Part Seven

Gerard woke hours before Frank did, a little shaken up from the previous day. A lot had happened, really. It was a lot to take in.

The boy slipped out of the bed, more peacefully than the attempt last night, and decided to get dressed. Mikey would probably want to hang out with his friends again, and no doubt he'd drag Gerard along.

As if on cue, as soon as Gerard had gotten some skinny jeans and a sweater on, his brother pounded on the door.

"Gee! Cmon out! I know Frank's in there, too."

Gerard smiled a little bit, seeing Frank groan and roll over. He walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Mikey, Pete, Ray, and the other guy from Pete's house. Ben? No. What was his name? Bert! Aha.

"What do you want?" Gerard rose an eyebrow as the group walked in, Mikey first and Bert trailing last. Ray made his way to Gerard's bed, waking Frank up.

"We're gonna chill at Berts place today. He's having a party tonight."

"It's gonna be sick," Pete said loudly, causing Frank to roll his eyes.

"Yeah right," he grumbled groggily, his eyes half open. "All Berts parties consist of is drinking and grinding and getting high."

Pete laughed in response. "But that's your favorite, Frankie!"

He sighed and got out of Gerard's bed. "Whatever." Frank walked toward the door. "And don't call me Frankie."

Gerard watched after him before darting his eyes to Bert. He was pretty cute. Gerard wouldn't mind having a slice of th--

"So are you going willingly, or do I have to force you?" Mikey interrupted Gerard's thoughts before they got too sinful.

"I guess I'm going," Gerard said dryly. "If his party is tonight, then why are we hanging out earlier?"

"Well because we're his friends," Ray chuckled.

Mikey clapped his hands. "Vamos, people. Let's go."

"We have to wait for Frank to quit jackin' it in the bathroom," Bert cackled.

"He doesn't always jerk off in the morning," Pete snickered.

"Yeah he does."

Gerard rolled his eyes. "Would you guys just get out so I can get ready to leave?"

"Whatever, Princess," Mikey said with a smirk, resulting in Gerard playfully hitting his arm.

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Gerard sat on Berts couch, perching shyly in the mix of people. There was more people than Gerard really expected, if he was being honest. It was a small house, too, with a large amount of humans in it.

He had lost all of his friends a couple of hours ago when people started to show up. Gerard picked at the thread on his jeans.

"Having fun, Gerard?"

Berts voice snapped Gerard from dozing off.

"Not really," he whispered over the blaring music and chatter.

With one swift movement, Bert was over the back of the couch and then sat next to Gerard, one arm around the smaller male. "Why not? Want me to get you a drink?"

Gerard shrugged. "'M not much of a drinker," he mumbled with a blush.

Bert laughed loudly at that. "Baby, that's nonsense." He coughed, his breath wreaking of alcohol. Gerard may not be a drinker, but it was obvious that Bert was. "Let me get you something."

"Okay," he mumbled without a smile. One drink wouldn't hurt. Just to make Bert happy. Maybe if he was on Berts good side, he'd get a shot with him.

Bert nodded and stood with a crooked smile. "Come with me, then," he said in a slurred voice, pulling Gerard off the couch with more force than intended.

"Wow, you're really as light as Pete said," he smirked, making Gerard blush. Why did every conversation go straight to his weight?

Gerard smiled a little as Bert didn't let go of his hand as they walked through the crowd. "Yeah."

Once they were in the kitchen, Gerard saw Frank. He was by a beer keg, chatting with some kid with a big ass forehead. He was kinda cute. Man, Gerard was becoming quite the horndog.

"Drink this," Bert ordered with an intoxicated smile, handing Gerard a plastic cup.

He took a hesitant sniff before wincing. Was this literally straight vodka? Gerard took a sip. Yeah. It was. "Bert..."

Bert crossed his arms. "You really aren't a party-er, are you?"

Gerard shook his head.

"Well you're gonna learn to be," he scoffed, tipping Gerard's drink up to the boys chin again. Gerard winced and tried not to drink the stinging liquid, but at this point, Bert had the cup in his hand and was forcing it into Gerard's mouth, one hand on the back of Gerard's hair and pulling on it.

Once the cup was almost empty, Bert let go. Gerard coughed and sputtered, stepping backward. "Fuck!" He coughed hard, eyes watering. Frank and the boy he was having a conversation with had turned to look.

"You okay?" Frank stepped up hesitantly.

"He's fine," Bert said, walking between Gerard and the other man. He hooked an arm around Gerard. "Gee just took a big drink is all. He's fine now, right, baby doll?"

Gerard blushed heavily at the name, not even noticing Frank's hard and confused stare. Frank wasn't the most sober right now, either. "Mhmm," Gerard said shyly, shying into Berts arms. That was a lot of alcohol that Bert just forced into him.

He felt Bert starting to walk and followed him. They made their way up Berts stairs, not finding the upper floor empty. It was a big party. In the hallway, Gerard saw some girls doing some stuff. Stuff like cocaine. His eyes widened and he didn't say anything as they walked past.

When Bert pushed his way into the last room, a bedroom, there were a couple people just chilling out in there. "Beat it," he hissed, picking up a book from the shelf near the door and throwing it.

"Yikes, McCracken. Calm down, will ya?" The group of people made their way out of the room quickly, obviously intimidated by Bert.

Bert let go of Gerard and shut the door slowly. "Uh." Gerard was really feeling that vodka now. Wow. Wowie. Wowwww. He stood and watched Bert.

The tall man smiles sweetly. "Sorry, baby. I just didn't want those people in my room. I don't like people in here," he chuckled softly, laying down on the messy bed. Bert patted down next to him. "Cmere," he hummed with half lidded eyes.

Gerard nodded and did as he was asked, smiling a little as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Bert chuckled and pulled Gerard closer. "Baby..." He hummed and layed Gerard down. "Don't you want to be close to me? I saw you eyeballing me all day. Tell me what was going through that pretty little head of yours."

Gerard blushed madly. Wow, he wasn't expecting Bert to be so straightforward with things. Not that Gerard minded.

"Nothing," he giggled shyly, burying his face in the pillow.

Bert let out a forced laugh. "Geebaby," he cooed, spooning up behind Gerard. "Tell me."

Gerard bit his lip and looked up. Time to let his inner hoe shine. "You're just really hot. Really nice to look at."

Bert chuckled and ran a hand through his own tangly black mess of hair. "Aw, babe. Is that all?"

Giggling again, Gerard wiggled his hips. "Maybe. Maybe not."

The older man let out a hum and slipped his hands down the front of Gerard pants. Gerard squeaked in surprise, not expecting Bert to be so quick with this.

Berts hand slowly palmed Gerard's cock, and he pressed a slow kiss to the boys neck. "Y'wanna know what was going through my head?"

He gulped and nodded.

"I couldn't stop thinking about how I wanted to fuck you until you couldn't talk or walk or function." He sucked slowly, Gerard's member hardening a little bit. "Would you like that?"

He whimpered a little, pushing his hips backward into Berts. "Uh..sure.."

Bert grinned and flipped Gerard over onto his belly, ripping his hand out of the boys sinfully tight jeans.

He pulled Gerard's hips up into the air, his face pressed into the pillow. Bert kneeled behind Gerard, grinding with a low and guttural moan. As Bert slowly started to take Gerard's pants off his hips, someone interrupted.

"Gee?" Frank's voice echoed through the room, causing him to jump up. Bert jumped as well, turning toward the door.

Gerard's heart jumped to his fucking chest, and he raced to pull his pants up.

"What, Iero?" Bert groaned, shoving a hand down Gerard's pants again. He didn't care if Frank was gonna watch or not. "I'm kind of busy."

Frank raised an eyebrow. Gerard blushed hard, trying to squirm out of Berts firm grip. One of the man's hands had held onto Gerard's hip, keeping him there.

"Let him go, dude! He obviously doesn't want it?"

Gerard blushed even harder, covering his face with his hands. He bucked his hips up a little bit into Berts warm hands. Bert grinned. "Yeah he does! I can just feel how hard he is for me," he sneered, starting to jerk Gerard off at a fast pace.

Gerard gasped under Berts grip, frowning hard. He was so drunk. He didn't want Bert. Gerard tried to shy away, but Bert had a firm grip on his dick. There was no way in hell Gerard was gonna play tug-o-war with his cock, no matter how drunk he is.

"Let him go!" Frank stormed over to the bed, making Bert get a little intimidated and yanking his hand out of Gerard's underwear.

"Damn, Iero! Calm down! I was just trying to get him off," Bert grumbled. Gerard took the opportunity to slink off the bed, feeling more tipsy than before. He stumbled to the floor, laying face down.

"Don't touch him again," Frank hissed, helping Gerard to his feet. It wasn't the first time Gerard had fallen and Frank has yanked him off the floor. "Cmon, Gee. Let's go."

Gerard nodded and clung to Frank as they walked out of Berts bedroom and out of the house.