Scammed

Closeted Gay

It was Friday, and Gerard woke up earlier than usual. Mostly because he didn't want Frank to leave without pulling something off on him. These past few days, he couldn't do anything because every time he woke up, Frank was already gone. He always came back late at night. He doesn't know what he was doing out that long, but he's sure he was out to avoid him. Not today though.

Gerard turned to his nightstand and took his phone that was still charging. He checked the new messages and ignored most of them, mostly because they weren't from important people. One caught his eye though. It was from Mikey. He was telling him he'll be there at 6. A smile appeared on Gerard's face. He totally forgot his brother was going to visit him today.

With the same smile, Gerard got out of his bed, threw on a shirt, and headed to the living room, where Frank was still sleeping. He went to the kitchen making him coffee and some cereal. He chugged his coffee and took his cereal, heading to the couch.

Gerard took the TV remote and sat on sleeping Frank's stomach, turning on the TV and raising the volume to the maximum. Frank released a yelp and his eyes flew open, confused at first what was happening. Gerard could feel his eyes in him who was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on with his still sleep mind. As he realized, he started thrashing around, hitting Gerard's arm in an attempt to get him off of him. But of course, Gerard was pretending to not see him and was continuing to watch the TV and eat his cereal.

"Get off of me you fucker!" He started screaming and hitting harder. "I can't breathe! Get the fuck off!"

Gerard looked down at him with a fake shocked face and said, "oh my! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." But still making no move of getting off.

"Now you do! So get off!" Frank screamed still hitting him and trashing around.

"Wait I gotta release some gas before I do," he said holding up a finger. Frank froze, taking in what he said.

"Gerard, don't you dare. I swear to God if you do it I'll-" he was interrupted as Gerard released the gas he was talking about. Now Frank started screaming louder and hitting him even harder, which actually hurt and not tickle like the other hits.

"Alright I'm getting off, just chill," he said innocently as he got off of Frank. The moment his weight was off of him, Frank bolted up and ran to the bathroom, but not before giving him the dirtiest look that can exist. Like always, he returned it with a smirk.

Gerard sat on the couch again and resumed his TV watching. He heard the shower run after a few minutes. He knows what he did was disgusting and was proud of it. He did manage to annoy Frank though, and that's all that matters now.

He was about to get comfy on the couch when he remembered about his plan of turning off the hot water. He went to the closet that contained the hot water bank and the electricity tools. He easily screwed the hot water tube shut and went back to the couch, continuing to watch his TV as if nothing happened. The water stopped as he sat on the couch, and was followed by a scream of his name.

Gerard's smirk widened. He was waiting for that. He ignored it though, continuing to watch the TV. It was some show about the wildlife. It was showing how the lion was chasing its prey or something like that. He wasn't paying it too much attention. Now, he wasn't paying any attention at all when the bathroom door opened and angry Frank came in with his damp hair, staring dagger at him. He could see his hair still had shampoo in it, which satisfied him. He didn't finish his shower, that's good.

"I heard you scream my name in there. Were you masturbating?" Gerard asked innocently.

"Why?" Is all Frank said, ignoring his comment, the angry expression still on his face. Gerard just looked at him without any reply. Frank sighed and spoke again, "whatever, get off my bed. I wanna get in it. I'm cold."