Bathroom Bitch
I dont care about forever, i just need it tonight
Genre: smut
Ship: frerard (frank iero, gerard way)
Characters: trans male frank iero, gerard way, mikey and ray are mentioned
Desc: after one heated show, frank cant take hearing gerard touch himself on stage anymore, he wants to feel it.
Cw: drool kink, choking, pnv sex, fingers in mouth, degrading, slapping, hair pulling, bottom frank iero, scent kink is implied, handjob on transmasc anatomy, sex in the bathroom of a venue, creampie
2.6k words, enjoy!
If you had asked frank what his intentions were before the show started, he wouldve given a vague bullshit answer, something about impressing girls or playing so hard that the venue would shake– as if that was possible with the amp setup. But during the show, his intentions changed.
Frank didnt know why, but gerard had his hand down his pants, moaning like a whore and making mikey increasingly uncomfortable. Frank just had to watch, completely transfixed on gerards back as the girls all screamed, blessed with the sight of gerard sweaty and blushing like a dumbass. Frank knew the testosterone could have some… unwanted side effects, but god damn did his pants feel too tight when gerard did that. The only thing frank could do was mess with his lip ring, press his legs together, and slide his fingers up and down the fretboard with the feedback ringing in his ears.
Frank realistically knew it was an attention grabber, everything gerard did was for attention; for publicity. Gerard was a smart man, he knew that when the crowd went home they would scramble to myspace and facebook to jot down how crazy the concert was, how they wanted to engrave gerards slutty moans in their memories, and shitty recordings would float to the tops of internet chatrooms. But frank knew there had to be some sort of exhibitionism in this, that always hung clear in the back of his mind when he saw how gerards pants stayed tightly clinging to the form of his dick long after the stunt had ended. Frank needed to feel it, the hard shaft nestled deep inside him while gerard did something else, just filling him so casually that it felt normal. Normalized sex, consistent sex between them would cure frank forever, from whatever ailment frank ever could get, gerards dick inside him would fix it.
It was getting painful, the fact that they kissed on stage but never in private weighed on frank. Frank knew gerard knew his feelings, and since he had figured it out gerard had been pushing the envelope on what he could get away with. It started with kissing on stage, to hands wandering a bit needier, to making frank say ‘please’ when he asked for things. It was torture, pure hell even, to keep his composure around him. Every please got whinier and more desprate, whimpers against microphones became louder in hopes that he would earn some sort of acknowledgement for it.
Frank walked off stage, exhausted from a show well done with his vocal chords aching from how hard he had pushed his moans. He sighed, bending over to pick up his waterbottle from the ground and shrugging off his guitar. He suddenly felt a hand slap him on the ass and slide over his back as he looked up at the offender, gerard. Of course it was gerard, and of course frank felt his mind go blank for a moment. Because the same shit happened every night.
“Good show frankie, ill be in the bathroom if you need me,” gerard huffed, quickly rushing towards the stairs off the venues stage. He was flustered, frank could see it in his eyes. He was hot and was going to go strip down and either take a piss of a lifetime or jack off, probably both.
Frank rolled his eyes as he let him go, the sight of gerard on stage playing over in his mind. Moaning. Rolling his hips into his hand. Probably biting his lip too, the fucking whore. Frank sighed, taking his small bag of water bottle carcasses in his left hand as he placed his white guitar on his guitar stand. He watched as gerard shuffled down the halls, trailing behind him by a bit before gerard ducked into the mens room. Frank lingered outside the door for a moment, heavily debating on if he should bust inside. It would serve him right if frank caught him jacking off, and if he timed it right he could get a good view of him… God it was tempting, hearing his pants unzip was like heroin. Frank quickly realized he was being creepy, a freak and a loser. But god.. Just one night…
No.
Frank detested that man, he hated every goddamn thing about him. Hated his eyes, hated his lips and how much they moaned, how much his hands touched him, caressed him, grabbed at him.. He had to hate him or else he was a fag. Frank couldnt take another step away, he was right there. Just behind the door. He was breathing heavily, and in an irregular pattern. A rushed one. Breath hitching and short.
Frank felt his cheeks flush, his brain short circuting as he listened. Nothing else mattered, he just had to stay quiet. Mikey and rays dressing rooms were on stage left. They would never know this. Gerard would never know either if he played his cards right. Frank just had to hold himself together and listen to this moment so intently that he could replay it over and over while he rubbed one out in his own dressing room.
“Hah..”
Shiiiit. Gerard was moaning. There was a slapping noise quickening in pace leaving the restroom, and franks boxers had to be soaked by now. He bit at his lip to keep quiet, listening to gerards huffing as he pressed his legs together.
“F..frank..”
Frank froze. There was no fucking way. No, this wasnt happening. Frank felt a horrible sense of dread, a deep feeling of.. Something. He honestly wasnt sure what to do. Knock on the door and he was a creepy pervert. Do nothing and be forever cursed with the knowledge that gerard had moaned his name while jacking off and not be able to do anything about it. What to do, what did frank do, the choice was terrifying. He would never be the same either way, and he was running out of time. Gerards moans were getting shorter and shorter, something had to be done.
Shit. here goes nothing.
Frank knocked on the door, his hands trembling as gerard seemingly scrambled to compose himself judging by the frantic sound of cloth shifting.
“Gee, i uh..” frank said hesitantly, listening to the sinks water running.
“Y-yeah, one sec. Hold on.” gerard called back, suddenly pulling the door open. Frank stood there silently, looking up at gerard with fear. They stood silently for a second, neither party daring to say the first word. Frank shakily sighed, wringing his hands together before opening his mouth, a strangled mumble leaving his throat.
“You.. you needed something..?” gerard cleared his throat, eyes darting quickly towards anything but frank.
“You wanna explain yourself?” frank said, instantly cringing at his own words. What was he, his mom? Out of everything he couldve said, THAT was what he went with??
“I didnt… i dont know man, what do you want from me? You…” gerard croaked, tucking his hair behind his ear.
Frank inhaled quickly, letting his stage persona take over for a moment, the confident him. The one cut out for this.
“You couldve just asked to fuck me,” he said, placing his hand on his hip. He smirked as gerards face went red.
“Look, i.. I didnt want to make things weird, i just…”
“Just fuck me dude, i dont care. Get in here,” frank smiled as he pushed gerard backwards into the bathroom. Gerard stumbled in, not resisting in the slightest as frank pulled the door closed. Frank quickly connected their lips, bashing messily into gerards shaking body as he pushed them into the back wall. Gerard gasped into the kiss, a giggle rolling out between soft pops of lips, something so small that sent franks brain in dizzy loops. The fact that gerards hands were clinging to franks shirt like a lifeline was ecstasy and frank couldnt help but giggle back. This was real, this was happening.
They slowly pulled apart, staring at each other with half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks.They stood in the silence, both seemingly terrified of the other, terrified to break the tension.
Gerard slowly inhaled, his lips betraying him as he smiled. Frank slowly slid his hands down to gerards hips, leaving the there while he began to speak.
“You know what you do to me, dont you?” he said, voice low and hushed. Gerard smirked, quickly grabbing frank by the hair. Franks mind went blank as he whined, instantly folding to gerards will. Gerard laughed as he released the tight grip on his head, sliding his other hand down to franks ass.
“God, you know what YOU do to ME? I should be the one in control here. Your adorable, like a little dog.” gerard cooed, letting frank regain his brain for a moment. Frank was melting, and gerard knew. Frank could never be normal again, frank was gerards now. He didnt care about anything else, he was his.
“Sorry.. Be mean please..” frank mumbled, his smile slowly coming back as gerard stroked his cheek.
“Oh poor thing…” gerard purred, letting his hand move to grip franks throat. He began to squeeze as frank choked out a small ‘please’ and began gasping. Gerard continued, frank getting more and more wound up the longer gerard choked him, his eyes slowly going out of focus. Gerard let go, letting frank collapse into him panting.
“Th…thank you…” frank mumbled, drool snaking down his chin and onto gerards shirt. Frank could hear gerards heartbeat in his chest, and as gerard pet his head, he felt it quicken. Gerard was desperate.
“What are you into honey?” gerard said, planting kisses on the top of franks head. Franks brain went quiet as he thought it over. What was he into?? He wasnt a horrifically kinky person, but at the same time he was far from vanilla.
“I guess just hitting, choking, degrading and praise really, i like having almost no control, yknow?” frank nuzzled into gerards sweaty shirt, practically huffing his scent. He would have to ask for this shirt later, making a mental note to use it as a pillow case.
“I figured,” gerard teased, sliding his thumbs into the belt loops of franks black skinny jeans. Frank blushed as he slowly dragged the waistline down, agonizingly slowly and silently. He made small whines as the jeans rested about mid thigh before gerard let go.
Frank raised an eyebrow, looking at gerards face as he stared down at franks boxers. He was practically stone faced, a hesitation frank wasnt ready for.
“I dont have a condom,” he mumbled, but frank took his hands and placed them back on his thighs.
“I dont have a uterus,” frank smiled, leaning on the edge of the sink. “Will you just hurry up?”
Gerard cracked a devious smile, quickly pulling frank back into his hips with his full force. Frank began to laugh, feeling gerards hands trembling as he began to remove franks boxers. Gerard shushed him, slapping his hand over franks mouth and sticking his fingers in it.
“Shut up,” he growled, “just shut the fuck up,”
Frank began to suck on the fingers in his mouth, the taste of sweat permeating his tastebuds as gerard forced his fingers in and out of franks throat for his viewing pleasure. Frank gagged on them as he let his underwear slide down his legs and hit the dirty bathroom floor. The fingers were removed from his mouth with a pop and a whine from frank, whos head was light as a feather watching how gerard quickly pulled his boxers down with such a sense of urgency that frank felt honored. He stared down at gerards cock, already dribbling at the head and bigger than expected, currently being rubbed with franks saliva.
“Spread,” gerard ordered, spinning frank to be bent over facing the mirror, pushing him around with ease and making frank feel like a doll, just a doll to be played with. Gerards doll.
“Yessir,” frank slurred, anchoring his elbows on the counter as gerard yanked his head up. Frank stared dopely at his own reflection, his red eye makeup running down his face and slobber on his chin.
“See what a fucking whore you like like?” gerard barked, teasing franks entrance with the wet tip, letting frank stand shivering at every careful stroke.
“Yessir,” frank said, his mouth hanging open and soft whines rolling out every time gerard slipped in and out of franks folds, teasing him to the point of being a whimpering mess. Gerard laughed cruelly, slowly inserting himself to be more inside of frank than previously. Frank gasped as he felt the fullness, the warmth that gerards dick offered him, but like before, gerard pulled out.
“God you look stupid, you act so tough on stage, in interviews, to our friends, wouldnt everyone be so shocked that your nothing but a whiney little bitch? What do you think people would say frankie?” he smiled, once again back to the same infuriating game of in and out, sliding over his stubbly pussy, getting so close to going in, but still not.
“Theyd call me a whore,” frank babbled, more drool rolling down the side of his face. Gerard made a hum in agreement, quickly releasing franks hair and wrapping his arm around franks neck to place him in a chokehold.
“Yeah, they would, but youd like that huh? Youd be so happy, cus your nothing but a pretty little mutt. Nothing would make you happier to sit on my dick all day, would it?” gerard snarled, tightening his arm until frank was clawing at his forearm to get him to let go. Franks vision was going dark in the corners, and he felt like he was dying, but this would be the best death. Gerard was right.
Gerard let go, letting frank crumple onto the counter, coughing and wheezing as gerard quickly slammed into franks pussy. Frank moaned as he gasped for air, legs trembling as gerard continued to sloppily pound into him. Gerard grabbed franks hip with one hand, yanking franks head up with the other as his dick slid in and out of franks slick cunt, the sensation of the quick pounding hitting frank over and over, nonstop.
Frank couldnt shut up if he tried, his moans were nonstop and loud as his ears rung from the oxygen loss. Gerard wasnt much quieter, his own groans drowning out the sound of skin slapping on skin. Frank could tell he was getting closer, the way gerard was thrusting was becoming uneven and broken up, and frank felt his own orgasm creeping in. frank was shaking as gerard slurred out a loud, broken up swear, and came inside of frank.
“D-dont stop,” frank panted, whining as gerard pulled out. He looked behind him, yelping as he felt gerards fingers quickly rub over his tdick, with his knees buckling instantly. Gerard pushed him into the counter as he rubbed his clit up and down, letting frank cry out in a needy little moan that trailed off as he became incoherent.
“Ple-please- pl–” he yipped, quickly cumming all over his thighs and gerards hand. Gerard slowed to a halt, letting frank stand up and sit on the toilet with his pants around his ankles. Gerard cleaned up his hands, pulling up his jeans and leaning on the wall.
“Are we doing this again?” frank smiled, shakily standing up and pulling his pants up. Gerard snickered, kissing franks forehead and wrapping his arm protectively around franks waist.
“Oh, absolutely, every show. Maybe quieter next time. My head hurts.”
