Don't You Dare Believe It (6/9)
Title: Don't You Dare Believe It
Author: enimsaj_2
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Violence, Rape, Language, Sexual Relations, and... no, that's it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Summary: Frank and Gerard have a dark past. What will it take to let Frank forgive and forget?
Word Count: 3222
Beta: The lovely Caitlyn
Author's Note: So... Chapter 6. It is entirely too long, and i had wayy too much trouble writing this. *blushes* It was awkward.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
The door opened suddenly, startling both Frank and Gerard. Al walked into the room, Earl following close behind.
"Alright, boys, here's what's gonna happen," Al started, flashing the two teens a menacing smile.
"We're gonna have a bit of fun with you-" he looked at Frank "-and you're gonna watch," he pointed at Gerard. Earl stood behind Al and giggled.
Frank's eyes widened and he began trembling with fear. He shook his head quickly.
"Oh, yes..." Earl said with relish. He stepped forward and closed in on Frank, who shrank back against the wall. Gerard flicked his gaze to Frank. As soon as he saw how scared he was, he found his voice.
"No," he said quietly.
Earl didn't seem to hear him and got closer to Frank. Frank began to whimper, making Earl cackle heinously.
"No," Gerard said, louder this time.
Still Earl did not hear. He grabbed Frank by the hair for the second time that night and began tugging him away from the wall. Frank started to cry, and Gerard felt something snap inside of himself.
"NO!" he screamed, scrambling to get off the floor.
Al and Earl were at his side in an instant. Earl crouched down on the dirty floor and got in Gerard's face while Al held him down.
"What did you say to me, boy?"
"I said no. Don't you dare fucking touch him."
"You think you can stop me?" Earl hissed, spittle landing on Gerard's cheek.
"I..." Gerard trailed off, not knowing what to say.
"That's what I thought," Earl said smugly.
He got off the floor and turned back to Frank.
"Now, where were we?"
"Please..." Frank whispered. "Don't..."
Earl chuckled as he gripped Frank's hair once more. He pulled Frank away from the wall and brought him to the middle of the little room.
"Wait!" Gerard called, panicking. "Just... wait."
Earl glared at him.
"Take... take me instead," Gerard said weakly.
"And what makes you think I'd want you? After all..." he looked down at Frank and brought his hand to his cheek, caressing it softly. "After all, I like the young ones. They're so much prettier."
"He's... tainted," Gerard said slowly.
"Huh?" Earl said dumbly.
"Tainted," Gerard repeated.
He locked eyes with Frank and hesitantly said, "He... he's been fucked before. I haven't. Take me."
He tore his gaze away from Frank's horrified one and focused on Earl, who was now looking at Gerard peculiarly.
"Take me instead," He reiterated.
Al, who had been watching the verbal exchange in silence the entire time, suddenly spoke,
"Earl -" he said.
Relinquishing his hold on Gerard, he walked over to the large man and whispered something in his ear, hands cupped around his mouth. Earl nodded after a moment and let go of Frank. Before he and Al left the room, Earl paused at the door and smiled devilishly at Gerard.
"I'm gonna make you wish you'd kept your mouth shut," he sneered.
He walked out, closing the door behind himself.
Frank glanced at Gerard fearfully and said, "You don't want this, Gee. It hurts too much."
Gerard nodded his head slowly, saying, "You're right. I don't want this. But I have to do it. I can't let them hurt you, Frank... I just can't."
"But Gerard..." Frank moved closer to him.
"No, Frank. I promised."
"Gee -"
The door opened and Al and Earl entered the room again, Al carrying a length of rope in his hands. He went straight to Frank and grabbed his arm, pulling him to one of the far corners of the room. He reached behind Frank and swiftly tied one end of the rope to his already-bound wrists. He knotted the other end of the rope around a circular hook jutting out of the wall. When he finished, he smirked at Frank and said, "Enjoy the show, pretty-boy."
Earl was waiting by the door, and as soon as he saw that Al had finished restraining Frank, he stepped forward and grasped Gerard's shirt collar and dragged him to the center of the room. Gerard didn't hesitate to fight back. He began to kick at Earl, trying to connect his foot with any part of Earl's anatomy that he could. He didn't stop until he felt the cold muzzle of a gun being pressed into his spine.
"You want to try that again?" Al breathed into his ear.
Al's breath was hot against his neck and gave him goosebumps. When he didn't reply, Al snickered. Gerard felt something briefly tug at the zip tie around his wrists and then his arms suddenly fell free. As he rubbed at the places the zip tie had dug in, he felt Al's breath on his neck again and he cringed.
"Try anything smart and I'm killing you and your little boyfriend," Al jeered.
Still holding the gun, Al put his hands on the zipper on his pants and slowly pulled it down. He moved so his groin was in front of Gerard's face and released his cock from his black slacks.
"Suck it," Al ordered, pressing the gun to Gerard's temple.
Gerard choked back a gag of revulsion before opening his mouth. Before he could ready himself, Al plunged his dick into Gerard's mouth and began thrusting.
"Close your mouth!" Al growled.
He bumped the muzzle of the gun against Gerard's temple. Gerard closed his eyes, wrapped his lips around the shaft of Al's thick cock, and began to suck, gagging every so often.
Earl took out his own erection and pumped it a few times. He got on his knees behind Gerard and in one swift motion pulled Gerard's jeans down. Gerard's eyes flew open and he stopped sucking on Al's dick. Al noticed this and ground the pistol to Gerard's forehead.
"Continue... or else," Al threatened.
Tears began dripping down Gerard's face as he obeyed Al's orders.
Earl spread Gerard's legs further apart and gripped his side. He pushed his member into Gerard's ass, forcing his way past the tight rings of muscle. Gerard cried out in pain ans Earl took up a rapid pace.
Frank tried to look away, but he couldn't. Gerard was being brutally raped and he could do nothing about it. He could only watch in horror as each thrust from Earl caused Al's dick to be shoved farther into Gerard's mouth. Gerard was choking, his face glittering with tears.
Frank pulled against his restraints, frantically trying to break free. He only succeeded in making the hard plastic of the zip tie bite into his wrists. Tears of frustration and sadness welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision.
Al and Earl groaned in unison, both in total ecstasy at the trauma they were causing. Al came, spilling his vile seed into Gerard's mouth, making Gerard sputter and cough. He was about to spit the disgusting fluid onto the floor when Al clamped his hand over Gerard's lips.
"No. Swallow it," he ordered, a sadistic grin spreading over his features.
Gerard had no choice but to force Al's semen down his throat. He began to retch, making Al smile even wider.
Earl grunted as he slammed his cock into Gerard's entrance. Panting, he dug his nails into Gerard's hips and started pulling Gerard backwards as he rocked forward. He buried his cock even deeper into Gerard, ramming into him again and again.
Gerard moaned in pain as his body was used against his will. Earl growled loudly, and he unloaded his semen into Gerard's ass. He stayed inside of him for a moment before removing his softening member with a satisfied sigh. Gerard collapsed to the ground, his entire body shaking with the force of his sobs.
Al and Earl merely laughed as they tucked themselves back into their pants. Al strode over to Frank, who was crying silently. Taking out his knife, he reached behind Frank's back and cut the zip tie off of his wrists. Frank curled into a ball and wept as Al and Earl vacated the small room.
Gerard's quiet sobs reverberated around the room for a while, and soon Frank couldn't take it anymore. He shuffled over to Gerard and hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder and began to rub it gently.
"It'll be okay, Gee," he said soothingly, "It'll be okay..."
Gerard turned over and buried his tear-stained face into Frank's shirt.
"I'm sorry Frankie..." he whimpered, his voice cracking.
"What for?"
"I hurt you so bad... I... I can't -"
"Shh, Gee. Shh. They hurt you more than you hurt me. You have nothing to apologize for now."
Frank continued rubbing his arm, making small reassurances until they both fell asleep.
<^>^<^>
Gerard stared blankly at the peeling wallpaper, not moving or speaking. Every so often a low, whimper-like sound would escape his throat, but other than that he remained silent.
Frank watched him for a long while before he spoke.
"Hey..." he said tentatively.
Gerard looked at him and cocked his head slightly to the side, waiting.
"You okay?" Frank asked him.
Gerard laughed bitterly before looking away from Frank and saying, "Oh, yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be okay? I mean, I only just got fucking raped."
Frank glared at him.
"Oh and I don't know how that feels?" he spat angrily. He got to his feet, facing Gerard.
"That was two years ago! Get the fuck over it!" Gerard yelled back, standing as well.
"It's not that easy! I've tried so god damned hard to 'get over it' and nothing has worked! I've tried avoiding you, I've tried dating people, I've even tried a fucking self-help manual! Nothing fucking works! The nightmares are still there; nearly every god damned night I dream about it, I have to relive it, so if you try to assume for even one fucking second it's just that easy to get over itI'll -"
The door banged open and Al stalked into the room.
"You better quiet down in here!" he commanded. He glared at them, then suddenly smiled.
Frank got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Al was staring at him with a twisted grin, obviously forming some idea in his mind. Frank was certain he wasn't going to like whatever it was. He was never one for piety, but he figured now would be a good time to start.
"Hey Earl! C'mere!" Al called over his shoulder.
Frank was still standing up when Earl came in. Gerard eyed Earl apprehensively, backing away slowly.
"Earl, you remember what I told you earlier?"
"Uh-huh," Earl nodded.
"Let's do it," Al suggested.
"Are you serious? Yeah! Let's do it!"
Frank backed away when Earl took out a gun. Gerard was already as far away from the pair as he could get. Al pulled out his own pistol and pointed it at Frank.
"Take off your clothes," Al said with a smile.
Earl pointed his gun at Gerard and ordered him to do the same.
"Uh... what?" Frank and Gerard squeaked in unison.
"You heard us. Take 'em off. Everything," Earl cackled.
Frank was the first to move. As he hesitantly unzipped his black hoodie, Gerard began to undress as well. When they were both down to their boxers, they stopped.
"Well?" Al motioned with the gun, "Keep going."
He licked his lips eagerly, and Frank closed his eyes, pushing his boxers down with shaking hands.
"Oh god..." he thought, "What are they going to do now?"
Gerard slid his own boxers off as he stared into the barrel of the gun. He almost wished Earl would pull the trigger and end his life.
Both Frank and Gerard were fully nude now. Earl and Al smiled connivingly and walked towards the two teens, stopping a couple feet away. Al took his eyes off of Frank's naked body and looked at Gerard. Still smiling devilishly, he whispered, "Touch him."
He jerked his head in Frank's direction, and Gerard furrowed his brow.
"I don't..."
"Touch him!" Al said heatedly.
He pointed his gun at Gerard, saying, "You..." and then brought the gun back to Frank as he said, "Touch him."
Frank looked at Gerard with widened eyes. Gerard returned the look and slowly made his way over to him. When they stood in front of each other, they locked eyes.
"I don't want to die," Frank breathed.
"Me either," Gerard agreed, his voice nearly inaudible.
"What are you waiting for? Touch him!" Al whined impatiently.
"Do it..." Frank whispered.
Gerard tentatively placed one of his hands on Frank's hip, fingers brushing the scars there. Frank closed his eyes and breathed shallowly as Gerard placed his other hand on his side.
"Yes..." Earl hissed suddenly. "Now lower,"
Gerard kept his gaze focused on Frank's face as he slowly moved his hand down Frank's side. Frank opened his olive eyes and stared into Gerard's hazel ones. With a pained expression, Gerard gently took Frank's cock into his hand. Frank didn't blink as he continued staring at Gerard, but he bit his lip and twitched his hips forward slightly.
Gerard found himself hardening when he realized that Frank wasn't completely soft. He grazed the tip of Frank's cock with his thumb, making Frank quietly sigh. Al spoke, his voice filling the dead air.
"You touch him, too."
Frank broke eye contact with Gerard to look at Al. He was still holding the gun, but it was no longer trained on Frank or Gerard. At Frank's hesitation, however, he raised it again and pointed it directly at Frank.
Frank cautiously brushed Gerard's member with the tips of his fingers, and then palmed it. Finding Gerard's gaze once more, Frank slowly stroked his cock. As Gerard's pained countenance transformed into an expression of slight amusement, Frank began to actually enjoy what Gerard was doing to him. He became completely erect, moaning a little as Gerard rubbed his cock.
Frank increased his speed once Gerard was fully hard. They both looked down and watched each others hands, sighing with pleasure. They nearly forgot about the fact that Al and Earl were in the room as well, watching them give each other a hand job. Frank stepped closer to Gerard and moved so his hard-on touched Gerard's equally erect penis.
Out of nowhere, Earl spoke. It was just one word, but it made Frank and Gerard instantly halt their actions and stare at him.
"...what?" Gerard said hoarsely.
"Fuck," Earl repeated.
Gerard gaped at him for a moment, and then looked at Al. Al nodded eagerly and pointed his gun at Gerard.
"Fuck," Al said.
"Fuck him," Earl clarified, glancing from Gerard to Frank.
Gerard looked back at Frank. Frank stared at him, his mouth dropping open slightly. Gerard's expression turned into one of distress. Frank pressed his lips together and nodded.
"We have to," He whispered. "Just... don't hurt me."
With tears in his eyes, Gerard murmured, "I won't,"
Frank dropped to his knees in front of Gerard and took him into his mouth. He quickly ran his tongue up and down the length of Gerard's dick, moistening it as well as he could.
"I didn't say to do that, did I?" Al interrupted.
As slowly as he dared, Frank stopped the preparations and stood back up. Al pointed at the floor, saying, "Lay down on your back."
Glancing at Gerard, Frank did as he was told.
Earl clapped his hands together, "Now fuck him!" he said to Gerard.
Gerard couldn't help but notice the bulges in Al and Earl's pants as he got down in front of Frank.
"I really hope they don't use those on us..." he thought.
Gerard hooked Frank's legs over his shoulders and placed two fingers in his mouth, wetting them thoroughly. He touched Frank's hole with one wet finger before slowly sliding it in, gazing into Frank's eyes all the while. Frank grimaced as Gerard let his second finger join the first, and Gerard gave him an apologetic look.
"I didn't say to do that either," Al cut in.
Gerard ignored him and focused on readying Frank for what he was about to do. He was so focused that he didn't notice Al now stood beside him. Once again, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his temple. Gerard froze, his fingers still inside of Frank.
"Do it. Do it now," Al growled.
Gerard gulped and slid his fingers out of Frank's entrance. Al stepped back as Gerard moved closed to Frank. Keeping his gaze on Frank's, he gently pushed his cock into Frank's ass.
Frank gasped as Gerard slid into him. He shut his eyes against the burning sensation, and he was taken back in time. Gerard was raping him again, and he instantly wished it to be over.
Except... Gerard wasn't raping him. It didn't hurt nearly as much as when Gerard drunkenly forced his way into him two years ago, and Gerard wasn't moving. He opened his eyes, and found Gerard staring at him. His face reflected the internal pain he was in, and it seemed to greatly overshadow Frank's physical pain. Frank nodded at him, silently telling him to move.
At Frank's consent, Gerard slowly pulled out of him a few inches and then pushed back in. It felt amazing, but Gerard couldn't think about that. He focused on Frank's expression, going a little faster when Frank gave him a look of encouragement. He took up a moderate pace, and suddenly Frank moaned loudly. Gerard had managed to hit his prostate. He concentrated on hitting that exact spot over and over again, bringing intense pleasure to them both.
It was as if everything had disappeared and they were the only two people in the room. Gerard groaned as he went a little bit faster.
"Gee..." Frank suddenly said in a husky voice.
Frank looked down at his cock and Gerard understood immediately. He let go of Frank's leg and wrapped his hand around his erection. Frank closed his eyes and tilted his head back, moaning as Gerard stroked him. Gerard thumbed the head of Frank's cock and continued pushing his own cock into Frank's entrance.
"I'm... ugh gonna..." Frank moaned a couple minutes later.
Frank came with a gasp, his semen coating his stomach and Gerard's hand. Gerard was nearly there, and after a few more thrusts he came inside of Frank, groaning noisily. For what seemed like the hundredth time that night, Frank and Gerard locked eyes. Frank gave Gerard a small smile. Gerard mimicked him, and he pulled out and lowered Frank's legs from his shoulders.
"Good show, boys!" Al said suddenly.
Frank and Gerard looked over at him to see him tucking his now-flaccid dick into his pants. His face was flushed, and Earl's face mirrored the redness.
Frank suddenly felt sick as he realized Al and Earl had jerked off while watching he and Gerard's act. He cleared his throat and said, "Can I get dressed now?"
Al smirked at him.
"No," he said simply.
Gerard stood up and quickly walked over to where his clothes were lying in a pile on the floor. Frank gasped when Al once again pointed his gun at Gerard. Gerard looked up, freezing when he saw the gun trained on himself.
Al cocked his head to the side, smiled, and pulled the trigger.
Author: enimsaj_2
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Violence, Rape, Language, Sexual Relations, and... no, that's it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Summary: Frank and Gerard have a dark past. What will it take to let Frank forgive and forget?
Word Count: 3222
Beta: The lovely Caitlyn
Author's Note: So... Chapter 6. It is entirely too long, and i had wayy too much trouble writing this. *blushes* It was awkward.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
The door opened suddenly, startling both Frank and Gerard. Al walked into the room, Earl following close behind.
"Alright, boys, here's what's gonna happen," Al started, flashing the two teens a menacing smile.
"We're gonna have a bit of fun with you-" he looked at Frank "-and you're gonna watch," he pointed at Gerard. Earl stood behind Al and giggled.
Frank's eyes widened and he began trembling with fear. He shook his head quickly.
"Oh, yes..." Earl said with relish. He stepped forward and closed in on Frank, who shrank back against the wall. Gerard flicked his gaze to Frank. As soon as he saw how scared he was, he found his voice.
"No," he said quietly.
Earl didn't seem to hear him and got closer to Frank. Frank began to whimper, making Earl cackle heinously.
"No," Gerard said, louder this time.
Still Earl did not hear. He grabbed Frank by the hair for the second time that night and began tugging him away from the wall. Frank started to cry, and Gerard felt something snap inside of himself.
"NO!" he screamed, scrambling to get off the floor.
Al and Earl were at his side in an instant. Earl crouched down on the dirty floor and got in Gerard's face while Al held him down.
"What did you say to me, boy?"
"I said no. Don't you dare fucking touch him."
"You think you can stop me?" Earl hissed, spittle landing on Gerard's cheek.
"I..." Gerard trailed off, not knowing what to say.
"That's what I thought," Earl said smugly.
He got off the floor and turned back to Frank.
"Now, where were we?"
"Please..." Frank whispered. "Don't..."
Earl chuckled as he gripped Frank's hair once more. He pulled Frank away from the wall and brought him to the middle of the little room.
"Wait!" Gerard called, panicking. "Just... wait."
Earl glared at him.
"Take... take me instead," Gerard said weakly.
"And what makes you think I'd want you? After all..." he looked down at Frank and brought his hand to his cheek, caressing it softly. "After all, I like the young ones. They're so much prettier."
"He's... tainted," Gerard said slowly.
"Huh?" Earl said dumbly.
"Tainted," Gerard repeated.
He locked eyes with Frank and hesitantly said, "He... he's been fucked before. I haven't. Take me."
He tore his gaze away from Frank's horrified one and focused on Earl, who was now looking at Gerard peculiarly.
"Take me instead," He reiterated.
Al, who had been watching the verbal exchange in silence the entire time, suddenly spoke,
"Earl -" he said.
Relinquishing his hold on Gerard, he walked over to the large man and whispered something in his ear, hands cupped around his mouth. Earl nodded after a moment and let go of Frank. Before he and Al left the room, Earl paused at the door and smiled devilishly at Gerard.
"I'm gonna make you wish you'd kept your mouth shut," he sneered.
He walked out, closing the door behind himself.
Frank glanced at Gerard fearfully and said, "You don't want this, Gee. It hurts too much."
Gerard nodded his head slowly, saying, "You're right. I don't want this. But I have to do it. I can't let them hurt you, Frank... I just can't."
"But Gerard..." Frank moved closer to him.
"No, Frank. I promised."
"Gee -"
The door opened and Al and Earl entered the room again, Al carrying a length of rope in his hands. He went straight to Frank and grabbed his arm, pulling him to one of the far corners of the room. He reached behind Frank and swiftly tied one end of the rope to his already-bound wrists. He knotted the other end of the rope around a circular hook jutting out of the wall. When he finished, he smirked at Frank and said, "Enjoy the show, pretty-boy."
Earl was waiting by the door, and as soon as he saw that Al had finished restraining Frank, he stepped forward and grasped Gerard's shirt collar and dragged him to the center of the room. Gerard didn't hesitate to fight back. He began to kick at Earl, trying to connect his foot with any part of Earl's anatomy that he could. He didn't stop until he felt the cold muzzle of a gun being pressed into his spine.
"You want to try that again?" Al breathed into his ear.
Al's breath was hot against his neck and gave him goosebumps. When he didn't reply, Al snickered. Gerard felt something briefly tug at the zip tie around his wrists and then his arms suddenly fell free. As he rubbed at the places the zip tie had dug in, he felt Al's breath on his neck again and he cringed.
"Try anything smart and I'm killing you and your little boyfriend," Al jeered.
Still holding the gun, Al put his hands on the zipper on his pants and slowly pulled it down. He moved so his groin was in front of Gerard's face and released his cock from his black slacks.
"Suck it," Al ordered, pressing the gun to Gerard's temple.
Gerard choked back a gag of revulsion before opening his mouth. Before he could ready himself, Al plunged his dick into Gerard's mouth and began thrusting.
"Close your mouth!" Al growled.
He bumped the muzzle of the gun against Gerard's temple. Gerard closed his eyes, wrapped his lips around the shaft of Al's thick cock, and began to suck, gagging every so often.
Earl took out his own erection and pumped it a few times. He got on his knees behind Gerard and in one swift motion pulled Gerard's jeans down. Gerard's eyes flew open and he stopped sucking on Al's dick. Al noticed this and ground the pistol to Gerard's forehead.
"Continue... or else," Al threatened.
Tears began dripping down Gerard's face as he obeyed Al's orders.
Earl spread Gerard's legs further apart and gripped his side. He pushed his member into Gerard's ass, forcing his way past the tight rings of muscle. Gerard cried out in pain ans Earl took up a rapid pace.
Frank tried to look away, but he couldn't. Gerard was being brutally raped and he could do nothing about it. He could only watch in horror as each thrust from Earl caused Al's dick to be shoved farther into Gerard's mouth. Gerard was choking, his face glittering with tears.
Frank pulled against his restraints, frantically trying to break free. He only succeeded in making the hard plastic of the zip tie bite into his wrists. Tears of frustration and sadness welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision.
Al and Earl groaned in unison, both in total ecstasy at the trauma they were causing. Al came, spilling his vile seed into Gerard's mouth, making Gerard sputter and cough. He was about to spit the disgusting fluid onto the floor when Al clamped his hand over Gerard's lips.
"No. Swallow it," he ordered, a sadistic grin spreading over his features.
Gerard had no choice but to force Al's semen down his throat. He began to retch, making Al smile even wider.
Earl grunted as he slammed his cock into Gerard's entrance. Panting, he dug his nails into Gerard's hips and started pulling Gerard backwards as he rocked forward. He buried his cock even deeper into Gerard, ramming into him again and again.
Gerard moaned in pain as his body was used against his will. Earl growled loudly, and he unloaded his semen into Gerard's ass. He stayed inside of him for a moment before removing his softening member with a satisfied sigh. Gerard collapsed to the ground, his entire body shaking with the force of his sobs.
Al and Earl merely laughed as they tucked themselves back into their pants. Al strode over to Frank, who was crying silently. Taking out his knife, he reached behind Frank's back and cut the zip tie off of his wrists. Frank curled into a ball and wept as Al and Earl vacated the small room.
Gerard's quiet sobs reverberated around the room for a while, and soon Frank couldn't take it anymore. He shuffled over to Gerard and hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder and began to rub it gently.
"It'll be okay, Gee," he said soothingly, "It'll be okay..."
Gerard turned over and buried his tear-stained face into Frank's shirt.
"I'm sorry Frankie..." he whimpered, his voice cracking.
"What for?"
"I hurt you so bad... I... I can't -"
"Shh, Gee. Shh. They hurt you more than you hurt me. You have nothing to apologize for now."
Frank continued rubbing his arm, making small reassurances until they both fell asleep.
<^>^<^>
Gerard stared blankly at the peeling wallpaper, not moving or speaking. Every so often a low, whimper-like sound would escape his throat, but other than that he remained silent.
Frank watched him for a long while before he spoke.
"Hey..." he said tentatively.
Gerard looked at him and cocked his head slightly to the side, waiting.
"You okay?" Frank asked him.
Gerard laughed bitterly before looking away from Frank and saying, "Oh, yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be okay? I mean, I only just got fucking raped."
Frank glared at him.
"Oh and I don't know how that feels?" he spat angrily. He got to his feet, facing Gerard.
"That was two years ago! Get the fuck over it!" Gerard yelled back, standing as well.
"It's not that easy! I've tried so god damned hard to 'get over it' and nothing has worked! I've tried avoiding you, I've tried dating people, I've even tried a fucking self-help manual! Nothing fucking works! The nightmares are still there; nearly every god damned night I dream about it, I have to relive it, so if you try to assume for even one fucking second it's just that easy to get over itI'll -"
The door banged open and Al stalked into the room.
"You better quiet down in here!" he commanded. He glared at them, then suddenly smiled.
Frank got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Al was staring at him with a twisted grin, obviously forming some idea in his mind. Frank was certain he wasn't going to like whatever it was. He was never one for piety, but he figured now would be a good time to start.
"Hey Earl! C'mere!" Al called over his shoulder.
Frank was still standing up when Earl came in. Gerard eyed Earl apprehensively, backing away slowly.
"Earl, you remember what I told you earlier?"
"Uh-huh," Earl nodded.
"Let's do it," Al suggested.
"Are you serious? Yeah! Let's do it!"
Frank backed away when Earl took out a gun. Gerard was already as far away from the pair as he could get. Al pulled out his own pistol and pointed it at Frank.
"Take off your clothes," Al said with a smile.
Earl pointed his gun at Gerard and ordered him to do the same.
"Uh... what?" Frank and Gerard squeaked in unison.
"You heard us. Take 'em off. Everything," Earl cackled.
Frank was the first to move. As he hesitantly unzipped his black hoodie, Gerard began to undress as well. When they were both down to their boxers, they stopped.
"Well?" Al motioned with the gun, "Keep going."
He licked his lips eagerly, and Frank closed his eyes, pushing his boxers down with shaking hands.
"Oh god..." he thought, "What are they going to do now?"
Gerard slid his own boxers off as he stared into the barrel of the gun. He almost wished Earl would pull the trigger and end his life.
Both Frank and Gerard were fully nude now. Earl and Al smiled connivingly and walked towards the two teens, stopping a couple feet away. Al took his eyes off of Frank's naked body and looked at Gerard. Still smiling devilishly, he whispered, "Touch him."
He jerked his head in Frank's direction, and Gerard furrowed his brow.
"I don't..."
"Touch him!" Al said heatedly.
He pointed his gun at Gerard, saying, "You..." and then brought the gun back to Frank as he said, "Touch him."
Frank looked at Gerard with widened eyes. Gerard returned the look and slowly made his way over to him. When they stood in front of each other, they locked eyes.
"I don't want to die," Frank breathed.
"Me either," Gerard agreed, his voice nearly inaudible.
"What are you waiting for? Touch him!" Al whined impatiently.
"Do it..." Frank whispered.
Gerard tentatively placed one of his hands on Frank's hip, fingers brushing the scars there. Frank closed his eyes and breathed shallowly as Gerard placed his other hand on his side.
"Yes..." Earl hissed suddenly. "Now lower,"
Gerard kept his gaze focused on Frank's face as he slowly moved his hand down Frank's side. Frank opened his olive eyes and stared into Gerard's hazel ones. With a pained expression, Gerard gently took Frank's cock into his hand. Frank didn't blink as he continued staring at Gerard, but he bit his lip and twitched his hips forward slightly.
Gerard found himself hardening when he realized that Frank wasn't completely soft. He grazed the tip of Frank's cock with his thumb, making Frank quietly sigh. Al spoke, his voice filling the dead air.
"You touch him, too."
Frank broke eye contact with Gerard to look at Al. He was still holding the gun, but it was no longer trained on Frank or Gerard. At Frank's hesitation, however, he raised it again and pointed it directly at Frank.
Frank cautiously brushed Gerard's member with the tips of his fingers, and then palmed it. Finding Gerard's gaze once more, Frank slowly stroked his cock. As Gerard's pained countenance transformed into an expression of slight amusement, Frank began to actually enjoy what Gerard was doing to him. He became completely erect, moaning a little as Gerard rubbed his cock.
Frank increased his speed once Gerard was fully hard. They both looked down and watched each others hands, sighing with pleasure. They nearly forgot about the fact that Al and Earl were in the room as well, watching them give each other a hand job. Frank stepped closer to Gerard and moved so his hard-on touched Gerard's equally erect penis.
Out of nowhere, Earl spoke. It was just one word, but it made Frank and Gerard instantly halt their actions and stare at him.
"...what?" Gerard said hoarsely.
"Fuck," Earl repeated.
Gerard gaped at him for a moment, and then looked at Al. Al nodded eagerly and pointed his gun at Gerard.
"Fuck," Al said.
"Fuck him," Earl clarified, glancing from Gerard to Frank.
Gerard looked back at Frank. Frank stared at him, his mouth dropping open slightly. Gerard's expression turned into one of distress. Frank pressed his lips together and nodded.
"We have to," He whispered. "Just... don't hurt me."
With tears in his eyes, Gerard murmured, "I won't,"
Frank dropped to his knees in front of Gerard and took him into his mouth. He quickly ran his tongue up and down the length of Gerard's dick, moistening it as well as he could.
"I didn't say to do that, did I?" Al interrupted.
As slowly as he dared, Frank stopped the preparations and stood back up. Al pointed at the floor, saying, "Lay down on your back."
Glancing at Gerard, Frank did as he was told.
Earl clapped his hands together, "Now fuck him!" he said to Gerard.
Gerard couldn't help but notice the bulges in Al and Earl's pants as he got down in front of Frank.
"I really hope they don't use those on us..." he thought.
Gerard hooked Frank's legs over his shoulders and placed two fingers in his mouth, wetting them thoroughly. He touched Frank's hole with one wet finger before slowly sliding it in, gazing into Frank's eyes all the while. Frank grimaced as Gerard let his second finger join the first, and Gerard gave him an apologetic look.
"I didn't say to do that either," Al cut in.
Gerard ignored him and focused on readying Frank for what he was about to do. He was so focused that he didn't notice Al now stood beside him. Once again, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his temple. Gerard froze, his fingers still inside of Frank.
"Do it. Do it now," Al growled.
Gerard gulped and slid his fingers out of Frank's entrance. Al stepped back as Gerard moved closed to Frank. Keeping his gaze on Frank's, he gently pushed his cock into Frank's ass.
Frank gasped as Gerard slid into him. He shut his eyes against the burning sensation, and he was taken back in time. Gerard was raping him again, and he instantly wished it to be over.
Except... Gerard wasn't raping him. It didn't hurt nearly as much as when Gerard drunkenly forced his way into him two years ago, and Gerard wasn't moving. He opened his eyes, and found Gerard staring at him. His face reflected the internal pain he was in, and it seemed to greatly overshadow Frank's physical pain. Frank nodded at him, silently telling him to move.
At Frank's consent, Gerard slowly pulled out of him a few inches and then pushed back in. It felt amazing, but Gerard couldn't think about that. He focused on Frank's expression, going a little faster when Frank gave him a look of encouragement. He took up a moderate pace, and suddenly Frank moaned loudly. Gerard had managed to hit his prostate. He concentrated on hitting that exact spot over and over again, bringing intense pleasure to them both.
It was as if everything had disappeared and they were the only two people in the room. Gerard groaned as he went a little bit faster.
"Gee..." Frank suddenly said in a husky voice.
Frank looked down at his cock and Gerard understood immediately. He let go of Frank's leg and wrapped his hand around his erection. Frank closed his eyes and tilted his head back, moaning as Gerard stroked him. Gerard thumbed the head of Frank's cock and continued pushing his own cock into Frank's entrance.
"I'm... ugh gonna..." Frank moaned a couple minutes later.
Frank came with a gasp, his semen coating his stomach and Gerard's hand. Gerard was nearly there, and after a few more thrusts he came inside of Frank, groaning noisily. For what seemed like the hundredth time that night, Frank and Gerard locked eyes. Frank gave Gerard a small smile. Gerard mimicked him, and he pulled out and lowered Frank's legs from his shoulders.
"Good show, boys!" Al said suddenly.
Frank and Gerard looked over at him to see him tucking his now-flaccid dick into his pants. His face was flushed, and Earl's face mirrored the redness.
Frank suddenly felt sick as he realized Al and Earl had jerked off while watching he and Gerard's act. He cleared his throat and said, "Can I get dressed now?"
Al smirked at him.
"No," he said simply.
Gerard stood up and quickly walked over to where his clothes were lying in a pile on the floor. Frank gasped when Al once again pointed his gun at Gerard. Gerard looked up, freezing when he saw the gun trained on himself.
Al cocked his head to the side, smiled, and pulled the trigger.