Living Life The Good Way | By : GothicalWishes Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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CHAPTER 5
Frank breathed in loudly, his breath catching in his throat. His arms were spread across the back of the sofa, his hands gripping the material fiercely, bunching it as his back arched. His head was thrown back, his hair hanging, his teeth digging into his lips as he strained to keep quiet.
Gerard was straddling his hips, grinding Frank’s erection against his own, slowly, almost painfully whilst he sucked and kissed all the way down Frank’s neck. As Gerard grinded particularly hard against Frank, Frank let out a load moan: thrusting back up as he did so, immediately attacking Gerard’s lips with his own, their mouths melting together as they moved in unison.
“Woohoo!” Shouted a voice which sounded exactly like Quinn’s but was slightly lower pitched, as though was having trouble breathing: which he most definitely was. “Free porn.” Continued the same voice.
Frank felt Gerard giggle, the vibrations felt soothing against his chest and stomach where they were leaning against each other. Slowly Gerard pulled away, his pale cheeks flushed, his lips kiss swollen. Frank lifted his head to look at the man who was sat above him. Gerard had his eyes closed, and he was breathing hard trying to calm himself down. Frank continued to stare into Gerard’s closed eyes.
It was the third dare in and already they had gotten onto the perverted stuff. Gerard and Mikey had managed to survive so far, though they knew it was only a matter of time before Quinn decided to choose them again.
Bert lazily picked up his glass and drank from it as he watched Gerard carefully slide off Frank. Frank groaning as Gerard’s crotch rubbed against his. Bert downed the last of his drink, before refilling it again; attempting to look as though he hadn’t had too much already. “That was nothing short of enjoyable.” He said, rather smugly.
Bob ducked as Frank attempted to throw a misshapen cushion at Bert, but missed entirely. “I’m kind of bored of this game already. I vote we play something else.” Bob yawned, his drunken eyes lazily rolling back in his head.
Jeph grabbed a discarded bottle from somewhere behind him, on the floor. “It’s got to be ‘spin the bottle’. It’s like the only classic we haven’t played yet.” He said, throwing the bottle into the centre of the circle. “You all gotta sit on the floor. It’s easier.” He announced, pulling Frank and Gerard off the sofa to the floor in front of it, followed shortly by Mikey, who landed with a rather cringe worthy crack.
“I’ll start,” shouted Bert. “I used to love this game when I was a teenager. I can’t say I ever played it with a male only group back then, though.” He giggled as he kneeled up and placed the bottle in the centre of the group, spinning it, his foot tapping with impatience as he waited for it to slow down…
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Mikey shut his eyes as the bottle slowed down. He had played the whole game like this so far. Screwing his eyes closed the second he let go of the bottle. Waiting till he heard movement and he could open his eyes carefully to discover who his “victim” was to be. So far he had managed to successfully stay away from Gerard. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, because oh dear God, how badly he wanted to place his lips so gently on his brothers, to run his tongue down that long pale neck, to scratch his nails down his back…
It was more that he didn’t want an audience. Now that the rest of the two bands knew it was no longer something which Mikey felt he could cherish. The memories of himself and his brother were so precious to him, something which he never wanted anyone else to play a part in, something which was secret and unique, something… forbidden and yet so perfectly right.
Mikey heard movement. Silently praying, as he had been doing for the past hour, he slowly opened his eyes. The bottle was pointing at Ray. Okay… I can do this… Mikey thought. There definitely wasn’t enough alcohol in his system for him to be comfortable playing this game. So far all his kisses had been little “lip to lip” touches, himself only managing to get away with it as he pulled back before anyone could grab him, and the alcohol in everyone’s system meant they forgot by the time it came to his turn again.
Mikey sighed as Ray spun the bottle. He wasn’t in the mood for this. He decided he’d had enough and struggled to pick himself up from the floor.
“Yo, Mikes, where you going?” Frank shouted as Ray and Bert were knelt over the bottle, their bodies joined at the mouth.
“I’m going back… to bed. I’m just not in the mood.” Mikey slurred, wobbling as he tried to keep his balance.
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