Frank had a plan.
It probably wasn't the best of plans, and probably wouldn't be terribly effective, but it was a decent enough plan.
The plan was called, for short, Code G.
Its full name, Code 'let's make Gerard as jealous as possible using my 10 point plan, and then he'll fall hopelessly irrevocably in love with me and we will get married and have 2.5 kids and live together forever'.
Frank decided that was too longer name; so Code G had stuck.
Frank had devised this plan during the breaks in his hectic teenage lifestyle, between jacking off to Gerard, Talking to Gerard, Talking i about /i Gerard, Thinking about Gerard.
And entertaining Mikey.
Who was on Franks' bed right now.
"Fraaaaaankeh"
"…"
"Fraaaaaaaaaaaaank"
"…"
"FRANK"
"…"
"Oh darling, beautiful Francis, won't you grace this lowly spirit with your undivided attention? I know you're busy… thinking about dicks and the such… But this is important!"
Frank sighed.
Mikey was a fool; and quite frankly an annoying ass, but…
"Yes, oh lowly one?"
"I was thinking... You know snakes?"
Frank groaned inwardly, it was another of i these /i. Mikey seemed to believe that Frank simply i had /i to know every single insignificant, irrelevant thought rattling around his skull.
His empty ass skull.
"Yes, Mikes. I know snakes" Frank humored.
"Well, I was thinking the other day, when Gerard and I were stoned off our tits, how weird it is that snakes are basically tails with faces. You know, they are basically just tails… With eyes, and-"
Frank threw a cushion at Mikeys' head.
The rambling monotone was grating inside Franks skull, and all he wanted to do was curl up in his bed, with his Code G notebook at start planning this baby.
But Mikey simply laughed it off, and started a full commentary on how inspirational the inventor of the poptart was on the modernization of snack foods in the twenty first century.
Frank doesn't pretend to understand Mikey, just simply nods and smiles.
At some point in the near future, Mikey left Franks room, heading for his own house.
His own house, with his brother.
His own house, inhabited by the sexy piece of ass that is Gerard Way.
Although Frank was pretty sure Mikey didn't think of Gerard as 'sexy ass'. If he did, Frank needed to have words with his gangly friend.
That piece of ass was Franks.
Well, TECHNICALLY, Frank mused, it was Jay's at this exact moment in time, but Frank chose not to dwell on this. Gerard's ass will be his, soon enough…
The excessive thought of Gerards' ass drew inevitable interest from Frank's dick. Tired and frustrated, Frank tried to ignore the ever growing tent in his boxers, but the insistent throbbing of his cock eventually won out.
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Constant thoughts of Gerard in exotic, explicit, arousing positions ran through Franks hormone riddled mind. Gerard on his knees, sucking Franks dick with gusto, Gerard spread on the bed, open and vulnerable to Franks cock, Frank stood over Gerard, Handcuffs in hand..
Dare he even think it, Gerard fucking HIM.
Frank wrapped his hand around his cock, savoring the moment. Squeezing slightly, but enough to frustrate himself.
Slowly, oh so slowly, Frank moved his hand from the base, umongst the wirey hair, up the shaft, to the tip, and back down.
slow… slow…
Taking his hand off his cock, and licking one thick stripe from the base of his palm, to the tip of his index finger, Frank moaned quietly.
Frank imagined Gerards mouth, Gerards pretty pink mouth, taking his fingers, coating them in cool saliva.
Frank wrapped his hand back around his cock and began at an almost painful speed.
Pumping his cock until it felt ready to explode, one last squeeze, and Frank came all over his own palm, Gerards name on his tongue.
Panting, still stroaking his oversensitive dick slowly, Frank opened his eyes, and hell, he couldn't even remember closing them…
Franks mother stood in the doorway.
A look of confusion on her face, but what stood behind her made Frank want to barf.
and die.
and never ever, i ever /i return
"H-hey Frankie…"
i Gerard /i