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Gerard reached for his cup of coffee, put it to his mouth, only to realise it was empty. He sat it back down and looked up from his drawing for the first time in hours. The streak of sunlight streaming through the little crack of window he had told him it was light out.
Daylight already?
He ran a hand through his greasy, short hair and yawned. When’s the last time he slept? He should probably try to get some.
Gerard stood from his desk and shuffled over to his bed. He didn’t have to change, he was dressed only in underwear, which is how he usually slept. He crawled into his bed, laying his head on his pink pillow and bringing a blanket over him. He closed his eyes and waited.
And waited…
And waited some more.
Goddammit. He couldn’t sleep because he could hear the shuffling of feet and laughter from above him. Mikey must have had a friend over. He sat up in frustration.
Gerard grabbed his smokes and lighter off his bedside table. He lit a cigarette and put it to his mouth. He silently sat there, puffing on his cigarette and hoping the nicotine would be enough to lull him to sleep. It often was.
His eyes sightlessly scrolled over the items in his room through a haze of smoke. His sight turned upon an unlabeled VHS tape sitting on the edge of his player.
Oh, that would be just what he needed to help him fall asleep.
He scooched to the end of his bed, coming within reach of both the tape and the player. He popped the VHS tape in. His CRT T.V. burst to life when he pressed a bottom along the bottom edge.
Of course he had forgotten to rewind the tape the last time he watched it.
Gerard reached up and held the rewind button, already becoming excited as he watched a blur of red and white flash across his screen. He stopped the tape near the beginning. A woman’s terrified face is shown, the bottom of her face covered by duct tape. Her mascara is dripping from frightened tears. Then a massive hunting knife comes into frame.
Gerard leaned back against his bed and shoved his underwear down. The first cut is inflicted upon the woman’s naked breast. She starts to writhe hard against her restraints, futility screaming into her makeshift gag. Bright red blood pours from the wound. It smears across her pale, white skin in the most beautiful way.
Gerard had already watched this tape dozens of times, but it never failed to wake his cock up. He spat into his hand and moved it to start toying with himself. His cock was average, save for the unruly tangle of wiry, brown pubes at the base. He’d never had the motivation to shave. No one beside himself had ever touched him down there. It was the same reason he often skipped showers or even changing his clothes. He was a lonely, unloved virgin and would probably stay that way forever because of stuck-up platinum blondes like the chick on the tape.
God, he loved watching her get murdered over and over again.
Her getting her throat slit was always the best part. He sped up his strokes in anticipation for the quick, deep slice across her throat. She was a squirter, alright. Her carotid artery spurted blood all over her naked body, useless body. You could even hear her gurgling as she finally laid down and died. It was better than any cumshot in any porno.
Gerard laid even further back on his bed, letting himself really spread out. The tape was unsatisfactorily short, leaving him with his imagination. Luckily, the man’s imagination was even more depraved than anything he could view through his T.V.
Gerard plucked the cigarette from his mouth. He balanced it on the edge of his ash tray as he focused more on gratifying himself. He was already so close, the face of someone he had once known dancing behind his eyes. A highschool cheerleader. The head cheerleader, in fact. He was imagining her getting stabbed over and over and over again.
“Gerard?” A questioning voice came. Footsteps on the stairs leading down to his room.
Who the fuck was that?
Gerard barely had time to get his underwear up his legs before the person turned the blind corner. A pale young man with short, black dyed hair stood awkwardly at the edge of his room. He was dressed in a band tee and jeans. He was so skinny, frail-looking.
Gerard didn’t recognize him.
“Hi.” The man greeted with a cheerful little smile. He looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself. He glanced around Gerard’s room. “I’m Geoff, one of Mikey’s friends.”
“Um, hi?” Gerard didn’t mean to come off as rude, he just never had many visitors. Having a stranger in his room made him a little uncomfortable. He moved his blanket over his body self-consciously. He really hoped this Geoff guy hadn’t caught on to what he had just been doing.
“He told me you’re into comics…. ” Geoff brought up.
“Yeah. I read them… and draw them.” He said.
“Oh, really? Are these yours?” Geoff moved closer to Gerard’s desk. He looked at a few of the drawings scattered across it. He picked one up, the one the artist had just been working on.
“Be careful! It’s still wet.” He warned, jumping up to be at the stranger’s side.
“Sorry.” He apologised, carefully laying it back down. “Your art style is amazing!” He praised. A smile lit up his face again.
“Oh, thank you.” Gerard shyly accepted. He’d been praised about his artwork plenty of times throughout his life, that wasn’t what was making him shy. It was Geoff that was making him shy. This close he could see how blue his eyes were, that gap between his teeth that was surprisingly cute…
Gerard wanted him out of his room.
“Hey, um, I was about to….” He was about to tell the other man to buzz off and let him sleep, but he interrupted him.
“Is that dagger real?” He asked. Geoff’s eyes had wandered, landing on the short sword displayed on the wall. He himself wandered before Gerard could stop him, crossing the room to get a better look.
“It’s a short sword, actually.” Gerard had trailed the other man. “It’s real. Real sharp.” He reached up and took the weapon off its mount. He held it in his hand, showing it off.
“Wow.” Geoff exclaimed, looking at the blade. “You know, my character uses something like this.”
“Oh, you play Dungeons?” The artist asked, genuinely surprised. He never expected this other dude to be into the same geek nerd shit as him.
“No, I’m a writer. The character in this story that I’m writing is a…. This is going to sound so stupid.” The other man interrupts himself.
“I’m interested. What’s it about?” Gerard encourages.
Geoff looks at him, judging his intent.
“Okay, so, there’s this guy, and he’s, like, this faerie warrior, right?….” Geoff begins.
Conversation with Geoff is easy. A lot easier than talking to any girl. Plus, Geoff is cool. Into all the same comic books and music and shit that Gerard is into. Much cooler than any girl.
They end up sitting on the end of Gerard’s bed; discussing everything from their creative projects to college to the band that Geoff just formed.
“Thursday. You should come and watch us. We’re playing Jessica’s basement.” The vocalist invited.
“Okay, I’ll definitely come. What’s your band’s name?” He asked.
“No, the name of the band is Thursday. We’re playing next Friday.” Geoff giggled, his tongue catching between his teeth.
God, that was so cute.
“Yeah, I’ll come.” He dumbly repeated.
They lapsed into silence for the first time since Geoff had invited himself into Gerard’s basement cave. The artist studied the writer’s fine little details, heart beating fast. The other man was looking right back at him.
He had the urge to kiss him.
He gathered all his courage, closed his eyes, and leaned forwards…..
Instead of the soft press of lips against his, he felt a hand on his chest, holding him back.
“Um, Gerard?” Geoff asked, confused. “I’m straight.”
Gerard opened his eyes, looking at the other man. He felt a lot of emotions swelling up inside of him, mostly embarrassment.
“There’s no way you’re straight.” The artist said in disbelief.
“I… am?” Geoff didn’t seem to know how to respond to this.
“I mean, just look at you.” He indicated.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” The writer retorted, offence obvious in his voice.
“You write stories about faeries, you cross your legs when you sit,” Geoff defensively uncrossed his legs at this, “You even have a ‘love is love’ tattoo. What was I supposed to think?” Gerard shifted the blame.
“You know, I really liked you until you showed your true self.” Geoff got up to leave.
Gerard, seeing red, grabbed Geoff by the wrist and prevented him from leaving. The writer grimaced, the hold on his wrist obviously hurting.
“True self!” He yelled. “True self? You’re the one who is hiding their true self. You’re obviously a faggot.”
A mixture of shock and hurt displayed on Geoff’s face, as if the attack had been physical instead of verbal. He was so shocked that he didn’t even respond.
“I bet if you took even one dick, you’d become addicted.” He continued his beratement
A terrible thought flashed through Gerard’s mind. His thoughts became actions before he even knew it. He was all of a sudden on top of Geoff in his bed, forcing both of their clothes off.
“No, stop!” Geoff screamed. He struggled against the artist, but it was no use. Geoff was all weak wrists and easily broken bones. Gerard got Geoff’s jeans and boxers down. His own cock was already out and fully hard. He used one hand to keep the other man’s hands above his head as he shoved one of Geoff’s legs up against his chest.
There it was. Geoff’s asshole clenched tightly in an attempt to not be intruded. That only made it feel that more pleasurable as Gerard forced his cock in.
It felt so fucking good that the artist couldn’t help but moan. Geoff’s face underneath him was filled with tears and his chest hitched with sobs. Gerard didn’t stop. He began vigorously thrusting into the man underneath him.
“Fuck, you like that?” He rasped out. He himself was loving it.
“Stop! Please, just stop.” Geoff whined out.
“Shut up.” Gerard said. Intent on making the other man follow his command, he moved his hand to cover the whiny little bitche’s mouth.
The next moments happened very quickly. Gerard’s hand moved, and suddenly Geoff was out of his grip. The bastard was half-way to the stairs by the time the rapist even realised he was. Gerard bounded over to him, grabbing him around the leg just as he mounted the stairs. There was no way he was letting Geoff get away. He pulled him, hard. Geoff came crashing to the floor, pulling things off of one of Gerard’s shelves with him. Gerard got back on top of him, trying to pin him down and regain control of the situation. His hand landed on something.
The short sword.
That would certainly regain control of the situation.
Gerard picked up the blade and put it up to Geoff’s neck.
“Keep moving and I’ll slit your fucking throat.” He threatened.
Nothing but tears was the response from Geoff. The struggling stopped. Gerard smirked. He manoeuvred the other man back into position before he slipped his cock back in.
There was blood all over his dick, he realised. All over Geoff’s pale, white thighs. It only turned him on more. He only lasted a few more thrusts. The orgasm was amazing, possibly the best he’d ever had.
Blade still at Geoff’s throat, Gerard let his head rest on the other man’s bony chest. He absentmindedly kissed the flesh underneath him. Eventually, he spoke up.
“Are you going to keep this a secret, or do I need to slice your throat?” He pressed the blade to the prone flesh of the other man’s jugular.
“I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Please don’t kill me.” The other man said in a quavering voice.
Gerard stared into his eyes, long and hard. The tropical blue was now rimmed by red from crying so hard. He backed the blade up.
“Clean yourself up in my bathroom. Go upstairs and tell Mikey you need to go home. Say that you really liked me but you need to go work on your stupid faerie story.” He instructed.
Geoff nodded numbly. He forced himself up robotically. Gerard watched Geoff gather his clothes and start towards the bathroom.
“And, hey….” He called out. Geoff flinched at his voice, stopping dead in his tracks. “Thanks for being my first.”