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Mistakes and Misunderstandings	By : FakeSmilesAt18 Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1893 -:- 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. I do not own or make money from AFF. None of this holds any truth.

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Chapter Five: Fights and Foundings
Gerard shoved me away from him after only a few moments – though, I could have sworn, he kissed me in return before throwing me away from him – and I thought he was going to slug me. I would have deserved it; kissing him had been stupid and reckless. “Gee…I’m so –
“Shut up, Frank,” he growled, and I knew I was going to get it. “Put the guitar down. Now.” Shaking, I did as I was told and put Pansy back into her case. I sighed; that would probably be the last time I’d get to play her…I am such a fucking moron some –
I was suddenly on my back; Gerard was pinning me to the couch with his body. I gasped when I felt an unquestionable hardness rubbing against my thigh. “G-Gerard?” I gasped, but his lips descended upon mine, rough and demanding. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and he engaged mine into a battle for dominance – I let him win. As we kissed, he moved against me, rolling his hips into mine, and I moaned at the friction between us. He answered me by shoving his hands between us and cupping me through my tight jeans; I keened into his mouth.
Pulling his mouth away from mine, he kissed his way to my ear and whispered hotly, “I love those little sounds, Frank…I could listen to those all fucking day.” He squeezed me again, and I bucked into his hand and groaned. He nibbled on my ear – I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking wildly into his when he did that, and he moaned softly at the friction – and sucked on my neck.
There was no way this was Gerard Way, I found myself thinking as he played my body like a well-tuned instrument. It wasn’t possible that it was my fantasy man playing with my zipper, fumbling to free me from my jeans. It just wasn’t…oh Gods…he had finally got the zip down and his hand found my hardened member. I cried out when he touched me, skin-to-skin, and he let out the tiniest of whimpers. “You feel like velvet, Frankie,” he murmured in my ear, “velvet covered steel.” Pumping me experimentally, Gerard quickly learned what I liked, and I was soon a writhing mass of moans and whimpers; he was torturing me with just a hand. “Look at me,” he said softly; I hadn’t realized it, but I had screwed my eyes shut tight. Blinking, I did as requested and nearly came when I saw those wondrous eyes – they were hazel, supposedly, but that wasn’t an accurate description of the colour. They were intense and smoky, and I…Gods, he was looking at me while he pumped my cock in the most sinful way!
“Gee…Gods Gee…I…I’m going to…” I moaned as I came, hard, all over the both of us. He stared at his come-covered hand for a moment, and I was just beginning to feel self-conscious when he rubbed against me again, still painfully hard.
“I’m so hard, Frank,” he complained and moved enough to rip my shirt off – which he then cleaned his hand off on.
I wriggled until I could coax him to take my position on the couch, and I straddled his thighs. I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass, and I moved against him, briefly imagining what it would be like to ride him. Staring down at him, I couldn’t stop myself from pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “What can I do for you, Gerard? I want to make you feel so good.” I rubbed against him again just to emphasis what I was saying.
He groaned and somehow managed to lock eyes with me. “F-Frank…can I…I mean…will you let me…” He gulped in a lung full of air and tried again, “Can I fuck you?”
My mouth went dry, and I swallowed once…twice…three times trying to speak. “Please,” I whispered and reached for the snap on his pants. “Please, Gee.” He smiled brilliantly at me before reaching down to help me free him from his confining jeans. I growled as I tried to wrestle the tight material down his thighs. Gerard let me struggle for a minute, laughed, and then pushed me back and stood.
“Easy peasy pumpkin peasy, pumpkin pie mothafucker,” he giggled as he stripped before my eyes. “All you had to do was ask.” I wasn’t quite sure he meant it the way I heard it, but chest was suddenly tight with emotion. I tried to hold it back – the last thing I wanted was for Gerard to run away. “Do you…do you have a condom?” he asked after a moment, and I swore out loud.
“No.” Damn it, I added in my head. “I…I wasn’t expecting this.”
Gerard smirked. “Me either.” He stood, confident in his nakedness, and my mouth watered at the sight of his proud, jutting erection.
“Come here,” I murmured, and Gerard obeyed, staring at me through lust-filled eyes. He stood mere inches from me, and I couldn’t stop myself – I leaned forward and took as much of his length into my mouth as I could.
“Oh my God,” Gerard panted, and I had to hold his hips to keep him from thrusting down my throat. I hummed around the hardened organ in my mouth, and Gee’s fingers twisted in my hair, holding on tight. Bobbing my head, I took in more of Gerard’s length and played my tongue over the vein on the soft underside of his member. I suckled the soft skin in my mouth and very, very lightly ran an edge of teeth across the sensitive skin.
That seemed to be Gee’s undoing because he gripped my hair, and this time, I couldn’t stop him from thrusting into my mouth. With a loud groan, Gerard came and filled my mouth with salty come; I swallowed continuously and didn’t allow a single drop to fall. After a moment, Gerard let go of my hair, and I was able to look up at him. “I…I know that’s not exactly what you had in mind but –
Gerard knelt down and cupped my face in his hands. “Shut up, Frank,” he said with a smile. “Just shut up.” He kissed me, softly, and I leaned into to the touch. When he pulled away a few seconds later, I couldn’t stop the sound of disappointment that came from my throat. “We should get dressed – Jamia should be coming home soon, ya know?” I nodded and adjusted so that I was once again tucked away; I had to stand so that I could pull my tight jeans back over my hips and zipped the zipper. Looking around, I found my shirt on the floor – covered with cum.
“Shit,” I muttered and held it up to Gerard’s view. He swore when he saw it; there was no way I could wear it, but no way could I go without a shirt – I was covered with red marks and impressions of Gerard’s teeth. “I can put this is Jamia’s washer, I suppose…but…” Gerard walked over and grabbed his hoodie from the armchair and tossed it at me.
“We’ll tell her you spilled a drink on yourself,” he said, a little gruffly. I nodded and slipped the sweatshirt on. After the living room was once again pristine, we sat on the couch together; the silence was deafening. Pansy lay in her case, and I was tempted to play again, but…Gerard was right about one thing – she wasn’t my guitar anymore, and you didn’t just pick up another guy’s guitar and start to wail on it. It just wasn’t kosher.
Nearly an hour of stoic silence later, I heard the front door open; I don’t think I’d ever been more relieved to get away from alone time with Gerard. Gee hadn’t said a word to me since I pulled my tee shirt from the dryer and gave him back his hoodie – and he’d only said that, at least, we didn’t have to lie about anything now. I suppose that meant we weren’t saying anything to anyone about what had happened.
When I heard Jamia giggle and a manly chuckle, my whole body froze. She rounded the corner, a huge smile on her face. “Look who I ran into at the ‘store’.” Ray, Mikey, and two girls I didn’t recognize followed her into the living room; I felt the urge to vomit and was proud when I didn’t.
Mikey saw me first, and his face went from relaxed and carefree to pale and stiff in less than second flat. His hand was tightly wrapped around the taller brunette’s hand, and she winced visible; he must have been squeezing it super hard now. “F-F-Frank…” he stuttered. Ray looked at Jamia, who smiled widely, and then shrugged.
“I’m going to put this veggie-shit in the kitchen,” he announced, breaking into the silence. A soft smile appeared on his face as he stared at me. “I should have known who she was buying this for.”
I watched as my ex-bandmate kissed my ex-lover, and even though my gut was wrenching – I could, literally, feel the ulcers beginning to form – I smiled. “I’m really happy for you guys,” I couldn’t help but say aloud.
Jamia’s face was radiant; Ray even was smiling a fraction bigger than before. “You should have never come back, you son of a bitch,” Mikey’s voice broke in, and my smile disappeared. I looked at the younger Way, who was starting at me with daggers in his eyes. “Why the hell would you come back?”
Staring at Mikey, I tried to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat – tried to come up with something to say…anything. “I…I don’t know,” I finally said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. I was suddenly back where all of this shit began, confronting Mikey after getting caught. Looking at the floor, I tried to keep breathing, tried not to panic. “I-I’ll go.”
“You will not,” Jamia interrupted and stepped in front of me. “I invited you here, you’ll stay and eat.” She rounded on Mikey. “If you don’t like it, Michael, you know where the door is.”
“How could you?” Mikey asked. The anger had leaked from his voice, and tears were pooling in his eyes. “How could you choose him over me, J…a-after all he did to us?”
My heart wrenched as I thought to the hour before with Gerard; what would Mikey say about that? “Because it was two years ago, Mikes,” she said softly. “We’ve both moved on…found the loves of our lives…I let my anger for Frankie go…you should too.”
The brunette girl pulled her hand out of Mikey’s grip and moved to stand beside Jamia. “She’s right, Mikey.”
“Now you’re against me too?” he sneered and turned on his heel; he was gone and out of the house before any of them could move.
The brunette girl sighed and apologized, but before she could follow him, I said, “Wait.” She looked at me for the first time, and I saw just how pretty she was. “L-let me go…I-I should talk to him.”
She smiled sadly. “He’ll probably take a swing at you…whenever you get brought up, that’s all he can talk about….how much he wants to hit you.”
I shrugged. “I deserve it.” I smiled at Jamia – who had that particularly “proud-mama” look on her face – and followed the younger Way brother out of the house. What I assumed was Mikey’s and his girlfriend’s car still sat in the driveway. I could plainly see Mikey’s form sitting in the driver’s seat. His head was rested on the steering wheel. I crossed over to the passenger’s seat and opened the door before he could move. “Come on, Mikey,” I said, and he looked up at me. Tears glistened on his cheeks and shown in his eyes; but, the moment he saw me, anger clouded the sadness.
“Get out,” he demanded.
“Come on,” I said again and motioned outside the car.
“Get the fuck out, Frank!” he screamed. I shrugged and shut the door – but I didn’t leave. I stood and stared at him; and his eyes never left me. I could see the anger rolling across his face, and as the anger grew to a rage, I wasn’t surprised when he opened his car door and got out. “I fucking hate you, Frank,” he spat before flying at me.
Fists landed on my face, my torso – anywhere he could reach – and when I fell, he kicked me. Over and over, and I never raised a hand to defend myself. I let him beat the ever living shit out of me; he’d either stop when he got tired or I passed out. Either way…I deserved this. He had the right.
When I regained consciousness again – I don’t quite remember passing out, but apparently I had – I was on Jamia’s couch. I could only see out of one eyes…and Gods my body…I ached everywhere. I could hear someone sobbing, and I knew it was Mikey. I tried to sit up and was, gently, pushed back down. “Don’t move, Frank,” Gerard said softly. “You’re a fucking mess.”
“I-I’m f-fine…h-how is h-he?”
Gerard sighed. “Freaking out,” he said. “He thought he killed you…he was still kicking you when I stopped him. He said you’d been out for a couple minutes.” Nice. Now I knew why it felt like all of my ribs were broken – they probably were…or at least, bruised.
“T-tell…him…I’m a-alive,” I panted. Not that he’d care, I added in my head; good to know that my sarcasm hadn’t been beaten out of me.
Gerard stared at me a moment, and even with only one eye, I still caught the soft look on his face. I resisted the urge to touch him, but only just barely. Was it possible that he cared? I wouldn’t let myself hope…but there it was…a niggling feeling in my heart, squirming like a worm. “Okay,” he said, and he left my line of sight.
I heard quiet words, and then Mikey’s sobs choked to a stop. “F-Frankie?”
I tried to move my head…but that really wasn’t the brightest idea. “M-Mikey,” I finally said. The skinny man came into my line of sight, and I tried to stop the wave of fear that flooded my insides. “H-hey…man…” I smiled, but from the look on Mikey’s face…I wasn’t pretty.
“I don’t hate you, Frank,” he said softly. “I…I didn’t know I was still that angry.”
“I-I…d-deserve…m-more f-for w-what I d-did…”
Mikey shook his head, and a small smile worked its way onto his face. “Unless Jamia wants a turn, you won’t get any more from me. I don’t have anything left.” We stared at each other for a while longer, and then a girl entered my vision. Mikey’s girl. “This is Alicia,” he introduced formally, as if he hadn’t just beat the shit out of me. “She’s my fiancée.” I smiled at her, and her flinch told me I still wasn’t pretty. Oops.
“N-nice…m-meeting y-you…w-who is the o-other g-girl?”
“Oh, Lyn-z?” Mikey said, and then his face froze. “I’m sorry, Frank.”
“W-what?” God, don’t hit me again.
“Lyn-z is Gee’s wife.”
I asked you not to hit me again.
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