#priest!frank

[drewcas68]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63043621/chapters/162878236

Getting there folks - chapter 4 is now up!

Halfway through chapter 5. Feeling like I need to find the saint of unfinished WIPs to help me work out what to do with this pesky subplot I have hanging around.

[blushnik]

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I swear this color palette is different, it's not pink with purple but ✨PURPLE **WITH** PINK✨ 😂

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[drewcas68]

Sonnet 116 - Chapter 6 - Meretseger68 - Daredevil (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Psst, hep kids, want to score yourself the final chapter of my very overdue Valentine's story?

Click the link and read Priest!Frank's homily for Valentine's Day.

[imtheonekeepingyoualive]

it's not really crazy or anything and it's not like you haven't been sending me porn anyway omfg but how about frank/gerard phone sex? :D?

MEGAN JUST SIT DOWN AND ENJOY BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WILL RECOGNIZE THIS.

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Frank sighed and smiled at Peppers, bending down to pat her on the head and then let her lick his fingers for a second.

"Hi, baby, did you behave today?" he asked her, grabbing her while he closed the door behind him so he wouldn't crush her under his feet. She replied by sticking her tongue up his nose.

"Good girl."

He nodded up to the big crucifix near the door in respect, and then placed his mail on the table so he would read them later after dinner. He then looked through the window, he did this every single day when he came home from church and glanced at the house right in front of his. There was a huge ...metallic thing in Gerard's garden and he didn't even know what it was, but everything that man touched became literally art and so Frank just smiled and shrugged to himself.

He didn't know how to feel towards Gerard right now, not after the last time they were together here in Frank's house. He never had any problem, before Gerard's arrival. Frank was happy. Content. He loved his life, and his town and he knew everybody loved him in return, but then this famous artist came and it was like Frank's world was turned upside down.

"Pretty, i'm going to take a shower, okay? Stay here," he told to Peppers and left her on her pretty flowery pillow and went upstairs. He needed to relax, he couldn't stop thinking about Gerard and his words and his pretty earnest face and how smooth his lips were when he tried to kiss him.

At first he was just shocked, when he stopped Gerard and told him to leave him alone, please, he was scared because he always tried to restrain himself, he always said to himself that he'd choose this life and he was happy, but know he was starting to have doubts and second thoughts and he always dreamt of a different life and this wasn't what he wanted.

The shower helped him, a little, it always did. The hot water, the fruity smell of soap and the routine of washing his hair and sing, always made him feel more grounded and he usually always could make those thoughts about Gerard go away. The temptation was too strong, he knew he would have jerked off thinking about the other man and his bright green eyes if he let his mind fly away. And he couldn't let that happen. He had to pray.

He was toweling his hair when his cellphone rang. He glanced at the clock and wondered who it could be, maybe his mom. He ran to his bedroom where he left his black clothes earlier, and then grabbed the phone placed on the mattress.

"Hello?" he said, without even looking at the display, he was sure it was his mom asking how went confession today.

"Father Iero?"

Frank stopped breathing and immediately recognized the voice. It was Gerard. He took a deep breath and lowered his eyes on the pattern on his sheets, trying to understand what his mind was screaming to him and why his heart was beating this fast.

"Father, are you there?" Gerard repeated, and he sounded strange, a little breathy and Frank frowned.

"Gerard i, are you okay?"

"Mpf," Frank heard rustling from the other side of the line like Gerard was getting comfortable or something, "yes and no." Gerard replied, and then exhaled a big breath.

"What do you mean? Gerard are you hurt or-"

"I can't stop thinking about you." Gerard interrupted him, and Frank literally stopped breathing, eyes wide and his heart right up in his throat.

"I tried, when you rejected me last time, but i just can't."

"Gerard..." Frank whispered.

"I think about your face, the way you smile and it's like the sun is shining again; your perfect eyebrows and the way your mouth moves when you're reciting your sermons," a sharp intake of breath and then a little whine, Frank didn't understand. "I love your mouth, fuck ahhh, sorry Father, i was- i was saying... I love your mouth, i always picture your becautiful mouth around my cock, mmmm, yes, fuck yes, your pretty lips so stretched around it, all pink and bruised and used, holy shit," and then a moan.

"Gerard!" Frank panicked, and actually raised his eyes and looked right at Gerard's house, like he could see him and reprimand him for what he was doing and saying. 

Gerard was jerking off on the phone with him.

"Oh fuck, i want to suck you off, too. I'm sure your cock is big and beautiful and i want to lick you everywhere, take you right in my throat, ahhh fuck yes, yes," Gerard moaned right into Frank's ear, or that was what Frank felt - it was like Gerard was right there with him and saying all those filthy things in his ear. He shivered and clutched the hem of his shirt tight in his fingers and tried to stay strong, to not surrender to Gerard's voice and his words and the thoughts that were flooding his mind.

"I would get down on my knees and take you deep and unghhh i want you to fuck my mouth, hard, and i want you to put your hands in my hair and grip it tight and make me see stars, mmmmmff,"

Frank could feel his dick getting hard, he could feel it getting bigger and he didn't want to, but he couldn't help it, he was picturing Gerard doing all those dirty things and his body was betraying him.

He hiccupped and covered his mouth with his hand, he didn't want Gerard to hear him.

"And i would take you to bed, and undress you completely and then i would just lick you and kiss you and uhhmm i bet you taste so good, Father, i bet you're sensitive and eager and mmm i want to rim you and fuck you with my tongue and my fingers and you will beg me for more, you will beg me to put my big cock in you, ahhh fuck fuck," Gerard moaned and Frank could hear the slap slap of skin on skin and that sound alone made him almost whimper, he was so close to curl up on the floor and just touch himself, but he closed his hand tight into a fist and shook his head.

"Gerard, stop," he begged, but he could hear Gerard sigh and moan and whine and he knew he was close because his breath was kind of shaky and his voice wrecked and rough and Frank was so hot under his clothes, he knew he was blushing and sweating and he hated himself because he promised himself to never think about the other man in a sexual way or even think about kissing him, or just look at him like he always found himself doing. 

He couldn't help himself, Gerard always made him feel things he never felt before, he couldn't stop staring at him, his big becautiful eyes and his eyelashes and his pointy nose and crooked mouth, he always stopped and stared at him when he smoked because he was so fascinating the way he blew the smoke up and looked down at you with those green eyes, like he was judging you, or probably undressing you in his mind, and then he usually grinned and he always looked so young and playful and attractive.

"I can't," Gerard replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you. I want to fuck you, ngh, i want to look at you while i fuck you into the mattress, deep and hard and good, i want to hear you scream in pleasure and i want to touch you and know you're mine."

Frank knees hit the floor and he fisted his hand in the sheets, grabbing them so tight he was probably ruining them, but he couldn't stop his heavy panting or the fact that he was dying for those things to happen, he wanted them so much and hearing Gerard say them was making him feel sick, his chest hurt even more than his dick was. The last time he was this hard he still was a teenager, before he learned how to control his needs.

He whimpered and Gerard made a noise.

"Father, Father," Gerard said, and he seemed so close, so close, Frank could feel it in his fuckinG toes Gerard was having an orgasm and he put his free hand into his sweatpants and closed it around his hard leaking cock, moaning out loud.

"Frank, ahh, please call me Frank." 

"Holy sh- Frank, Frank, i'm co-" Gerard shouted into the phone even before he could finish what he was saying and Frank banged his forehead against the mattress, his hand moving frantic over his dick, the precum making things smoother and a lot less painful for him.

"Gerard," he pleaded and Gerard made a humming noise.

"Yes baby, yes, come for me, let me taste it, come on."

And Frank did, he came so hard he was shaking and panting and his voice was rough. He retrieved his sticky hand from his pants and didn't look at it, feeling ashamed and dirty and like he did something very wrong in front of the eyes of the Lord. He needed to rest, to confess, to atone for his sins and it was all Gerard's fault, everything was Gerard's fault.

"Don't," he tried to say, "don't call me again. Leave me alone. Why are you doing this to me? This is not funny, this is my life, okay? I was happy before you, i was content and i loved do what i did, i had faith and- Now i feel dirty. And it's all your fault. Why can't you leave me alone?"

He sobbed and hid his eyes against the fresh sheets on the bed, but feeling like his Creator was judging him for above, he felt like a little bug waiting to be crushed, he felt like he was going to choke on air and tears and guilt.

"Because i can't stop loving you, and i'm not goint to apologize for that. I'm sorry i'm making you feel this way, i never thought i was... I'm sorry."

Gerard voice broke mid sentence and Frank sobbed out loud, feeling his chest being ripped apart right from the inside.

"I'm really sorry." Gerard said, and then the line went dead.