I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

Chapter 84: His Target

Gerard had lead the way towards the kitchen where the fridge was filled with beers including several
open coolers placed on display on the center island counter. He smiled when a stranger offered him one and gave that man a nod as he fished into the cooler for another one for Frank. “Here you go, Frankie.”

Frank frowned down at the cold alcoholic beverage being offered to him. He was no stranger to alcohol thanks to his old friend Bert, but it was never something he purposely sought out to drink. Just like all the little kids, Frank still preferred soda or juice on his menu, and since we was currently pregnant, drinking was definitely frowned upon. “Um, no thank you. I don’t drink, really.”

“Oh, come on, beautiful.” Gerard teased him as he pressed the drink up against Frank’s coat. “You know you want to. Besides, it doesn’t taste all that bad. You’ll get use to it before you know it.”

Not liking the way Gerard was pushing it, Frank took ahold of the beer from him and firmly placed it on the island counter next to one of the open coolers. “I said no, Gerard, and I mean it. Understand?”

Hearing the sass in Frank’s voice, Gerard felt his dick nearly twitch to life. Naturally of course, he had to keep himself under control because he wasn’t just out here to have fun with Frank. “Perfectly, babe.” Gerard assured him with a friendly smile. Lifting his head to look over a petite Frank’s head, he quickly scanned the room for his target. Yes, his target…as in Killjoy target. Poison was out here on work related reasons, not to party. On this very property was a prize that the other Killjoys were finding it difficult to get to. It was probably because she was the daughter of a rich man, and usually had a team of security guards nearby. However, tonight she snuck out and decided to get wasted and drunk like all the normal teenagers do. Not being able to spot his target yet in the full house party, Gerard lowered his eyes down to Frank who he could see was feeling out of place and uncomfortable. Reaching out, he placed a comforting hand on Frank’s upper arm. “Hey, why don’t we go hang out in the living room?”

“Um, o-okay.” Frank agreed in a small voice, and allowed Gerard to guide him into the living room and over to an area on the couch that wasn’t occupied. When Gerard sat down he took up all the space left on it leaving Frank to look around for somewhere to sit. Looking around, Frank tried to spot a chair, or stool or something, but didn’t have time when Gerard pulled him down onto his lap. “H-Here?”

Gerard smiled at him and gave him a nod. “Yeah, right here.” Reaching behind him, he rudely pulled the blanket draped over the couch out behind everyone else and wrapped Frank safely in it’s warmth. “There you go, beautiful. Feel better?”

Frank gave him a small smile before leaning forward to snuggle against Gerard, nuzzling his neck. “Yes actually. I do.”

“Good.” Gerard murmured to him, cuddling him close with one arm, while his other hand lifted his chin up so he could look down at those hazel orbs he was obsessed with. “Let me kiss you.”

With a smile, Frank tilted his mouth up to receive Gerard’s incredible kiss and immediately got lost in it the moment he felt his tongue glide over his. The party, the drunk strangers and unfamiliar location all disappeared from Frank’s mind until all there was Gerard’s arms around his body, and his lips feasting from his mouth in deep drugging kisses. “Mmm Gerard…” Frank softly moaned against his lips when they parted for air for half a second before diving back in to each other.

While Frank’s eyes were closed, one of Gerard’s were open halfway and currently observing their surroundings for his prey. He was waiting patiently, and in the meantime enjoying his #1 thing to do; kissing Frank. His hands roamed over Frank’s body through the blanket as his eyes traced back and forth around the massive living room. From the couch, he had the perfect view of everyone coming and going, and in no time, his target came into view. She was everything that represented the stereotypical blonde bimbo with a multi-million-dollar daddy. Stumbling down the stairs in a tight fuchsia color cocktail dress and an empty red cup in her hand. Her face was flushed from all the alcohol consumption and she was literally laughing her butt off at nothing. From near the end of the stairs, one of her drunk friends waved a frantic hand at her and shouted up to her. Gerard watched as the blonde stopped on the stairs, listened to her friend, appeared confused, then help up a finger and shouted back to her. Reading her lips, it appeared his target forgot why she went upstairs in the first place before remembering it was because she had to use the restroom. Turning around, the laughing target stumbled back up the stairs again. Gerard knew this was the perfect opportunity to get to her without having Frank at his side…and plus with her being drunk and him now sporting a hard-on from heavily kissing Frank, this could work out to his advantage. Returning his attention back on Frank, he reached up to cup his baby soft cheek before breaking the kiss and whispering against the kiss. “You’re getting too good at this kissing thing, darling.”

“I am?” Frank giggled at him, his eyes shining with excitement and lust. “And what makes you say that?”

“My hard-on.” Gerard expressed blatantly.

Frank blinked, his eyes enlarging with surprise. “P-Pardon?”

“My hard-on.” Gerard repeated. “Can’t you feel it? It’s pressing against your thigh.”

Now having that brought up to his attention, Frank jumped a bit in Gerard’s lap at the sensation of his hard erection pressing against him. “Oh, I-I’m sorry about that!”

“No, don’t apologize, it’s okay. I’m not embarrassed.” Gerard assured him with a smile. “Though I do need to use the bathroom now. Got to get rid of it somehow, right?”

Frank blushed and lowered his eyes. “R-Right.”

Effortlessly, Gerard got up from the couch with Frank in his arm, before turning around to place him comfortably back down. He kept himself bent as he addressed him privately. “Stay here and don’t move, okay? I’ll only be a few minutes…or a minute, depending on what I’m imagining you do to me.” When he earned another blush, Gerard straightened back up with a chuckle and headed towards the stairs. His smile dropped as he focused on the mission at hand. Making his way through the crowd to the stairs, Gerard impatiently took them two at a time. Once he was onto the second floor he was able to spot his prey easily in her bright fuchsia dress. She was leaning against the wall outside of the bathroom. He could tell by her posture that she was once again confused as to why she was upstairs all over again. As if accepting defeat, she spun around with the intention of returning downstairs with her friends but ended up running into Gerard. Not giving her anytime to process what was going on in her drunken mind, Gerard wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up against him. He dipped down to place his mouth along her expose shoulder, tasting her perfumed skin. Using the erection Frank had already given him, he pressed it up against her lower stomach and feigned a moan.

“What the…Oh!” His target gasped in delight at the feel of his impressive size and smiled. Her hands came up to grip onto his broad shoulder. “Well, hello there, sailor.”

Sailor, Gerard inwardly repeated in amusement to himself before whispering in her ear. “So hard for you, baby.” He ran his hands down her behind to grab ahold of it, pushing his hard-on even closer to her. “Been staring at you all night…wishing I can be between those sexy legs of yours.”

“Oh yeah?” His target teased, playing coy as she ran her fingers through his black hair.

“Oh, yeah.” Gerard agreed, his mind wondering off to what Frank was doing downstairs.

“Then let’s go into one of these bedrooms and see how far you can spread these flexible legs of mine.” His target seductively suggested, reading his mind only halfway.

“Perfect.” Without a word, Gerard walked backward into the bedroom down the hall, not caring if it was already occupied. His target was presently whispering dirty talk in his ear that sounded slurred, but it couldn’t affect him in the slightest. Reaching out, he turned the knob of the door and nudged it open. Inside was indeed a couple intent on getting it on. She was still in her underwear with some guy crawling towards her open legs to eat her while in his plaid boxers.

Their heads both turned when someone came in and the guy yelled out in rage. “HEY, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!? THIS ROOM IS OCCUPIED, ASSHOLE!”

Gerard pushed his target onto the bed knowing full well her drunk behind wouldn’t be able to get back up, which left him alone to deal with their unwanted witnesses. Shooting the couple a murderous glare, Gerard stepped forward to stand over the guy before jerking his thumb towards the door. “You’re right, it is! So, get the FUCK out of here!” The guy hesitated, glaring up at him defiantly though Gerard could see he was beginning to sweat. Leaning over a bit more, Gerard growled in a low whisper. “Don’t make me tell you twice. Now, go!”

“C’mon, Stacy. Let’s find another room.” With that, the guys and girl gathered their clothes and left Gerard and his target alone, closing the door behind them.

Gerard turned his attention back to his target who had clumsily removed her cocktail dress down to her hips, exposing her breasts to him with a sensual smile on her face. Gerard gave her a smile too, but his was more sinister. “Now, where were we?”

“We were here.” Gerard’s target giggles as she stood on her knees at the edge of some stranger’s bed, running her hands over her breasts that were easily identifiable as fake. She licked her lips and let out a soft moan that was cut off by a hiccup.

“Naturally.” Gerard agreed with a smile of disgust. He walked closer so he stood close enough for her to reach out and touch him too if she so wanted to.

“You’re gonna love this, baby. I’m already drenched for you.” She reached out to grab ahold of the button of his pants, sliding her fingers down to find the zipper first. “Gonna pound my pink pussy like it’s yours, aren’t yo-”