Here I am again, gracing the internet with my rambles. I'm hoping that this story is being enjoyed, I'm very grateful for any reviews. I'm very sorry that the chapters won't be updated as often as I'd like, but studying and family life is getting in the way. Usual shout outs to my babe MitchiMarra, my adorable boyfriend, and my beautiful reviewers and readers.

Chapter Four- The Fuck Up

Gerard's POV

I let out a soft whimper in to my hand as I finished, shuddering in pleasure, closing my eyes tightly and gasping. Once I had regained composure, I moved my hand away from my softening length, shivering at the sudden loss of contact. I cleaned myself off with a tissue, still panting slightly, my cheeks pink from the fact that, not for the first time, I had gotten myself off to the thought of my room mate doing the most exotic and pleasurable things to me.

I was just going to lie down and close my eyes in an attempt to calm my still racing heart, when I smelt coffee. I sat up straight, and smiled slightly, breathing in deeply. Coffee…and…and maybe pancakes? Standing up, stumbling slightly, I resumed getting myself decent before leaving.

Iero's POV

I couldn't help but stare at Gerard. He was sitting on a chair, his legs tucked up in front of him and his hands were clutching a coffee cup. He took a long sip of the addictive liquid, closing his eyes and sighing, licking his lips slowly, wriggling happily. That, I guess, is the first solid fact I know about my room mate. Gerard has a coffee addition. So on presenting him with coffee and pancakes upon his awakening, I had hopefully gotten on to his good side. I smiled slightly, looking away as Gerard almost purred in happiness.

"Thank you"

I looked at him again, and gave him a small, lopsided smile.

"Any time, Gerard." I said, sipping my own coffee. He nodded slowly and we sat in lazy silence for a while, eating and drinking.

"So what are your plans for today?" I asked, standing up to stretch. Gerard shrugged and bit his lip.

"Don't know" he muttered. I chewed the inside of my mouth thoughtfully, thinking.

"We could go out?" I suggested. Gerard gazed at me, looking confused.

"You w-wanna hang out…with me?" he said in a puzzled tone. I looked at him, raising my eye brow slightly.

"Yeah. I like you" in more ways than one, I added silently. Gerard blinked and nodded to himself.

"But look." he pointed to the television, which was on mute, and brought my attention to the weather forecast. Ah. Rain, hail, storms, beautiful.

"Well, we could watch movies?" I crossed my fingers behind my back, and to my relief he nodded.

In the course of the next hour, we were comfortable on the couch, gazing at Tim Curry as he sashayed across the screen. I jumped as the rain, which had been quietly falling at a steady rate, suddenly intensified and became louder and harder, smashing against the windows. There was a muffled sound from Gerard that sort of sounded like "nuffnonomuhfuck!", and I looked over at him to see him curled up in an even tighter ball, his hand over his mouth.

Gerard's POV

Oh god, did I just do that? Come on, for Christ's sake, it's rain. I bit in to my hand harder, but not hard enough to prevent the next awkward mumble that fell out of my mouth as the deep rumble of thunder shook my bones. I blushed deeply as I noticed Frank's eyes on me, a look of concern and confusion on his oh, so pretty face.

"Sorry" I whispered around my hand, looking at the floor, trembling as thunder ruined the morning peace.

"What's the matter?" asked Iero, shuffling over to me.

"Just got a little f-fright" I stuttered, biting my lip. I let out a tiny squeak as lashings of hail pounded against the window, shuddering as Iero took my hand, torn between pulling away and wanting him to hold tighter.

"Are you scared of storms?" he queried quietly. I nodded shakily.

"Have been since I w-was a little girl" I joked feebly, my eyes trained on my hand, watching his fingers trace light patterns on my skin. I gazed at him as he walked away and pulled the curtains over the window. He sat back beside me, and slowly slid an arm around my shoulders, a comforting gesture that made me shiver slightly.

"Iero" I whimpered as he gazed at me, leaning closer. I was pushed in to corner of the couch, with Iero's arm around me, his hand rubbing my shoulder gently, his thigh closely pushed against mine. He kissed my forehead gently, bringing a blush to my cheeks.

"Call me Frank" he whispered. I nodded, slightly breathless, and, as subtly as I could, pulled a small cushion over my lap, attempting to hide what the feeling of his lips on my skin had done. I looked away under his searching eyes, squeezing the pillow in my hands.

"Gerard. Look at me" Iero-I mean, Frank's, soft command brought my gaze up to meet his, holding my breath, my lips parted slightly, trembling slightly in nerves and excitement, his eyes searching mine-

He kissed me.

His lips were on mine before I knew what was happening, his hand on my cheek and his mouth moving mine, a soft, gentle kiss that made my heart somersault. I pulled away anxiously.

"Frank…" I whispered desperately, confused.

"Yeah, Gee?" his eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed and he was gazing at me with an erotic intensity.

"What are we…what are we doing?" I was answered by another kiss, this one more passionate, harder, more wanting. His hand were supporting himself, his position forcing me to lie down underneath him, my legs open to him. I slid my arms round his waist, kissing him back slightly nervously, glad for the pillow between our crotches as it concealed a part of me that was very happy for this kind of attention. I let out a quiet groan as he gently took my lower lip between his teeth, biting and sucking it gently, running his tongue over the sensitive flesh before kissing me hard, gently pushing his crotch against mine as best he could. He reached down and swept the pillow on to the floor, making me pull away from him and gasp anxiously.

"Frankie!" I whimpered, wriggling slightly, well aware of how my arousal stood out. He kissed my cheek gently.

"What's the matter?"

"I-I'm so…" I blushed, attempting to hide myself shyly.

"So what?" Frank seemed to have no idea what was wrong, and was eagerly kissing my neck, pressing a knee ever so gently against my crotch, creating an unbearable pressure. I moaned suddenly as he bit in to my neck, pulling me up so that I was straddling him. He let out a quiet groan as I kissed him passionately, grinding in to his crotch. I felt Frank's hands slip up my shirt, and I gasped as he began teasing my nipples, throwing my shirt to the floor, making me moan as he used his mouth all over my torso.

"Fuck!" I groaned, arching my back in pleasure. Twisting strands of his hair in my hands, I pulled his head back and kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue, all the while gently moving myself against his arousal. He moved his hand to my length, clearly visible underneath my jeans, and pressed that in such a way that every time I moved, I pleasured the both of us. The apartment was filled with gasps and quiet moans of pleasure, the sounds muffled as they fell in to each others mouths'. A sudden, sharp ringing startled me, and I almost fell off of Frank, squeaking as I felt the vibrating of his phone against my thigh.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" muttered Frank, flustered, pulling out his phone and looking at it, before looking up at me, evidently seeing the disappointment in my face.

"It's a client, I'm sorry" Frank apologized, sounding agonized. He sighed heavily and placed the still ringing phone on the floor, going to kiss me again, but I pulled away.

"What am I to you?" I asked, surprising myself by sounding pretty loud. Frank opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. I moved off of him, sitting on the edge of the couch.

"I…I don't know, this is all so fast. It's just I've liked you for so long, I really have, I…" Frank rubbed the back of his head, shifting himself in his jeans.

"Am I just another client?"

"No! No, no, don't say that, don't even think that!" Frank said desperately, standing up and holding me by the shoulders. I bit my lip hard and stood up also, moving away from him.

"But what about us? Why did you kiss me?" I asked, blinking away tears of confusion.

"Because I really like you, Gee."

"Why didn't you say something?" I demanded, anger and confusion coating my nerves and stutter with adrenaline.

"Well, why didn't you say something, huh? It's not easy, you know!" he almost yelled at me. I let out a groan of frustration.

"Is this just something to do with your job?" I glared at him searchingly.

"No! Why can't you just accept that?"

"Because I can't compete with your clients, can I?! You always have someone with you, always, and you've never suggested you like me, at all, and suddenly you start kissing me?!" I yelled, spreading my hands in an exasperated gesture.

"It isn't like that" Frank said quietly.

"Then what is it, huh?" I growled.

Frank's POV

Oh, shit, he's so fucking mad. I don't understand it, one minute we're making out, next we're fighting?

"Look, Gee, listen to me" I begged, grabbing his hands. He looked at me, and suddenly burst in to tears. I pulled him down on to the couch next to me and hugged him, biting back tears of my own. God, what's going on?

"I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry" he wept in to my chest. I wound my arms tighter around him, kissing the top of his head.

"Gee, please. I'm sorry" I said softly, tilting his face up so he looked at me.

"Please, I just want you to explain" he whimpered, hiccupping with another sob.

"I need this job, Gee, I need this. It's the only thing I've got, okay? The money's so good, and I couldn't get anything else, I've tried." I explained desperately.

"Frankie, why is the money so important? You could really get hurt, you can't see how dangerous this is!" he groaned, clutching my hand.

"Gee, we can work this out. It's just my job, I really like you, please" I gazed at him desperately.

"But you have sex with them" he whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"It doesn't mean anything" I told him, brushing away his tears. He stood up suddenly, and looked down at me.

"Frank, you have sex with strangers!" he cried. I stood up and tried to hold his hands, flinching when he pushed me away.

"I know, but I need the job!"

"Then you don't need me" he whispered quietly, making me whimper as he walked away from me.

Gerard's POV

Curling up in to a tighter ball on my bed, I let out another sob. Today had gone so wrong. It had been so perfect, he likes me, I really like him, we could have worked! Oh, god. As much as I like him, love him, it's his job, it kills me. He has sex with total strangers, who ever he wants, where would I fit in? I buried my face in my pillow, muffling my tears, not wanting him to hear me. The apartment, as spacious and luxurious as it was, allowed sound to carry through everywhere. Especially from Frank's 'office', every time someone went in, their screams of pleasure worked their way through everywhere, making me cringe. It was clear that he was good at his job, and in a way that made me feel even worse. In one morning, I've thrown what could have blossomed in to a relationship away. And Frank made me so much better, my stutter wasn't really that bad, my voice was slightly louder, I felt safer and more confident. Oh, god, what have I done?

Frank's POV

I ran my hand through my hair, sighing, shifting the phone slightly. The ringing tone stopped, and I heard a faint scuffle.

"Frank? What's up?" Mikey's voice was quiet and sleepy, but he sounded happy and cheery as usual.

"Mikey, I'm really sorry to bother you, I hope I'm not interrupting, I just really need to talk to you. It's pretty serious" I crossed my fingers, hoping he had time to talk to me. I needed him.

"Sure, Bob's apparently away to fix my birthday treat before tomorrow, so I have like an hour to kill anyway. What's wrong?"

"I…me and your brother…" I trailed off, unsure of how to continue this, feeling awkward.

"He has a huge crush on you, I know." I could hear the amusement in Mikey's voice. I frowned.

"How did you know?"

"He's my brother. I know these things" Mikey sounded smug.

"Well, I really like him…and this morning we kinda…well, we were kissing and stuff, and a client called me-"

"Oh, don't tell me you answered it!" interrupted Mikey. I could almost see his extravagant hand gestures.

"No, no, I didn't. But he got really upset, and we got in to a bit of a fight."

"Because he feels like he'd just be another part of your job, that he couldn't compete with your clients, that you wouldn't really care about him?"

I opened my mouth to speak, and shut it again, frowning.

"Has he called you already? How do you know all that?"

"Honey, it's obvious" Mikey explained in his 'I'm gay, I know everything, dahling" voice. I sighed, nibbling on my lip thoughtfully.

"What should I do?" I asked, my voice pleading, close to tears. I could almost hear the cogs turning in Mikey's brain as he tried to work it out, thinking through it like he would one of the problem solving questions he was so fond of.

"Okay, so here's what I think…"

Wow, that was a lot of dialogue. Ah, well, it counts as studying for my English exam tomorrow *dies* oh god. Anyhoo, my loves, thank you for reading! Reviews keep me going strong!