SUPPORT POLE 2
"This is bad...." He pressed a hand against my shoulder.
"I know...shh..."
"No we...we shouldn't do this..."I attempted to sit up,but he pushed me down,gently.
"I know....shh....it's okay..." He lowered his lips to my mouth and kissed me forcefully.
"No.....we...we'll get...Oh...caught." I tried to organise my confused, jumbled thoughts.
"We won't." He soothed,removing his kiss and replacing it on my neck,he moved down to my chest agonisingly slowly.He loved his touch,it was smooth and soft,almost lovingly gentle.Bert turned his head to the side,to allow the kisses move up and down his neck.
"....oh...Gee..." Bert allowed his name to fall from his lips,and it burned outwards from the centre of his chest to the edges of his lips and the tip of his fingers, carressing Gerard's ivory skin. Bert felt his heart click in pain and shame as his fingers moved on Gerard's scarlet button shirt.His hands shook too much to unbutton it, and Gerard pushed his hands away and shrugged it off.He throws the shirt down onto the messy,cold floor and it settles onto Bert's t-shirt,covering it and shrouding it from view.Gerard's hands closes around Bert's heart.Clothes and true love for boyfriends were shed like the common sense that had held them back before.Gerard traces kisses down his chest and moves his hands down to rest on the ripple of soft fabric,the only thing left to shield Bert.Bert avoides his gaze, pulling half-heartedly at Gerard's underwear and inhales sharply when he willingly removes them.Feeling strange, Bert drags down his boxers and juts his hips up against Gerard's,needing a relief, any sort of relief.
/*/*/* Bert loses whatever energy he had left,and steps back.But he waits until Quinn turns around and walks away from him before he allows himself to slump to the floor,fully gone.Just....empty.
He marvels at how he feels completely hollowed out,as if someone has slit down his ribs and dragged out his insides,then vacuumed out any trace of substance left.He feels like a waste of air.He tries to take a deep breath to calm himself,and soothe the ragged,wretched sobs tearing through his narrow,voided frame.He closes his eyes and the breaths he takes don't satisfy his lungs,and he gasps the air going in, but not seeming to fill his lungs fully.Bert wonders if it is the new,crushing iron lump underneath his ribs that keeps him from catching his breath. A flash of blonde is in front of him suddenly,shockingly."Bert?Are you okay?" Not recognising him,Bert stares vacantly, knowing he should know him but not being able to engage his mind enough to find the mental image and information accompanying it.Not wanting to make the beauty upset,he merely nods."Remember me, when you're the one you've always dreamed."The vision requests.Unable to decipher this inscrutable comment,Bert opens his mouth, not knowing what he's going to say until it's in the air."I'll never forget you." He tells the mysterious beauty. It won't be until later when he thinks on this,and realises the irony./*/*/
Gerard grinds down deep in him,skin moving unharmoniously against skin.Bert grits his teeth and wants it to be over,this isn't like he imagined it.This isn't even close.Bert can feel him,moving and grinding too deep,not caring if it hurt.Bert doesn't care either,he needs this, he needs this but he doesn't want it. He wants Quinn.
It was never like this with Quinn,it was slow and gentle and full of the natural love they held for each other.Gerard grunts and Bert presses his fist into his mouth and bites.He chokes back a sob,he's tearing him.He feels something hot run down his thigh,much too hot.Numbly, he thinks blood,that's blood. The pain is over-whelming,it controls his senses and any pleasure he might has felt initially,has faded like an old newspaper clipping.He can hear music from the small portable stereo in Mikey's room.The music soaks down through the walls and Bert strains to hear it,to concentrate on anything,anything, but the tearing agony and the blood running down his legs. He can hear it.
#*#* Just 19 a sucker's dream,I guess I thought you had the flavor.
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour.#*
He sniffs,a new wave of pain runs through his empty body.He feels his bones move against Gerard's skin and it feels wrong,he's too thin, he knows, he hasn't eaten since Quinn left him.
Emotionally numb,he thinks on how it was partially Gerard's fault he-he....he.
How Quinn didn't understand The Game.He thinks on this and thinks of how Gerards was naturally the one he ran to, when he couldn't run to Quinn.Bert rocks faster on Gerard's lap,needing this release,needing to feel something other than pain.He knows he's ripping himself more, and somehow he can't drudge up the energy to care.
#/#/#/ With six months off for bad behaviour...
Remember me....remember me #/#/#
It's an intoxicating beat,and he likes it.Gerard shudders behind him,and moans the wrong name.
It doesn't matter to Bert.He trying to imagine Gerard is Quinn, but it isn't working.Quinn wouldn't hurt him like Gerard would.Like Gerard is.Bert stifles a scream,wishing that it was from pleasure,wishing that it was Quinn's body he was moving with,wishing that Quinn was there to press his lips against his back,and kiss the tiny drops of sweat away,and they would rock slowly together and Quinn would care if Bert liked it or not,and care if he hurt him but he wouldn't, anyway,he was too gentle.Gerard moves at a bad angle and he feels the tight skin tear open,spitting out drops of blood and pain.
"Oh....god Bert...you're ...uh...so tight.." He grunts and he sounds wrong.A flash of scarlet catches his eye and looks down at the puddled blood gathering on his legs and spreading up against him and Gerard. Bert sees it and knows that if he does,than Gerard has to have seen it,has to know he's hurting him,and surely he cares enough not to delibertely move too hard at the wrong angle because they were friends and Bert thinks Gee doesn't move like this with Frank.
Even if he hadn't loved Frank, he would have been gentle,because he would have that much respect for his friend,not to cause him unnessessary agony.
/# Remember me when you're the one the one you've always dreamed. /#
Gerard finishes and pulls out too quickly, and Bert again bites back a scream and he pulls on his pants,tears blinding his eyes and he searches deperately for his shirt.The blood is still dribbling down his legs and soaking his pants and Bert thanks God that they're black. "Here." An ivory,delicate-looking hand shoves his t-shirt at him and Bert drags it on."...Um...Thanks for that," Bert says hollowly and limps out of the celler door and ignores the blinding pain in his body. He curls into a ball on the bench at the bus station and he sobs,wrapping his arms around his head making a tiny private circle around his body and filling it with tears.
:.:Support Pole 2:.:Berard by ~myusedboyromance "This is bad...." He pressed a hand against my shoulder.
"I know...shh..." "No we...we shouldn't do this..."I attempted to sit up,but he pushed me down,gently. "I know....shh....it's okay..." He lowered his lips to my mouth and kissed me forcefully. "No.....we...we'll get...Oh...caught." I tried to organise my confused, jumbled thoughts. "We won't." He soothed,removing his kiss and replacing it on my neck,he moved down to my chest agonisingly slowly.He loved his touch,it was smooth and soft,almost lovingly gentle.Bert turned his head to the side,to allow the kisses move up and down his neck. ".. Drag and Drop to Collect On this page, you can: Collect document.getElementById('collect-button').onclick = function () { var node, rel; function mousedown (e, target) { if (!Tree.ancestor(target, 'div.collect-bubble')) { Tree.get('#deviation-collect-bubble').style.display = 'none'; // show the previously hidden flash container if (!Tree.get('div.filmspot')) { var devDiv = Tree.get(Tree.get('#zoomed-in'),'iframe.flashtime'); if (devDiv) { devDiv.style.display = ''; } } Events.unhook(document.documentElement, 'mousedown', arguments.callee); } } if (!Tree.get('div.filmspot')) { // hide Flash deviations when collecting var devDiv = Tree.get(Tree.get('#zoomed-in'),'iframe.flashtime'); if (devDiv) { devDiv.style.display = 'none'; } } node = Tree.get('#deviation-collect-bubble'); if (Browser.isIE) { if (node.firstChild.tagName.toLowerCase() != 'iframe' && Tree.get('iframe')) { node.insertBefore(Tree.create('iframe'), node.firstChild); } } if (node.style.display != 'block') { rel = !Tree.get('div.filmspot'); node.style.left = (rel ? 114 : 152) + 'px'; node.style.top = (Ruler.document.node(Tree.get('#collect-button')).y - (rel ? Ruler.document.node(Tree.get('div.bubbleview')).y : -7) - 6) + 'px'; node.style.display = 'block'; Events.hook(document.documentElement, 'mousedown', mousedown); } if (window.DWait) { DWait.ready('jms/pages/lub.js', 'da_minish_lub.slide()'); } return false; }Add a CommentDownload Edit DeviationDelete Deviation
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To [friends] Message "This is bad...." He pressed a hand against my shoulder.
"I know...shh..." "No we...we shouldn't do this..."I attempted to sit up,but he pushed me down,gently. "I know....shh....it's okay..." He lowered his lips to my mouth and kissed me forcefully. "No.....we...we'll get...Oh...caught." I tried to organise my confused, jumbled thoughts. "We won't." He soothed,removing his kiss and replacing it on my neck,he moved down to my chest agonisingly slowly.He loved his touch,it was smooth and soft,almost lovingly gentle.Bert turned his head to the side,to allow the kisses move up and down his neck. "..
"I know...shh..."
"No we...we shouldn't do this..."I attempted to sit up,but he pushed me down,gently.
"I know....shh....it's okay..." He lowered his lips to my mouth and kissed me forcefully.
"No.....we...we'll get...Oh...caught." I tried to organise my confused, jumbled thoughts.
"We won't." He soothed,removing his kiss and replacing it on my neck,he moved down to my chest agonisingly slowly.He loved his touch,it was smooth and soft,almost lovingly gentle.Bert turned his head to the side,to allow the kisses move up and down his neck.
"....oh...Gee..." Bert allowed his name to fall from his lips,and it burned outwards from the centre of his chest to the edges of his lips and the tip of his fingers, carressing Gerard's ivory skin. Bert felt his heart click in pain and shame as his fingers moved on Gerard's scarlet button shirt.His hands shook too much to unbutton it, and Gerard pushed his hands away and shrugged it off.He throws the shirt down onto the messy,cold floor and it settles onto Bert's t-shirt,covering it and shrouding it from view.Gerard's hands closes around Bert's heart.Clothes and true love for boyfriends were shed like the common sense that had held them back before.Gerard traces kisses down his chest and moves his hands down to rest on the ripple of soft fabric,the only thing left to shield Bert.Bert avoides his gaze, pulling half-heartedly at Gerard's underwear and inhales sharply when he willingly removes them.Feeling strange, Bert drags down his boxers and juts his hips up against Gerard's,needing a relief, any sort of relief.
/*/*/* Bert loses whatever energy he had left,and steps back.But he waits until Quinn turns around and walks away from him before he allows himself to slump to the floor,fully gone.Just....empty.
He marvels at how he feels completely hollowed out,as if someone has slit down his ribs and dragged out his insides,then vacuumed out any trace of substance left.He feels like a waste of air.He tries to take a deep breath to calm himself,and soothe the ragged,wretched sobs tearing through his narrow,voided frame.He closes his eyes and the breaths he takes don't satisfy his lungs,and he gasps the air going in, but not seeming to fill his lungs fully.Bert wonders if it is the new,crushing iron lump underneath his ribs that keeps him from catching his breath. A flash of blonde is in front of him suddenly,shockingly."Bert?Are you okay?" Not recognising him,Bert stares vacantly, knowing he should know him but not being able to engage his mind enough to find the mental image and information accompanying it.Not wanting to make the beauty upset,he merely nods."Remember me, when you're the one you've always dreamed."The vision requests.Unable to decipher this inscrutable comment,Bert opens his mouth, not knowing what he's going to say until it's in the air."I'll never forget you." He tells the mysterious beauty. It won't be until later when he thinks on this,and realises the irony./*/*/
Gerard grinds down deep in him,skin moving unharmoniously against skin.Bert grits his teeth and wants it to be over,this isn't like he imagined it.This isn't even close.Bert can feel him,moving and grinding too deep,not caring if it hurt.Bert doesn't care either,he needs this, he needs this but he doesn't want it. He wants Quinn.
It was never like this with Quinn,it was slow and gentle and full of the natural love they held for each other.Gerard grunts and Bert presses his fist into his mouth and bites.He chokes back a sob,he's tearing him.He feels something hot run down his thigh,much too hot.Numbly, he thinks blood,that's blood. The pain is over-whelming,it controls his senses and any pleasure he might has felt initially,has faded like an old newspaper clipping.He can hear music from the small portable stereo in Mikey's room.The music soaks down through the walls and Bert strains to hear it,to concentrate on anything,anything, but the tearing agony and the blood running down his legs. He can hear it.
#*#* Just 19 a sucker's dream,I guess I thought you had the flavor.
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour.#*
He sniffs,a new wave of pain runs through his empty body.He feels his bones move against Gerard's skin and it feels wrong,he's too thin, he knows, he hasn't eaten since Quinn left him.
Emotionally numb,he thinks on how it was partially Gerard's fault he-he....he.
How Quinn didn't understand The Game.He thinks on this and thinks of how Gerards was naturally the one he ran to, when he couldn't run to Quinn.Bert rocks faster on Gerard's lap,needing this release,needing to feel something other than pain.He knows he's ripping himself more, and somehow he can't drudge up the energy to care.
#/#/#/ With six months off for bad behaviour...
Remember me....remember me #/#/#
It's an intoxicating beat,and he likes it.Gerard shudders behind him,and moans the wrong name.
It doesn't matter to Bert.He trying to imagine Gerard is Quinn, but it isn't working.Quinn wouldn't hurt him like Gerard would.Like Gerard is.Bert stifles a scream,wishing that it was from pleasure,wishing that it was Quinn's body he was moving with,wishing that Quinn was there to press his lips against his back,and kiss the tiny drops of sweat away,and they would rock slowly together and Quinn would care if Bert liked it or not,and care if he hurt him but he wouldn't, anyway,he was too gentle.Gerard moves at a bad angle and he feels the tight skin tear open,spitting out drops of blood and pain.
"Oh....god Bert...you're ...uh...so tight.." He grunts and he sounds wrong.A flash of scarlet catches his eye and looks down at the puddled blood gathering on his legs and spreading up against him and Gerard. Bert sees it and knows that if he does,than Gerard has to have seen it,has to know he's hurting him,and surely he cares enough not to delibertely move too hard at the wrong angle because they were friends and Bert thinks Gee doesn't move like this with Frank.
Even if he hadn't loved Frank, he would have been gentle,because he would have that much respect for his friend,not to cause him unnessessary agony.
/# Remember me when you're the one the one you've always dreamed. /#
Gerard finishes and pulls out too quickly, and Bert again bites back a scream and he pulls on his pants,tears blinding his eyes and he searches deperately for his shirt.The blood is still dribbling down his legs and soaking his pants and Bert thanks God that they're black. "Here." An ivory,delicate-looking hand shoves his t-shirt at him and Bert drags it on."...Um...Thanks for that," Bert says hollowly and limps out of the celler door and ignores the blinding pain in his body. He curls into a ball on the bench at the bus station and he sobs,wrapping his arms around his head making a tiny private circle around his body and filling it with tears.
:.:Support Pole 2:.:Berard by ~myusedboyromance "This is bad...." He pressed a hand against my shoulder.
"I know...shh..." "No we...we shouldn't do this..."I attempted to sit up,but he pushed me down,gently. "I know....shh....it's okay..." He lowered his lips to my mouth and kissed me forcefully. "No.....we...we'll get...Oh...caught." I tried to organise my confused, jumbled thoughts. "We won't." He soothed,removing his kiss and replacing it on my neck,he moved down to my chest agonisingly slowly.He loved his touch,it was smooth and soft,almost lovingly gentle.Bert turned his head to the side,to allow the kisses move up and down his neck. ".. Drag and Drop to Collect On this page, you can: Collect document.getElementById('collect-button').onclick = function () { var node, rel; function mousedown (e, target) { if (!Tree.ancestor(target, 'div.collect-bubble')) { Tree.get('#deviation-collect-bubble').style.display = 'none'; // show the previously hidden flash container if (!Tree.get('div.filmspot')) { var devDiv = Tree.get(Tree.get('#zoomed-in'),'iframe.flashtime'); if (devDiv) { devDiv.style.display = ''; } } Events.unhook(document.documentElement, 'mousedown', arguments.callee); } } if (!Tree.get('div.filmspot')) { // hide Flash deviations when collecting var devDiv = Tree.get(Tree.get('#zoomed-in'),'iframe.flashtime'); if (devDiv) { devDiv.style.display = 'none'; } } node = Tree.get('#deviation-collect-bubble'); if (Browser.isIE) { if (node.firstChild.tagName.toLowerCase() != 'iframe' && Tree.get('iframe')) { node.insertBefore(Tree.create('iframe'), node.firstChild); } } if (node.style.display != 'block') { rel = !Tree.get('div.filmspot'); node.style.left = (rel ? 114 : 152) + 'px'; node.style.top = (Ruler.document.node(Tree.get('#collect-button')).y - (rel ? Ruler.document.node(Tree.get('div.bubbleview')).y : -7) - 6) + 'px'; node.style.display = 'block'; Events.hook(document.documentElement, 'mousedown', mousedown); } if (window.DWait) { DWait.ready('jms/pages/lub.js', 'da_minish_lub.slide()'); } return false; }
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To [friends] Message "This is bad...." He pressed a hand against my shoulder.
"I know...shh..." "No we...we shouldn't do this..."I attempted to sit up,but he pushed me down,gently. "I know....shh....it's okay..." He lowered his lips to my mouth and kissed me forcefully. "No.....we...we'll get...Oh...caught." I tried to organise my confused, jumbled thoughts. "We won't." He soothed,removing his kiss and replacing it on my neck,he moved down to my chest agonisingly slowly.He loved his touch,it was smooth and soft,almost lovingly gentle.Bert turned his head to the side,to allow the kisses move up and down his neck. "..
