Love Found in a Coma - Chapter Fourteen

- Title: Love Found In A Coma - sequel to Going Away
- Author: crying_romance
- Pairing: Gerard/Frank?
- Rating: Nc-17/Pg-13
- Summary: Gerard woke up from a coma to discover that everything he felt wasn’t real and it’s tearing him apart. He struggles to remember what really happened, but as the pieces begin to fall in to place, will he be able to get over his love for somebody that his mind created or will he find that his mind and heart, were right all along?
- POV: 3rd person
- Authors Note:This is the sequel to my other story, Going Away. If you haven’t read it then you probably won’t understand this. The Italics are flashbacks and memories.
- Disclaimer: I'm a compulsive liar... this is the result. In other words it’s all fake.
- Dedications: To everyone that comments, I’m sorry if I don’t get a chance to respond but you make me want to keep writing, ♥ to paranoid_teen for his pure awesomeness and my slashy lover you_cant_see I ♥ you!:)

“Going Away” and Previous Chapters can be found in my writing journal: xximiss_youxx







Chapter Fourteen


After a few weeks of sneaking around, Gerard was ready to rip his hair out. He was getting beyond frustrated with Frank’s hollow promises about leaving Matty. Everyday it was the same thing, I will, when the time is right, I don’t want to hurt her, yada yada.

Gerard was feeling more and more guilty every time he saw them together, hating himself for coming in between them, but hating himself even more for not stopping it when Frank wouldn’t. He felt so alone at their social gatherings because Frank would be off with Matty and Natalie had already found another guy. He appeared to be the only single one of the group; therefore he was the loner.

One day, Gerard found himself sitting alone at a table at the skating rink while his friends were all skating. He watched in envy as Frank held Matty’s hand as they circled the floor together, the lights from the disco ball turning their skin vibrant colors. Frank stumbled around the corners every time his skates would knock together and they’d both laugh and he’d compose himself as they continued to skate.

Frank caught his eyes and smiled as they rode by, and Gerard forced one in return. Frank frowned when he noticed it and let go of Matty’s hand, telling her to skate with her friends and while he went to the bathroom. As he skated past the table he gestured for Gerard to follow him. Gerard sighed and stood up. He knew exactly what was coming; a heated make out session in a stall and he’d be left incredibly turned on when Frank went back to Matty.

He entered the empty bathroom where Frank had already taken his skates off in one of the stalls. He stood leaning on the door and when Gerard came in he walked over to him, grabbing his hands and rolling him into the stall, immediately grabbing Gerard’s head and pulling their lips together. It was hard enough to reach with their normal height difference so the skates made it nearly impossible. He pulled away and bent down, removing the other boy’s skates before standing back up on his tippy toes and reuniting their lips.

He pushed his hands up under Gerard’s shirt, loving the feel of the soft, chub of his stomach as he slid his tongue past his lips. He tilted his head, allowing the kiss to deepen, running his hands down Gerard’s back and letting his fingers rest there in the waistband of his jeans. He wanted to show him how much he meant to him, show him that even through his act, Gerard was the only one he wanted. He let one of his hands slip around Gerard’s hips, pressing down on the growing bulge. Gerard gasped in surprise. That was something new. They always had some kind of silent agreement and they never actually touched each other like that in public. Frank continued to circle his hand over Gerard’s crotch, kissing his neck as he gasped and moaned breathlessly, pushing his hips into the touch.

Frank replaced his hand with his own hips, grinding against the taller boy in a circular motion, but it wasn’t enough. He felt himself growing painfully hard and he needed more. He reached down to unbuckle Gerard’s belt, only to have his wrist grabbed tightly.

“What are you doing?” Gerard asked in a raspier-than-normal voice.

“I want you, Gerard.” He said seductively.

“Here?” Gerard asked in disbelief.

Frank nodded and undid his belt.

Gerard was surprised when his pants were undone and quickly pulled down to his ankles, the cold air giving him chills up his thighs. Frank gripped his erection, stroking slowly and a little awkwardly since he was still getting used to being with another guy.

He let go suddenly and worked on his own pants, pulling them off completely and tossing them aside, leaving his socks on his feet. He leaned against the opposite wall of the cubicle and pulled Gerard to him, laughing a little as he tripped over his pants.

Gerard pressed against him, rubbing their lower halves together. Their lips reattached and he gripped the smaller boy’s thighs, hoisting him up with all his strength and pressing his back harder into the wall. Frank’s legs locked firmly around his hips as they rubbed against each other. He tossed his head back against the and wall Gerard slipped his fingers into his mouth briefly before bringing around, making Frank gasp in shock as he pushed them into him. He moaned and began riding Gerard’s fingers with one hand on the older boy’s shoulders and the other gripping the top of the stall to steady himself.

Gerard removed his fingers and spit in his hand, rubbing it over his erection for some kind of lubrication before pushing into Frank slowly with a hiss. The younger boy moaned loudly and Gerard quickly covered his mouth with his own to keep him quiet as he began to thrust softly, his whole body trembling with pleasure. He held onto Frank’s thighs as he thrusted up into him and Frank let out a high pitched whine, just like he always seemed to do when Gerard bumped his spot.

“Shh, you have to be quiet.” Gerard panted, still pushing into Frank’s tight body.

Frank nodded and swallowed hard, staring into Gerard’s eyes as he helped roll their bodies together. He leaned forward and kissed a salty bead of sweat that was starting to roll down the older boy’s forehead before bringing their lustful gaze back together.

Those were the moments that Gerard suffered for. Intimate moments like that made feeling guilty well worth it, at least for the time being. Even against the wall in a grungy bathroom at a smelly skating rink, the sex had some sort of meaning; a way to reassure that it wasn't all for nothing.

Gerard’s legs started to grow tired and painful but he continued to push Frank harder into the wall as he thrusted faster; trying to get off before anyone came in. Frank grabbed his erection with the hand that was holding him up on the stall, wrapping the other arm around Gerard’s neck as he kissed him passionately. They gasped and groaned quietly into each other’s mouths. Frank whimpered and sore legs squeezed around thrashing hips as his orgasm shot through him, right onto Gerard's shirt. Gerard bit down on his shoulder to keep from moaning as Frank’s muscles spasmed around his cock. He kept pushing in and out until a moment later, his own body was spent from his own intense climax.

He released Frank’s shaky thighs and they slumped together weakly, kissing lazily. Gerard leaned down and pulled his pants up, buttoning and zipping them carefully before cleaning off his shirt with a piece of tissue. Frank got dressed and kissed him deeply one more time.

“I’ll go out first then you follow.” He said, stroking his lovers flushed cheek before leaving without another word.

Those were the moments that Gerard hated most; feeling used when Frank was gone, back to mingle with his girlfriend and pretend to be in love with her. He sank down to the bathroom floor and pulled his knees into his chest, burying his head in his arms and sighing. After a while, he stood up and walked out of the bathroom, returning his skates and leaving the rink without saying goodbye.

He couldn’t face Frank and he really couldn’t face Matty.




That night he was curled up on the sofa when he heard the doorbell ring. He got up and opened the door to find Frank standing out there with his hands in the pockets of his black track jacket. He stepped outside and closed the door so Mikey wouldn’t come downstairs and hear them.

“Hey.”

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Gerard asked.

“I wanted to come see you. You didn’t say goodbye today and you didn’t answer your phone when I called. I was worried.” He said, taking his hands out of his jacket and stuffing them into the pockets of his jeans.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t face Matty after the bathroom incident.”

“Why? It’s not like she knew anything.”

“That’s just it, Frank! She doesn’t know! You’re going around behind her back, hurting her and she doesn’t even realize it!” Gerard said, raising his voice.

“Calm down. I promise I’ll do it soon.”

“No you won’t.” Gerard scoffed.

“I told you, I’m doing this so I don’t hurt her and I’m doing it for you, so we can still be together.” Frank asked.

“You're not doing it for me, you’re doing it for you! You’re being selfish to both Matty and me. It’s not fair! You’re stringing us both along and you don’t even give a shit! What, are you on some fucking power trip or something?! You feel good being with two people at once?” He yelled, flinging his hands in the air.

“No! I just want to be with you, Gee. But I don’t know how to let her off so it won’t hurt her too bad!” He replied, lifting his shoulders to his ears and shaking his head.

“It’s not going to be easy, Frank! You knew that the first night you slept with me and you promised that you’d leave her. If you didn’t intend on keeping that promise you shouldn’t have even said anything.”

Frank let out a frustrated sigh, “Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?”

“Oh I’m being difficult? Maybe it’s because I’m tired of being played! I’m tired of your empty promises, Frankie. I’m tired of feeling used. I’m tired of feeling guilty because you won’t do your part in this relationship. I’m really fucking tired of being your dirty little secret!”

“You’re not!”

“Yes I am! And I’m tired of it. Make your choice now, are you going to stay with her or be with me?”

"God you sound like a fucking chick." Frank huffed, kicking the ground and rolling his eyes.

Gerard shook his head and glared in disbelief.

“Fine, fuck off, Frank.” He said turning to go inside.

“Gee-”

“Don’t ‘Gee’ me, Frank. Just leave. I’m fed up with waiting for you.” He said, going inside and closing the door in Frank’s face.

He went up to his room and opened his window. His hands were shaking as he lit a cigarette, almost choking as he inhaled deeply. It had been so long since he had any sort of drug in his system and with this new feeling of emptiness in his stomach he was starting to crave something, bad. Anything to dull the pain. But he promised himself that he wouldn’t do it again, for himself and for Mikey and his family. So instead he released his frustrations in the form or art and tears.



After Gerard shut the door in his face, Frank sat down on the steps and put his head in his hands.

He had dug himself into a hole and he knew it.







* -Blah, I’m sick I feel like crapola so this chapter isn’t as long as I was going to make it. Now I’m going to go lay down and watch “Monster”, great movie and Mmmm Christina Ricci – one of my girl crushes ^_^ ♥