first rp(basically inactive)

[I guess if no one else joins I may have to take over Mean ol'Bert too!]

I lay there panting and the sweat pouring down my back. I felt Bob's hand gently stroke my back a few times. And felt a warm pair of lips plant a few sucking kisses on my back..

That had to stop..I wasn't in love with piece of man candy...I only wanted to make Frankie jealous..well that And I wanted a good sound fucking..I wanted to be the fuckee instead of the fuck er.

I heard Bob make a sound as though the sweat from my skin tasted good to him.

"mmm..You okay?"
"yeah...yeah I fine..That was...nice." I felt Bob tense..That was not the reaction he wanted from me apparently..

I guess he didn't realise how badly I wanted his boyfriend to actually want me...

*sticks my last post here instead*

XD

yes!

oh...btw i don't get the moding thing...like...should there be special buttons i get to push like if I wanted to delete a topic or a post on here? cuz i've just looked and...i see nothing...

and not to be all O_o but my username is spelled on the outside of the RP sections...its got an a instead of an e in ignorent...which is spelled wrong to prove ignorance...but...yeah...could that have something to do with it?

awh...it's like...dead. *pouts*

i guess i try (blech) bert...

I saw that miserable peice of shit darken my door again....but then I only thought that way about him when he wasn't in my bed or on my couch..or we were in his car...

IF either of us had our hands or mouths or cocks involved..I felt completely different about Frankie..

I wanted him to REALLY want me..Not just the shit I could get him..I knew he was skimming from em..and I could handle that..Hell I EXPECTED it..But I wanted more from Frank..I wanted him to LOVE me..To want me FIRST..

NOT like that My ex from before..That slut even though he didn't use as hard as Frank ..he was a pussy afraid of needles.. He only fucked me to get next to who he wanted...

HE wanted Frank..

But as long as Frankie kept shooting..He was MINE...
And if I had anything to say about it it was gunna stay that way

I threw The money onto the couch and myself around bert. "I have your money, just fuck me." i said, almost whining, I needed a rebound and some liquid life. I pressed my lips against his desprately and tried to get somewhere as fast as possible. Afterwards, (sorry...not feeling very descriptive.)When I was done getting dressed, jumping up and going about life as though nothing had happened, the way we always did after fucking, I kissed him and said "I love you." into his ear. It was true, though not entirely deserved. I knew bert just used me, and probably didn't care how I felt. I knew next week it wouldn't matter, If I didn't have his money on time he'd beat me unconcious. I knew nobody gave a damn about Frankie, the prostitute, the heroin addict, the kid who never quite had a grasp on what it felt to be loved. And I was okay with that. It was my life up to this point, and it wasn't likely to change.

(Gerard POV)
I had a pretty good idea just WHERE Frankie WAS...I knew he used...That was the main reason I'd never gone after a REAL relationship with him. NEEDLES creeped the hell outta me.

We drove around for a while Until I had Bob throughly lost..

"you got a place to stay tonight Bobby?"

I was pretty sure he didn't.