It had been three hours... three hours of hell. The floor shook beneath him as he knelt on the harsh concrete, staring up at the only person he could ever allow to see him like this. He was helpless to his current condition, and could only wait out the time he had left before the drugs wore off. The drugs he had tried so hard to stop entering his system. The drugs he had been forced to ingest, whilst four men of varying sadism held him down. The drugs that were now making him feel as if his insides were slowly being ripped apart. His internal organs were screaming at him, begging him to make the pain go away. Though that was impossible.
Small whimpers escaped his aching throat as he began to give in to his pain. Slowly, his trembling worsened. The experience was one that he had gone through a few times before, but each time it seemed to get worse. He was not becoming immune to it, in fact, he was even more sensitive to the waves of tremor tearing through his body now than ever before.
Frank brought his eyes down to meet those of the tortured figure on the floor. He was almost unable to bear Gerard’s pleading gaze as it burrowed into him, eating away at his conscience. As he looked uncomfortably into the other man’s tearful eyes he reminded himself there was nothing he could have done. He would never have been able to stop them, even if he had tried. Even so, the guilt played on his mind unforgiving. Cautiously, and very slowly, he bent down and manoeuvred himself into a position next to Gerard, gently wrapping his arms around him. The icy temperature of the weaker man stung his skin, and Frank felt obliged to pull him in closer. Gerard shuddered but did not protest, welcoming any form of comfort. Without thinking Frank lifted Gerard off the ground carefully, positioning him so his aching bones lay supported on Frank’s legs. A searing pain shot through Gerard’s lower body making him whimper loudly into Frank’s chest, whilst clutching his T-shirt instinctively.
“Shit. Gee, please don’t c…” Frank spoke to him, though the tears had already begun to spill over and soak into his shirt. He rubbed one hand up and down Gerard’s back soothingly and placed soft kisses along his neck. He didn’t know what he was doing or how he felt towards Gerard… it just seemed like the right thing to do, given the circumstances.
The singer’s eyes closed tightly as he tried to shut out the intense spasms of pain and concentrate on the warmth of the body he was wrapped around. He inhaled with deep shuddering breaths, sliding his hands up the back of Frank’s shirt and clinging to the man as if he needed him for oxygen. Frank continued to place his lips on Gerard’s cold skin, taken-aback as he was by Gerard’s apparent trust in him. He felt like he should apologise for Gerard’s current state but held back any such remark for fear of confusing his already distressed friend. Friend. That’s all he was. And yet Frank still felt the need to caress him lovingly, wincing at the occasional scream that came from Gerard’s trembling mouth.
“Frank…” he whined with difficulty, every muscle in his heaving body tensing through a particularly excruciating moment. His cries became louder as the intense pain washed over him, giving his closed eyes visions of firefly-like shapes flitting around in the nothingness. Frank’s head rested firmly against Gerard’s, and through their closeness he could feel every violent tremor to rip through the petrified man in his arms.
The tremors lessened and Gerard’s nails eventually undug themselves from Frank’s tattooed skin, the blood they had inadvertently drawn smearing over his back as Gerard smoothed his hands over the area in exorbitant relief. Frank gave his friend time to recover before gently leaning him back so he could see his eyes. Gerard’s bloodshot corneas gazed exhaustedly at the face in front of them, their owner giving a stuttered sigh.
“Oh fuck…” Gerard whispered almost inaudibly. His lips trembled minutely as he tried to form his thoughts into words, “Frank… I…”
Frank though to tell him not to speak, but instead his lips did the silencing as he moved his head inches closer and placed them on Gerard’s without thinking.
Gerard inhaled deeply in surprise, instinctually returning the gentle pressure and closing his eyelids sleepily. Frank felt the beautiful shape of Gerard’s lips mould themselves to his, and wanted to feel nothing else. He could taste the saline moisture from the man’s tearstained face, and allowed his emotions to take over. Softly, he worked his lips against Gerard’s, making sure he was comfortable with what they were doing. There was the slightest of noises as Gerard parted his lips to caress Frank’s mouth more intimately. He deepened the kiss, his tongue entering Frank’s mouth with the lust he had never properly identified until then.
Frank explored Gerard’s mouth passionately, carefully trying to memorize his sweet individual taste. His hands automatically found their way to the other man’s waist and held him close as if afraid he might disappear. Tears continued to roll down Gerard’s cheeks: the emotion left over from his previous pain. Gradually their kiss lessened and he found himself having to pull back, overwhelmed by the exhaustion he had momentarily forgotten. He was in slight shock and could only stare at Frank, watching the fireflies dance around his face.
Gerard gave a deep sigh and smiled weakly. The pain inside him calmed to a mild throbbing, one he could easily ignore for the time being. What he had just done had confused him at first, but it felt so right for him to be sitting there in Frank’s arms, catching his breath. That was the only way he could get through the trauma of the weeks ahead, the time before their appeal reached court. Until then he would have to suffer the prurient, ritualistic “games” imposed on him by the more sociopathic inmates in the prison he had been wrongly consigned to. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time had brought undignified and unjust consequences upon the two men. Gerard’s only consolation was that he had Frank, and he would hold on to him tightly as his only reminder that there was still some love left in the world.
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"The drugs he had been forced to ingest, whilst four men of varying masochism held him down."
i think you meant sadism not masochism. a masochist is someone who enjoys being hurt by others. a sadist is someone who enjoys hurting other people. just so you know. but other than that its purely amazing. i love it.
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