The New Boy - Six
Title: The New Boy
Author: ira_luxuria
Pairing: Frank x Gerard; Bob x Ray; Mikey x Connor (OMC)
Rating: Pg 13 - R
Summary: See title
Pov: First
Dedications: For faithfulriver26 for being such an avid reader and all the commenters. It helps a lot.
Disclaimer: Fake but the plot is cliché I suppose and Connor, Andrew and William are mine.
Authors Note: I realise that you can’t actually get tattoos at 16 but hey it’s fiction right? Gerard is 17 Mikey is the same age as Frank although they are three years apart in real life but it’s fiction.
WARNING: BACKWARDS PITY FUCK.
Prologue//One//Two//Three//Four// Five//
Six
Warning: Backwards pity fuck.
“Are you sure Gee?” Mikey questioned causing Gerard to really think about it. Did he like frank like that? Or was it simply the fact that he wanted to like Frank because he has always wanted to like someone? “I don’t know.” At that moment Ray popped his head through the door to The Yard.
“Connor told me where you were. Have you seen Frank? There’s something I wanted to ask him.”
“Not since second period, the principal wanted to see him.” Gerard did the quick math in his head - two hours and twenty-five minutes. “Err you guys go to lunch I’ll be around,” Mikey and Ray nodded and left, heading towards the lunch hall with Gerard trailing along behind, the various places that Frank could be running through his head. First stop - the library. When he walked through the swing doors he thought the librarian would have a heart attack at the sight of him. He glanced at the tables, not seeing Frank he left laughing to himself as he did so; next he tried their dorm room Frank wasn’t there either but he hurriedly changed out of his uniform and into tight jeans and a t-shirt followed by a hoodie and made his way to the clearing he always went to.
As he rounded a tree he felt like his heart would skip a beat or two at the sight of Frank’s thin body sitting on the rock motionless as he stared out across the water. Gerard moved forward, a half relieved look on his face which swiftly changed to complete confusion when he stood in front of Frank, watching confusedly as tears slipped down his cheeks merging with the already drying tears and the previous ones. Automatically his thumb wiped away the freely falling tears like he did with his brother - he may not show affection but when he did it came in spades - he watched Frank’s glazed eyes stare absently through him, a look of concern graced Gerard’s features.
“Frank? Are - are you okay?” Gerard asked hesitantly, passing a hand in front of Frank’s face looking on, as Frank never even blinked. Frank barely hearing what Gerard said shook his head ‘no’ anyway. His voice coming out harsh and hoarse as he whispered two words: “They’re gone.” Gerard, more confused than before, tilted Frank’s bowed head up to look at him, his fingers subconsciously rubbing small circles on his cheeks as comfort.
“Who’s gone Frank?” He watched as Frank blinked, a few stray tears slipping past his eyelids.
“My parents.” Not knowing what to do Gerard released Frank and sat on the ground his back resting against the rock, his head against the cold stone and leaning against Frank’s dangling leg. Revelling inside when one of Frank’s hands tangles in his hair, he sighed quietly letting Frank talk when he wanted. However, Frank didn’t talk - he screamed, he shouted, he cursed and he yelled - his hand tightening uncomfortably in Gerard’s hair before releasing it and jumping off the rock narrowly missing Gerard’s fingers, pacing back and forth his hands gesturing wildly.
“They fucking left me! Without telling me and they fucking let me think they were still here!” Gerard let Frank rant out his frustrations, watching him swipe at his eyes every so often. Gerard, on some level, knew how Frank felt; he’d felt much the same when he found out his parents died.
“What do you mean they’ve left you?” Gerard put as little emotion into his words as he could as he stood, standing behind Frank barely making a noise as Frank continued to rant ignoring him. Gerard sighed but it turned into a yelp as Frank turned and walked right into him. Frank being so short, his head smacked into Gerard’s nose, in an automatic reaction Gerard shoved Frank away, his hands flying up to his face to feel his nose. Satisfied it was fine Gerard turned to Frank finding him with a shocked look on his face, his dark eyes apologetic.
“They moved. Mom went north, Dad went south and they never told me. They never told me they were moving. This is all my fault.”
“Frank you stupid fuck how is this your fault?”
“If I hadn’t got sent here. If I’d been the good straight boy that they wanted me to be then this wouldn’t have happened, they wouldn’t have left.”
Angry, Gerard pulled Frank to face him, one hand repeating his earlier action only tightening the grip. Frank’s eyes widened slightly at the look on Gerard’s face - anger, confusion, pain and determination took their respective places in Gerard’s soft green eyes. Frank’s breathing mirrored Gerard’s as he spoke.
“Tell me Frank. Could a straight man ram his hard cock up another man’s ass? Could a straight man let another man suck his cock?” Gerard pushed his lips against Frank’s ignoring the cold of his lip ring as he parted his lips and slipped his tongue out to run along Frank’s bottom lip hesitantly hoping and praying that Frank would open up and let him in - in more ways than one. Thanking the god he hoped existed when Frank opened his mouth, his tongue snaking out to meet Gerard’s, the two slick muscles sliding against each other giving one type of much needed friction to both men but not the one they so desperately craved. They separated with a quiet audible pop.
“Tell me honestly Frank. If you were straight would you have kissed me back? Would you have enjoyed it?” Gerard breathed against Frank’s lips. “You are gay Frank. There’s nothing you, your parents or any other person can do to alter that fact. You like dick. Deal with it.” Gerard smirked as he released Frank stepping back a few paces, his skin tingling where Frank had touched him unconsciously. Frank’s lips prickled from their kiss, he realised that no matter how crude his words Gerard was right. He was gay, he liked dick, he did enjoy it and he was going to deal with it - in the only way he knew how.
Taking a few steps forward Frank stood on this tiptoes, wrapped a hand around Gerard’s neck, the other around his right bicep as he forcefully pushed his lips to Gerard’s guiding them back to the rock. As if sensing what he was going to do Gerard changed their positions so Frank’s back hit the stone as Gerard roughly pushed him back, their lips still touching Gerard’s tongue in Frank’s mouth as his hands mirrored Frank’s, the fingers on his left hand scratching at the tattoo on Frank’s neck. Breaking apart Gerard grabbed Frank’s hair and yanked his head to the left as his lips hit the dark scorpion marring his skin; one of Frank’s legs pushed in between Gerard’s their steadily hardening members pressed against each others thighs. Gerard bit down hard on Frank’s tattoo relishing in the short groan and the harder force in which Frank pushed his hips into Gerard’s and his short, bitten-down fingernails into Gerard’s skin.
“Ugh… dorm room. Now.” Frank got out breathlessly, letting out a low moan when Gerard forcefully pushed his hips against Frank’s crushing them to the stone. Gerard nodded against Frank’s skin as he slipped his hand into Frank’s, hurriedly making their way to their room barely able to keep their hands and lips off each other long enough to even think or acknowledge the fact that there could and most likely would be students milling around the campus and hallways. It seemed forever for the two to reach their dorm room but when they did neither wasted time with the niceties and practically ripped each others clothes off. Their lips colliding with a grunt that could have made any whore proud, their hands roaming over each other’s boxer clad bodies Gerard’s disappearing with skilled hands as he is pushed down onto a bed - his or Frank’s he doesn’t care - new familiar pierced lips hit his skin when they part from his lips, moving down his neck to his shoulders trailing across his torso, Frank’s tongue and teeth nibbling and licking both his nipples then continuing his trail down past his belly button, biting down on his hips eliciting a moan from Gerard.
Gerard doesn’t know if he’s ever felt so alive with a person before he thinks just before he is enveloped completely, a string of noises he never thought he could make erupt from his mouth as Frank’s skilful tongue swirls over him and runs along the vein on the underside of his shaft. Just when Gerard is ready to orgasm Frank sits back on his haunches, a smirk playing about his lips.
“Why did… you stop?” Gerard asked annoyed. Frank crawled up from between Gerard’s thighs to sit on his abdomen, that smirk Gerard thinks should be illegal in several states. Frank leans forward and puts his lips to Gerard’s ear.
“You’ll see,” he whispers in a low and husky voice that sends a shiver down Gerard’s spine, before shoving his tongue in to Gerard’s mouth at the same time that he plunges himself down onto Gerard’s hard member, his groan swallowed by Gerard moments before he breaks the kiss by throwing his head back against the pillow behind him.
“Sweet Jesus.” Gerard moans when he feels Frank tighten his muscles around him, he digs his fingernails into Frank’s hips not caring that he’ll bruise the other boy his only concern is feeling Frank and being in the moment. When Frank starts to move Gerard feels like he’s going to pass out from the combination of Frank’s tight insides contracting around his shaft and the feel of Frank’s rough fingers playing with his skin and his ball sack. Wanting control, Gerard shifted around for a brief moment, lifted Frank almost completely off him then shoved his hips upwards simultaneously pushing Frank down to meet the thrust. Out of experience Gerard knew what to hit and when, he almost laughed when he hit Frank’s prostate but the look on Frank’s face and obscenities tumbling from his mouth stopped him.
“Fuck! Right there…” Frank got out through a shudder that ran through his body, his eyes closed he rocked his hips back and forth before lifting himself up with his arms resting on either side of Gerard’s head; leaning forward he pushed his lips to Gerard’s clamping his teeth on the sensitive bottom lip and dragging it out while Gerard pounded into his ass. Frank’s hand found Gerard’s balls and in a moment of sadism he pulled them, his laugh turning into a harsh groan as Gerard yanked on his.
“You fucking… oh god… little shit,” Gerard’s long fingers wrapped around Frank’s cock as he felt himself draw near to his orgasm but Frank stopped him with a groan, shaking his head.
“Don’t.” Still Gerard continued to pound into him. “But…” “I’ll come when you do,” Frank panted. “Trust me!” Frank screamed as Gerard came deep inside him, his own orgasm following mere seconds after Gerard’s. His head thrown back, his dark eyes closed and his mouth open in a perfect “O”. Gerard lay panting on the duvet cover, sweat beading on his forehead as Frank shifted forward and lay panting on his chest, his forehead buried in Gerard’s neck waiting for his breathing to level out.
“Fuck me,” Frank exclaimed quietly, his voice hoarse even more so than usual. Gerard started laughing at Frank’s words.
“I thought I just did,” which caused Frank to laugh and playfully hit Gerard and call him a sick fuck. “Oh, you can talk Mr. I-Grab-Nuts-For-Fun-And-Enjoy-Impaling-Myself-On-Hard-Objects.”
“I hardly call your cock a hard object at the moment it appears to be proving itself as a softie.” Frank smirked and playfully nipped at Gerard’s ear lobe.
“Keep grinding your ass and we’ll find out just how hard I can get,” Gerard murmured. A knock sounded at their door and Gerard froze putting a finger to his lips to signal Frank to be quiet. Gerard succeeded in being silent for all of five seconds when Frank squeezed his muscles around Gerard’s flaccid but now semi-hard member eliciting a moan from Gerard. Gerard’s eyes glared daggers at Franks, a look of marginal annoyance on his face.
“Gee, I know you’re in there, I heard you moan.” His brother’s voice was muffled through the wood. Gerard sighed and moved Frank off him and tiredly stood, moving stiffly around the room picking up his clothes and putting them in, throwing Frank his boxers and clothes, watching as he put them on and walk towards him with a sexual gait.
“Can I come in yet? People are staring at me weirdly.” Gerard laughed and said he could, thinking ‘we’re decent now’ as he did. The door opened and Mikey walked in a blank expression on his face. Gerard knew what that expression meant. He was in trouble.
“Frank get out.” Gerard’s tone of voice was emotionless as he ordered Frank around. “Hey-“ Frank protested, a pissed look on his face. “Do it. Come back later.” Frank left still protesting as he did so, mumbling under his breath.
“Gerard you don’t think do you? Half the population of the school saw you and Frank practically fucking against the wall. Do you have any idea what they want to do to him? Tyler especially.” Mikey exploded.
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are both welcomed and appreciated.
Author: ira_luxuria
Pairing: Frank x Gerard; Bob x Ray; Mikey x Connor (OMC)
Rating: Pg 13 - R
Summary: See title
Pov: First
Dedications: For faithfulriver26 for being such an avid reader and all the commenters. It helps a lot.
Disclaimer: Fake but the plot is cliché I suppose and Connor, Andrew and William are mine.
Authors Note: I realise that you can’t actually get tattoos at 16 but hey it’s fiction right? Gerard is 17 Mikey is the same age as Frank although they are three years apart in real life but it’s fiction.
WARNING: BACKWARDS PITY FUCK.
Prologue//One//Two//Three//Four// Five//
Six
Warning: Backwards pity fuck.
“Are you sure Gee?” Mikey questioned causing Gerard to really think about it. Did he like frank like that? Or was it simply the fact that he wanted to like Frank because he has always wanted to like someone? “I don’t know.” At that moment Ray popped his head through the door to The Yard.
“Connor told me where you were. Have you seen Frank? There’s something I wanted to ask him.”
“Not since second period, the principal wanted to see him.” Gerard did the quick math in his head - two hours and twenty-five minutes. “Err you guys go to lunch I’ll be around,” Mikey and Ray nodded and left, heading towards the lunch hall with Gerard trailing along behind, the various places that Frank could be running through his head. First stop - the library. When he walked through the swing doors he thought the librarian would have a heart attack at the sight of him. He glanced at the tables, not seeing Frank he left laughing to himself as he did so; next he tried their dorm room Frank wasn’t there either but he hurriedly changed out of his uniform and into tight jeans and a t-shirt followed by a hoodie and made his way to the clearing he always went to.
As he rounded a tree he felt like his heart would skip a beat or two at the sight of Frank’s thin body sitting on the rock motionless as he stared out across the water. Gerard moved forward, a half relieved look on his face which swiftly changed to complete confusion when he stood in front of Frank, watching confusedly as tears slipped down his cheeks merging with the already drying tears and the previous ones. Automatically his thumb wiped away the freely falling tears like he did with his brother - he may not show affection but when he did it came in spades - he watched Frank’s glazed eyes stare absently through him, a look of concern graced Gerard’s features.
“Frank? Are - are you okay?” Gerard asked hesitantly, passing a hand in front of Frank’s face looking on, as Frank never even blinked. Frank barely hearing what Gerard said shook his head ‘no’ anyway. His voice coming out harsh and hoarse as he whispered two words: “They’re gone.” Gerard, more confused than before, tilted Frank’s bowed head up to look at him, his fingers subconsciously rubbing small circles on his cheeks as comfort.
“Who’s gone Frank?” He watched as Frank blinked, a few stray tears slipping past his eyelids.
“My parents.” Not knowing what to do Gerard released Frank and sat on the ground his back resting against the rock, his head against the cold stone and leaning against Frank’s dangling leg. Revelling inside when one of Frank’s hands tangles in his hair, he sighed quietly letting Frank talk when he wanted. However, Frank didn’t talk - he screamed, he shouted, he cursed and he yelled - his hand tightening uncomfortably in Gerard’s hair before releasing it and jumping off the rock narrowly missing Gerard’s fingers, pacing back and forth his hands gesturing wildly.
“They fucking left me! Without telling me and they fucking let me think they were still here!” Gerard let Frank rant out his frustrations, watching him swipe at his eyes every so often. Gerard, on some level, knew how Frank felt; he’d felt much the same when he found out his parents died.
“What do you mean they’ve left you?” Gerard put as little emotion into his words as he could as he stood, standing behind Frank barely making a noise as Frank continued to rant ignoring him. Gerard sighed but it turned into a yelp as Frank turned and walked right into him. Frank being so short, his head smacked into Gerard’s nose, in an automatic reaction Gerard shoved Frank away, his hands flying up to his face to feel his nose. Satisfied it was fine Gerard turned to Frank finding him with a shocked look on his face, his dark eyes apologetic.
“They moved. Mom went north, Dad went south and they never told me. They never told me they were moving. This is all my fault.”
“Frank you stupid fuck how is this your fault?”
“If I hadn’t got sent here. If I’d been the good straight boy that they wanted me to be then this wouldn’t have happened, they wouldn’t have left.”
Angry, Gerard pulled Frank to face him, one hand repeating his earlier action only tightening the grip. Frank’s eyes widened slightly at the look on Gerard’s face - anger, confusion, pain and determination took their respective places in Gerard’s soft green eyes. Frank’s breathing mirrored Gerard’s as he spoke.
“Tell me Frank. Could a straight man ram his hard cock up another man’s ass? Could a straight man let another man suck his cock?” Gerard pushed his lips against Frank’s ignoring the cold of his lip ring as he parted his lips and slipped his tongue out to run along Frank’s bottom lip hesitantly hoping and praying that Frank would open up and let him in - in more ways than one. Thanking the god he hoped existed when Frank opened his mouth, his tongue snaking out to meet Gerard’s, the two slick muscles sliding against each other giving one type of much needed friction to both men but not the one they so desperately craved. They separated with a quiet audible pop.
“Tell me honestly Frank. If you were straight would you have kissed me back? Would you have enjoyed it?” Gerard breathed against Frank’s lips. “You are gay Frank. There’s nothing you, your parents or any other person can do to alter that fact. You like dick. Deal with it.” Gerard smirked as he released Frank stepping back a few paces, his skin tingling where Frank had touched him unconsciously. Frank’s lips prickled from their kiss, he realised that no matter how crude his words Gerard was right. He was gay, he liked dick, he did enjoy it and he was going to deal with it - in the only way he knew how.
Taking a few steps forward Frank stood on this tiptoes, wrapped a hand around Gerard’s neck, the other around his right bicep as he forcefully pushed his lips to Gerard’s guiding them back to the rock. As if sensing what he was going to do Gerard changed their positions so Frank’s back hit the stone as Gerard roughly pushed him back, their lips still touching Gerard’s tongue in Frank’s mouth as his hands mirrored Frank’s, the fingers on his left hand scratching at the tattoo on Frank’s neck. Breaking apart Gerard grabbed Frank’s hair and yanked his head to the left as his lips hit the dark scorpion marring his skin; one of Frank’s legs pushed in between Gerard’s their steadily hardening members pressed against each others thighs. Gerard bit down hard on Frank’s tattoo relishing in the short groan and the harder force in which Frank pushed his hips into Gerard’s and his short, bitten-down fingernails into Gerard’s skin.
“Ugh… dorm room. Now.” Frank got out breathlessly, letting out a low moan when Gerard forcefully pushed his hips against Frank’s crushing them to the stone. Gerard nodded against Frank’s skin as he slipped his hand into Frank’s, hurriedly making their way to their room barely able to keep their hands and lips off each other long enough to even think or acknowledge the fact that there could and most likely would be students milling around the campus and hallways. It seemed forever for the two to reach their dorm room but when they did neither wasted time with the niceties and practically ripped each others clothes off. Their lips colliding with a grunt that could have made any whore proud, their hands roaming over each other’s boxer clad bodies Gerard’s disappearing with skilled hands as he is pushed down onto a bed - his or Frank’s he doesn’t care - new familiar pierced lips hit his skin when they part from his lips, moving down his neck to his shoulders trailing across his torso, Frank’s tongue and teeth nibbling and licking both his nipples then continuing his trail down past his belly button, biting down on his hips eliciting a moan from Gerard.
Gerard doesn’t know if he’s ever felt so alive with a person before he thinks just before he is enveloped completely, a string of noises he never thought he could make erupt from his mouth as Frank’s skilful tongue swirls over him and runs along the vein on the underside of his shaft. Just when Gerard is ready to orgasm Frank sits back on his haunches, a smirk playing about his lips.
“Why did… you stop?” Gerard asked annoyed. Frank crawled up from between Gerard’s thighs to sit on his abdomen, that smirk Gerard thinks should be illegal in several states. Frank leans forward and puts his lips to Gerard’s ear.
“You’ll see,” he whispers in a low and husky voice that sends a shiver down Gerard’s spine, before shoving his tongue in to Gerard’s mouth at the same time that he plunges himself down onto Gerard’s hard member, his groan swallowed by Gerard moments before he breaks the kiss by throwing his head back against the pillow behind him.
“Sweet Jesus.” Gerard moans when he feels Frank tighten his muscles around him, he digs his fingernails into Frank’s hips not caring that he’ll bruise the other boy his only concern is feeling Frank and being in the moment. When Frank starts to move Gerard feels like he’s going to pass out from the combination of Frank’s tight insides contracting around his shaft and the feel of Frank’s rough fingers playing with his skin and his ball sack. Wanting control, Gerard shifted around for a brief moment, lifted Frank almost completely off him then shoved his hips upwards simultaneously pushing Frank down to meet the thrust. Out of experience Gerard knew what to hit and when, he almost laughed when he hit Frank’s prostate but the look on Frank’s face and obscenities tumbling from his mouth stopped him.
“Fuck! Right there…” Frank got out through a shudder that ran through his body, his eyes closed he rocked his hips back and forth before lifting himself up with his arms resting on either side of Gerard’s head; leaning forward he pushed his lips to Gerard’s clamping his teeth on the sensitive bottom lip and dragging it out while Gerard pounded into his ass. Frank’s hand found Gerard’s balls and in a moment of sadism he pulled them, his laugh turning into a harsh groan as Gerard yanked on his.
“You fucking… oh god… little shit,” Gerard’s long fingers wrapped around Frank’s cock as he felt himself draw near to his orgasm but Frank stopped him with a groan, shaking his head.
“Don’t.” Still Gerard continued to pound into him. “But…” “I’ll come when you do,” Frank panted. “Trust me!” Frank screamed as Gerard came deep inside him, his own orgasm following mere seconds after Gerard’s. His head thrown back, his dark eyes closed and his mouth open in a perfect “O”. Gerard lay panting on the duvet cover, sweat beading on his forehead as Frank shifted forward and lay panting on his chest, his forehead buried in Gerard’s neck waiting for his breathing to level out.
“Fuck me,” Frank exclaimed quietly, his voice hoarse even more so than usual. Gerard started laughing at Frank’s words.
“I thought I just did,” which caused Frank to laugh and playfully hit Gerard and call him a sick fuck. “Oh, you can talk Mr. I-Grab-Nuts-For-Fun-And-Enjoy-Impaling-Myself-On-Hard-Objects.”
“I hardly call your cock a hard object at the moment it appears to be proving itself as a softie.” Frank smirked and playfully nipped at Gerard’s ear lobe.
“Keep grinding your ass and we’ll find out just how hard I can get,” Gerard murmured. A knock sounded at their door and Gerard froze putting a finger to his lips to signal Frank to be quiet. Gerard succeeded in being silent for all of five seconds when Frank squeezed his muscles around Gerard’s flaccid but now semi-hard member eliciting a moan from Gerard. Gerard’s eyes glared daggers at Franks, a look of marginal annoyance on his face.
“Gee, I know you’re in there, I heard you moan.” His brother’s voice was muffled through the wood. Gerard sighed and moved Frank off him and tiredly stood, moving stiffly around the room picking up his clothes and putting them in, throwing Frank his boxers and clothes, watching as he put them on and walk towards him with a sexual gait.
“Can I come in yet? People are staring at me weirdly.” Gerard laughed and said he could, thinking ‘we’re decent now’ as he did. The door opened and Mikey walked in a blank expression on his face. Gerard knew what that expression meant. He was in trouble.
“Frank get out.” Gerard’s tone of voice was emotionless as he ordered Frank around. “Hey-“ Frank protested, a pissed look on his face. “Do it. Come back later.” Frank left still protesting as he did so, mumbling under his breath.
“Gerard you don’t think do you? Half the population of the school saw you and Frank practically fucking against the wall. Do you have any idea what they want to do to him? Tyler especially.” Mikey exploded.
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are both welcomed and appreciated.