Cold Sore
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"You don't know a thing about my sins!" Gerard's throat bellowed out these words in broken screams. He lost his balance falling back onto the brick wall of the bar's ally way clanking the bottle in his hand against it. Pieces of glass flew over his feet getting stuck between the laces of his boots. Not noticing his action, he put the bottle back up to his lips again just to drink in air. The neck slipped through his fingers then rolled between him and Frank. "Oh, how the misery begins."
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Gerard was never like the other boys, he never experienced the same undying attraction to women that all his friends seem to have. After a drunken kiss with a boy at a bar he decides that he needs to get a girlfriend, and he needs to do it soon. What a mistake that was. Top!frank Bottom!gerard

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