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Dead Like Me	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 4827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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okay, ha ha, funny story...so i post on another website, and i've have this chapter up there since dec.01.....i'm so sorry guys, i thought i'd posted it here! but never fear, it is here now! and it's what you've all been waiting for!!!!! so on with the story!
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Disclaimer: okay, we all know by now that this never happened, no matter how hot it would be...
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I don't really want to talk about it. I don't even want to think about it. But the things that you try to avoid usually won't go away, and tend to show up at innopportune times. Really innopportune times. Like every time Mikey tries to urge things a little further. I won't do it. Not because I don't want to do it, but because I don't want to do it with him.
Is that wrong? I love my boyfriend, with all my heart. Well, most of my heart. Alright, maybe it's split fifty/fifty. But I do love him, a lot. But I everytime he kisses me, I can't get Gerard's face out of my head. It should be the other way around.
I knew he was shocked that I'd kissed him. And I had tried so hard to convince myself that I was not visiting him for the reason he knew I was. I tried so hard to pretend that when he was alone it didn't make me happier, and that I tried to rub in his face that I was with Mikey. I mean, I don't even know if you can make someone jealous if they don't want you. I thought he didn't want me.
Mikey wasn't home that night.
When I kissed him, his shock was quickly replaced by lust, his tongue finding its way inside my mouth, caressing mine with slow, mechanical precision, like he had done this a million times. In all acutality, I'm sure he probably had. He had no shortage of practice buddies anyway.
His arms moved up my sides, and I shivered at the contact, and the warm tingly sensation that his fingers created on my skin. Little invisible trails connecting the places where his fingers landed, ribs, sternum, shoulders, throat. In the back of my mind, I was screaming in disbelief. Half was disbelief that I was doing this with Gerard, that he was actually touching me, and kissing me, the way I'd always fantasized about him doing. The other half was disbelief that I was doing this without Mikey, that I was doing this behind Mikey's back.
One of his hands wriggled its way into my hair, while the other circled around my waist, pulling me forcefully against him. I could feel the effect he was having on me, and I wasn't sure if I wanted him to feel it yet. But I couldn't help the moan that escaped as his tongue delved further into my mouth, coaxing my own tongue to respond in kind. I was getting lost in this, quickly drowning in the sea that he was creating with his hands and mouth on my body.
I pushed back with as much force as I could muster, tearing his mouth away from mine. He was gaining control, and I didn't like it. For once, I wanted to be in control. I think that's when I forgot about Mikey.
I pushed him so he was sitting on the bed, my knees between his legs. I leaned over, my lips grazing the sensitive skin where his neck and shoulders met. His head rolled back, allowing me better access, and I gently bit down, elliciting a low rumble from the back of his throat. That obviously meant that I was doing a good job.
He pulled me down onto his lap, and I was surprised to feel that he was getting hard as well. I'd always imagined Gerard to be some super-human, incapable of feeling, well, anything, including a hard-on. I was wrong. It was pressing into mine.
His arms wrapped around me again, and I used my leveraged to push him down flat onto the bed. He didn't go completely willingly, and I don't know if he really liked the idea of being the submissive one, but I didn't fucking care. My mouth feverishly met his again, and this time I bit down hard on his lower lip. His exclamation got lost in my mouth, as I started sucking on the flesh I had just bitten. His yelp turned into a moan, and I ground my hips down into his, like Mikey had done to me a thousand times, knowing the tortue that it could inflict, wanting Gerard to feel as desperate as he had made me feel. He moaned louder in response, pushing his hips up against mine, grinding his growing erection against my already painful one.
That's when I lost control of the situation.
"Frankie, you're too cute, taking control like such a man," he cooed into my ear, placing feathery kisses all along my earlobe. I giggled girlishly, a stupid thing to do when I was trying to "impress" him with my mastery of the situation, and his kisses moved down my neck, biting softly. I moaned and felt my body go a little slack above him.
That's when I realized that I was no longer above him, but underneath him. I'm still not sure how that worked.
"It's my turn now."
He made a trail of kisses going down my neck, down the fabric of my t-shirt, and down to the waist of my pants. I sucked in a breath as his hand ran over me, so lightly it could have been accidental. But it wasn't, not with him. He pushed my shirt up to expose my heaving chest, kissing his way back up from my waist, across my ribs, to my hardened nipples. He took one in his mouth, and I exhaled sharply, the sensation hitting me right in the gut. He must have enjoyed watching me writhe and twitch beneath him, because he treated the other in the same fashion.
His mouth met mine again, and I lost myself in his kiss. I almost didn't notice the hand trailing down to my waistband, unzipping and pushing down my pants. And then his hand found his way into my boxers.
It felt like the most best and right thing I had ever felt. The way his hand was curled around my hard-on, slowly pumping it, running his thumb over the slit, coating the head with the fluid already leaking out. I couldn't control the way my body reacted to him in any way. Not that you could have convinced me to. It felt way too good to stop it.
"Frankie, doll, I think it's time we kick things up a notch..."
Until then.
I sat bolt upright, not entirely sure what was going on, or why I had allowed this to continue as far as it had. I knew that I was in the process of cheating on Mikey. I loved Mikey. How could I be doing this?
Oh, but I knew how. And It sounds evil. It sounds wrong. It sounds like the most selfish, horrible, wicked thing in the world, but I never wanted Mikey as much as I wanted Gerard. Never. As much as I had tried to convince myself that Mikey was my first choice, I couldn't ever knock Gerard out of first place. Not that I didn't want Mikey at all. Far from it. But he was no match for the raw, exhilirating passion that I was feeling at that moment. With Mikey everything was usually slow, gentle, loving. Sure, there were a few times when "naughty Mikey" would come out to play. But he was usually very caring, caressing, and he always stopped when I said that it was far enough.
Gerard didn't do any of those things. And I knew he wasn't going to stop, even if I said so.
And I did say so. But somehow my feeble reply of "But I don't think we should," and "Mikey...." got lost in the fray of clothing being torn from skin, and blankets being strewn across the bed again.
Before I knew it, all I could feel was his hot, naked body pressed against mine. I could feel every single inch of him, and it was bliss. We were connected from mouth to toes. The only thing left was...
He pushed himself up from me, and scrutinized me with those killer green eyes of his.
"Frankie, do you want this?"
Fuck, yes. Yes I fucking do.
"I-I don't know..." I stammered, suddenly put on the spot, unsure what to answer.
His eyes narrowed, and he exhaled an annoyed breath.
"I didn't ask you if you know, I don't care what you know. I asked you if you want this."
He purposefully ground his hips down against mine again, like I had done to him mere minutes before. Fuck, it was hard to say no when he was pressed against me like that. And really, did I have any reason not to?
For the last seven fucking years, all I have wanted was this exact moment. I have lusted after this man for this whole time, and now that he is actually offering me what I've been wanting for so long, I'm supposed to say no?
How the fuck does that work? Can you tell my how I'm supposed to say no to this when his sweaty body is rubbing up and down mine, creating the sort of friction that could start a fire-- that already has started one in me.
My brain was in flames. I couldn't think to save my life, which meant that I couldn't think of one reason to say no. Not one. That included Mikey.
"Okay."
"Okay? Don't fucking 'okay' me! It's either yes or fucking no, Frankie! What's it going to be?"
"Yes."
He jumped up off the bed and grabbed something out of the top drawer in his dresser. So he keeps things in his underwear drawer too.
"Okay," He moved back over to the bed, and climbed over to me, sitting back on his heels as he rubbed something on his length. He pushed my legs up, placing them on his shoulders, and started rubbing a cool substance against my hole.
I felt his finger probing at my opening, and my eyes widened slightly as he pushed it in. That wasn't so bad....
The second finger followed the first, and it wasn't the most comfortable feeling in the world. But after a few minutes of massaging, I got used to the sensation. I was ready for the next level.
At least I thought I was.
He looked my square in the eye as he roughly pushed himself into me. I didn't exactly scream, but I definitely whimpered as he waited until I adjusted around him. I couldn't help the tears in the corners of my eyes, sort of like when you get hit in the nose, and I squeezed them shut so he didn't think I was crying.
After a minute or so, he started thrusting in and out. It felt...awkward to put it best. I thought that my insides were ripping open until he hit the spot.
"HOLY FUCK, Gerard!"
Stars shot in front of my eyes as he hit it again, pulling the breath from my lungs, causing me to inhale loudly. He angled himself against me so that he hit it again, and again. Each time he did, I whimpered, biting down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming in exstacy. He leaned over, his mouth possessing mine, and he took every whimper into his mouth, breathing my air, and giving it back to me. It was the most intense experience I had ever had in my life, the feeling of him inside me and above me, and how my own painful erection was dripping with need.
He reached down between us, still kissing me ferociously, and attended to me, pumping me with his thrusts. It didn't take very long. I was relatively new to the whole sex thing...so I didn't really have a lot of stamina.
I felt him come too, stinging my insides, and he pulled out, rolling over onto his back, breathing heavily.
I turned my head to the side as I slowed my breathing, watching his chest rise and fall with each laboured breath he drew.
I just got fucked by Gerard Way, the last seven years of unrequited desire being fullfilled in mere moments. But what about Mikey?
I'd spent the last several minutes pretending I didn't have to worry about that, but now that everything was done, he popped to the front of my mind.
I didn't really do anything wrong. I love Mikey. I don't love Gerard anymore. It was just sex. Except I'd never had sex with Mikey.
Well, he'd have to understand. He'd just have to.
I don't think that I've ever felt as dirty as I did right then.
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