, Bert." He said wearily. Bert pressed a kiss to his lips, and Gerard wanted to throw up. Or cry. He'd really missed him.
"Hey, baby. How are you feeling?" he asked, letting himself in. This worked out better than Bert had ever hoped it would.
Gerard chewed his lip and shrugged.
"You know. I'm fine. Just...I just feel betrayed." He sighed. It was true. He looked into the eyes of the man he could have once loved, and felt uneasiness settle in his stomach. Bert wrapped his arms around his waist, and Gerard, despite his better judgement, buried his face in his neck. He still smelled good, and it made Gerard's heart ache.
"Let me take it away, okay?" Bert murmured, kissing Gerard's neck. He whimpered a little bit despite himself, melting into Bert's touch.
Fuck. He just couldn't say no to him.
"Y-yeah. Please." Gerard whispered, forgetting himself completely. It'd been months, and he missed the way Bert would touch him, fuck him so gently yet so rough. The way he'd make Gerard cum so hard he nearly passed out.
As much as Gerard loved having sex with Frank, the fact was that Bert was simply more experienced than he was. He knew how to get Gerard excited.
Bert pressed his lips against Gerard's, making him whine desperately, clutching his long, brown hair with eager hands.
"Miss me?" Bert chuckled, pushing him against the wall.
"Y-yeah. Fuck, yeah. Missed you." He panted, rolling his hips forward. Bert nuzzled his face into Gerard's neck and palmed him through his jeans.
And oh. That brought Gerard back to what he was doing, and why he was doing it. He felt guilt wash over him when he imagined Frank's gentle smile, the way he flicked his lip piercing with his tongue. He thought about the way his eyes softened when he said "I love you", and the sound of his laugh. Gerard remembered the way he'd looked at Gerard with wide-eyed terror and guilt when he told him what Bert had done.
