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Gerard's POV

I walked into the bedroom to see Frank laying in the middle of the bed, looking up at the ceiling, his arms folded across his chest.

"Hey," I said sitting beside him on the bed. "They left. You don't have to sit in here and mope any longer," I added.

"I'm just so pissed off. I swear on my life that Bob is Dr. Krustallos. I fucking know it!" he said.

"You don't have to convince me. I believe you," I spoke.

"So then why didn't you stand up for me? Why did you let me cop that shit from Erica?" he asked me.

I thought for a minute. I didn't really want to tell him the real answer.

"Do you want the sugar-coated answer? Or the real one?" I asked him.

"Tell me the truth," he spoke, rolling on his side and looking at me. I sighed. He was gonna hate me in less than a minute.

"I didn't want to get involved because I remembered what it was like to be on her bad side and I didn't want to ever have her angry at me again," I confessed. Frank sat up with a shocked look on his face.

"Do you realize how selfish you are?" he asked me, sounding stunned that this was the reason I didn't speak up.

"I'm sorry. I know. I should have supported you. I love you," I tried to apologize. Frank then gave me a look of distaste.

"Bullshit you do. You didn't even think of me once while Erica and I were fighting. You were too busy thinking about yourself and your reputation," he spoke angrily.

"Frank, I said I was sorry. I do love you. You know that," I said calmly.

"You might love me, but you love yourself more. You and your Dark Ninja celebrity status. All the girls prefer you over me. Haven't you ever read stuff about us on the internet? All the girls wish that you weren't gay. They all want you. They want me to die by accident. You're such an asshole. I hate you!" he exclaimed, getting off the bed. He was about to try and walk out the door, but I rushed and blocked the door frame.

"Are you fucking serious? You think that I'm in love with myself? I loathe myself," I tried to explain to him.

"Bullshit you do. You probably have wet dreams about yourself," Frank retorted.

"Seriously Frank, lose the bitchy attitude. It makes you look unattractive," I said, starting to get angry.

"Oh. So now I'm not only worth your love, but I'm ugly too? Well fuck you Gerard! Why don't you just go have an incestuous orgy with your brother and Erica, because right now, I do NOT want anything to do with you," he spoke as I slammed my lips to his. I did not want to get any angrier at Frank than I had already. I hated being hated. And suddenly I craved love.

Frank didn't push away. Instead, he kissed back. And his knees began to grow weak. I briefly pulled away from him.

"I don't think that's the truth," I spoke, kissing him.

"It fucking is," he tried to reply, kissing me.

"Well then why are you kissing me?" I asked him, kissing him once more as my hands moved to his pant-clad package. I began to rub him between the material.



"Because I can," Frank retorted sternly.

"Shitty excuse," I told him, kissing him once more as I moved my lips down to his jaw. As I kissed down to his neck, I gently moved him back towards the bed. My lips then began to suck on one spot of his neck. It made him moan.

"You're the biggest douche bag I have ever met," Frank began to rant again. "You just stood there and didn't say anything. Mmmmm. And you let me look like a jackass. You could have stopped everything from getting out of hand," he yelled at me angrily as I continued to suck on his neck. Suddenly, he took matters into his own hands and using his super-strength, he slammed me down onto the bed before he straddled me and just stared at me angrily.

"Are you fucking listening to me?" he asked me. I snorted

"No. But when did you all of a sudden get your period?" I replied.

"Oh no no no no. I am not the woman of this relationship," he tried to tell me.

"You so are. And why don't you give this whole shitty attitude a break now? It's obvious that you still love me," I taunted. This had to be the weirdest situation I had ever been in. The guy I was in love with was seriously yelling at me and was totally pissed off with me. Yet we'd been making out. And now he began to grind his hips down into mine.

"Why should I when you're an obnoxious ass-kisser who doesn't even listen to his boyfriend? You even said it. You don't listen to me. And you know what? I think I might move out. Because obviously we're not ready to live together. You fucking didn't even stand up for me when I was told by Erica that the only reason that I lived here was because I was banging you!" he screamed, obviously trying to get a reaction out of me which he was gonna get.

The grinding became worse as we were both panting, while I tried to reply to Frank.

"You are banging me!" I screamed back. "And I seriously don't get why you're trying to turn this whole thing around on me. I don't even see what I've done wrong other than not show enough support in your beliefs. And I apologized for that. And now you're getting all up my ass like I'm fucking Hitler!" I exclaimed, as Frank's super-speed rid us both of our clothes in a matter of seconds.

"There'll be more of me up your ass in a minute," he told me, grabbing the lube off the top of the night stand. He didn't put on a condom. Sure, it was safer to, but we were both clean, and neither of us had been apart for long enough to possibly have cheated.

"Now who's fucking not listening Frank? You know, at first, I treated this whole argument while flirting as a joke. But now I see just how serious you are. And you know what? If you're gonna pick arguments with me which are not worth fighting over, then maybe we should call it quits. Maybe I should've just ignored you when you kept trying to get back into my life after we revealed our secret identities to one another. Remember all your attempts to reconcile with me? Looking back on it, you were almost like a stalker!" I yelled at him, crying in pain as he entered me.

"Yeah, but after we reconciled, you led me on. And you know what? I even whined about it to my Mom. Everyone saw you leading me on, but what did they care? They weren't the ones fucking hurting every night!" he spoke. "So - fucking - stop - dragging - up - shit - from - the - past- cause- it's - pathetic!" he exclaimed, punctuating every word with a thrust.

"Stop, uhh right there, giving me reasons to bring shit up, oh fuck, from the past!" I retaliated, moaning as his cock brushed up against my prostate.

"Well - maybe - if - you - supported - me - I - wouldn't - be - mmmm fuck - giving - you - any - reason - to - bring - it - up," he panted. I was guessing he was getting closer, because one of his hands moved around to the front of me and began pumping me in time with his thrusts.

"See? There you go again. Spinning this whole thing around on me. Well maybe if you had been nicer to Erica about your suspicions and not calling her a dumb, blind bitch every chance you got, she wouldn't have gotten pissed off with you and you wouldn't be taking out your anger on me," I yelled, feeling my orgasm sneak up on me. "Oh god I'm uhhhh oh fuck ohhhhhh" I moaned as my load shot out of me, pleasure overwhelming me.

"Fuck Gerard!" he moaned as I felt him release inside of me. We both rode our orgasms out before he pulled out of me and laid beside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. I was currently pissed off with him but loved him so much at the same time. It was fucking weird. I'd never argued with someone all the way through sex before.

"Why is it so hard for me to still hate you right now?" Frank puffed out.

"Cause you love me," I told him.

"I'm sorry for being such a jackass," he apologized.

"I'll only accept it if you accept my apology for not supporting you like your boyfriend should," I told him. He giggled before rolling over and pecking my nose.

"I accept it," he replied. "You know, that was the weirdest sex we've ever had. It was kinda hot in a way," he pointed out. I chuckled. I think he knew just as well as I did that if we weren't as horny as we both had been, that weird, angry hate-sex would never have happened.

"You know, since we just had a sex-fight, I think make-up sex is called for," I decided, pulling him on top of me once more. Frank giggled before attaching his lips once more to mine. And as we had sex again, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was that I had Frank. I was gonna do better at supporting him in the future.

 


Date: 2015-02-28; view: 534


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