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Haiku	By : RangerPrincess Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1053 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part I
- 2-Part II
- 1
- 2
Title: Haiku
Rating: NC17
Pairing/Band: Mikey/Frank (Secretly my favorite pairing in MCR slash. But keep that hush hush now) >:) and short appearances by Quinn from The Used.

Summary: Infatuation is a strong and unpredictable emotion. It’s the one sin that’s driven by lust and it can lead you to unexpected consequences and control and handicap the way you think and act. It’s a dominating feeling that leaves you unaware and ignorant towards the true and genuine feelings that are actually more worthy of your heart. It’s mischievous and can take hold of what’s most important to you without even giving your acknowledgement any sense of awareness. The consequential conclusion that you will probably end up with is never a good one. You will end up breaking someone’s heart and karma will catch up to you, and break yours as well. Don’t ever let infatuation grow into something more than the petty and manipulative scum it already is, because love is always just as deadly.

Notes: Much thanks to my muse who helped me overcome evil writer's block and figuring out exactly how I wanted this chapter to turn out. She's the Mikey to my Frank. I lost the original and had to start from stratch and she helped me tons. So I dedicate this chapter to her, Linda, because there would be no chapter without her. Lots of love and gratitude.

Warnings: M/M sex, underage drinking, angst/depression, and suicide. If any of those things listed offends, bothers, or makes you feel uncomfortable in any way possible then do not read anywhere beyond here, kiddos.

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It’s a week since that day in the library. Frank and I hang out a lot together, mostly after lunch. My friends are starting to make fun of me because I’m hanging out with him, but it doesn’t really matter. I’m sort of getting tired of hanging out with people who only communicate with other people that they consider having the same superiority level as them. I never really thought of myself as superior though…to tell you the truth, I don’t even know why I’m so popular in the first place. I’m lanky and I wear glasses. I’m not that good at sports and I’m practically the class dunce in all of my subjects. I just…I just never really understood. I remember coming here when I was a freshman, not knowing anyone. But everyone seemed to know me. Everyone knew who my family was…

There was my mom, who was a famous super model in her earlier years.

My dad, who owned a big software company.

And I had an older brother who was a well-known author.

The only thing they find special about me, is that I was the one who was born into a gifted family. Yet I am the only one who’s ordinary and plain. I guess my association counts more to them than what I really am. Which is sort of ironic, since they consider Frank a boring loser (remember that I don’t) but don’t think similarly of me. That’s probably why I like to spend time with him so much. And even though he’s my new friend, I still have an unlocked attachment with my other friends, even though some times it feels like I mean nothing to them. They’re still my friends and as low as this may seem, they do actually give me a sense of belonging. Being friends with them has given me more confidence. Whenever we have varsity games, girls from the other schools come to watch and like everyone else, they all know who I am. I’ve gone out with a few of them but most of them are so irritating. They cling onto you like their handbag and make those weird squealing noises whenever you mention something slightly sarcastic. I’ve hooked up with some guys too, but none from this school. Yes, I know shock-shock, I am bi.

But in every relationship, boy or girl, I always just end up breaking up with them and sometimes I even break their hearts. Not really on purpose though. I hate being in relationships; especially ones that are so fake. I go out with them, only hoping that maybe there’ll be a chance that they might actually like me for who I am, but my hopes are always set too high. So in a way, you can say that I am also superficial.

The thing with Frank is, is that he’s one of those people who doesn’t try to masquerade themselves as something they’re not. I don’t know, maybe it just seems that way because he’s so shy and quiet, but he’s a pretty down to earth guy if you ask me.

I shifted my position on the bench we’d been sitting on and turned to my left to look at him. The air was starting to get pretty cold and windy and I notice that he isn’t wearing anything over his uniform shirt. His pale cheeks were now rosy and his lips were so dark that they almost appeared to be purple.

Frank told me that his parents couldn’t afford to send him here, but the school offered him a scholarship because he’s really good at writing and stuff like that. I felt sort of bad because money was never an issue in my family. And I suck at writing, so it’d be worse if I were him. He even let me read some of his poems, and he is a pretty great writer.

“Do you feel cold?” I asked.

He lifted his eyes that were staring down at his feet and looked at me. “No – no I don’t.”

I could tell he was lying. By the way his lips quivered when he breathed, he must’ve been cold. He looked back down at his feet as if he were ashamed or something.

I shrugged and pulled my hoody over my head. “Here, take it.”

“No it’s alri – “

”Shut up, I know you’re cold,” I laughed and without any sort of notice and shoved the hoody over his head and body, snaking his arms through the sleeves. It was a bit big on him, since he’s a few inches shorter than I am, but at least now I don’t have to watch him freeze into a human Popsicle.

“Thanks…” he said appreciatively, his hands clenching onto the hem of the sleeves, which were obviously too long for him.

I smiled and suddenly I notice that it’s harder for me to stop looking at him. I keep on getting lost into his eyes, like they’re mazes that my mind is traveling in.

Even though he’s a really down to earth person, I still wonder why he always has that damn look on his face. Like he’s so deep into his thoughts. Most of the time it looks like something’s bothering him and sometimes it looks like he wants to say something but can’t.

Then I remembered something. The first time I saw him, he had that exact same look on his face, only more intense.

He caught me staring at him and he raised his eyebrows confusingly. “What?”

I shook my head and smiled. “Oh nothing…it’s just…”

I paused.

He gave me a more attentive glare. “Yeah?”

“Well…that day you bumped into me…it looked like – it looked like you were going to cry and I was just wondering – not that I’m being nosy or anything but – “

He cut me off.

”Oh yeah…that…”

I felt stupid for even brining it up. “No, I’m sorry, you don’t have to explain. I shouldn’t have asked.”

His feet dug into the gravel beneath the bench, making slight crushing noises. “It’s okay. I don’t mind telling you, if you promise not to tell anyone else.”

I gave him a comforting grin. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

He sighed before speaking again. “Alright. Well you see, I sort of like someone…”

”Really? Who?” I asked, almost too eagerly.

He responded with a very incoherent mutter of something that totally confused me.

”It’s okay,” I reassured. “I promised, remember?”

He sighed and lifted his head back up to stare at the open space of the wet grassy field in front of us. “I like a freshman…you probably know him. His name is Quinn…”

Yeah, I did know him. He was a pretty well known guy for a freshman; sort of like me when I was a freshman, except he’s more demanding, cocky, and obnoxious. He’s the complete opposite of Frank, who is accepting, humble, and timid, so I didn’t really understand at first why he liked him in the first place.

“Oh, I see…” was all I said in response and I was trying to not seem questionable towards his answer.

His voice hushed to a low volume, making the conversation more personal, as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear what he was saying, even though no one was around us. “I can’t really point out what I like about him…I just do. It’s weird, don’t you think? I look at him, and I think he’s so pretty. But it doesn’t take too long for me to remember that I can never be with him.”

“I don’t think that’s weird. But why do you think you can’t be with him? Did he say something to you?”

”No…but people like him don’t care about people like me. He always makes these remarks about me to his friends whenever I pass by him in the hallway. I try not to pay attention, because I know he really doesn’t care if I hear him. I don’t want to like him because of the way he treats me. But I do and I’m stupid for that. I tell myself that I shouldn’t let it bother me, but it really gets to me most of them time.”

I scooted closer to him and threw my arm over his shoulders, pulling his head to my chest. He blushed a little, but I could really tell if he was actually blushing or if that was just the cold wind adding color to his cheeks. “So that’s why you were so upset?”

He nods his head.

I patted his head gently, stroking back his hear that fell over his eyes. “Just to get one thing clear: you’re not stupid for liking him even though your feelings aren’t returned back to you. You like him because he’s everything you believe and want him to be. You see the good in him even if everything about him is foul. He’s a bratty freshman, Frank. Sure, he may be pretty, but you can do way better. You don’t need him.”

“Really?” he asked, almost surprised.

“Seriously. And if this counts for anything, I think you’re a lot cuter than he is.”

He gives another rare grin, and it makes me happy to know I’m the one making him smile. “Thanks, Mikey…that counts a lot.”

’Cause I don’t want you to know where I am.
’Cause then you’ll see my heart,
In the saddest state it’s ever been.
This is no place to try and live my life.

The bottle is half empty now. I’m starting to feel all loose and light inside, and my vision is becoming blurred. The only things that remain clear are these never-ending flashbacks.

From that day I remember so much. Part of me doesn’t know why, but another part of me sort of has an idea. Whenever I saw that look in Frank’s eyes, that look that told me something was wrong, I always see myself. When he told me about Quinn and how he felt about him, I told him that I didn’t think he was stupid for holding onto his unrequited crush, not to make him feel better, but because I really meant it. I know very well what it’s like to have unrequited feelings for someone because that’s how I feel in every single one of my relationships. Just like him, no one wants to see him for who he really is…they just assume he’s worthless because he doesn’t have that much money and loves to write. People would always make assumptions about me, but not necessarily bad ones. You see, Frank and I are very alike in very different ways. No one knows who we really are. To them we were just visual statues of what our social or family status showed them. And to me, that wasn’t fair at all. Especially since Frank was a really awesome guy and it’s sad to know that no one ever wants to give him a chance. I was the one who understood him the most, because if you really think about it, he is me.

It came to the point where Frank and I became really close. Ever since that day he’d come to me and tell me about his problems. I don’t really know why he came to me though; I mean some of the things he told me were extremely personal. Things about how his mom sent him a letter from home telling him that she might lose her job at the local diner and that her and his dad were thinking about getting a divorce. He’d also tell me about how his older brother was always acting out and stealing his family’s stuff for drug money.

I never thought I’d ever meet someone with such a dysfunctional family and I sympathized him because I could only imagine how hard it must’ve been for him to handle all of that. I’d always make him, or at least try to make him feel better by sneaking him a friendly hug or a quick peck on the cheek. I know that must seem a little pathetic but I couldn’t stand seeing him so upset. Besides, I never heard him complain.

Then there was a point where I developed a somewhat infatuated crush on Frank. And when I say infatuated, I really mean it. Sometimes while he’s talking, I’d just stare at him with such depth that I could see every intricately imprinted feature on his face. He’s so gorgeous and whenever I’d look at him, it felt as if I was looking right through a kaleidoscope. From the color of his eyes to the texture of his lips and flawless complexion, everything was so uniquely constructed and I adored it to the fullest. When he wasn’t aware, I’d slowly crawl behind him and smell the fresh scent of his hair.

I’d fall asleep and dream of him. I’d dream of him kissing me, caressing my body…doing the sorts of things that friends should never encounter together. I’d wake up the second after each dream was completed, and feel the white sticky mess inside my boxers, only to feel guilty another second later.

I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to have him. That was the only solution that I knew would ease the guilt.

I took another big heap of alcohol in my mouth and gulped it down quickly.

It’s dim inside my dorm. There’s a slim lamp sitting on my nightstand that’s bouncing an eerie yellow glow across the walls. Other than that, everything possibly visible was depending on the little light bulb within the head of the lamp. I glanced at the round clock hanging off the wall across my bed. It’s 9:48 P.M. and everyone’s probably getting ready to go to sleep.

We’d been lounging on my bed for quite sometime now. I asked Frank to come by my dorm after dinner and help me with this haiku I had to write for English. I used that as an excuse to spend more time with him. Very low, I know, but I can’t stand being apart from him for too long. Well okay, I kind of did need help on that homework since I suck at writing poems, but that’s beyond my point.

He had a piece of lined paper sitting on my English book placed on his lap as he sat Indian-style on my sheets. He was tapping the tip of his pen simultaneously against the book.

“So, I’m assuming that you already know the first rule of writing a haiku?” he asked.

I raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about.

He smiled and laughed. “Five syllables in the first and last lines, and seven in the second line.”

“Oh yeah, I remember that,” I replied.

He went back to tapping his pen and looked up at the ceiling as if he were in deep thought. “So, what do you want to write about? I was thinking that maybe it would be best to write about…”

I just stared at him, like those many times I’ve done so before, his words not registering to my ears. His lips kept moving, but I couldn’t keep up with what he was telling me. I was dazed at how amazing he looked, even with the poor lighting. The glow of the lamp touched his face only slightly, casting shadows on the left right side of his profile.

“Um, Mikey?” he stopped mumbling on about the haiku when he realized I was zoning out. “Is something wrong?”

I nodded my head. “Err, yeah, there sort of is…”

Wait…What? What the hell am I saying?

“Really? What’s the matter?” he stopped tapping his pen and looked directly at me. I tried to avoid eye contact but his eyes are so alluring.

I gave him a nervous grin. “Oh…uh, can I ask you something?”

”Sure.”

I took a deep breath and tried not to freak out. “Can I…um…can I…can I kiss you? Like…on the lips?”

His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed with pink. “Uh…what?”

I can’t believe I actually asked him that. I feel like such a fucking idiot.

“Oh God, that was stupid, just forget I asked that okay? It’s nothi – “

He hushed my lips with his index finger. “No, it’s okay. You just surprised me, that’s all.”

He pulled his finger away.

”So can I kiss you?” I asked again.

He nodded his head shyly, giving me an approving glare as he moved the occupants on his lap down onto the floor. I scooted closer to him and curled both of my hands around his waist. I leaned forward to his face and nudged my nose against his, rubbing against it slowly. There was a moment where our eyes met before they were closed. I could feel his hot breath breathing on my lips and I could tell he was nervous. I moved in a little more and rested my lips on his gently. His lips feel just as soft as they look, and just as tender as I’d imagined them to be. They were shaking against mine and I wondered for a while if this was his first kiss. I could sense his tension and if it was his first kiss, then I’d definitely feel special. His hands found their way to the sides of my face, his fingers threading through my hair, and they were shivering as well, as if he were so paranoid at how he was completely clueless. But I thought it was cute.

I pulled back to take a breath before leaning in again, planting slow and light pecks on his lips. He kissed back with a small amount of force, causing the collision of our kiss to harden. However, I wanted more. I wanted to taste his lips, just like in my dreams, and savor it for as long as I am able to. I licked over his lips with the tip of my tongue, only to find that he would pull away instantly with a gasp that struck with shock. I could feel his hands slipping off the sides of my face.

I opened my eyes and saw him staring right at me. He looked frightened and his breathing was still heavy. I felt selfish for making him kiss me.

“I’m sorry…” I apologized truthfully. “We should probably stop.”

I say that even though I didn’t want to. I just didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. So I took my hands off his waist and turned my face away from him, foolishness washing over me like a heavy shower of rain.

“It’s alright…” I heard him whisper. I could see from the corner of my eyes that he no longer looked scared, but now looked disappointed. “I’ve never kissed a guy before…I’ve never kissed anyone…just go slow…please?”

His hands reached over and ringed around my wrists, pulling my hands back to his waist, holding them in place. I turned back to look at him. He was giving me another one of those rare smiles of his. I leaned forward once again and kissed his forehead, smiling back against it. “Okay, I’ll go slow. I promise.”

Frank’s eyes closed and his long eyelashes stroked against my jaw line. I moved my lips down and kissed over his right eye, then kissed his cheek, and when I finally reached his lips I made sure that I kissed them lightly, making sure that I wouldn’t bring any offense. I closed my eyes too, and remembered that he wanted me to go slow so I just continued with the gentle pecks. I had to be considerate, since my resistance was for him. And as much as I wanted to speed things up, I controlled myself to respect his wishes. Thankfully though, he kissed back again, but this time with his mouth open, his lips catching my upper lip in a lock. I pulled back and repeated his technique, our lips fitting perfectly together. He opened his mouth a little more, giving me an approving signal, and allowing me to slip in my tongue gracefully. I swiped it over his and was instantly greeted as he pushed it back against mine. I could now taste him as I explored every inch of his mouth, and this is the happiest I’ve been for a long time. It’s been too damn long that I’ve been waiting to feel this way. For once I actually felt thankful that I didn’t have to share my dorm with anyone else, and I smirked as I recalled locking the door when we first walked in.

I tightened my grip around his waist and pushed him down to his back so that he was lying on my mattress. His head rested on my pillow, the strands of his dark hair fanning out and contrasting with the white fabric of the pillowcase. Now here we were, making out on my bed, while we’re supposed to be doing homework. I felt kind of bad for manipulating him into thinking that I actually cared about that haiku assignment, but the most important thing is that he’s here with me. I was positioned in between his legs, and his arms were thrown around my shoulders and neck, his fingers messing in my, pulling my face closer to his.

Our kissing grew wilder and the heat between our faces began to warm up.

“So…um…” his words breathed through the messy kisses, “I guess…this means…you’re – not…going to…be doing…your homework?”

I giggled lightly at his mere innocence and parted from his lips. He let out a soft cry of disappointment that sounded almost like a whine.

He opened his eyes and looked up at me. “No…don’t stop, please,” he begged desperately.

I rested my forehead on his, our eyes meeting and our noses rubbing together. “Frank…I want…I want you…so bad. But if you don’t to – well you know – then we don’t have to.”

His eyes drifted sideways and looked away from me. He had that same look on his face that he was wearing earlier. He looked afraid and worried.

I sighed, feeling selfish again for pressuring him to do things that we weren’t even supposed to be doing. “It’s okay. If you don’t want to, I’ll understand.”

No matter how bad I wanted to do it with him, I didn’t feel that it was right to force him to engage in this just because I wanted to. I wanted him to want me back, and it wouldn’t count for anything to me if he agreed to do this half-heartedly. This wouldn’t be my first time doing it with a guy, but it would be his. Hell, he’s probably still a virgin. And I don’t want to take his virginity without his approval first. I remember my first time having sex; I was so nervous. So, when I said ‘I’ll understand’, it’s because I really would.

His eyes found their place back to my face and he stroked the fingers through my hair. “It’s not that I don’t want to…but…”

“But what?”

His eyes were now glowing in shame, his face remaining coy. “…I’m scared… umm…well what if…I mean, I just…I might not be good at it…”

I smiled at him before my lips found their familiar position at his, and I gave him another comforting kiss, the heat of his flushed face radiating against mine. “You don’t have to be scared of anything, Frank. I’ll do everything for you…you just relax, okay?”

He nodded his head before sighing. His dazing eyes shot up to mine, his long eyelashes stroking against my cheeks while doing so. “Okay…but remember to go slow…and err…be gentle…”

A rush of excitement ran through my veins. “You don’t have to tell me, you know? I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

He didn’t say anything back, but the look in his eyes told me exactly what was on his mind. I get this vibe from him…like I know what he’s feeling just by looking at him or by being near him. And right now, his eyes; his vibe…told me that regardless of how scared he was, he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He needs to know that he can trust me and that this whole ordeal is strictly physical. Don’t get me wrong, I really like Frank, I really do. In fact, I like him a lot. I just don’t want to ruin our friendship and the closeness to him that I’ve worked so hard to build up. I just…I just need this, more than anything. At least now I do. The dreams that dawn over my mind during the night aren’t enough; they never were. I need to know what more there is to these dreams and, umm, feelings. And if I don’t find out soon I’m afraid I’ll go crazy. I mean, dreams are little movies that play in head, yeah, they’re movies that tell us what we long for. Frank is what I long for. But I don’t want to fall for him and hit the ground hard…because Frank is so vulnerable right now and I don’t want him to fall for me either. I also don’t want to hurt him, not just physically, but also emotionally.

His hands coaxed the back of my neck, his small fingers rubbing against my skin smoothly. His fingers were trembling. I figured that he was still probably nervous but then a freezing cringe of air crept over to my body and I remembered that there was an announcement earlier in first period that the heaters had broken down.

I bent down to his face and meshed my lips in another light kiss. “You cold?” I asked.

“Just a little…” he breathed. I loosened from his grip and I caught him letting out a soft whimper of disappointment. I pulled the blanket that was pushed to the foot of my bed and found my position back in between his legs, covering both of our bodies with the soft and thick sheet. He threw his arms back around my shoulders and pulled my face down and we’re kissing again. Our tongues are colliding once more and we’re becoming quite messy. His breath is panting at a fast rate and when I pull away he let out a gasp for air that echoed throughout the room. His hands are rested at the back of my head and he tries to pull me back to his lips but I wrestle with his grip and he manages to stop as I began to plant kisses on his chin that trailed to the side of his jaw line. He was breathing heavily while still leaving his fingers to tangle in my hair. I remembered what he mentioned to me earlier, how he wasn’t used to this and how he wanted me to go slow. I held back my assertive instincts and took my time when I finally reached the starting of his neck. I laid the small kisses down on his tender skin softly, occasionally flickering out the tip of my tongue to taste his bittersweet flavor. He let out small gasps and incoherent whimpers of innocence that sounded a lot like praises ringing with approval. The sound of his dragging breath and the feeling of his nails digging slightly roughly into the back of my scalp only provoked me to go further. In a way, he was silently telling me that my dominance was greatly approved. And yes, it was his approval that mattered the most to me.

I kissed lower to the middle of his neck, slowly beginning to unfasten the tie that wrapped around under the collar of his uniform shirt. I grasped the thick silk fabric and pulled it free of his neck, tossing it somewhere over my bed, and hearing it thud lightly as it collided with the wooden floor. My fingers played with the buttons of his shirt, running of their smooth opal-white surfaces, teasing him eagerly and purposely. The soft gentle kissing that was once adorned on his neck had now morphed into delightful and hungry sucking, and I knew that it would leave a few marks and bruises, but he didn’t seem to mind. I nibbled at his skin lightly with my teeth, while loosening the first three buttons of his shirt. I pushed his collar sideways, exposing more his frail yet creamy skin. I looked up his face, and saw that his eyes were half-open and somewhat drunk-like, and I could tell that he was finally becoming more obvious to the present situation that was taking place. I could still see the slight coyness that glittered over him, as always, but right now he seemed to be more relaxed and enthusiastic towards my actions. I did nothing but smile at him, and was pleased to see that was my smile was returned with one of his own.

I pushed his collar aside with my other palm while still proceeding to get his shirt off. And my movements were those of a sloth. I didn’t want him to be just some one-minute fuck and I remembered my promise to him. He’s my friend and I swear not to break a pact that is most sacred to him. My lips suctioned atop of his bare collarbone and I was rewarded with a muffled cry of pleasure.

I ran my tongue slyly across it and his fast reflexes echoed back with: “Mikey…” my very own name that he cried out next, and that was the first verbal response I’ve yet to receive from him this whole night. My fingers were finally moved down to the last and bottom button of his shirt and I undid it with my hidden eagerness. The openings of his shirt fell to his sides, lustfully exposing more his wanted body, stiff and pink nipples meshing with the lovely pale color of his skin.

I pulled back from his neck, his hands still clinging to the back of my head, and I took a moment just to look down at him. The snapshot that my mind had taken of him was simply incredible…

His heavy breathing, heaving chest, erotic eyes, and just…just everything about him…

He’s driving me crazy and my insanity has grown to the point of no return. The image of his stilled beauty is so unbelievable that I’m almost convinced that this is all a dream, and that I’ll soon wake up to find my bed sheets wet as usual. But I don’t feel myself wake up, and this moment is everything but false…

His pacing breath, hypnotizing gaze, and addicting scent are all real. And the pleasurable feeling of my cock twitching and hardening from the sound of his harmonious voice within my trousers must be real too.

He let go of the back of my head and reached down to his body to retrieve the hems of his shirt and pull the fabric back over to cover his skin. I was confused at first but then realized by looking in his eyes again that he felt self-conscious. His cheeks flushed with that familiar scarlet color and he looked away from me.

I took his hands in mine and pried them away of his shirt, letting it fall open again.

“You’re looking at me differently…” he spoke, his self-esteem not rising with any progress.

“No, it’s not like that,” I whispered, smiling and bending down to meet at his neck again, my breath blowing over the drying saliva I’d left on there. “If I’m looking at you like that, it doesn’t mean anything bad.”

He giggled and he sounded so girly that it was actually cute. But of course, he always is. I let go of his hands and brushed mine over his shoulders, sliding his sleeves off his arms, letting him rest of his back flat on his shirt. I then continued to lick his collarbone as I rested one of my hands over his stomach, my large palm covering almost the entire bottom half of his upper body. He was taken aback by my touch; as his breathing had reached a higher speeding level, and I glanced down to see him becoming more aroused, a slight stiff bulge beginning to form in his pants. This sight only turned me on even more. I parted from him for another damned time and knelt up to rid myself of my shirt and tie quickly, throwing them off somewhere unknown. When I bent back down the blanket shifted down to my ass, and I recalled how cold it was, but threw that thought out of my head when I felt the heat radiating between our bodies.

My lips fell on his with another kiss, and I’ve already lost count of how many times we’ve kissed this night, but the number didn’t matter much to me. As our skin met, I felt stomach quivering against mine. I put my hands at his waist as his arms looped around my shoulders.

“Mmm, Frank…” I hummed on his lips. “Let me touch you…”

He licked on my bottom lip and begged desperately, “Please do.”

I grinned a little and in less than a second we were kissing madly and messily all over again. Our heads tilted as our noses rubbed against each other. I moved my hand down to his belly, caressing his stomach gently as I reached down to the black material of his slacks. I felt over his crotch area lightly, him moaning against between kisses as I did so, and his knees trembled on the sides of my legs. I ran my index finger over the cool steel button and circled around it before unbuttoning it and pulling down his zipper. I slid my hand under the elastic band of his boxers, instantly feeling the captivated warmth that was held inside, and reached in all the way until my wrist was held underneath it. He pulled away from my lips and gasped as I ringed my fingers around the base of his semi-hardened length. His skin down there was just as smooth as the skin on his chest and face, and I noticed that he had very little body hair. I pulled his cock out of his boxers and stroked my fingers along the underside of it, instantly causing him to whimper aloud and stiffen even more. I gripped my hand around it and slowly but tightly began to pump him. His head was thrown into my pillow, his eyes rolling back and breathing becoming erratic. While still stroking him, I knelt my head down and pecked over his chest, taking one of his nipples into my mouth, and using my other hand to fondle with their other one, pinching it into hardness.

“Oh God…” he moaned quietly, as if he didn’t want anyone else but me to hear, bucking his hips up and fucking my hand harder. “Mikey…”

Hearing him say my name like that was enough to send me over the edge, and I bit down lightly on his nipple as I felt my own cock aching with pain of stiffness. His erection was soon touching his stomach and I stroked him faster, running my thumb over his tip, pre-cum layering a thin coat over my fingers. I didn’t want him to come, no, not just yet. I pulled my hand away from him, and I heard him whine in disappointment, his greenish-hazel eyes shooting up at my in almost an instant. I took my time to pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and removed them along with his socks. I then went through the same process in undressing myself and once we were stark there was a moment of silence in which we stared at each other’s nude bodies. My hands found a familiar place back on his hips, and I grinded into him, our erections meeting and rubbing against each other, my heavy sac resting upon his. The feeling of his eager and hard need sliding against mine was completely unbearable and he squirmed underneath me.

“Fuck…” I let out a stifled moan and bit my bottom lip. Without taking my attention away from him, I blindly threw my left arm over to my nightstand, feeling over my alarm clock and lamp switch. I moved my hand a little more downwards until the cold metal of my drawer handle ran underneath my fingers. I grinded into Frank harder while pulling it open. My hand fiddled around inside of the drawer until I found the familiar plastic tube and I wrapped my grip around it. I pulled it out and popped the lid open with my thumb. I stopped grinding to look back at his face. His eyes widened when he saw me squeezing the cool oily lube over my middle and index finger. I put the tube down besides us and paused.

“Are you sure…?” I asked, and even though deep down inside I was hoping that he wouldn’t say no, it was still his decision.

He gave me a truthful and genuine glare, and answered, “Positive…”

I kissed his forehead thoughtfully and led my hand in between his thighs, my fingers prodding and circling around his puckering entrance.

“You ready?” I don’t know why, but I just felt it was right that I receive another reassurance.

He nodded his head and held onto my shoulders, fingers shaking a little and vibrating against my skin.

I slowly pushed in half of my index finger and instantly feel his tight and hot muscles clench around me in surprise. I pushed it in all the way, thrusting it in and out slowly, doing my best to prepare him.

“Mmm…uuhhnn…” he cried softly, using one hand to take me by the wrist, pulling my finger deeper into him, “can you…put another…?”

It was so fucking hot watching him beg like this and my instincts told me that I should probably give him what he wanted. I laughed at his desperate pleas and pulled my finger out before entering again with two. His hold on my wrist had tightened and I was afraid he was going to cut off my blood circulation. He pulled my hand closer to him, his hips pushing back against my thrusting fingers. I felt the tips of my fingers rub against his spot.

The sound of his constant whimpering was music to my ears, “Ooh…mmmph…”

But to his disappointment I pulled my fingers out, while still maintaining his grip around my wrist.

“No…want more…please…” he whined.

“Let go, and I’ll give you more,” I teased. He grinned happily and gave up on my hand. I sat up on my knees and picked up the tube again, taking a few moments to pop it back open and drizzle some lube over my palm. I spread the gel over my pounding erection, sighing a little at my own touch, and scooted in close to him.

I caressed his inner thighs and hooked his knees over my elbows, kneeling before him.

“I’m going to take you now, Frank…” I told him, and I wouldn’t be too surprised if he were to call me Captain Obvious.

“Go, please…you’re driving me crazy…” he breathed, his erection now turning a painfully pail color of pink.

I lifted his knees up and over my shoulders bending down slowly, pushing his thighs to his sides and against my chest. His hands brought my head down to another hungry kiss and I pulled back, wanting to look at him in the eyes whilst I was penetrating him.

I leaned my hips in forward, gently pushing the head of my cock past the tough ring of muscle. God, he felt so fucking good. As much as I wanted to move further, I stopped to look at him, only to see his eyes bulging out horror, small tears escaping the sides of them and running down to his ears.

“Mikey…it hurts so bad…” he gasped, his fingernails scraping into the back of my neck as he held onto me tightly.

I kissed and licked his tears away quickly, tasting their salty bitterness. “I know, it’s okay, it’ll get better,” I promised, “just tell me when you’re ready…”

I was surprised that I actually managed to reassure him despite how difficult it was for me to get my words straight. A few moments later I realized that his hesitant gasps had soon resorted to relaxed sighing. He gave me a nod of his chin and I took a hint that that was meant he was fine now.

I carefully pushed myself in all the way, making sure that I wasn’t hurting him while stretching him out, and I stopped when I felt his balls touching my lower abdomen. The feeling of his tight and hot heat wrapped around my length felt like complete heaven. His hips instinctively lifted off of the bed and pushed back to meet at mine. I pulled out halfway and started moving, beginning a slow and steady pace. I never once took my eyes off his face, watching his eyes shut closed as he threw his head moved from side to side, breathing heavily as I humped him. The feeling was just like in my dreams, fuck, it was dead better than my dreams. I went back to kissing at his neck, feeling that I should probably obligate him with something else other than my fucking cock. I wanted him to enjoy this just as much as I would, otherwise it just wouldn’t be fair.

“Mikey…” he let out and fucking shit, he was going to kill me if he kept moaning my name like that.

I gritted my teeth down on his neck. I stopped humping him, and I rolled my hips in slow motions, not instantly wanting to thrust into him, savoring the sweet feeling of his lubed ass fitting around me like a glove. I tried my best to obtain some self-control, not wanting to cause his beautiful virgin body any pain or scarring.

“Please…move…” Frank breathed; his hips bouncing up to meet mine, then bouncing back down to rest on the mattress.

I obeyed his commands and continued with that moderate speed I’d gained up earlier. His knees bent down on my shoulders, the back of his thighs pressing harder on my chest, and his ankles accenting the middle of my back.

“Uuhhh God…so…umm should I be glad…that tomorrow…morning’s a…Saturday?” he asked sarcastically in between my thrusts. Wow, I never knew Frank could be such a joker. It’s very rare that I see him act without any type seriousness.

I laughed shakily on his neck, “Very glad…”

My hair fell in front of my face, swiping over my glasses like woven broom bristles, and lifted my head up, flipping my head to the side, my hair flying backwards. I took a glimpse at the foiling images of our bodies illustrating on the mirror closet across the bed, watching as my cock pulled back from his entrance, oily and glistening, and as it sank back into him, my sac touching his ass cheeks. The mirroring vision only turned me on like you wouldn’t believe, and if it were possible; the increase of blood pumping into my length caused me to harden even more inside of him. I looked back at him and he began mumbling something that I couldn’t quite comprehend, his lips shaking and mixed words playing on his tongue.

And as hard as it was for me to get my words in order, I manage to ask, “What…what is it?”

“Faster, Mikey…please…uuuuhhhh…and…ha-harder…”

His words were maintained under a small whisper and I figured that he was probably paranoid that anyone might hear us. I smiled at him and followed his desires. It’s so nice that he always has enough manners to say please.

I sat up on my knees again, knowing I’d catch better speed and thrust this way. My hands tightened around his waist as his hands affectionately held them there in place.

I pulled out of him almost all the way, leaving only the head of my need inside of him, and pushed back into him with a fast and forceful movement, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing throughout the room. The pressure he had on my hands increased, and he was practically molding my palms into his hipbones, his hands turning white in return.

He threw his head back and bit his bottom lip, suppressing the moans he so desperately wanted to let out, eyes shut tightly, and eyebrows furrowing with a temping quiver.

I pumped into quickly, with short yet hard thrusts, giving it to him just liked he asked. The sinful sound of our skin hitting against each other was more loudly pronounced, and the friction between my knees and the bed sheets was heating up as they rustled underneath me, knowing that they’d eventually leave burn marks later on.

The feeling was incredible and he was clenching tighter around me each time I pounded into him. “Fuck…Frank…feels so fucking good…fuck, so…fucking tight…” I moaned between thrusts.

His nails dug into my wrists, scraping my skin slightly, and breathed heavily, holding back obvious groans of pleasure.

And that’s when it happened. I had found his prostate and nudged against it heedlessly. His head rolled back into my pillow and his lip was still caught between his teeth, leaving it purple and bruised, a muffled moan ringing through his throat. He was probably worried that someone would hear us, but fuck, oh how I wanted to hear him scream my name.

“F-Frank…” I called out, “let me see you…touch yourself…and…let me hear you…Frank, I need…I need to hear you…”

He nodded instantly and let go of one of my wrists, the blood flowing back into my numbing fingers. He wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock and began stroking himself. Watching him like this was just too hot for words to describe, and it only made me pound into his harder, his body bouncing up and down from my movements. I hit his spot simultaneously, the lube messily leaking out of the rim of his entrance, layering his ass cheeks and inner thighs with an oily shine, and dripping down to my balls as well.

He gripped his dick tighter, moving his hand up and down in quick motions, screaming delightfully with lust, “Mikey! Right there…ooohh!”

His voice was practically egging me on to fill his balls faster, and to make him scream harder. And it worked. Roars of my name kept coming and I kept provoking them. Sweat was building up on our bodies, all of his face and chest were shining, the backs of his knees slicking on my shoulders. And I moaned his name back, over and over again, just to remind him that I was completely aware of his existence, and that he wasn’t just another meaningless fuck.

He rubbed over the slit of his cock, his thumb running over it repeatedly, and I watched as he teased himself. Then I heard, “Mikey…! Oh, ooohhh! I’m gonna…” and soon enough he had reached his orgasm, and he was coming thick, white warm cum all over his hand and our stomachs, crying out so loudly that I was pretty sure someone had to have woken up in one of the dorms down the hallway.

“Fuck, Frank!” his entrance tightened against the base of my length, and that’s when I came too, my hot seed shooting deep inside of him, and I slowly rolled out my orgasm until I was fully spent.

I stopped moving my hips and his legs fell to my elbows, feeling the pulse in his thighs beating quickly. Our breathing was heavier than ever and he opened his eyes to and looked at me. I bent down to kiss his puffy lips, tasting the sweat that was dripping down to his chin, and I felt them trembling in pain, the bite marks he’d imprinted into them still leaving an impact. I let go of the hold on his legs and the fell to my sides in almost an instant. I pulled out of him, my cock now completely limp, and took his hand by the wrist. I licked away his cum that was hanging off his fingers, sucking onto them as if they were pieces of hard candy. I smacked my lips before letting his hand fall and saving some of his left over orgasm in my mouth, bending back down to catch his sore mouth into another kiss, letting him taste himself. His cum ran down the sides of his mouth as our tongues played together. I pulled back and he licked the rest off his lips.

My knees, weak and shaking, gave in and I fell on my back on his side, taking a moment to catch my breath before scooting closer to him and pulling the blanket over our bodies.

He crawled on top of me, his sweaty chest sticking on mine. His face, though covered and drenched with the smell of sex, was still the same innocent face I’d been staring at so many times before. And he was definitely still beautiful to me, as corny as that may sound. I pushed his sweaty hair back away from his eyes, becoming lost in another one of his hypnotizing trances. His eyes are amazing, if I hadn’t mentioned that enough already.

I ran my hands down to his hips and remembered something.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, running my fingers over the scratches I’d left on his waist, feeling that they were puffing and swollen, knowing that they were probably bruising by know.

“Only a little…” he answered and I felt horrible; I’d broken my promise not to hurt him. “Don’t worry though…it was worth it.”

Stop right there. That’s exactly where I lost it.
See that line? Well, I never should’ve crossed it.
Stop right there. Well, I never should’ve said that.
It’s the very moment that I wish that I could take back…

That was our first time together; and though at that moment I was so driven to get what I wanted, it’s the one time that I wish I wasn’t who I was that night. I pressured him; I pressured him into joining in on my sick and fucked up world. I took his virginity knowing that it was just another advantage for myself; not even caring whether or not he actually thought it meant something. I do admit that even though I liked it and even though he probably might’ve liked it too, I was wrong towards every account. That night I was someone else. I manipulated and seduced him into thinking that I actually needed help on that useless homework assignment, when in reality all I needed help with was sorting out my “feelings” for him. Physical or emotional, I can’t really tell…it’s not like it matters anymore, right? That makes me a bad person, I would assume. I’m a bad person for lying to him and selfishly using him.

That night, my outcome wasn’t the only one that had changed. That night and our, well my experiment, should’ve never taken place. That night I created a monster. It’s kind of strange actually. Right after we had sex, the image of his body still fresh in my mind, we’d fallen asleep, and the next morning we’d wake up and go back to being just friends again. Or at least, that’s how I was acting to him; like I said, I wanted nothing more than what I’d bargained for. But he never protested or seemed strange about the way I was to him, in fact, he was showing me the same brotherly friendship that I’d shown to him. It wasn’t long before we became friends with benefits. And as shocking as this may seem, I for once wasn’t the one who provoked it. He came back to me, shyly asking for more sex. And I would willingly give it to him. Then it came to the point where he wouldn’t even ask anymore and we’d have a routine of spontaneous sex all throughout the day and week. After class, between classes, which ever was more efficient at the time. Still, I don’t see why he wanted me so much, I mean yeah I know we already did it once, but what happened to just staying friends? I’m not in any way trying to insinuate that he was desperate; it’s just that never before have I seen him act so dominating like this. I won’t lie, I never turned him down once, but I was naïve and let my lusting for him get the better of our friendship. I just wish I could go back in time and take with me all the knowledge of the consequences I have now. I would save him, most definitely. I would save the Frank that loved to read to me his poetry and I’d save the Frank that was my best friend. But then instead, I’d lost my best friend, and gained something else that wasn’t exactly the same. A wild and untamed replica of what I’d known him for. He’d look at me while we’d have sex, his eyes staring cold at me, and he was so unreadable every time I’d try to read what he was thinking. It wasn’t that look he had when he was sad, but it wasn’t that look he had when he was happy either. It was so incoherent that I would start to ignore it. And that was a mistake I should’ve never committed; I ignored him. Of course, I did notice him…I heard what he’d say, but never really listened. It wasn’t like before, you know, when he’d tell me his problems and I’d make everything alright. Now the only solution to any sort of tension was our bodies. There were no pacts within all of this. I never swore to him anything, but I would never want things to end up like this. I was blind and distracted by the new person he was morphed into. I was foolish and I couldn’t even catch what was right in front of me. I want to change everything. I want to change who I made him to be. That night, well…it was a mistake; a death wish waiting to be granted.

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AN: I left it there on purpose, go ahead and bash. See you next chapter. Comments are lovely. :)
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