Alex's POV
Me and Sam just sat in the empty house. No one around, nobody to talk to. What had this come to? Why did he do this to us? Why couldn't things just be like a normal friendship? Then again, 'normal' is different to everyone. Our parents and the doctors adviced us to go home. We went to mine. Fuck knows where my mum and dad had buggered off to, I don't care either. All I know is they've locked us in my house.
I'll tell you something about my parents; they like to drink. There is always some form of alcohol lying around, enough to get you drunk. Pefect. I grabbed two VS vodka bottles, chucked one to Sam, and drank. Few minutes passed, and the bottles were empty. Yes, I know, our friend has just attempted suicide and we are sitting here getting drunk. We mumbled nonsense to each other till we were shouting idle words and flailing our arms crazily around.
"Shouldn't of we- like of called Fra... Fra... Frank?"
"Ohh, umm, I-I mean, yeah but_ but..."
I found myself slowly moving closer to him, then closer, and we were connected. Our lips pressed against each others. I carried it on to a kiss, and Sam followed. It felt aweful, terrible, so wrong, but I really needed something, anything. He's my friend, it's wrong, but he's turning me on. My friend tried to commit suicide, alcohol makes you do weird things. Our lips moving in sync, and fast. I broke away and turned my ipod on, playing whatever it was last. We resumed our positions, and Sam crawled over me.
He un-zipped my pants and ripped off my shirt, literally. I peeled his off and unbuttoned his pants. We were then just two horny teenagers on boxers, well, in boxers for a few seconds anyway.
I woke up in the middle of the night, sticky and sweaty. I realised what had happened all the day before, and felt sick.
~flashback~
I entered him, protected and lubed up. It was hard, and fast. I had so much anger and stress to release, and he was my victim. I pumped his length the same rhythm as me pulling out and pushing back in. Sam squirmed and moaned, I was silent. I started to kiss his neck as I forced him against the wall and went faster. Just as I was about to cum, I pulled out of him, turned Sam around, and made him straddle me. I pushed back in and once again forced him to the wall.
After around ten more minutes of fucking, I felt his muscles tighten, he was about to cum. I blew my load just as he was about to, dropped him, and put his member in my mouth. Sucking really hard, deep throating him, Sam came in my mouth. I forced back a gag as the warmth trickled down my throat.
~present tense~
We had no clothes on, led down in the lounge, dirty. Quickly I ran to the bathroom and puked up my stomachs contents. After waiting till I was clear, I got dressed, and phoned my mum. No answer. Damn...
Sam's POV
Waking up hung over, sore from sex, and worrying about whether your friend is alive is not a good thing to experience. I looked at the time. 00:47. I got up, got some pants on, and went to the kitchen. A phone started to ring, and I answered.
I ran around the house and found Alex cleaning the bathroom. Sick. He looked at me, blushed, and then became concerned.
"What, what is it?"
"Bradley's awake."
A/N: Okay, I am aware that this chapter involved neither Gerard or Frank, but the next one however... XD I need to re-read them, I forgot what happened... in my own story :L And there is the sex not rape scene. I really dunno whether to be predictable or unpredictable about 'Rardy and Frankie Bear. Oh, remember I decided to do this instead of revise for my biology exam :3 Well, if I didn't do it for physics or chemistry, I'll be fine :L How was your Christmases (bad grammar there :L) and boxing day, and new year. I walked around drunk on new year, got a cut on my arm due to my cat Indie and my drunk uncle, and boxing day the cider tasted like piss :3 Excuse the spelling mistakes btw. Anyways, my preciousssssss, as per usual, R+R 3 (Wednesday 4th January 11:03pm - got bored. :L Hurricane Bawbag I think is hitting England. FUN!)