sunken eyed best friend of mine
why do you sit so still, still shaking?
superhero sapped of all powers
i'll kneel beside you, watch you for hours
why do you sit so still, still shaking?
superhero sapped of all powers
i'll kneel beside you, watch you for hours
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F R A N K
I E R O
Gerard's kisses and touches sent jolts through Frank's entire body; he punctuated each of them with low, quiet inhaling, his breath hitching in his throat. It was anything but fair, how his friend could control him so easily, render him weak and powerless and absolutely unable to think straight - in every sense of the word. He barely paid any attention to how his d**k had apparently been baptized without his consent. By the time Gerard's fingers were on the zipper of his pants, Frank was absolutely certain it was happening, whatever "it" was, and was so caught in the moment that he didn't formulate the slightest attempt to protest.
When Gerard stopped, however, he regained his senses almost immediately. He shot him a look of utter disbelief, saying that's it?! without actually saying anything, simply staring. His cheeks were hot; he felt feverish. He watched as Gerard didn't even take his shirt and picked the other one instead. What had all of this been about? Teasing, of course, but - argh. That had maybe gone a little too far.
"Didn't win anything," he mumbled, quickly rolling to the side, grabbing his shirt, and not yet buttoning his pants because...well. "You," he pointed his index at Gerard's face, "are ******** evil, man." He slipped off the bed. Literally slipped. Clutching the shirt. Well ********, he was going to die of embarrassment. Spontaneously catch on fire and turn to ashes on the spot, maybe. "I - Wait for me downstairs. Yeah? I'll be there in a minute. Then. Waffles." He got up and dashed straight to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind him. He didn't move an inch until he heard Gerard's footsteps, confirming he was doing as he was told and going to wait ********," he sighed, back pressed against the door. The situation was absolutely ridiculous and there was no way to save face now. None. Still, he didn't have many options - with Gerard being a goddamn cocktease, he'd just have to, erm, 'take the matter into his own hands'. Literally.
Once he was able to walk out of the bathroom and not look like the most depraved human being on the face of the planet (which took two minutes top with the kind of visual material he had, goddammit) he was faced with a dilemma. He could either a) laugh about it, even throw in a "well, Batman is always ready for action!" for good measure, or b) pretend he had spent the last three minutes washing his hands or gazing at the shower curtain or doing virtually anything but jerking off. He opted for the latter.
"M'sorry I made you wait, let's go." His face was purposely devoid of emotion; so was his tone. Otherwise, let's bet he would have looked and sounded downright mortified by the recent events.
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“SUPERSTITIOUS HYPERREALIST”
I'LL MAKE YOU MINE
dewy palm, cemetery lawn
walk alone in gardens of loss
you can't have a flower of stone
never let this soil come between us
walk alone in gardens of loss
you can't have a flower of stone
never let this soil come between us
(i'm asking you on a date for the rest of your life)
