Rebecka

17 - Stockholm - Bi I mostly reblog weird or sexual stuff. You have been warned lol.

[nsfwfrerardx]

Lock and Key

Frank’s a tad pissed.

He really shouldn’t be, given the fact he’s literally naked in the bed of the guy he’s been pining over since middle school. That’s the fucking problem though, he’s naked in this guy’s bed. To make things even more just, spectacular, Frank’s the little spoon at the moment. So yeah, naked and spooning with his friend (who at least has boxer shorts on).

The only reason why this is actually an issue is because crap like what’s happening now has been going on since 9th grade. As a senior, who’s sick of having to hold himself back and question every single thing Gerard does as to wether or not it’s a sign to hop on his dick or not, he’s pretty tired. Also pissed.

Right now he’s pressed really fucking close to Gerard, like, completely molded to him and holding his hand. Frank should be used to that feeling, being able to directly feel Gerard’s body heat and heartbeat, but something trells him that’s never going to get old. He feels totally on edge yet extremely relaxed, butterflies freaking out inside him and waves in his mind. It’s fucking tiring, and frustrating, not knowing where the limit to this whole naked cuddling thing is. Not knowing if him and Gerard are just those weird super close friends or something more. He feels something more, he feels somewhat insane for Gerard. And that’s what is slowly driving him mad, that and uncertainty.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Frank jerks a little from the sudden whisper in his ear, but Gerard holds him tightly in place.

“Uhm, nothing, why?” He tries to act like he’s not in the middle of an emotional crisis. Gerard lets go of his hand then, and starts stroking his side.

“You keep fidgeting and your heart feels race-y,” he explains, lightly letting his fingertips run up and down the other’s side.

Frank’s not too sure how to respond to that, he doesn’t exactly want to tell his best friend of seven years that he’s internally freaking out over being hopelessly in love with him. “I’m just a little on edge, is all,” Frank settles for that, they’re about to hit exam week so maybe Gerard will just assume that’s the cause.

“Oh, nervous for finals?” Frank counts his blessings.

“Yeah but um, I’d rather not talk about it, it’ll just make me more freaked out.” That’s not a lie either, he will start to get edgy about finals too if he starts thinking about them.

“Okay,” Gerard commits a sin then, by kissing Frank on the neck. A place where he knows for a fucking fact Frank loves to be kissed, touched, bit. “Maybe I can help distract you a little.”

Irony is a cunt, Frank doesn’t think Gerard being sexy with him is going to help distract him from what he’s already thinking about, at all. Given the fact it’s half of what he’s trying to not think about. He doesn’t respond though, because even if it just makes him more confused, neck kissing is where it’s fucking at.

So Gerard keeps doing it, lightly sucking on the other’s neck, causing Frank to slightly turn towards him. This way Gerard has access to the areas right under his chin. Which he happily bites at, while moving his hands to grip Frank’s hip. There’s a little bit of light in the room from the window, so Gerard can glance to see Frank’s smile. After a moment of gnawing on his skin, Gerard starts leaving a trail of slow, wet kisses down the other’s neck. While doing so, he slides his hand down to Frank’s thigh, being able to get a hand between the one he’s gently stroking and the other. Every single time Gerard touches him, wether it be by his lips or hands, Frank feels as if it’s a little spark going off right on his skin.

Frank flinches a little then from the cold hand on his inner thigh. Which makes Gerard pause for a moment but then go back to slowly making his way closer and closer to Frank’s crotch. Which will be easy because, naked. On the inside, he’s in fucking heaven and hell. He’s wanting to just lay back and let Gerard do whatever the hell he wants to Frank. The only downside to that is once it’s really good, and Frank is half hard and can feel the bruises on his neck and thighs start to form, Gerard will stop. He’ll get close as hell to jacking off or fingering Frank but then just stop. Fucking say “good night love,” and just stop. So that’s what Frank is waiting for as the other squeezes and presses at his ass while sucking hickeys onto his collar bone.

Gerard’s taking his time too, doing everything really slowly, not getting too caught up in the perfectness that is Frank Iero. Also to not get hard while Frank’s perfect ass is shoved right against his dick. But fuck, he’d love to be hard right now, and have Frank grind into him. He’d love to be fingering Frank right now, watching him squirm and listening to him moan. He’d love to be fucking Frank right now, in this exact position. One hand holding his thigh back and the other wrapped around Frank’s neck. He knows what his best friend likes in bed, he’s seen the way Frank’s eyes have gone to the back of his head whenever Gerard get his hand anywhere near the other’s neck. He’s heard Frank try and muffle a moan while Gerard is gripping at his thighs. He’s seen the pictures on Frank’s phone of all the bruises Gerard has given him in a folder labeled “<3.” There’s no question about it, Frank’s submissive as hell when it comes to Gerard.

At the moment though, it’s not as saucy as Gerard wants it to be, but he loves this too. He loves taking his time to taste Frank’s skin. He loves being able to slowly move his hands over his friend’s body. Being able to just lay in the same bed as him is a fucking blessing to Gerard. And he just really, really, loves Frank, every god damn inch of him, inside and out.

“I love you, baby,” Gerard feels compelled to whisper that to him, and give his ear lobe a little nibble. But Frank freezes then, before he was moving with Gerard, tilting his head back and spreading his legs to accommodate wherever the other’s lips and hands wandered to. It’s not the first time Gerard has told Frank he loves him though, he tell him every day actually, usually more than once. And pet names like “baby,” “babe,” and “love,” are ones Gerard commonly use and Frank commonly blushes at. So when Frank freezes, and then sits up and away from Gerard, he gets confused.

“What? did I do something?” Gerard asks kind of panicked, sitting up too. Frank looks pissed and scared, but at the same time he’s fucking gorgeous with the way the blinds shine bars onto his face and chest. The way he’s completely naked and the blanket only covers his dick and left thigh as he kneels on the bed. Gerard’s in awe, constantly just amazed at how fucking stunning his best friend is.

“Yes, you’re looking at me like that, stop it,” Frank’s honestly about to cry. He wants Gerard so badly but he can’t play these little games anymore. He watches as Gerard looks down at his lap like a hurt puppy which is weird and rare. He’s always been so in control and sure of himself but he looks lost right now and that makes Frank want to cry even more.

“I don’t… I don’t know what you want, Frankie,” Gerard tries his best to not piss him off or say anything wrong, so he stares at lap and waits for Frank to say what’s up. Which is also weird and rare.

“I want to stop being confused all the fucking time,” his voice is angsty now, and he slouches a little.

“What do you mean? What’s confusing?” Gerard just thought Frank was stressed about exams but this is definitely not exams.

Frank sighs, “you! You confuse me, you’re so frustrating and you fucking just,” he rubs his eyes, trying to think of how to explain how he feels while not explaining how he feels. “I want to know what you want, I want to know what you mean.”

“Sorry, I’m not following,” Gerard’s lost as hell at the moment when he’s usually on point with knowing what Frank is trying to say without him even having to say it.

Frank takes a moment to breathe, trying not to go off on his best friend who was just making him feel like the most loved person in the world. “In what ways… do you want me? Is the whole,” Frank makes random hand gestures, “feeling me up and kissing me thing just like innocent fun to you or something else?” He tries to say things nicely, he doesn’t want Gerard to think he’s pissed at him for showing him love for fuck’s sake. “What part of your heart is it coming from when you give me a good morning kiss on the cheek and tell me I’m beautiful?” Frank thinks back at the first time Gerard did this in the summer going into 11th grade. Frank had been going though a rough patch that year, and started to critique every little thing about himself. Gerard, of course, noticed and did everything he could to encourage him that summer. Frank would wake up to a compliment and then Gerard was somehow able to get him into the shower. He’d touch almost every inch of Frank, and it wasn’t even weird. Gerard told him over and over how fucking gorgeous he is, how no matter what, he’ll always be gorgeous. It was that summer that Frank realized just how in love he was with the guy who’d make him feel like a million dollars and then make him breakfast to eat in bed. That’s when Frank realized how fucked he was.

The thought of summer just leads to more memories of all the things Gerard has done to give Frank this sense of security and happiness and frustration. “How should I take you holding my hand whenever you drive or whenever we go see a movie? How should I take you buying me dinner at cute restaurants and then snuggling me all night? What does it mean when you say that you can’t live without me and that there’s no one else you’d rather spend you time with? What am I supposed to think when you touch me literally every chance you get and hug me for way longer than normal? Like, what the fuck am I supposed to take from you surprising me on Valentine’s Day with roses and a really romantic bubble bath? I personally don’t make a habit of taking baths with my friends and giving them messages while being completely wet and naked.” Gerard looks kind of upset now, which isn’t what Frank wanted. “I loved it, by the way, I always love taking baths with you.” He smiles at Gerard, who seems kind of embarrassed, but he keeps going. “Really though, I went home the next day and cried because I’d never felt so loved in my entire life.” There’s a pause then, and just thinking about how good that felt makes Frank tear up. It just happened a few months ago and he’s still not over it. He had gone to Gerard’s house for a sleepover like they always do on V-day. But when he got down to Gerard’s room, it was dark but there were fairy lights and candles everywhere. There was a bouquet of red roses on the bed that was actually made. And everything smelled like lavender and vanilla. Gerard was right behind him, and when Frank took it all in, Gerard hugged him from behind and then they spent the night acting like a couple. They swapped cheesy gifts and ate heart shaped brownies with red icing. They slow danced in the middle of Gerard’s room, eyes closed and bodies close. After a while they got to taking each other’s clothes off and get in the bath. They used pretty bath bombs and bubbles, Frank laid in between Gerard’s legs and got possibly the world’s best massage. And he never stopped listening to every word Gerard said to him, he got covered in love and love marks. Gerard kept him so close that night that Frank thought they’d end up becoming one body. That was the night Frank knew this was the guy he wants to wake up to every morning and fall asleep with every night.

The flashbacks are keeping Frank from being productive because now he’s just a pile of emotions and Gerard isn’t looking at him and it hurts. “What way should I take you drawing me so much that there’s literally a sketch book of just my face?” That’s when Gerard shoots his head up and looks at him, “yeah I know about it and it’s really fucking cute.” Frank is crying now, not horribly, but there are a few tears he has to wipe away. They’re half gazing at each other and half looking really vulnerable. “Is when you tell me in the most god damn sincere way possible that you love me, is that just for me? Is that something you tell Ray or Mikey in the friend and brotherly sense or is it you telling me that you love me?” Frank stops then, and he’s staring at Gerard and Gerard is staring back at him. His eyes sad and happy and his mouth twitching like he’s trying to find something to say. “I can’t do it anymore, Gee. I can’t let you make me think that you love me in the way I want you to, if that’s not how you feel.”

There’s a long pause, where Frank regrets ever speaking up. But Gerard crawls over to him, and Frank puts his head down and waits to be told something he doesn’t want to hear. But that’s fixed when Gerard makes his best friend look him in the eyes, with both hands around his cheeks and neck. They have a moment, where Gerard can see the water in Frank’s eyes and the quiver in his lips. Where Gerard’s heart feels like it’s going to blow up inside him at any second. But it doesn’t, of course, instead, he wipes one of Frank’s tears away and says in the most god damn sincere way possible, “I love you.” He gives the other a small smile then whispers, “My love for you is the fucking definition of ‘romance.’ I love you.”

And that has Frank convinced, because he smiles and closes the small gap in between their mouths. Every memory of being so close to kissing Gerard but never being able to comes to surface, and it just makes this moment so much sweeter. Gerard’s lips taste like candy and love, his skin feels like home and he smells like something that should be turned into a cologne. It’s the best kiss of Frank’s life, everything he’s been stressing about goes out the window and everything he’s wanted gets transferred into his lips. There’s no word to explain the way it feels like to finally be able to know what his best friend’s lips taste like. Finally knowing that Gerard actually loves him and is fucking in love with him. There’s no word that Frank knows of to explain the perfectness of this moment other than heaven. If heaven’s real then Frank’s not scared of dying anymore because heaven will be Gerard and his lips and their love.

When their lips break apart, Frank’s ready to put them back together again. “So, you have a naked boy in your bed.” He says suggestively, feeling Gerard’s hands move and caress his entire fucking body until one reaches his thighs and the other his butt.

“Do I?” he kisses Frank again, “he better leave before my boyfriend sees.” And even though that’s a joke Frank’s heard a million times in movies, the word “boyfriend” coming out of Gerard’s mouth makes Frank’s heart go a tad whack.

He maneuvers his way onto Gerard’s lap, the blanket being left behind and the other’s hands finding their way to Frank’s hips and thighs. Frank presses his body against Gerard’s along with wrapping his arms around his neck. Gerard won’t stop moving his hands on Frank’s body, but pauses when he hears Frank say, “you better fuck him before your boyfriend sees.”

That’s the moment Frank gets thrown down onto the mattress with Gerard still in between his legs. With their mouths connecting again and their dreams coming true. Gerard’s tongue is fucking invasive and doesn’t hold back, nothing is slow anymore, it’s rushed but passionate and everything Frank needs. He gets to take out all the stress and frustration on Gerard who gives it right back to him but in a good way. In a way that will hopefully leave him sore in the morning.

Gerard’s grinding against him and Frank’s moaning while trying to push his boyfriend’s boxers off, who eventually gets the hint and starts working at it. He breaks away from Frank who’s laying on his bed complete naked and with legs spread out and hands above his head. Gerard scans him over, Frank’s cock is laying agains his stomach and there’s this look in his eyes that says “fuck me.”

“You know,” Gerard gets his shorts off, “I think it’s total bullshit when you said you can’t sleep with clothes on.” He watches Frank bite his lip and his eyes wonder to Gerard’s dick. “I think,” Gerard lifts the other’s foot to rest on his shoulder, “you just wanted me to touch you anywhere I could get my hands on.” He runs his hand up and down the lifted leg, squeezing when he reaches Frank’s thighs.

“And you didn’t get the hint because I’ve been doing it for a year and you haven’t fingered me yet,” Frank admits, waiting for his boyfriend to receive the hint now, at least.

Gerard gives him a devious look though, one that gets him really excited, and says, “I’ll do you one better.” Then Frank’s foot hits the mattress and he’s being flipped over onto his stomach. And, naturally, he lifts his ass up and spreads his knees. Gerard curses under his breath, “I wish I’d known you were this easy or I would’ve had my cock in you years ago.” Frank giggles against the blankets and shakes his ass.

“Well you have years of fucking to get done in one night so get to it Gee,” Gerard spanks him then, not hard but not lightly either. He’s not surprised to hear Frank moan.

“The one thing I did know, is how fucking submissive you are,” Gerard spanks him again, hears another moan, then licks his thumb and presses it over Frank’s hole. Frank immediately pushes back and whines when Gerard’s thumb goes in. This is what he’s wanted for so long, his best friend’s fingers inside him, fucking him. But Gerard is quick to pull it out and spank Frank again when he starts shaking his ass. He feels Gerard’s hand grab at his cheeks and then little bites, this is teasing, and Frank is impatient.

It’s a moment until Frank feels a tongue lick over his hole, he gasps and resists shoving his ass in Gerard’s face. This is also something Frank has wanted for years, tonight he is blessed.

Gerard eats him out really fucking good. Frank’s gripping the sheets and moaning straight into the blankets, trying not to be too loud. But it’s hard to be quiet when Gerard starts fingering him after tongue-fucking him. He goes in and out so quickly but somehow knows exactly what part to press on inside Frank. Who’s completely lost and in bliss in between the fingers and tongue and the hands gripping the back of his thighs so hard he’s expecting bruises in the morning. Not to mention the fact Gerard spanks him every time he tries to ride the other’s face.

Frank oddly tastes good, Gerard has never done this before. He fingered some guy at a party once in trade for a blowjob but that’s about it. He’s only seen this shit on Pornhub. So he just does to Frank what feels right to him, and it’s pretty fucking amazing. He’d never think that putting his tongue in someone’s asshole would be such a turn on. But feeling Frank shake and hearing him moan and just making him weak is what Gerard lives for.

Frank’s in paradise, when Gerard shove three fingers in him without warning and just the lube Gerard’s spit creates, it’s painful but so good. He manages to lick around Frank’s hole while massaging the spot that makes Frank scream. Right when Frank thinks he’s about to come, Gerard stops and flips him back over in one quick move.

“Wha-?” he exclaims, sad that Gerard stopped and confused as to why he did in the first place. But he gets cut off by fingers getting shoved into his mouth. He can taste himself, which surprisingly isn’t as gross as he’d think it’d be.

“Don’t expect to be able walk too easily tomorrow,” Gerard whispers in his boyfriend’s ear, biting it afterwards. Frank fucking moans around the fingers in his mouth and closes his eyes. Gerard has to get lube though, so he takes his fingers out for now. To his surprise, Frank waits on the bed patiently as he gets the lube and rubs his dick up.

Before he does anything, Gerard gives his boyfriend a long kiss, getting Frank’s legs wrapped around him. And he’s never felt this good, he’s never loved anyone this much. “I love you,” Gerard mumbles when he moves his lips to Frank’s neck instead, and wraps his hand around Frank’s neck too. All while pushing into Frank and feeling his back curve with the way their stomachs press together. Frank makes a whiny noise, slightly choked up too. Only half of Gerard’s cock is in him right now and Gerard is trying his best to not fuck into Frank as fast as he can. “You good?” He asks, biting down on the other’s neck.

“Keep going, just,” Frank actually tries to press down more on Gerard’s dick, which just makes Gerard fuck into him in one motion since he’s sounding pretty eager for it. “Fuck yes, fuck me daddy, fuc-” And that’s when Gerard stops giving a fuck and decides to just drill into Frank. Fucking calling him “daddy” for fuck’s sake. He knew Frank was into that shit though from seeing his search history so it’s not too unexpected. But it’s hot, really hot, and Gerard had never pegged himself as the “daddy” type but being on top of Frank, being in control, making him feel good, Gerard’s into that.

And clearly so is Frank because he’s not getting enough of it and keeps telling Gerard… daddy, to go harder and faster. Frank feels like he’s on cloud nine, he keeps thinking is his head how good daddy is fucking him and how Gerard didn’t get freaked out by that and how the bed is shaking for God’s sake. Daddy’s hand is around his neck and his cock feels so good in him, it hits that one spot every fucking time.

“You’re doing so good baby,” Gerard whispers to him. “You’re taking it so well.” Frank eats that shit up, he always knew Gerard would be bomb in bed. “God,” Gerard moves so he can see Frank’s face better and get a better grip on his neck. “You look so pretty getting fucked.” Gerard smiles but Frank has his head back and his hands wrapped in the blankets still and his eyes half closed, so he doesn’t see it, just hears it. “Look at me, baby,” Gerard orders, so Frank does. He slips his thumb into the bottom’s mouth, who instantly licks and sucks at it. Frank looks fucking recked already, and Gerard takes a mental picture of it. He takes the hand he’s using to hold himself up and grabs Frank’s hand, completely laying down on Frank now and covering his whole body, causing his legs to move up Gerard’s waist. This makes the angle different and Gerard gets a little deeper and is able to go a little harder and Frank’s about done. “Hmm, make me come, daddy,” he wines practically into Gerard’s ear. Who responds by pushing his thumb into Frank’s throat to make it hard to breathe, and then fucking him in the spot that makes Frank squirm on every thrust. His back bends and he squeezes Gerard’s hand along with the sheets and it’s only a few thrusts and a little dirty talking from Gerard (use your imagination) till he’s having the best orgasm of his life.

He’s not able to make too many noises, not for the lack of trying, it’s the fact he can barely breathe or talk. But Gerard lets go and follows with kissing Frank, while feeling him squeeze around Gerard’s cock. So he keeps fucking Frank hard, and Frank keeps calling him “daddy” and telling him not to stop, not to ever stop. But all good things must come to an end, so Gerard makes a series a short shallow thrusts and then goes deep into his boyfriend and comes inside him. Both of them moan, Frank’s never had someone come in him without a condom and it feels fucking amazing. He’s officially addicted to Gerard’s cock now, he wants to be fucked like this every night and day. “Thank you daddy,” Frank whispers out in a scratchy voice. And Gerard just wants to drill him into the mattress all over again.

But that’s not possible right now, so he settles for caressing Frank’s cheek and kissing him on the lips. “You did so good baby,” he moves his hand down Frank towards his sore asshole and take a finger and rubs against it, watching his boyfriend flinch from how sensitive it is. “Do you want me to make it feel better?” He asks, leaving light kisses under Frank’s jaw while barely circling his finger around Frank’s hole.

“Yes, daddy, you made it so sore,” Frank answers, he loves this feeling though, he loves how broken he already feels and how sore his muscles already are.

“Okay, baby,” Gerard slowly trails kisses down from Frank’s jaw all the way down to his pelvis, each kiss slow and sweet. He eventually gets his face in between his boyfriend’s thighs and sees the damage. There’s already bruises on his thighs in the shape of fingerprints, and his hole is red and he can see some come dripping out of it. It’s fucking erotic and something that needs to be photographed. “You look so pretty after daddy fucks you,” Gerard compliments, kissing one of the bruises on Frank’s thighs. He leaves a wet kiss on each one before reaching Frank’s hole, and when he gets there he licks over it, causing Frank’s legs to twitch a little and a whine to slip through. What’s weird is Gerard can taste his own come along with Frank himself, but it’s more hot and perfect than anything else. The only come he ever wants to see drip out of his boyfriend is his own. It’s the only come he’s okay with tasting, well that and Frank’s, of course.

He eats out Frank a little, nice and slow, mainly just pressing his tongue against and on the inside of Frank’s hole. Gerard doesn’t want to get too crazy, he’s tired and not even sure Frank is still awake.

When he moves back up to his boyfriend though, Frank is smiling weakly pushing at Gerard to lay down. Gerard follow orders this time and feels some relief when he lays on his back, Frank quickly following by snuggling into his side. There’s come all over their stomachs from Frank, and come all over Franks ass, but that’s not important because he’s falling asleep. But before he completely goes into dream land, he hears Gerard say “I love you, Frankie,” but is too weak and tired to say it back. What he does do is place a small kiss on Gerard’s collar bone where his mouth is already at, and then falls asleep.

***

The morning after is greeted by sore bodies and long gazes. When Frank wakes up he finds Gerard- his boyfriend- already awake and staring at him, in a loving way though. “Good morning, beautiful,” Gerard says, running his hands through Franks hair.

“Good mornin’ Sex God,” Frank responds, making Gerard roll his eyes and huff out a giggle.

“How romantic,” he comments, but kisses Frank on the forehead. “How are you feeling?”

Frank sighs, “amazing yet like i got hit by a truck.” He smiles at Gerard though, and painfully switches positions so that he has his arms folded on his boyfriend’s chest and his chin resting on them. That’s when Gerard notices the bruises on Frank’s neck, it looks as if he got strangled.

“Fuck, baby, your neck I’m sorry,” Gerard lightly puts his finger over the marked skin and then caresses Frank’s cheek, feeling bad.

“Is it bruised?” Frank obviously can see his neck at the moment, but he can feel it. Gerard gives him a sad nod. “Hey, don’t be sorry, I fucking loved it.”

Gerard smiles but is still worried, “it looks so painful though, and you can’t hide that from your parents.”

Frank rolls his eyes, “my mom thinks we’ve been fucking since 10th grade so it’s not gonna phase her. And my dad is in such denial that I can literally make out with you in front of him and he’ll assume it’s just guys bein dudes.” He laughs at himself, it shouldn’t be funny but having a dad in denial is better than having one who is going to make his life hell for sucking dick. Gerard makes a facial expression that translates to, “true,” and then smiles.

“Do they hurt though?” That’s mainly what Gerard is worried about, he knows Frank likes it rough in bed but he doesn’t want him to feel rough because of it.

In order to convince his boyfriend that it’s fine, he wraps his arms around Gerard’s neck and swings himself over him, straddling Gerard’s lap. It hurts his thighs but that’s what he likes and it’s kind of a turn on. Frank gives Gerard a look and brings his mouth to the other’s ear and whispers, “I like the pain, every time I move it’s a little reminder of how good daddy fucks me, of who I belong to.” Frank hears a small grunt in Gerard’s throat and noticed Gerard’s half hard cock the second he got on top of him. Frank’s sore but he’s fucking horny and all he can think about is last night and the bruises Gerard left all over his body. He already knows that he’ll be pressing on them with one hand while jacking himself off with the other at some point. But right now there’s no need for masturbation because he gets a hand around his boyfriend’s cock and starts bringing him to full hardness.

Gerard’s hands go straight to Frank’s hips and Frank’s lips go straight to Gerard’s neck. This is the first time he’s actually touched Gerard’s dick, it’s fucking awesome because he knows what it can do and how it’s the reason for the state Frank’s in right now. All these little things add up to Frank slightly grinding against Gerard until Frank decides he wants more. “Daddy, will you fuck me please?” Frank asks kindly, with a whiny voice and a bite on the jaw.

“Hmm, aren’t you too sore,” Gerard asks, making sure Frank isn’t getting ahead of himself.

“They say the best way to relieve sore muscles is to stretch… I think I know of a way you can help me with that,” Frank suggests, getting a better grip on Gerard’s dick and spreading the pre-come around for a better slide.

“Yeah, how’s that?”

“Let me ride you daddy, your cock will help me feel better,” and welp, Gerard can’t say no to that, it’d be rude.

“Anything you want, baby,” So he holds on to Frank and sits himself up against the headboard, with Frank now upright in his lap. The gravity makes Frank able to feel the come slipping out of him, so he quickly guides his boyfriend’s cock inside himself. “No lube?” Gerard asks a little worried, holding onto Frank tight. But Frank slams down onto Gerard’s cock and buries his groans into Gerard’s shoulder.

After the initial shock of how intense it feels to be sore as hell and gets fucked, Frank goes to kiss Gerard. They make out for a bit, Frank moving his hips frontwards and backwards, but pulls away when he remembers to answer Gerard’s question. “There’s still a nice slide from your come and the lube,” he answers, wrapping his arms around Gerard’s neck and lifting himself up and then slamming back down. They both squeeze each other and moan, still so sensitive from last night.

But the sting and pain quickly turns into intense pleasure, because everything is so sensitive that means Frank’s spot is very easily pleasured. It’s fucking amazing actually, Frank fucks himself on Gerard’s dick fast and angles so each time his spot gets hit.

“Fuck me daddy, p-please,” Frank keeps bouncing on him and Gerard starts thrusting up inside of him, bending his knees to get a better position. Frank moans a little too loud, to the point where Gerard has to shove his tongue in Frank’s mouth to muffle the moans a little. He has one hand in Frank’s hair and one hand helping Frank’s ass move up and down Gerard’s cock.

Having Frank do most of the work is nice, and Franks seems to be enjoying himself with the way he has to hold onto the headboard to help himself move faster and harder. Gerard puts one hand on Frank’s waist and the other on Frank’s hip, pulling him up and down against his thrusts. Gerard barely moves an inch though, and Frank has to break away from the other’s mouth to moan, he just had to, couldn’t fucking hold it in. “Y-yes, daddy, keep doing tha-t,” so Gerard does, he stays in that exact position and keeps up the pace, but goes harder on some thrusts.

“You’re doing so good baby, you ride daddy so good,” Gerard slaps Frank’s ass, causing him to whine and shove his hands into Gerard’s hair.

“Spank me daddy,” Franks stops fucking himself and lets Gerard thrust into him. This was it’s easier for Gerard to spank him, and he does. He times it so he thrusts and spanks Frank at the same time, slapping the already red skin. Frank has to bite into Gerard’s shoulder, with the spanking and fucking and Gerard calling him his “little slut” it all gets a little to much. Gerard spanks him hard this time unlike last night, it stings but it just turns Frank on even more. He knows how sore he’ll be in the morning and how he needs to check in the mirror for handprints and bruises later.

Gerard doesn’t let up on spanking until Frank ends up biting his shoulder so hard that it breaks skin. “You’re mine now, anyone tries to take your ass they’ll see my handprint and know you’re taken,” Gerard’s never letting anyone touch Frank besides himself. “You’re daddy’s whore,” every comment Gerard makes causes Frank to whine. He says more about how tight he is, how much Gerard loves fucking him, and how he’ll make sure that every time Frank comes over he’ll go home with a new mark. Frank is his.

Frank eventually starts riding him again, and they’re both putting in the same amount of effort. It’s not long until Gerard squeezes Frank and fucks into him as hard as he can and comes, making Frank’s skin tingle and his insides go hot from his boyfriend’s come. But Frank’s not done yet, so he goes as quickly as he can while Gerard is still hard and coming in order to get off. It’s easy to, Gerard just has to keep squeezing Frank and coming inside him, and Frank just has to keep hitting the same spot. It’s only a few more thrusts till he orgasms, and it’s all over Gerard’s stomach. In which he reacts by running his fingers in Frank’s come and shoving them in Frank’s mouth. At first Frank is caught off guard but then find it weirdly hot and sucks and licks at Gerard’s fingers till it’s all gone.

They stay there for a minute, Gerard’s cock and fingers still in Frank, just trying to get their breathing sorted before moving. They have their foreheads connected and are mixing air together. They both feel lightheaded and ready to sleep again. But before that happens, Gerard pulls out with a sting, and Frank realizes his asshole actually does feel better.

They make out, Frank still in Gerard’s lap. His arms are wrapped around Frank’s waist, holding him close. And Frank rests his arms on his boyfriend’s shoulders. They give each other slow kisses. Taking time to suck on the other’s lip and feel the other’s skin. The only thoughts that cross Frank’s mind right now have 100% to do with Gerard, which, honestly, isn’t much different than usual. But instead he’s not imagining sitting in Gerard’s naked lap post-sex making out, it’s actually happening. Frank thought it’d be scary to fall in love with his best friend, but it’s amazing and so many more words than that. He doesn’t worry about them breaking up and ruining their friendship, because it’s fucking lock and key. This relationship, them being in love with each other, is locked into place and the key has been destroyed. No one can find it and unlock them, and if they ever tried to search for it, it’d be a lost cause. They’re stuck together, no matter what, and Frank can’t be more thrilled about it. He can’t be anymore happy than he is now, someday he hopes to be though, with a career he loves and a ring on his finger. But right now, this is as good as it’s going to get. And this, making out on his boyfriend’s bed completely naked, is pretty fucking good.

When they take a small breather, Frank looks into Gerard’s eyes and says in the most god damn sincere way possible, “I love you too.”

[nsfwfrerardx]

The Wrong but Right Key

“God fucking bless, I don’t know the last time I’ve slept in a bed bigger than myself.” Frank groans, stretching as he gets out of the bus, parked in front of the Hilton Hotel.

“You’re not one to complain, at least you fit in those tiny beds, the rest of us are hanging off the side,” Ray hops out next, cracking his back in a way that makes Frank cringe. When Frank processes the short joke, he tries to reach up and ruffle Ray’s hair (Ray hates it, everyone knows), but of course he can’t; so he settles with just lightly punching him in the chest.

“Woah, someone’s a little feisty, looks like you really do need a hotel night,” the much bigger man lifts Frank up, who’s not even fighting it, and places him next to Gerard. “There, now don’t hurt him, he’s fragile.”

“Fuck you I’m fragile,” Gerard, who’s smoking, hands his cigarette to Frank, “I’ll go check us in,” Frank smiles up at Gerard and takes the cigarette, putting it in his mouth and breathing in happily, not breaking eye contact. Gerard gives him a smirk before turning around and walking towards the front door. Frank fails at not staring at his ass, Frank’s not even an ass person but Gerard’s is very fine.

“You could be less obvious about wanting my brother’s dick, please.” Mikey eyes him, squinting while trying to light a smoke, but with the wind it’s not really going anywhere.

Frank scoffs, “I do not! And even if I did I would be very stealthy about it.” Everyone starts laughing, except for Frank, of course.

“Stealthy, Jesus, Frank, you keep a dildo under your pillow and that thing is not stealthy,” Bob announces, patting Frank on the back, who chokes on his air. He literally has nothing to say to that, because it’s true. And everyone else has their mouthes wide open in surprise (but they all know about it too, most likely). Frank has been caught red-handed by Bob, publicly humiliated, except he really shouldn’t be too embarrassed. What’s the difference between his nicely sized dildo and Ray’s fleshlight?

“That’s not an image I want in my head,” Mikey frowns, going back inside the bus to get his book bag.

“I’m sure it’s an image Gerard has eeeeeeverrrryy night, "oh Gerard, fuck me, ah, please daddy,”“ Bob teases with moans and a high pitched voice. Frank wants to cry.

"Um, sorry Bob, but you’re not really my type,” Gerard walks up, handing a room key to Bob and giving him a nice pat on the shoulder, “but I’m sure you’ll find your daddy someday.”

Bob slaps Gerard’s hand off him, “The only daddy I need is God, thank you.” No one is even sure what to say at this point, and Frank has no idea if he should defend himself or not. But if he did then Gerard would know Bob was mocking him, so he just stays quiet and takes the room key he’s given. The way he’s given it makes him question if Gerard knows all about his non stealthy dildo. Because he didn’t even take it, he reaches his hand out to do so but it just end up flat against Gerard’s chest. Gerard reaches around Frank, looking right into his eyes, and slips the key into his back pocket, patting his butt afterwards with a smile, then walks back towards the hotel.

“Well, at least two of us are getting laid tonight,” Bob sighs, going into the hotel before he can hear Frank bitch at him.

“What do you mea- oh God, I’m going out, Ray you wanna come?” Bob’s comment is the first thing he hears when he steps out of the bus, and it only takes him a few seconds to realize what it’s about.

“Yeah sure,” Ray turns to follow Mikey, who’s making his way to the Pizza Hut across the street. “Maybe I should get into dick,” he questions silently, but Frank hears, and Frank wishes he didn’t.

~

Frank decides to explore the hotel a little before settling it, hitting up the free coffee asap. When he eventually gets to his room number, he tries the key but it doesn’t work. He puts it in slowly, quickly, backwards, and none of it is helping. So he figures Gerard must have slipped him the wrong one, or maybe it’s just defective. But he goes to see if any of the other guys have the right key first.

Half way down the hall Frank remembers that, oh yeah, Mikey and Ray are gone. They’re at Pizza Hut, and therefore can’t hand him the right key even if one of them has it. So it looks like he’ll just go bug Gerard a bit, he could go to Bob’s room, but there’s a good chance he’s already asleep. When he gets to Gerard’s door, he gets the idea to just try the key out on it just for kicks, and when it slips out, the little red light turns green, and he can hear the notch in the door unlock. He’s slightly taken back, maybe Gerard accidentally game him one of his extra room keys? Probably. Frank turns the handle and opens the door, almost shutting it again when he sees Gerard half naked walking out of the bathroom. It’s not like he’s never seen Gerard half naked before, they live on a bus for half a year, for fuck’s sake he’s seen him fully naked before. Frank is very fond of those memories.

“Oh, shit, hey sorry um my room key seems to be, uh, your room key,” Frank stumbles out with a nervous laugh, trying to hide himself behind the door.

“Oh! How funny, well come in Frankie,” Gerard strangely doesn’t seem surprised by this, he walks up to Frank in just his boxers, pulls him in by the waist from behind the door and into the room. The door shuts automatically and Frank starts to feel inclosed, though it’s a big room. A huge flat screen TV in front of a huge king sized bed. The sheets are red and so are the walls, the roses on the desk and bed stand match. There are little red paper hearts scattered all over the bed, some on the floor too. On the balcony, behind the open sliding glass doors, there are fairy lights wrapped around the railing. The sun is setting, making the room glow a little pink.

“I thought I’d have more time,” Gerard speaks out, blushing a little as he looks down at himself. “I was gonna shower, didn’t think you’d be here so soon.”

“I um, I’m confused, what’s all this for? Are you expecting someone?” Frank then realizes that Gerard basically already answered that, but before he can process what all this means, the taller guy is right in his space. He feels a hand on his hip, and it seems like that’s all he can feel, also some confusion. All he can see is Gerard’s neck, until he looks up a little and then all he can see is Gerard’s face. Beautiful face, with intense eyes, feels as if he’s looking into Frank’s soul. It makes him feel warm all over, and safe, and a little nervous. The last time Gerard looked at him like this, they made out in front of thousands of fans.

“I’m expecting you,” Gerard whispers, “this,” he slowly grabs the room key from Frank’s fingers, tossing it on the floor, “this is all for you.” His fingers run up from the other’s hand, all the way to Frank’s cheek. “I want you to know how much I want you,” Gerard pulls him in closer, “off the stage, at least.” He smiles, but Frank can barely see it, or breathe, he’s getting tingles all over, butterflies in his stomach. There’s a lot he wants to say, wants to confess, but Gerard’s right here, half naked and touching him in a way he hasn’t before. Not this sincerely at least, not alone in a hotel room with a romantic setting. Theres fairy lights and paper hearts, for fuck’s sake. “May I?” The other man asks, making sure he’s not overstepping.

Theres no doubt in Frank’s mind that he may, and that he can, and that he most definitely will. So Frank kisses him first, right then and there, wrapping his hands around the back of Gerard’s neck. Sucking on his lips and pushing his body up to Gerard’s, pulling the other’s neck towards him, deepening the kiss. It’s all happening so fast, not the kiss, but whatever lead up to it. He just came here to figure out his key situation and now he’s making out with a very hot, half naked guy. A half naked guy he’s kinda sort of a lot of in love with.

This is a much different kiss than usual too, on stage it’s passionate but quick, and there’s so much adrenaline that he can barely even take in the moment. On stage, Gerard grabs him hard, manhandles him, and fuck, he loves it, it turns him on. But here, it’s passionate but it’s slow, there’s not much adrenaline, just butterflies. Gerard’s holding him, not grabbing, and he is turned on, definitely, but it a different way. On stage it’s a ‘bend me over the amp and fuck me right now’ kind of turned on, but here it’s a 'kiss me till my knees give out and fuck me in a field of roses’ kind of turned on. And Frank thinks he likes this better than what he feels on stage, because right now he feels unbelievably loved, and insanely desired.

Gerard’s lips are like silk, they move as if he’s been practicing for this moment, studying Frank’s mouth. Which is quite possible, lately Gerard’s been kissing him off stage too. Not in the same way though, little pecks here and there, in the morning when they first see each other and cuddle up on the couch from being cold due to having to leave the comfort of the bunks. Gerard will hold Frank close to him, wrapped up in a blanket and not really awake yet. He’ll kiss him on the lips, and say good morning, maybe call him beautiful or gorgeous, tell him he loves him. And Frank always smiles, and Gerard always falls in love a little more. Sometimes the guys will see but they don’t say anything, as if it’s not anything new. And when one of them decides to go to bed, Gerard will always give Frank a hug and peck on the cheek. Sometimes he’ll kiss him on the lips too, and sometimes it lasts a little longer than the morning ones. And sometimes Frank will stay in Gerard’s bunk until he falls asleep, then sneak out when the little snores start. Basically, they’ve been highkey acting like a couple lately, but neither of them have talked about it.

Gerard’s hands don’t stop moving, up Frank’s sides and down to his butt, squeezing whenever he gets there. It starts to get more heated, tongues get involved, so do their hips, starting to get pulled together. Gerard’s lips make it down to the other’s neck, and his hands make it up Frank’s shirt and then down the back of Frank’s pants. They manage to get under his boxers and are able to get a hold of his ass, biting at Frank’s neck the moment he squeezes. And Gerard gets what he was aiming for, Frank’s whimper. Frank starts fidgeting and retracts his hands from Gerard, which makes him wonder if he went to far. But when Gerard steps back a little, Frank takes off his shirt, throwing it to the ground and goes back to grabbing at Gerard’s neck. And he goes willingly, instantly smoothing his hands around Frank’s chest, waist, and back. Walking him backwards towards the bed, keeping his lips attached to the other’s. When they reach the end of the bed, Gerard turns them around and pushes Frank onto the it, who yelps, before sinking into the mattress.

Frank looks around, puts his arms up above his head and grabs onto the sheets, spreading his legs apart. The little hearts get caught between his fingers. “How do you want me?” He asks, and usually it would be in a joking manner, but he has his legs spread apart, he’s ready to grip the blankets when the moment comes, and he’s looking at Gerard with needy eyes. Gerard, who is about to faint, because um, yeah Frank.

“Stay like that,” Gerard plays along, and palms himself through his boxers, trying to figure out what to do. He’s thought of this, so many times, he’s gotten off to this image exactly; Frank laying down, spread out and ready for him. But Frank still has pants on, which is definitely not apart of the image. “Wait, take everything off,” he orders, going over to the wall to turn off the lights, so that only the faint glow from the fairy lights and sky provide light. It makes the room look more romantic actually, more intense. When he gets back to the end of the bed, Frank is stripped, but he’s turned around, laying on his stomach. He had told Frank to stay, but he’s not going to argue with him, because the guy he wants to pound through every surface of this hotel is pointing his ass out and grabbing the sheets above his head. “So I’m guessing you want to bottom?” Gerard immediately regrets the joke, he has Frank on his bed, naked and beautiful, ready to get fucked, this is not the time for jokes. But Frank giggles, turning back around and onto his side, keeping his upper back flat on the mattress though.

“It depends,” Frank licks his lips, “show me your cock,” he tells him, starting to sit up. Gerard has a heat wave run through him, this is going somewhere.

“Size Queen, are you?” He takes his hand off his dick and starts to pull down his boxers. Then Frank is at the foot of the bed, on his knees and watching the waistband get lower.

“Maybe a little,” he smirks.

“You’ve seen my dick before though,” Gerard remembers, getting the waistband right above the tip, and keeping it there.

“Not like this,” Frank’s hands go up to the waistband, his fingers hovering over it. He looks up at Gerard, “Can I?”

When he gets the nod, Frank’s hands go to the other’s hips, and his lips go to the base of Gerard’s cock. Kissing it, feeling amazed he’s actually doing this, licking and kissing down his best friend’s dick. Eventually he feels hands in his hair when he gets down to the tip. But there’s still fabric over that part, so he looks up at Gerard, tucks his fingers under the waistband, and tugs them all the way down.

Gerard wants to cry, his cock is basically laying on top of Frank’s face, the view is so god damn erotic. Frank takes the base of Gerard’s dick in his hand, then licks up to the tip, taking it in with his mouth, all without breaking eye contact. He sucks on the head, licking around and over, feeling it get hard in his mouth. Eventually he just takes it all in at once. God blessed him with no gag reflex, and also a pain kink, because if he didn’t have one the pulling of his hair would be a turn off. When he swallows, Gerard shouts and curses, making Frank feel pleased with his work. One more stroke and then he pulls off, staring at the flushed cock in front of him. His best friend’s cock, amazingly. And it’s a nice one, a very nice one. Frank estimates nine inches, give or take, which just makes him more eager to get fucked by it.

“Yeah,” he answers, looking up at Gerard, “I want to bottom.” Smiling, he lets go of the other’s hips, but before he can put his hands in his lap, Gerard is picking him up. Well, kind of, like a weird pick up and push move that turns out really well, surprisingly. Because he’s on his back now, Gerard on top, with his hand holding Frank’s thigh, and the other above Frank’s head. Gerard’s crotch against his own, grinding into him while they’re kissing. It literally went from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds, well, more like 50 to 100 but that’s not important. What’s important is Gerard’s tongue in his mouth, and his best friend’s cock rubbing against his own. The fire in his chest and his legs wrapped around another body, that’s important. The face in between his hands that happens to be the face of the person he pretends not to stare at during recording sessions, that’s important. The fact that if he were doing this with someone else, it wouldn’t feel as good. Because the thrill of making out, completely naked, with the guy he’s a little too obviously in love with, is what makes this so amazing.

One moment Gerard’s thrusting, making the bed shake and Frank almost come, then the next he’s reaching over to the bedside table, opening the drawer and taking something out. Then he’s over Frank again, looking straight at him, sweaty and questioning. “May I-”

“You may do whatever the hell you want to me,” Frank rushes out, wanting more.

“Sweet,” Gerard grins, and Frank wants to giggle, but keeps his mouth shut, this isn’t the time. He hears a bottle cap open, and he knows that sound probably too well, and it just makes him that much more excited. He tries to reach up and kiss Gerard’s neck, but he’s up too high, so Frank settles for staring and waiting.

“Get on wi- oh fuck yes,” he gets cut off by a lubed finger being pressed into him. Well more like forcefully pushed, but Frank can’t lie, he fucked himself with that stealthy dildo this morning so it’s nothing compared.

“You should stop being so pushy,” Gerard teases, laying back down on top Frank, holding himself up a little with his elbow.

“You should go a little faster, maybe add another, I can take it,” he grins, Gerard’s face is right above his, their nose touching. Gerard pecks him on the lips, moving his finger in and out a little faster. He doesn’t want to spend time kissing Frank right now, well, he always wants to kiss Frank, but he’d rather be watching his face at the moment.

“Yeah, I know you can,” Gerard quickly adds another finger, making Frank jerk and whimper, but not separating his eyes with the other. “I saw that dildo of yours,” Frank almost gets nervous but the fingers inside him starts moving faster and deeper so he forgets to be. Gerard bites his lip, Frank looks so good, his mouth hanging open and one hand grabbing the pillow above his head. It’s definitely an image Gerard has seen in his dreams, but seeing it in real life is incomparably better. “I bet you use it a lot,” he adds, whispering in Frank’s ear, holding the other’s hair in his free hand. “What do you think about? Who’s cock do you imagine fucking you?” He bites Frank’s ear then, and he keeps whimpering, won’t stop, and he’s not answering Gerard’s questions. “Tell me who you think about,” he licks around Frank’s ear, curling his fingers and making the other yelp in what Gerard hopes is pleasure.

“I don’t, I don’t wanna- oh fuck,” Frank can’t even get a sentence out, so Gerard just adds another finger, he’ll need it. “Please, I’m gonna- Ge-” he breaks out into a moan when Gerard hits that spot again.

“Tell me,” he keeps his fingers pressed against Frank’s prostate, rubbing.

Frank inhales deeply, squeezing his legs around Gerard, and mumbles, “You, I-I think of you.” Gerard kisses him, right then, rough and needy. Going back to fingering Frank fast and hard, sometimes missing his prostate on purpose. And soon Frank can’t even kiss him, because his mouth is wide open and he’s moaning, whimpering. Then Gerard stops, he takes his fingers out in one quick motion and Frank whines.

“Why- why did you- oh,” he stops when Gerard gets back on his knees in between Frank’s legs. He rips open a condom, in which Frank has no idea where he got from, then puts it on. Lubing his dick up afterwards, looking at how recked his best friend already is just from being fingered. He gets oddly turned on by Frank’s asshole, it already looks so used, he wants to know what it looks like when he’s done with it. “Instead of just staring at my asshole, why don’t you fuck it too?” Frank gets Gerard’s attention, he’s smirking and squirming on the sheets, the other smiles, and starts rubbing Frank’s thighs. Which automatically spread more in Gerard’s favor.

“You’re eager,” he suggests, lining his cock up with Frank’s hole, watching him grab the sheets in preparation. “So tell me,” he presses in a little, just till he sees the head of his cock disappear into Frank. And it’s tight, even though he knows he did a good job with his fingers, obviously. Frank moans right when he feels Gerard’s dick against him, and he just gets louder when it goes in, pulling on the sheets. “How do you imagine me fucking you?” Gerard resists moving, not doing anything until Frank answers. “Do I fuck you hard? Slow? Fast?” He rubs at the other’s thighs, waiting.

Frank smiles, “come here,” he reaches his hands up for Gerard’s neck, and when Gerard bends over him they kiss. “You start off slow, but deep,” Frank whispers when their mouths part, he runs his hands through his friend’s gelled hair, holding on. He gets kissed again, passionately, when he feels Gerard start moving. He goes slowly like Frank said, and goes all the way in, balls deep. Frank’s legs are raised high on Gerard’s body, hooking his feet together and pulling on the other’s hair. It feels fucking amazing, having his best friend’s cock inside him, but he wants more. “Move, move,” he pants, and Gerard obeys, slowly moving out, then slowly moving in again. “Fa-faster, please,” Frank’s getting used to the size, well maybe not used to, but just really enjoying the stretch. It’s what he loves most about being a bottom, feeling the way another man’s cock can stretch him open and make him feel so amazing. And what’s even better is that this is Gerard’s cock, not just some guy he met backstage or a roadie that has pent up sexual tension from being on the road and not having privacy to do much. This is different, he actually has feelings for the guy fucking him, strong ones, pining love related ones. And it just makes it that much better.

Gerard goes faster, but keeps going just as deep, causing the bed to start shaking, along with Frank. “Fuck yes, hmmm, ah, ah, h-harder,” he takes his hands out of Gerard’s hair, holding onto the sheets above his head. “You always fu- ah, fuck me h-hard, in my m-mind,” he ends the sentence with a whimper when Gerard starts going harder right when he hears the word. “Yes, fuck yes, r- ah, right there,” Frank has to close his eyes, and grip the sheets tighter, and moan a little louder. Gerard’s fucking perfect, there may be handcuffs and a blindfold missing but this is spot on with the scenes he plays over and over in his mind when he’s fucking himself. There’s no explaining how just, spectacular it feels when Gerard’s cock hits him right where he needs it, so hard and fast.

“I’m always fucking you hard in my mind too,” Gerard whispers in a shaky voice, right in Frank’s ear. “God, you, ugh, you feel so fucking good, baby,” his hand moves up the other’s thigh, pushing it up and just, fucking plowing in as deep and hard as he can. Frank fucking screams in pleasure, making high pitched whimpering noises that turn into moans then whimpers again, his voice shaking to the rhythm of Gerard’s thrusts. “My cock is s-so much better than, hmm, ur dildo, yeah? I bet you don’t moan like this when you fuck yourself, or when an-anyone else fucks you,” Frank is just fucking gone right now because Gerard is dirty talking in complete sentences and Frank can barely get an, “Oh God, you’re cock feels so fucking good in me,” out. When he really wants to, because it’s really true. “You’re so good for me, not touching yourself, I didn’t even have to ask,” Gerard drastically goes slower, so he can talk more clearly without wanting to come in like the next second. “I’ve waited so long to get my cock inside you Frankie,” he licks and bites at Frank’s neck, thrusting hard. Frank’s back arches and Gerard helps hold him up like that, it looks fucking hot. “You drive me insane on stage, baby, I’d fuck you over the amp right then and there if I could, let everyone know who you belong to.”

“Please,” Frank whimpers.

“You’d like that Frankie? Want me to bend you over and fuck your tight ass? Maybe I’d do it right on stage, the f-fans would go wild.” Frank imagines it, Gerard stopping in the middle of a song to ravish him. Maybe he wouldn’t even stop, maybe they’d just make those Detroya moans real. It’s a fucked up thought sense half the kids there are under 18 but he knows they daydream about far more inappropriate things. So does he.

He answers in a moan though, words officially aren’t an option anymore. “I’m taking that as a yes,” Gerard doesn’t let up on fucking Frank at all. He ends up letting go of the other’s thigh, and holding his hand instead. No longer holding Frank up, but dropping him down to the mattress along with himself. Their bodies fully connecting in the cheesy sense. He keeps his mouth at Frank’s neck, sucking and kissing when he’s not moaning or rambling. Frank’s legs go back to wrapping tightly around Gerard, he puts them up as high as he can. He’s so close to coming but he’s trying to hold on because this feeling right now is fucking insane. Plus he wants this to last as long as possible, but then Gerard starts hitting his spot again and welp, the end is coming.

“I’m- I’m close,” He rushes out before going full fucking force on Frank. Who whines like he’s been doing every other thrust. Frank thinks the whole room is rocking with them, though impossible. But he feels bad for whoever’s in the next room, and below. He also doesn’t fucking care either because in a few more thrusts he’s going to be coming all over both them. And he does just that when Gerard hits it just right and bites his neck, he grips onto Gerard’s back and tries to not make too loud of noises. Gerard doesn’t stop either, he feels Frank tighten around him, feels the scratching on his back that he can already tell will sting in the shower, he feels the vibrations of Frank’s moan against his lips, and he hears it too. Then he’s coming too, a couple thrusts after Frank. “Fuck, Frank, Frank,” he tries to silence himself against the other’s neck, and it sort of works.

Frank can feel Gerard’s cock pulsing inside him, he can’t feel his come though, which kind of saddens him. But he’s just had the best orgasm of his fucking life, with a guy he’s unbelievably in love with, so whatever.

“I love you, love you,” Gerard seems completely wrecked, he is too. Also, Gerard just told him that he loves him, for the first time, in the not-platonic way. And he doesn’t think Gerard even realizes it. Maybe he’s meant it non-platonically for a while. So he moves his head away, looks over at the other, and caresses his cheek. And he was right, Gerard is wrecked, face red and hair sweaty. It’s fucking hot, but other than that, it’s also what he wants to see every damn day/night/minute.

“I love you, love you too,” there’s a moment where they just look into each other’s eyes, all gay like. In that moment, Frank thinks this is the happiest he’s ever been, Gerard does too. So he kisses the love of his life, and Frank kisses back. It’s slow and happy, they don’t have to keep an act up anymore, pretending they aren’t in love. Frank doesn’t think he ever did a good job with that anyways, Gerard would have to agree.

The kiss gets interrupted when he pulls out and Frank bites his own lip from the sting. Gerard pulls and ties off the condom, throwing it wherever. Which reminds Frank, “we need to get tested so this whole condom shit can stop, I want your come dripping out of me next time.” Frank licks his lips, he can go from sweet to dirty quite quickly, he’s proud of such fact.

Gerard giggles though, and kisses him again. “I can second that, so does this mean we’re exclusive?” He raises his eyebrows and he can see the fear in Frank’s eyes. So he fixes that, “because I want to be, there’s no one in this world I’d rather be with,” he kisses his hopefully new boyfriend then. “Starting now, or like an hour ago, we are boyfriends, and we love each other, and I’m gonna propose to you one day, then we’ll get married, get some dogs, have as many kids as your heart desires, and grow nasty and old.” Gerard worries for a second that this was too much but luckily, Frank is a hopeless romantic.

“Only if we can yell at the youth to get off our lawn,” Frank smiles.

“Whatever you want, baby,” Gerard kisses him again then rolls off. “Oh I forgot,” he goes down the bed and between Frank’s legs.

He laughs when Gerard spreads his legs, “what the- ready for round two already? You can do whatever you w- mmmmy God, fuck yes,” he feels Gerard’s hot tongue against his sore asshole. He grips the sheets beside him, “I won’t be able to come for a while but f-fuck this feels great.”

“Just want to know what you taste like after you’ve been used by my cock,” Gerard bites his thigh, “so good baby.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Frank doesn’t have the energy to get hard, but he’s turned on none the less. Gerard’s tongue goes back to licking around his hole. Eventually it slides in and starts messaging the sore parts. Gerard’s cock really did a number on him, so this feels fucking amazing. And Gerard loves the taste, strangely, and how easy it is to slide his tongue in and out. How pink and swollen Frank’s hole already looks is such a turn on. He makes a mental note to take pictures and videos of them fucking at some point. Eventually he starts kissing up Frank’s thigh though, then pelvis then stomach then chest, neck, jaw, and finally reaches his lips. Frank happily kisses him, doesn’t even care about where Gerard’s mouth just was. “I love you so fucking much,” he practically whispers into the other’s mouth. “You’re so hot,” Gerard sucks and bites down on his lip.

“Mm, gonna fuck that tight ass the rest of my life,” he slips a hand down and squeezes one of Frank’s butt cheeks which makes him squeal a little.

“It’s yours now, I’m yours now,” Frank stops kissing and looks Gerard in the eyes. Making sure to get the point across.

“Good,” he smiles at his new boyfriend, “you’ll always be mine.” He gives him a quick kiss before rolling off. “Come'er love,” he pulls Frank over to his side, and lets them take a moment to snuggle up and get comfy. They get situated and decide to leave the showering for morning time. The little hearts are sticking to him but it’s not too bothering. They say their “good night"s and "I love you"s, they say the last one a million times, not getting used to how it feels now that they’re together. Frank can definitely wait to hear what the guys are going to have to say in the morning though, it’ll be obvious what they did when he has hickies and bite marks all over his neck and can barely walk straight. But they can go through it together, which is all Frank really wants in life, them, together.

[spams-from-k-deactivated2022030]

You’re brother is a good man tbh

[mikeysgerard]

Important

Guys this is REALLY important to me! Please don’t harass Gerard about all of this MCRX thing at Comic Con, this is about him and his comics and it would break.my.heart if people wouldn’t appreciate that :( Please please please okay?

[priest-frank]

Everyones saying “disappointing news about mcrx” like how is that disappointing?? A release? That means we havent seen or heard it yet. That could mean demo songs or songs that didnt make it onto the albums. That could mean new mcr music but still authentic because it was recorded while they were still a band. That could mean a dvd. You all say it’s disappointing that theyre not having a reunion or a tour but did you really think they would do that? I’m just super excited for whatever this release is and I hope you guys are too.

[rxley-s]

This week has been fucking wild

- Taylor Swift got dragged - I actually said the words"I agree with Kanye West" - Khloé Kardashian posted a picture of some random girls asshole - Chloe Mortez tried to be relevant - Selena Gomez turned out to be a dumbass - Jeffree Star got dragged - Melania Trump copied Michelle Obama’s speech - MCR rose from the dead

[panace-at-the-disco]

mcrx board meeting

warner executive: how can we make a crap ton of money off the tenth anniversary of welcome to the black parade

warner executive: oh I know let’s post a really vague cryptic video with a new mcr logo and delete the last post about them breaking up so fans get super hyped and start talking and posting about it even though there’s zero chance of a new album or reunion tour

someone else: isn’t it like kinda messed up to get the fans’ hopes up?

warner executive: i don’t give a shit think about the $$$$$$$$$$$

[pete-screaming-in-the-distance]

when you noticed MCRX and the video is only for the anniversary of Black Parade

[brandnbyr]

July 20, 2016: the Great Emo Comeback of 2016 July 21, 2016: the Emo Mass Funeral of 2016

[whatafartface]

jusT wanTeD A TOuR!!!!!!!!!!

[geeonheart09]

MCRX O_O

me: i’m over my emo phase

mcr:

me:

[relevantrebecka-blog]

Today be like

MCR Fans: WE'LL CARRY ON *throws on mcr tshirt* WE'LL CARRY ON *puts on blackest jeans* AND THOUGH YOU'RE DEAD AND GONE BELIEVE ME *messily applies eyeliner* YOUR MEMORY WILL CARRY ON *cries and ruins freshly applied eyeliner*

Also MCR Fans: What the fuck guys

[totally-real-mcr-facts]

Totally Real MCR fact #30

On September 23rd 2016 mcr are releasing a mixtape called “you thought emo fucks” which is an audio of Ashton Kutcher saying “YOU JUST GOT PUNK’D” on loop for 45 minutes.

[fredweazley]

[frankieromustlive]

[frankaliciousunicorn]

[cat-zombie]