It was so damn frustrating to write this!
Title: Married With Teenagers Ch.5
Author: opoloko_gerardx
Pairing: Bert/Gerard
Rating: R, I think
POV: third person, switches between focusing on Bert and Gerard
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. Please do not sue.
Summary: Gerard is a quiet artist who lives with his divorced mom. Bert is a loud kid who doesn't know who he is and lives with his lonely dad. When their parents get married they are forced to live together. But along with their hatred they may find some other emotions....
Prompt: Confused
Author's Note: I really hope I did this justice....
Previous chapters under the cut.
Chapter One: You Got Married?!
Chpter Two: School?
Chapter Three: Why Are You Doing This?
Chapter Four: Not Friends, I Know
Bert
Bert opened his eyes. It took him a minute to figure out what he was looking at. There was barely any light in the living room, only what was given off from the word “PLAY” in white letters on the TV screen. His head was resting on the arm of the couch and he quickly closed his mouth at the realization that he’d been drooling a little. He vaguely remembered watching Dracula with Gerard. He must have fallen asleep.
Glancing at the small digital clock under the TV, he saw that it was about two o’clock in the morning. Donna and his dad had probably gotten home already and just decided to leave the two boys there instead of waking them up. Bert figured it was probably his dad’s idea; he knew that Bert got mad when woken up from a peaceful sleep.
Bert noticed that he was completely stretched out over the couch. He had assumed that Gerard would have gone to the other end before falling asleep so he would be more comfortable. But, sure enough, when he looked down, there was Gerard. At least they had a thick carpet so he wouldn’t be in pain or anything when he woke up.
Bert couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. He really had been putting Gerard through hell. Adjusting to life in a new state would be hard enough without all the added trouble that Bert had caused for him. In the month that he’d known him, Bert had done nothing but try to annoy Gerard and make sure that he didn’t get any friends. He’d gone beyond just telling people about him. He’d threatened a few students who were planning on talking to him because they didn’t mind that he was gay. There weren’t many of them, of course, but there were a few and Bert didn’t want to risk them speaking to his new stepbrother.
He wasn’t sure why he wanted Gerard’s life in Utah to miserable. Was it really because he didn’t want to share anything? He hadn’t exactly gone without since Gerard had been there. He was a pretty introverted kid, usually just sitting in his room drawing. The only thing he’d lost were his Saturdays and really, if he’d been nicer to Gerard he wouldn’t even have lost those.
But whatever his reasons were, he hated him and that was that. It would always be that way, he couldn’t change it. And besides, Gerard hated him too. They couldn’t stand to be around each other and in a year they’d never have to see each other again. But the happiness that Bert had expected to feel with that thought didn’t come. The idea of never being around Gerard didn’t really bring up any particular emotion. It was more of a mix of different feelings that he couldn’t even begin to recognize.
Bert smiled when he remembered the first day he’d met Gerard. At first he had thought of him as a kid, something he still sometimes did when he was being quiet and looking at the ground. He’d been so happy when he went into the kitchen. Bert had seen it in his eyes. His excitement over the counter and barstools had surprised him. Why would anyone get so excited about something so simple? It didn’t matter though because Bert had come in and killed it. He remembered the feeling of satisfaction he’d gotten when the happiness was drained from Gerard’s eyes and he’d gone back to his room. But now when he thought of it, it only made him angry. Angry at himself, and he didn’t like that.
Bert looked down at Gerard’s sleeping form. He was lying on his back, his head turned to the side and hands clasped over his chest. Bert thought he looked like a corpse. Maybe he did that on purpose. Sometimes he acted dead; Bert wondered if maybe he was dead on the inside. But then he realized that it made more sense for Gerard to just want people to think that. He sleepily decided that he would ask his stepbrother someday.
Bert soon found himself staring. He watched Gerard’s chest move gently up and down. He took long, deep breaths. Maybe he was more relaxed than Bert had assumed he would be with all the things he’d been through lately. His hands rose and fell with his chest, remaining linked together and drawing attention to themselves. Bert noticed that he had very feminine hands. His fingers weren’t bony and long but rather fairly short and elegant-looking. He had the kind of hands that Bert usually saw on the girls he spent his time with.
Bert let his eyes follow Gerard’s arm up to his shoulder and neck. He wasn’t sure why he was so fascinated with the boy’s neck but he always found himself drawn to it. It was just like everyone else’s…wasn’t it? He didn’t know. It curved up delicately to where it met his jaw line. Bert imagined what it would be like to gently run his fingers up that neck and across to his slightly pouting lips.
There was so much about Gerard that reminded him of the old girlfriends he’d had. Not only his soft body, but also his graceful movements and subdued attitude. He just had a sort of…girlishness to him. It was just the way he was. And it was probably why he preferred guys too.
Bert sometimes caught himself watching his stepbrother. Sometimes at school, sometimes at home when they were just sitting around watching TV or eating breakfast. He wasn’t happy with himself, not liking the fact that he was always looking at his stepbrother. He assumed it was because he was so much like a girl that Bert found him interesting.
Bert hated him for that. Why did he have to be that way? He hated how much he watched him, how interested he actually was. He hated him for making him feel so confused all the time; he had no right. But most of all he hated him for liking guys. Why couldn’t he just be normal? Why couldn’t he like girls, like everyone else? It was driving Bert fucking crazy, the thought of it. The idea of Gerard with some guy made him insane. He would sometimes get an image of him with a guy from school and it would make him want to be sick.
Bert looked down at him again. His peaceful expression made him even more angry. How dare he do this to him and then be calm and happy? He suddenly found himself on the floor beside him, gently touching his fingers to Gerard’s hand. His skin was smooth, soft but firm at the same time. It was almost exactly the same as Bert had imagined it would be.
He began to run his fingers slowly over Gerard’s hand to his wrist, pushing up the sleeve of his shirt as he continued to move up his arm. On a sudden impulse, he gripped Gerard’s forearm and squeezed tightly, determined to leave a nice purple bruise on his flawless skin.
Gerard made a soft sound from his throat and stirred slightly because of the discomfort. Bert squeezed harder, not letting go until he saw Gerard open his eyes. He looked around dazedly for a few seconds before noticing Bert. He immediately sat up and moved about a foot away.
Bert watched him chew on his bottom lip uncomfortably. He saw that Gerard’s eyes never left his own. Eventually he let go of his lip and swallowed nervously. Bert moved closer.
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Gerard
Brow furrowed, Gerard watched Bert. He couldn’t figure out the look in his eyes. His stare was intense and it scared Gerard. As he looked at him he came to realize that Bert seemed angry. His features held an accusing look as if he was blaming Gerard for something. For a moment he wondered what he’d done to make Bert this mad at him. But then he noticed that he was also sad. His angry eyes were watering. The sight of him like this, so confused and angry, almost made Gerard want to comfort him.
There was something else in his eyes too. Gerard couldn’t tell what it was. He was pretty sure that he’d seen it before but not often enough to really remember it. Whatever it was, it made him scared. He wasn’t used to not knowing how people felt. If there was some emotion going through Bert that he didn’t recognize, Gerard would have no way of knowing what he would do.
Gerard was suddenly very aware of just how hard Bert was staring at him. Subconsciously, he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. He opened his mouth, about to ask why Bert had woken him up. But he didn’t get to say anything because Bert shook his head and raised his finger to his lips in a clear gesture to be silent. Gerard was too afraid to disobey him.
Bert reached out and touched Gerard’s hand. He winced at the unexpected feeling of Bert’s rough fingers. He gently pulled Gerard’s hand to him, pushing up the sleeve of his shirt. There were little red spots that were already darkening where his fingers had been gripping him.
Gerard swallowed as Bert dropped his hand and moved closer to him. His eyes fluttered closed, Bert’s hand gently caressing his cheek. Opening his eyes, he found himself looking into Bert’s bright blue ones. Their faces were only an inch apart. So close that Gerard could feel Bert’s nervous breath on his lips.
Bert pushed his hand back into Gerard’s hair, sitting still for a moment before gripping hard and tugging slightly. It hurt so in retaliation Gerard fisted Bert’s shirt, pushing him away roughly. But Bert held on and shoved back. In that instant, when Gerard saw the hard look in Bert’s eyes, he knew what it was that he wanted. And he seemed determined to get it.
Hand on the back of his neck, Bert pulled Gerard towards him. Gerard looked down at Bert’s lips and saw that they were less than an inch from his own. Bert leaned in, bringing them even closer, as close as he could get without actually touching their lips together.
Gerard felt Bert’s hand at his shoulder, gripping his shirt tightly before using it to turn him around and push him down on his hands and knees. Gerard gasped softly at the rough feeling of the carpet beneath his palms. Bert reached to his front from his position behind him, fumbling in his haste to unzip Gerard’s jeans. Once he was able to, he quickly pulled them down around his knees and began to work on his own.
Gerard could hear his own breathing, hard from anticipation and nervousness. His heartbeat was loud in his ears and he could feel it in every part of his body. He listened to the soft pop of the button in Bert’s pants and the smooth sound of the zipper. Bert was breathing heavily too.
It took Bert a minute to figure it out. It made the suspense worse for Gerard. He felt like screaming but he knew he needed to give Bert some time; he’d never done this before.
And then everything was okay because Bert was pushing into him slowly. Gerard dropped down onto his elbows, finding it too difficult to hold himself up. Bert pushed in a little farther, grunting as he went. He wrapped one arm around Gerard in an attempt to steady himself, holding him tightly. Gritting his teeth, Gerard put his own arm over Bert’s, gripping his hand and pushing it against himself as a distraction from the pain.
Everything was intensified in that moment. The rough feeling of Bert moving in and out of him sent waves of shock through his body. The sweat building at his hairline seemed to burn and a warm ache began to build up inside of him. He listened intently to the quiet sounds Bert was making. He strained to keep his own voice quiet, not wanting his mom or Rick to hear them.
Gerard wasn’t sure how long it lasted. It could have been minutes; it could have been hours. It didn’t hurt as much as he’d thought it would and he actually found that he liked it. Becoming rather fond of the little world they seemed to have been creating, he realized that he didn’t want this to end.
A sound part way between a whimper and a moan escaped his throat when Bert changed his position, brushing against a spot inside him that he wanted him to touch again. His mouth dropped open and his breathing immediately became heavier. He pushed back against Bert, who got the idea and did it again. He moaned quietly, feeling the ache in his lower body reach its peak. He came, gritting his teeth and clutching Bert’s hand with as much strength as he could.
Gerard let go of Bert, using both hands to hold himself up, and tried to catch his breath. Thrusting into him a few more times, Bert grasped his hips to stabilize himself as he came inside him, moaning quietly.
Bert grunted as he pulled out of Gerard and fixed his pants. He watched as Gerard put his jeans back on and flopped down on his stomach. Gerard knew there would be trouble the next day. But for now he just wanted to sleep. He smiled when he saw Bert lay down beside him, looking at him sweetly before closing his eyes for the night.
Author: opoloko_gerardx
Pairing: Bert/Gerard
Rating: R, I think
POV: third person, switches between focusing on Bert and Gerard
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. Please do not sue.
Summary: Gerard is a quiet artist who lives with his divorced mom. Bert is a loud kid who doesn't know who he is and lives with his lonely dad. When their parents get married they are forced to live together. But along with their hatred they may find some other emotions....
Prompt: Confused
Author's Note: I really hope I did this justice....
Previous chapters under the cut.
Chapter One: You Got Married?!
Chpter Two: School?
Chapter Three: Why Are You Doing This?
Chapter Four: Not Friends, I Know
Bert
Bert opened his eyes. It took him a minute to figure out what he was looking at. There was barely any light in the living room, only what was given off from the word “PLAY” in white letters on the TV screen. His head was resting on the arm of the couch and he quickly closed his mouth at the realization that he’d been drooling a little. He vaguely remembered watching Dracula with Gerard. He must have fallen asleep.
Glancing at the small digital clock under the TV, he saw that it was about two o’clock in the morning. Donna and his dad had probably gotten home already and just decided to leave the two boys there instead of waking them up. Bert figured it was probably his dad’s idea; he knew that Bert got mad when woken up from a peaceful sleep.
Bert noticed that he was completely stretched out over the couch. He had assumed that Gerard would have gone to the other end before falling asleep so he would be more comfortable. But, sure enough, when he looked down, there was Gerard. At least they had a thick carpet so he wouldn’t be in pain or anything when he woke up.
Bert couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. He really had been putting Gerard through hell. Adjusting to life in a new state would be hard enough without all the added trouble that Bert had caused for him. In the month that he’d known him, Bert had done nothing but try to annoy Gerard and make sure that he didn’t get any friends. He’d gone beyond just telling people about him. He’d threatened a few students who were planning on talking to him because they didn’t mind that he was gay. There weren’t many of them, of course, but there were a few and Bert didn’t want to risk them speaking to his new stepbrother.
He wasn’t sure why he wanted Gerard’s life in Utah to miserable. Was it really because he didn’t want to share anything? He hadn’t exactly gone without since Gerard had been there. He was a pretty introverted kid, usually just sitting in his room drawing. The only thing he’d lost were his Saturdays and really, if he’d been nicer to Gerard he wouldn’t even have lost those.
But whatever his reasons were, he hated him and that was that. It would always be that way, he couldn’t change it. And besides, Gerard hated him too. They couldn’t stand to be around each other and in a year they’d never have to see each other again. But the happiness that Bert had expected to feel with that thought didn’t come. The idea of never being around Gerard didn’t really bring up any particular emotion. It was more of a mix of different feelings that he couldn’t even begin to recognize.
Bert smiled when he remembered the first day he’d met Gerard. At first he had thought of him as a kid, something he still sometimes did when he was being quiet and looking at the ground. He’d been so happy when he went into the kitchen. Bert had seen it in his eyes. His excitement over the counter and barstools had surprised him. Why would anyone get so excited about something so simple? It didn’t matter though because Bert had come in and killed it. He remembered the feeling of satisfaction he’d gotten when the happiness was drained from Gerard’s eyes and he’d gone back to his room. But now when he thought of it, it only made him angry. Angry at himself, and he didn’t like that.
Bert looked down at Gerard’s sleeping form. He was lying on his back, his head turned to the side and hands clasped over his chest. Bert thought he looked like a corpse. Maybe he did that on purpose. Sometimes he acted dead; Bert wondered if maybe he was dead on the inside. But then he realized that it made more sense for Gerard to just want people to think that. He sleepily decided that he would ask his stepbrother someday.
Bert soon found himself staring. He watched Gerard’s chest move gently up and down. He took long, deep breaths. Maybe he was more relaxed than Bert had assumed he would be with all the things he’d been through lately. His hands rose and fell with his chest, remaining linked together and drawing attention to themselves. Bert noticed that he had very feminine hands. His fingers weren’t bony and long but rather fairly short and elegant-looking. He had the kind of hands that Bert usually saw on the girls he spent his time with.
Bert let his eyes follow Gerard’s arm up to his shoulder and neck. He wasn’t sure why he was so fascinated with the boy’s neck but he always found himself drawn to it. It was just like everyone else’s…wasn’t it? He didn’t know. It curved up delicately to where it met his jaw line. Bert imagined what it would be like to gently run his fingers up that neck and across to his slightly pouting lips.
There was so much about Gerard that reminded him of the old girlfriends he’d had. Not only his soft body, but also his graceful movements and subdued attitude. He just had a sort of…girlishness to him. It was just the way he was. And it was probably why he preferred guys too.
Bert sometimes caught himself watching his stepbrother. Sometimes at school, sometimes at home when they were just sitting around watching TV or eating breakfast. He wasn’t happy with himself, not liking the fact that he was always looking at his stepbrother. He assumed it was because he was so much like a girl that Bert found him interesting.
Bert hated him for that. Why did he have to be that way? He hated how much he watched him, how interested he actually was. He hated him for making him feel so confused all the time; he had no right. But most of all he hated him for liking guys. Why couldn’t he just be normal? Why couldn’t he like girls, like everyone else? It was driving Bert fucking crazy, the thought of it. The idea of Gerard with some guy made him insane. He would sometimes get an image of him with a guy from school and it would make him want to be sick.
Bert looked down at him again. His peaceful expression made him even more angry. How dare he do this to him and then be calm and happy? He suddenly found himself on the floor beside him, gently touching his fingers to Gerard’s hand. His skin was smooth, soft but firm at the same time. It was almost exactly the same as Bert had imagined it would be.
He began to run his fingers slowly over Gerard’s hand to his wrist, pushing up the sleeve of his shirt as he continued to move up his arm. On a sudden impulse, he gripped Gerard’s forearm and squeezed tightly, determined to leave a nice purple bruise on his flawless skin.
Gerard made a soft sound from his throat and stirred slightly because of the discomfort. Bert squeezed harder, not letting go until he saw Gerard open his eyes. He looked around dazedly for a few seconds before noticing Bert. He immediately sat up and moved about a foot away.
Bert watched him chew on his bottom lip uncomfortably. He saw that Gerard’s eyes never left his own. Eventually he let go of his lip and swallowed nervously. Bert moved closer.
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Gerard
Brow furrowed, Gerard watched Bert. He couldn’t figure out the look in his eyes. His stare was intense and it scared Gerard. As he looked at him he came to realize that Bert seemed angry. His features held an accusing look as if he was blaming Gerard for something. For a moment he wondered what he’d done to make Bert this mad at him. But then he noticed that he was also sad. His angry eyes were watering. The sight of him like this, so confused and angry, almost made Gerard want to comfort him.
There was something else in his eyes too. Gerard couldn’t tell what it was. He was pretty sure that he’d seen it before but not often enough to really remember it. Whatever it was, it made him scared. He wasn’t used to not knowing how people felt. If there was some emotion going through Bert that he didn’t recognize, Gerard would have no way of knowing what he would do.
Gerard was suddenly very aware of just how hard Bert was staring at him. Subconsciously, he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. He opened his mouth, about to ask why Bert had woken him up. But he didn’t get to say anything because Bert shook his head and raised his finger to his lips in a clear gesture to be silent. Gerard was too afraid to disobey him.
Bert reached out and touched Gerard’s hand. He winced at the unexpected feeling of Bert’s rough fingers. He gently pulled Gerard’s hand to him, pushing up the sleeve of his shirt. There were little red spots that were already darkening where his fingers had been gripping him.
Gerard swallowed as Bert dropped his hand and moved closer to him. His eyes fluttered closed, Bert’s hand gently caressing his cheek. Opening his eyes, he found himself looking into Bert’s bright blue ones. Their faces were only an inch apart. So close that Gerard could feel Bert’s nervous breath on his lips.
Bert pushed his hand back into Gerard’s hair, sitting still for a moment before gripping hard and tugging slightly. It hurt so in retaliation Gerard fisted Bert’s shirt, pushing him away roughly. But Bert held on and shoved back. In that instant, when Gerard saw the hard look in Bert’s eyes, he knew what it was that he wanted. And he seemed determined to get it.
Hand on the back of his neck, Bert pulled Gerard towards him. Gerard looked down at Bert’s lips and saw that they were less than an inch from his own. Bert leaned in, bringing them even closer, as close as he could get without actually touching their lips together.
Gerard felt Bert’s hand at his shoulder, gripping his shirt tightly before using it to turn him around and push him down on his hands and knees. Gerard gasped softly at the rough feeling of the carpet beneath his palms. Bert reached to his front from his position behind him, fumbling in his haste to unzip Gerard’s jeans. Once he was able to, he quickly pulled them down around his knees and began to work on his own.
Gerard could hear his own breathing, hard from anticipation and nervousness. His heartbeat was loud in his ears and he could feel it in every part of his body. He listened to the soft pop of the button in Bert’s pants and the smooth sound of the zipper. Bert was breathing heavily too.
It took Bert a minute to figure it out. It made the suspense worse for Gerard. He felt like screaming but he knew he needed to give Bert some time; he’d never done this before.
And then everything was okay because Bert was pushing into him slowly. Gerard dropped down onto his elbows, finding it too difficult to hold himself up. Bert pushed in a little farther, grunting as he went. He wrapped one arm around Gerard in an attempt to steady himself, holding him tightly. Gritting his teeth, Gerard put his own arm over Bert’s, gripping his hand and pushing it against himself as a distraction from the pain.
Everything was intensified in that moment. The rough feeling of Bert moving in and out of him sent waves of shock through his body. The sweat building at his hairline seemed to burn and a warm ache began to build up inside of him. He listened intently to the quiet sounds Bert was making. He strained to keep his own voice quiet, not wanting his mom or Rick to hear them.
Gerard wasn’t sure how long it lasted. It could have been minutes; it could have been hours. It didn’t hurt as much as he’d thought it would and he actually found that he liked it. Becoming rather fond of the little world they seemed to have been creating, he realized that he didn’t want this to end.
A sound part way between a whimper and a moan escaped his throat when Bert changed his position, brushing against a spot inside him that he wanted him to touch again. His mouth dropped open and his breathing immediately became heavier. He pushed back against Bert, who got the idea and did it again. He moaned quietly, feeling the ache in his lower body reach its peak. He came, gritting his teeth and clutching Bert’s hand with as much strength as he could.
Gerard let go of Bert, using both hands to hold himself up, and tried to catch his breath. Thrusting into him a few more times, Bert grasped his hips to stabilize himself as he came inside him, moaning quietly.
Bert grunted as he pulled out of Gerard and fixed his pants. He watched as Gerard put his jeans back on and flopped down on his stomach. Gerard knew there would be trouble the next day. But for now he just wanted to sleep. He smiled when he saw Bert lay down beside him, looking at him sweetly before closing his eyes for the night.