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A Christmas Lemon
2 ReviewsA christmas lemon! Oneshot, Frank and Gerard reminisce about Christmas when they were kids. Warning: Lemon, slash, etc.
So, this year I actually decided to write a special Christmas fic as my present for my readers (and anyone else who appreciates slash)! I changed my mind quite a bit while writing this - first it was going to be a lemon, then it wasn't, then it was again (I also toyed with the idea of putting Mikey in there too, but decided against it) - eventually it turned out alright, though! Hope you like it, and here's a Christmas Lemon for you!
Warnings: Slash, lemon, 1 swear word, graphic male x male sex, etc. (Gerard's POV)
Disclaimer: MCR are not mine, neither is Christmas. All events in this story are purely fictional, etc.
Recommended Listening: All I Want For Christmas Is You – My Chemical Romance
I sprawled on the small couch in the tour bus that I shared with my band mates, imagining the snow outside. I remembered that when I was a child, we would visit our grandma every Christmas. Mikey and I used to have huge snowball fights, which was a lot of fun.
We would always have a huge Christmas lunch (complete with a stuffed turkey of course) and afterwards we would open our presents. I remembered the joy that I felt upon seeing the Christmas tree sprinkled with fairy lights and baubles, a huge star perched on the very top.
I remembered the presents stacked underneath, every size and color and shape you could imagine. I remembered the happiness in our grandmas eyes as she watched Mikey and I open them, our faces lighting up as I unwrapped the comic book that I had always wanted, or as Mikey unwrapped a new action figure to add to his collection.
To a child, Christmas is the most magical time of the year, although as we grow older it loses much of its magic, eventually just becoming another thing to deal with in our busy schedules.
I closed my eyes, listening to the Christmas carols that were playing over the speakers in our tour bus.
I don’t want a lot for Christmas,
There is just one thing I need
I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true…
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you.
I sighed. It was Christmas and here I was, lying on the couch reminiscing about the past. Ray and Mikey were out with their girlfriends and I wasn’t sure when they would be back. It was just Frank and I here, all by ourselves. Frank was probably just as lonely as I was.
I got up to go find him. I could do with some company. I got up and walked to the bunk room we shared and sure enough there he was, lying on his bed and looking up at the ceiling. I came and sat beside him. He turned his head and looked at me, the tips of his mouth curving into a smile.
“Gerard.”
I smiled. “Hey Frank. I was just thinking about how sad we are, lying here doing nothing. It’s Christmas. I remember that Christmas used to be so magical, the snow, the presents, everything.”
He laughed. “I remember when it used to be like that too. My cousins would always come over and we would go sledding. It was so much fun. One year I got the Smashing Pumpkins record. That was the best present I ever got. I thought I was so cool.” He shook his head. “Now, though…”
I looked at him lying there, so small and perfect. Unbidden, they lyrics of the Christmas carol that had been playing earlier leapt into my mind.
I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true,
Baby all I want for Christmas is you…
Without thinking, I leaned down and brushed my lips against his. He hesitated for a fraction of a second then kissed back, his lips working against mine. After a heartbeat I drew away and gazed into his eyes, studying them for any hint of regret.
I found none, so I brought my lips to his neck and kissed it gently, licking along the curve of his jaw. He closed his eyes.
“Gerard…”
I nipped his skin gently, just enough to draw blood without causing him undue pain. I swiped my tongue across the wound, bringing my mouth back up to Franks and letting him taste the blood.
He licked the seam of my mouth and I granted him entry, gently greeting him with my tongue. He broke away and pulled my shirt over my head, discarding his as well. Returning his attention, he quickly kissed me on the cheek before laying a trail of kisses down to my chest.
He slowly licked one of my nipples and my breath hitched. He teased me with his tongue before he switched to the other one, sucking gently. I let out a low moan. I was already getting hard from this. With a huge force of will, I pushed him off me.
I straddled him, rocking our hips together so he could feel my need. He bit his lip, letting out a soft moan. I kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth and relentlessly exploring every inch. In response he gently sucked on my tongue, drawing me deeper into his mouth.
Once again I pulled away, lazily tracing over his chest until I reached his abdomen. I kissed his lower belly, feeling the anticipation coursing through him. Almost teasingly I undid his zipper, sliding his pants and boxers off in one fluid movement.
I licked his whole length, eliciting a moan from him in response. I put my mouth over the head of his dick and started sucking lightly. He moaned and tried to thrust deeper into my mouth but I pulled back, leaving him frustrated.
“Gerard!”
I giggled, licking him again and this time really taking him in my mouth, sucking harder than before. I scraped my teeth gently along the underside then resumed sucking, noticing the small gasp of pleasure as I did so. His sexy noises were really getting me off.
I gave him one more decent suck before I slowly stopped, tugging my pants off. I held a few fingers up to Franks mouth and he accepted them, coating them in saliva. I turned him over and gently pressed one finger to his entrance.
“This will hurt a little,” I warned him. “Just relax.”
I pushed the first finger in, letting him adjust to the uncomfortable sensation before adding another. He let out a low hiss as I added the third finger, stretching him out in preparation. When he was ready I withdrew my fingers and positioned myself.
“Ready?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes. “What are you waiting for? Just fuck me, already!”
With that I pushed myself in, gradually getting into a steady rhythm. I adjusted my angle, trying to find his sweet spot.
“Ohh, Gerard! Right there!” He moaned loudly as I hit his prostate. I aimed for the same spot each time, increasing the pace as the heat began to build up in my stomach. I reached around and started frantically stroking him.
He moaned in my ear, pushing back against me. I could feel it now, I was close. So was he, judging by the noises he was making. My thrusts were becoming erratic as the pleasure began to build, nearly consuming me.
A sudden wave overtook me and I came hard barely a heartbeat before Frank, throwing my head back in a scream. I slowed down, panting, and gently pulled out. I licked my hand clean, giving Frank a tender kiss.
We lay together panting for a while, neither of us saying anything. Frank turned to me, kissing me on the lips.
“Happy Christmas, Gerard.”
Lalala... That was one of my first lemons... Hope you enjoyed it (and that it wasn't too bad), Happy Holidays to everyone!
Ratings and Reviews are still awesome, by the way ^_^
Warnings: Slash, lemon, 1 swear word, graphic male x male sex, etc. (Gerard's POV)
This story is dedicated to Laura and Shannon, two of my best friends who are very very awesome and are always there for me! Don't know what I'd do without you guys! Also for their awesome feedback, and for putting up with my weirdness and extreme tendencies to write lots of slash!
Love you guys, Happy Holidays! xx
Disclaimer: MCR are not mine, neither is Christmas. All events in this story are purely fictional, etc.
Recommended Listening: All I Want For Christmas Is You – My Chemical Romance
I sprawled on the small couch in the tour bus that I shared with my band mates, imagining the snow outside. I remembered that when I was a child, we would visit our grandma every Christmas. Mikey and I used to have huge snowball fights, which was a lot of fun.
We would always have a huge Christmas lunch (complete with a stuffed turkey of course) and afterwards we would open our presents. I remembered the joy that I felt upon seeing the Christmas tree sprinkled with fairy lights and baubles, a huge star perched on the very top.
I remembered the presents stacked underneath, every size and color and shape you could imagine. I remembered the happiness in our grandmas eyes as she watched Mikey and I open them, our faces lighting up as I unwrapped the comic book that I had always wanted, or as Mikey unwrapped a new action figure to add to his collection.
To a child, Christmas is the most magical time of the year, although as we grow older it loses much of its magic, eventually just becoming another thing to deal with in our busy schedules.
I closed my eyes, listening to the Christmas carols that were playing over the speakers in our tour bus.
I don’t want a lot for Christmas,
There is just one thing I need
I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true…
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you.
I sighed. It was Christmas and here I was, lying on the couch reminiscing about the past. Ray and Mikey were out with their girlfriends and I wasn’t sure when they would be back. It was just Frank and I here, all by ourselves. Frank was probably just as lonely as I was.
I got up to go find him. I could do with some company. I got up and walked to the bunk room we shared and sure enough there he was, lying on his bed and looking up at the ceiling. I came and sat beside him. He turned his head and looked at me, the tips of his mouth curving into a smile.
“Gerard.”
I smiled. “Hey Frank. I was just thinking about how sad we are, lying here doing nothing. It’s Christmas. I remember that Christmas used to be so magical, the snow, the presents, everything.”
He laughed. “I remember when it used to be like that too. My cousins would always come over and we would go sledding. It was so much fun. One year I got the Smashing Pumpkins record. That was the best present I ever got. I thought I was so cool.” He shook his head. “Now, though…”
I looked at him lying there, so small and perfect. Unbidden, they lyrics of the Christmas carol that had been playing earlier leapt into my mind.
I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true,
Baby all I want for Christmas is you…
Without thinking, I leaned down and brushed my lips against his. He hesitated for a fraction of a second then kissed back, his lips working against mine. After a heartbeat I drew away and gazed into his eyes, studying them for any hint of regret.
I found none, so I brought my lips to his neck and kissed it gently, licking along the curve of his jaw. He closed his eyes.
“Gerard…”
I nipped his skin gently, just enough to draw blood without causing him undue pain. I swiped my tongue across the wound, bringing my mouth back up to Franks and letting him taste the blood.
He licked the seam of my mouth and I granted him entry, gently greeting him with my tongue. He broke away and pulled my shirt over my head, discarding his as well. Returning his attention, he quickly kissed me on the cheek before laying a trail of kisses down to my chest.
He slowly licked one of my nipples and my breath hitched. He teased me with his tongue before he switched to the other one, sucking gently. I let out a low moan. I was already getting hard from this. With a huge force of will, I pushed him off me.
I straddled him, rocking our hips together so he could feel my need. He bit his lip, letting out a soft moan. I kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth and relentlessly exploring every inch. In response he gently sucked on my tongue, drawing me deeper into his mouth.
Once again I pulled away, lazily tracing over his chest until I reached his abdomen. I kissed his lower belly, feeling the anticipation coursing through him. Almost teasingly I undid his zipper, sliding his pants and boxers off in one fluid movement.
I licked his whole length, eliciting a moan from him in response. I put my mouth over the head of his dick and started sucking lightly. He moaned and tried to thrust deeper into my mouth but I pulled back, leaving him frustrated.
“Gerard!”
I giggled, licking him again and this time really taking him in my mouth, sucking harder than before. I scraped my teeth gently along the underside then resumed sucking, noticing the small gasp of pleasure as I did so. His sexy noises were really getting me off.
I gave him one more decent suck before I slowly stopped, tugging my pants off. I held a few fingers up to Franks mouth and he accepted them, coating them in saliva. I turned him over and gently pressed one finger to his entrance.
“This will hurt a little,” I warned him. “Just relax.”
I pushed the first finger in, letting him adjust to the uncomfortable sensation before adding another. He let out a low hiss as I added the third finger, stretching him out in preparation. When he was ready I withdrew my fingers and positioned myself.
“Ready?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes. “What are you waiting for? Just fuck me, already!”
With that I pushed myself in, gradually getting into a steady rhythm. I adjusted my angle, trying to find his sweet spot.
“Ohh, Gerard! Right there!” He moaned loudly as I hit his prostate. I aimed for the same spot each time, increasing the pace as the heat began to build up in my stomach. I reached around and started frantically stroking him.
He moaned in my ear, pushing back against me. I could feel it now, I was close. So was he, judging by the noises he was making. My thrusts were becoming erratic as the pleasure began to build, nearly consuming me.
A sudden wave overtook me and I came hard barely a heartbeat before Frank, throwing my head back in a scream. I slowed down, panting, and gently pulled out. I licked my hand clean, giving Frank a tender kiss.
We lay together panting for a while, neither of us saying anything. Frank turned to me, kissing me on the lips.
“Happy Christmas, Gerard.”
Lalala... That was one of my first lemons... Hope you enjoyed it (and that it wasn't too bad), Happy Holidays to everyone!
Ratings and Reviews are still awesome, by the way ^_^
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