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- Title: Untitled [Standalone[?]]
- Author: that'd be me, time_warp__x
- Pairing: abit of Bert/Bille Joe; mentioned previous Gerard/Bert; and Gerard/Frankie
- Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 for smut.
- Summary: Ahh man... I suck at summarizing.. Uhh... this sounds cheesy... Bert/gerard have a hot, sloppy, drunken baby making session, and....Bille Joe gets Bert... Gerard has feelings for bert... blah blah blah... I dunno... *shrug* oh oh oh! Then Frankie and Gerard have hot sex! Always good. (())=note from me. Regular () is just other comments from Gerard.
- POV: Gerard
- Authors Note: Erm... I dunno. First fanfic. Nervous.
- Dedications: Anyone that'll read it?
- Disclaimer: If I honestly owned them, why would I be on the computer?!
[Con-crit and shiz welcome, by all means, correct me.]
I groaned lightly as the obnoxious alarm beside my bed went off, and on cue, an already bright eyed and awake Bert threw open the curtains. The sunlight was met with a resounding hiss from me, and clawing at the air, squeezing my eyes shut so all I could see was red, and I managed to knocking the alarm clock off the nightstand. Bert giggled his intoxicating giggle, and shut the curtains to a crack, and pounced on me.
"Geeeeeeeeeeee...." Bert whined lightly. I had stiffened when he hit the bed. Flashes of the drunken, sloppy fuck from months earlier. Meant to be no strings attatched, nothing.
Leave it to me to develope feelings.
"What, Bert?" I closed my eyes, listening to what he wanted. I caught 'hang out with me and Bille Joe', 'can't promise not', 'tie you up, gag you and keep in closet', and after that I just blocked the rest out.
"And-"
"I GOT IT BERT! Yes, I'll hang out with you guys today." He squealed, making my eardrums go: GOOD GOD THE PAIN. I watched as he ran out of the room, saying something about getting ready, and hurrying the fuck up. I rubbed my hands over my face, noticing the stubble on my face, and sighing at the extra work. Ain't I a lazy person?
About 20 minutes later, I had made it through my shower, and, begrudgingly (now I know THAT'S a spelling error...), shaved my face, I was beginning to straighten my newly short hair, giving it the side-swept 'emo' look, and carefully applying eyeliner to my eyes, making sure it was smooth, and fussing over my attire, until I came up with a tight-fitting random band t-shirt, that hugged my body, and a pair of remotely tight jeans, with black and red chucks. Why do I care if I look good? I want to make Bert fall for me just as hard as I'd fallen for him, and leave Billie Joe.
Now, I like Billie Joe, but I want Bert for myself. Plus, Bert lives with me, we're roomies. A relationship would work out perfectly. When I walked into the living room of our apartment, Bert, MY Bert, was being straddled, felt up, and frenched by Bille Joe, on MY couch. Now, if it was out of my sight, on anything that I haven't slept on recently, I would be so bothered, I suppose. But it was my couch! I stormed over, and grabbed Billie Joe by the collar, and pulled him off of Bert's lap, letting him land on his ass on the ground. I smilied cheekily.
"Shall we go 'hang out'?" Bert blinked, and nodded, and Bille Joe growled at me from the floor.
We ended up going to some club, where the music was pretty good, and the dancing was great. I didn't participate in it, though. Nope, I watched as Billie Joe and Bert practically made babies on the dance floor. Bert glanced over at me occasionally, but Billie Joe made it abundantly clear to EVERYONE in the club, that Bert was HIS. My gaze wandered to a smaller boy, looked about a couple years younger than me and Bert's age of 23, and about 4 years younger than Bille Joe's 25 years of age. I nearly choked on my drink. This boy was short-ish, with a shiny (shiny's always good) silver lipring on his supple lowerlip, his skin looked flawless, slightly tanned. I absolutly wanted to touch his hair. It was shaved on one side, and dyed pink, and long-ish on the other side, and black ((think Helena video)). His eyes wandered over to me, and instead of making that an almost choke, I did choke. He smirked, and stood up, walking over to me. He stood at a towering 5'4 ((lmao... towering...))(I wasn't much better, I figure, 2 inches taller. Tops.). He sat down next to me and openly eyed me up and down, making me blush. I almost gawked at his voice after he leaned over, and said: 'Hi, I'm Frankie'.
"H-Hi.... I'm Gerard..." I looked at him more closely. His outfit left nothing to the imagination. A tight, form fitting band t-shirt, almost equally tight jeans, and a pair of converses.
I pushed Frankie up against the tiled wall, grabbing his hands and pinning them against the wall, shivering slightly at the cold metal of his lipring. I pushed my tongue against his lips greedily, and he accepted it in equal greed, and I ground myself against him, receiving a soft moan from him. He pushed me, so I was the one against the wall. My breath caught in my throat as his lips trailed down my neck to my collar bone. He got to his knees, and rubbed me through my jeans, which made me groan loudly. I'm such a whore. My head fell back agains the tile as Frank un-buttoned and un-zipped my pants, pulling them down to my knees, and he ran his tongue along the end before taking the head into his mouth, teasing me. My knees almost buckled, and he took more in, sucking semi-strongly. I moaned, pushing my hips forward, and squeezed my eyes shut, only to have them fly back open, as I heard the hinges to the bathroom squeak, and a familiar: 'GERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR-' but it was cut off by a slight choking noise, and I looked at Bert, standing there in the doorway.
Shit.
Frankie took me out of his mouth, and looked at Bert. Bert was standing there, hand over his mouth, and Billie Joe said from behind him 'Bert, is he in ther-', but he poked his head in, seeing, and hastily pulled Bert out of the bathroom, letting the door shut behind him. I sighed, letting my head hit the tile pretty hard. Frankie looked at me, probably confused, and ran his hands up my inner thighs, causing me to shiver lightly and look down at him.
"You want to stop, then?" I looked into his stunning eyes, and shook my head.
"Tch, no. By all means, keep going." He smirked up at me, and took me into his mouth again, causing me to whimper like a (the) whore (I am). My eyes had fallen shut, and I opened them, looking down at Frank. That had to be THE hottest picture... Ever. His mouth was wrapped around my erection, moving up and down, and he was rubbing himself through his jeans, and he moaned, causing vibrations. I moaned, and thrust my hips forward, only to have his free hand placed on my lower stomach to push my hips back against the wall.
"Shit Frankie, I'm gonna-" I didn't even have time to finish my sentence. I came into his mouth, hard, and he took it in stride, swallowing all of it and sucking me until I was finished. Abit escaped the corner of his mouth, and he pulled away, licking it away. I sighed contentedly, and slid down the wall so I was down by him. I stood back up, helping him up, and pressed my mouth against his, running my tounge along his abit, still tasting cum, and I pushed him back against the wall, rubbing him through his jeans, before undoing the button and zipper, and pulling his erection out of his boxers. I brought my hand up, and broke the kiss, and Frankie spit into my hand, and I pressed my lips back against his firmly, wetting him with his own saliva, and wrapping my hand around him.
Afterwards, he drove me home, and wrote his number down on my hand, and I did the same with him. We kissed eachother slowly, lingering slightly, and pulling away. I said goodbye, and got out of the car, putting my hands into my pockets, and watching him drive away. I looked around the parking lot for Billie Joe's car, not finding it, and walked up to the apartment, going into my bedroom and collapsing on my bed, not noticing Bert, sitting in the corner of my room, waiting.
((Should I continue? Was is Crap? If I should continue, what would be the name? *shrugs* Tell me what's goin on, and yeah!))
- Author: that'd be me, time_warp__x
- Pairing: abit of Bert/Bille Joe; mentioned previous Gerard/Bert; and Gerard/Frankie
- Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 for smut.
- Summary: Ahh man... I suck at summarizing.. Uhh... this sounds cheesy... Bert/gerard have a hot, sloppy, drunken baby making session, and....Bille Joe gets Bert... Gerard has feelings for bert... blah blah blah... I dunno... *shrug* oh oh oh! Then Frankie and Gerard have hot sex! Always good. (())=note from me. Regular () is just other comments from Gerard.
- POV: Gerard
- Authors Note: Erm... I dunno. First fanfic. Nervous.
- Dedications: Anyone that'll read it?
- Disclaimer: If I honestly owned them, why would I be on the computer?!
[Con-crit and shiz welcome, by all means, correct me.]
I groaned lightly as the obnoxious alarm beside my bed went off, and on cue, an already bright eyed and awake Bert threw open the curtains. The sunlight was met with a resounding hiss from me, and clawing at the air, squeezing my eyes shut so all I could see was red, and I managed to knocking the alarm clock off the nightstand. Bert giggled his intoxicating giggle, and shut the curtains to a crack, and pounced on me.
"Geeeeeeeeeeee...." Bert whined lightly. I had stiffened when he hit the bed. Flashes of the drunken, sloppy fuck from months earlier. Meant to be no strings attatched, nothing.
Leave it to me to develope feelings.
"What, Bert?" I closed my eyes, listening to what he wanted. I caught 'hang out with me and Bille Joe', 'can't promise not', 'tie you up, gag you and keep in closet', and after that I just blocked the rest out.
"And-"
"I GOT IT BERT! Yes, I'll hang out with you guys today." He squealed, making my eardrums go: GOOD GOD THE PAIN. I watched as he ran out of the room, saying something about getting ready, and hurrying the fuck up. I rubbed my hands over my face, noticing the stubble on my face, and sighing at the extra work. Ain't I a lazy person?
About 20 minutes later, I had made it through my shower, and, begrudgingly (now I know THAT'S a spelling error...), shaved my face, I was beginning to straighten my newly short hair, giving it the side-swept 'emo' look, and carefully applying eyeliner to my eyes, making sure it was smooth, and fussing over my attire, until I came up with a tight-fitting random band t-shirt, that hugged my body, and a pair of remotely tight jeans, with black and red chucks. Why do I care if I look good? I want to make Bert fall for me just as hard as I'd fallen for him, and leave Billie Joe.
Now, I like Billie Joe, but I want Bert for myself. Plus, Bert lives with me, we're roomies. A relationship would work out perfectly. When I walked into the living room of our apartment, Bert, MY Bert, was being straddled, felt up, and frenched by Bille Joe, on MY couch. Now, if it was out of my sight, on anything that I haven't slept on recently, I would be so bothered, I suppose. But it was my couch! I stormed over, and grabbed Billie Joe by the collar, and pulled him off of Bert's lap, letting him land on his ass on the ground. I smilied cheekily.
"Shall we go 'hang out'?" Bert blinked, and nodded, and Bille Joe growled at me from the floor.
We ended up going to some club, where the music was pretty good, and the dancing was great. I didn't participate in it, though. Nope, I watched as Billie Joe and Bert practically made babies on the dance floor. Bert glanced over at me occasionally, but Billie Joe made it abundantly clear to EVERYONE in the club, that Bert was HIS. My gaze wandered to a smaller boy, looked about a couple years younger than me and Bert's age of 23, and about 4 years younger than Bille Joe's 25 years of age. I nearly choked on my drink. This boy was short-ish, with a shiny (shiny's always good) silver lipring on his supple lowerlip, his skin looked flawless, slightly tanned. I absolutly wanted to touch his hair. It was shaved on one side, and dyed pink, and long-ish on the other side, and black ((think Helena video)). His eyes wandered over to me, and instead of making that an almost choke, I did choke. He smirked, and stood up, walking over to me. He stood at a towering 5'4 ((lmao... towering...))(I wasn't much better, I figure, 2 inches taller. Tops.). He sat down next to me and openly eyed me up and down, making me blush. I almost gawked at his voice after he leaned over, and said: 'Hi, I'm Frankie'.
"H-Hi.... I'm Gerard..." I looked at him more closely. His outfit left nothing to the imagination. A tight, form fitting band t-shirt, almost equally tight jeans, and a pair of converses.
I pushed Frankie up against the tiled wall, grabbing his hands and pinning them against the wall, shivering slightly at the cold metal of his lipring. I pushed my tongue against his lips greedily, and he accepted it in equal greed, and I ground myself against him, receiving a soft moan from him. He pushed me, so I was the one against the wall. My breath caught in my throat as his lips trailed down my neck to my collar bone. He got to his knees, and rubbed me through my jeans, which made me groan loudly. I'm such a whore. My head fell back agains the tile as Frank un-buttoned and un-zipped my pants, pulling them down to my knees, and he ran his tongue along the end before taking the head into his mouth, teasing me. My knees almost buckled, and he took more in, sucking semi-strongly. I moaned, pushing my hips forward, and squeezed my eyes shut, only to have them fly back open, as I heard the hinges to the bathroom squeak, and a familiar: 'GERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR-' but it was cut off by a slight choking noise, and I looked at Bert, standing there in the doorway.
Shit.
Frankie took me out of his mouth, and looked at Bert. Bert was standing there, hand over his mouth, and Billie Joe said from behind him 'Bert, is he in ther-', but he poked his head in, seeing, and hastily pulled Bert out of the bathroom, letting the door shut behind him. I sighed, letting my head hit the tile pretty hard. Frankie looked at me, probably confused, and ran his hands up my inner thighs, causing me to shiver lightly and look down at him.
"You want to stop, then?" I looked into his stunning eyes, and shook my head.
"Tch, no. By all means, keep going." He smirked up at me, and took me into his mouth again, causing me to whimper like a (the) whore (I am). My eyes had fallen shut, and I opened them, looking down at Frank. That had to be THE hottest picture... Ever. His mouth was wrapped around my erection, moving up and down, and he was rubbing himself through his jeans, and he moaned, causing vibrations. I moaned, and thrust my hips forward, only to have his free hand placed on my lower stomach to push my hips back against the wall.
"Shit Frankie, I'm gonna-" I didn't even have time to finish my sentence. I came into his mouth, hard, and he took it in stride, swallowing all of it and sucking me until I was finished. Abit escaped the corner of his mouth, and he pulled away, licking it away. I sighed contentedly, and slid down the wall so I was down by him. I stood back up, helping him up, and pressed my mouth against his, running my tounge along his abit, still tasting cum, and I pushed him back against the wall, rubbing him through his jeans, before undoing the button and zipper, and pulling his erection out of his boxers. I brought my hand up, and broke the kiss, and Frankie spit into my hand, and I pressed my lips back against his firmly, wetting him with his own saliva, and wrapping my hand around him.
Afterwards, he drove me home, and wrote his number down on my hand, and I did the same with him. We kissed eachother slowly, lingering slightly, and pulling away. I said goodbye, and got out of the car, putting my hands into my pockets, and watching him drive away. I looked around the parking lot for Billie Joe's car, not finding it, and walked up to the apartment, going into my bedroom and collapsing on my bed, not noticing Bert, sitting in the corner of my room, waiting.
((Should I continue? Was is Crap? If I should continue, what would be the name? *shrugs* Tell me what's goin on, and yeah!))