When I calmed down enough to be able to speak, Gerard asked me what happened.
"It was after gym, and this guy said… said that the reason I was always the last one out of the changing rooms was 'cause I wanted to watch the guys… getting changed, and then he beat me up. I didn't even say anything to him, and it's not true anyway!"
"Frank, I know it's not. You don't deserve this." He said quietly into my ear, taking both of my hands in his and pulling me up off the bed, kissing me. I kissed back as he began to explore my mouth, making me weak at the knees at the sensation of our tongues brushing against each other. He pushed me backwards a few steps, until I felt the wall behind me. Our lips separated for a few moments as he took my shirt off, pulling his off too. Our mouths crashed back together, blood from the cut on my lip could be tasted in both our mouths, but I didn't care, his hands now concentrated on my belt buckle, undoing my jeans and sliding them off me. He pushed me down onto his bed, straddling me. I moaned slightly, feeling his crotch pressed against mine. I looked up at him, my heart beating at what felt like twice its normal rate.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, I… I'm just not sure… um…" I mumbled, blushing slightly
"Nervous?" The way he said it made me feel stupid. I shook my head. "Or just not sure if you wanna do this?"
"Kinda." I whispered.
"We don't have to if you don't want to." he said. I started to nod slowly, but then I felt his hands creeping under the waistband of my boxers. I groaned and closed my eyes, feeling the blood rushing to a point below my waist. I felt his lips on mine and the feeling of uncertainty was gone. Suddenly he stopped and stood up. I stared at him.
"What? You said you didn't want to." he said innocently. I sat up and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him back to the bed. He grinned and kissed me, the rest of our clothes quickly coming off and he straddled my hips. He reached over to the drawer of his night stand, and pulled out some lube. "You sure you wanna do this?" he said. I nodded, watching as he covered two fingers in it, then slipped one finger inside of me, quickly followed by the other, receiving a low moan from me. I bit my lip as he withdrew the fingers and covered his stiff member in it also, then dropped it onto the floor. I moaned as he slid into me, closing my eyes, my back arching. He began to move within me, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body as he got faster and faster. "Oh… Gerard." I whispered, clenching my fists, leaving nail marks in the palms of my hands.
"You ok?" he said quietly into my ear. I nodded, letting out a moan. "I don't wanna hurt you." He leant down to kiss me, biting at my lip. He grabbed my hips to push himself further into me.
"Shit! Gerard!" I yelled. I kissed his neck, biting softly at the skin, achieving several moans from the older boy. Above our groans of pleasure, we both heard Mikey.
"Gerard?"
"Mikey piss off!" Gerard yelled, putting a hand over my mouth.
"Uh… okay…" said Mikey, and his footsteps faded. I looked back at Gerard and he grinned at me, wrapping his hand around my length and moving his hand in time with his thrusts. I threw my head back, allowing a moan to escape my lips, although Mikey was probably still nearby.
"Are you close?" he whispered. I tried to speak, but I couldn't form recognisable words. I just nodded. Thirty seconds later, I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Shit." I choked out, digging my nails into the side of his torso, but he barely seemed to notice. I came on his chest, and seconds later I gasped as he released inside me, his whole body shaking. He collapsed down next to me. I was drawing ragged breaths, trying to even out my breathing.