Forbidden Ch. 1
Title: Forbidden Ch. 1
Author: thefirstkilljoy
Pairing: Frank/Gerard Gerard/Himself Gerard/OC Frank/OC Frank/Mikey
Rating:NC-17
POV: Gerard's
Summary: Gerard finds out he'll soon be sharing a bedroom with his step-brother Frank. Will the two get along?
Disclaimer: I don't own rights to anything MCR.
Warnings: Sex, Language, and some slightly violent sex, mentions of rape, and situations containing rape.
It had been four years since my father had met Linda Iero, they had been married three. She was telling us over dinner that her ex husband had taken ill, was sick with cancer, and that her son would be coming to stay with us while he got better. I had heard about Frank, he hadn't made the wedding because he had been off with his band in Europe, and wasn't happy about his mothers remarrying. His band wasn't very well known but weren't a closet band. I had heard some of their music from a CD that Linda had received; I knew they would probably be the next big thing when they were discovered.
"Well that's great. He can share a room with Gerard," my father said as he held Linda's hand, using his other to fork a piece of broccoli.
I looked up from my plate. "M-My room?" I looked at my father wide eyed. He had just said my haven was going to be disturbed by some stubborn stuck-up rocker.
"Yes. Mikey is still in school and needs his sleep. You are eighteen years old Gerard, I'm sure you and Frank would have more in common. Frank's eighteen and Mikey's only fifteen. So Frank will share a room with you." I watched him bring his glass to his lips.
"But I-," my father glared at me as Linda fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. "Okay, I'll clean out a spot for the cot." I stared at my food as I imagined my space being invaded, my room. "When will he be here Linda?"
I knew she wanted me to call her 'mom' but I wasn't going to. Just because my mother had died and she was now legally my dad's wife, didn't' mean a damn thing to me. Sure, I liked Linda, but she wasn't my mom, and she had never earned the title in my eyes. My mother always bandaged my knees when they were scraped, made me soup when I was sick, and kissed the top of my head when I cried, not Linda.
"He's coming in the morning," she said as she moved around her food, taking a bite.
I finished my dinner and went down into my room. I dropped on my bed and looked around. Imagining my space with someone else in it. I sighed as I got up and cleared off my CD stand and moved it to the other wall, making room for the cot.
I then went around my room and decided it was best to hide stuff I didn't want him to find. I grabbed my expensive comics and hid them in a drawer. I went to my nightstand and awkwardly removed my dildo and lubricant. Being gay wasn't something I hid, but my instruments for my pleasure, was. I tucked them far under my mattress. After I moved in the cot I stood back and tried to see how I had done, I didn't like it. My whole room felt off, uneven. I plopped myself on the bed and tried not to think about the change in my environment. I was going to be forced to share a room with someone I had never met. I had never shared my room, ever. I had always been alone in my own little world. To say I wasn't happy to be sharing my room was a sad understatement.
I sat up as I heard a quiet knock on my door. "Yes."
The door slowly opened and I saw Linda's brown locks before I saw her face. I forced a small smile on my face.
"Thank you for everything Gerard. I know you don't like having anyone in your room so I appreciate you letting Frank stay in here." She was gripping a damp dishtowel in her hands.
"It's no big deal Linda. I'm sure we'll get along just fine," I lied.
She played with one of my eye shadows; yes, I wore make-up at times.
"Well I'll let you get to sleep. Frank's not going to be here until later tomorrow afternoon, but your father and I are going to be leaving early. It's a long drive and we'd like to go out and have lunch together," she smiled.
I nodded. "Well I'll take care of Mikey when he gets home from school."
"Thank you Gerard. I love you, night." She pecked the top of my head.
"Love you too," I said, the words feeling weird on my tongue, though I had said them before. She walked out of the room.
I knew I wouldn't be having my own room for at least a month or two so this was my last night. I got up and locked my door, like usual. Then I lifted my mattress and grabbed up my lube and dildo. I didn't want to jack off tonight, I wanted a slow orgasm. It sometimes seemed more intense to me and I liked it.
I coated my fingers in the slippery substance and prepared my hole. I was already gently panting as I decided to flip on my belly. I pushed myself up on my knees, raising my ass high in the air. I bit my lip, my face pushed into the pillow. I slid in my toy and whimpered as I slowly turned up the vibration. It felt so good as I worked it against my prostate. My body tingling, my toes scrunching up and releasing as pleasure rippled through my body. It didn't take much for me to reach my quarter of an orgasm before the pleasure just left my body with a tired feeling. I sighed weakly as I panted until I could breath normal again. My body slightly shaking, legs feeling weak.
I had been with a few guys in my life. None of them could even begin to pleasure me like I could pleasure myself. Each man turned out to be a disappointment. Sure I threw my head back and faked my orgasm, moaning loudly, but I had never actually had one. Sure I got off when I was sucked off or jacked off, but I craved to know what an orgasm by prostate felt like. I hadn't even achieving it on my own. I had read about it online once. You're member can be completely soft, but you can have one of the most intense orgasms of your life. I had talked to a friend of mine, Alex, who told me about how he always had one with his boyfriend and hated that I couldn't possibly receive it. He told me about times he had received both orgasms, his regular, and anal. I couldn't even imagine that type of pleasure, being rock hard and about to cum while your prostates being harshly fucked. I hated to listen to his sexual escapades but wanted it all the same.
I cleaned myself and my bed up and replaced my dildo under the mattress, before I covered myself up. I was a freak of nature, a gay man who lacked a fully functional prostate, or so I assumed. I had tried many times and never could achieve an orgasm that way. Hell, my friend had tried to get me off, just to prove to me that it wasn't that hard, he couldn't do it either. He had fingered me. I had been up on my hands and knees, my breathing started to increase, I worked against his fingers and then I hit a stage of what would be the beginning play of a normal orgasm and my body stopped. It always did, it was like my body couldn't work past anything more intense. My friend had tried everything he knew to do, nothing. He had left defeated and I knew that I was forced to live without having an orgasm or sex any more intense then what he had given me.
I closed my eyes and pushed these thoughts away. I had to get some sleep. Tomorrow I would have to slightly tidy up the house and help Mikey with his school work. Tomorrow Frank would be coming and I would lose my privacy. I would be forced to share with some stuck up punk who would blare his guitar as I would be trying to write up or draw my comics. I looked over at the empty cot and my insides wished it would stay empty. With everything in me, I didn't want to see a person in that bed, ever.
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I stretched as I heard the knock on my door. "Yeah," I tiredly yelled.
"Time to wake up. Linda and me are going to head out soon. We'll be back in a couple hours, have the house cleaned up by then. We'll bring home supper so don't worry about it." I heard my dad go back up the stairs on the other side of my door.
Forcing myself up I stretched and groaned. As I made my way to the shower I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it in the hamper. I turned on the water as I removed my briefs and used the toilet to calm my flaring bladder. I showered quickly but efficiently and got out. Grabbing up my towel to quickly clean away the droplets of water on my skin. I heard the car starting out in the driveway as I grabbed briefs out of my draw and pulled them on. I dressed in nothing but my briefs and t-shirt then I grabbed up my make-up and went to my mirror. I sat at my vanity and began to do my make-up for the day. I remembered when I had gotten it, at an antique show. My father thought I was insane but I loved it. The metal build with it's wooden table and weirdly designed mirror. The bars wrapping around the glass like vines, it was beautiful. It was my pride and joy.
I put a deep red eye shadow on and began on my eyeliner, doing it perfectly. I did my make-up almost everyday. I loved doing my make-up. It made me feel like I could be something different everyday. I finished up with applying a little foundation, just some powder since I couldn't find any liquid foundation in my tone. I had always had pale skin.
I finally was happy with my lashes, they looked naturally long and matched my dyed, jet black hair. I finished dressing, loving how my tight jeans hugged my hips, and went upstairs. I knew I had to start cleaning up a little, Linda had done most of it, but there was a few things she hadn't gotten to. I decided I would start after a cup of coffee. I sat at the table and sipped at my liquid magic as I pitied myself for having to share my room. I know I seemed immature but to me, my room was my place, not for anyone else. The place I could go hide when I need to be alone, the place that I could be myself. Now it was being invaded. Like some virus making it's way into my system, attacking me. I sighed and began to clean.
When Mikey walked through the door I had done up the left over dishes and was wiping down the sideboards. "Hey Mikey. How was school?"
"It was alright," he sniffed as he sat his bag in the dinning room chair, back to me.
"Mikey? You okay?" I tried to see his face but he was turned away from me.
He turned around and revealed his bloody nose and bruised cheek.
"Mikey! What happened?" I recovered from my brief shock and walked over with a cool cloth, dabbing at his nose.
"Some guy punched me." He was tilting his head back so I could clean his nose properly.
"Why?" I couldn't imagine why anyone would punch Mikey. Sure many people thought he would be a geek at first glance, but everyone liked Mikey. He was smart, funny, a bit shy, but a great kid.
"I don't know," Mikey looked down, like he always did when he lied. I put my hands on my hips, letting him know I wasn't buying his act. He sighed. "He punched me because I got in a fight over you." He walked to the fridge and grabbed a soda.
"About me?" I wasn't quite sure why anyone would have brought me up.
"He was just calling you shit because he's dumb." Mikey sat at the table, holding the cool cloth to his face.
"Since I'm gay," I muttered quietly.
"He was just an asshole anyway. It's no big deal." Mikey opened his bag and began to pull out his homework.
"Well I'm sorry…all the same." I went back to finishing up the counters.
"No problem," Mikey said as he looked through his geography book.
I watched Mikey hold the cloth to his nose and felt guilty. This wasn't the first time Mikey had come home harmed because of my orientation. I turned and leaned against the counter, facing the stove. I looked over my outfit, my tight jeans and tight shirt. People always said I screamed fag, even my friends. It's not that I acted like a woman entirely, I don't make my voice all false and high, I'm just more feminine then most.
"Would you like something to eat?" I offered as I placed the towel neatly on the towel rack.
"Just a sandwich or something," Mikey muttered to me as he squinted at his book, trying to figure out a question.
I made up his sandwich just the way he liked it and grabbed some potatoes chips, placing them in a messy pile beside his sandwich. I set it beside him, along with another soda, gently placing an affectionate kiss on the top of his head. I messed up his hair gently before grabbing up his previously full can and tossed it into the trash.
For an hour or so we spent time doing up his homework. He didn't have to much of a problem with it, just some of the reading, since he has dyslexia. The teachers at his school were patient and understanding, which I liked about Mikey's school. They didn't make him get up in front of the class and read aloud, or scold him for his spelling sometimes being jumbled. Mikey was a very smart kid. I looked at my little brother as he read quietly to himself, almost perfectly. To me he was perfect. His light brown hair and silly glasses. He meant more to me then anything else in the whole world. As I watched my brother the phone rang and I came out of my daze.
I hopped up and made my way to the phone. "Way residence."
"Hey Gerard. We're at the airport now. We're waiting for Frank to come out and then we'll be heading home. See you in an hour or so." I listened to the noise in the background as my father spoke.
"Okay Dad." I spoke as I heard Linda say, 'Frank! Hi baby!'
"I've got to go son." My dad hung up the phone and I just frowned. In a couple of hours, my room would be taken away from me. I sighed as I placed the phone back on the base.
"They on their way?" Mikey asked as he looked up. I nodded back to him. "Gerard I need help with this word. Ar-Archi…Arc?"
I walked over as he still tried to sound it out and saw the word. "Archipelago," I read. "That's a hard word, I could never sound it out properly." I smiled to him, knowing how hard he was on himself for his disorder. I helped him sound it out better.
"Thanks Gee," he smiled at me and gave me a quick hug, wrapping his thin arms around my middle and resting his head on my lower chest.
I smiled and gently pet his hair, wrapping my other arm around his shoulders. "No problem Mikey." He pulled away and finished up his homework not five minutes later. "If you want you could run upstairs and take a quick shower. I'll put some stain remover on your shirt and put it in the wash before they get home."
"Yeah. Sounds good." He peeled his shirt off and put it on the counter. I smiled at his messy hair and crooked glasses. He went down the hall and upstairs to get cleaned up, leaving me in the silence of our downstairs, nothing but the water quietly running upstairs to disturb the silence.
I busied myself with putting stain remover on Mikey's shirt before tossing in a load and turning on the washer. I went over to the cupboard and removed four plates…staring at the fifth one that sat in the cupboard on top of the stack. I didn't want to pick up the fifth plate, because that made everything real, but I did. The table was soon set and I placed another chair from the back hall where Frank would be sitting. I backed up and looked over the table, everything was ready.
I walked down to my room, trying to enjoy what little time was left of my privacy. I put on a random CD, just pressing the 'Play' button, then laid down on my bed. I stared at my ceiling as I let out a quiet sigh. I closed my eyes and tried to think about other things I had to do, I liked my routine. Tomorrow I had to go to the mall and get my nails done. It was something I was forced to do a while back with one of my girl friends, I ended up liking it and I go for the designs. I had to go shopping and pick out a new outfit for Mikey's school performance. He was in a play, I was very excited for that, and I wanted to look my best. After that I had to go to one of the shops in the mall and get my shampoo and conditioner, I was running low. That store was the only that carried the stuff I liked, it was good at moisturizing my hair and I loved the smell. I had to take my car down to my dads shop for snow tires, it was getting cold outside and the roads were getting icy.
I planned out my day in my head and organized everything in my mind. The moment I opened my eyes I heard people moving around upstairs. I sat up, quietly sighing as I looked around my room. Silently saying goodbye to the privacy and the moments I would like to have alone. As I got off the bed I turned for a quick moment to check my make-up, just to make sure it wasn't smeared or faded. The eye shadow had faded a little and my eyeliner was smudged slightly. I quickly fixed it, I was always persistent about my make-up. Once it was fixed I went to my door, looking at my empty room one last time before going upstairs to meet the person who was taking it away.