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You Are Gonna Feel It Later Chapter 14
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Frank knows what Gerard is asking. His heart is racing from the sheer joy that Gerard is willing to give this a shot. Not sure if he should really do it, Frank can’t stop his hand from sliding up Gerard’s chest, drawing in a slow deep breath as he does. Gerard’s scent is an aphrodisiac for Frank. Gerard can sense the apprehension in Frank’s body. He wants to let Frank know it’s what he wants and he’s okay with it. He pulls off his t-shirt, tossing it onto the floor. Frank notices dark bruises on Gee’s ribcage; they must be from his fall off the stage.
Gerard looks at Frank, as if asking permission. Frank vaguely shakes his head yes. Gerard pulls Frank up on top of him, straddling him. A seductive grin curls the corners Frank’s lips up. Gerard’s member is already growing stiff. Gerard pulls Frank’s shirt off of him, kissing the center of his chest right over his breastbone. He can feel Frank’s heart racing under his lips while the remnants of Frank’s cologne fills his nostrils. Frank fights the urge to wrap Gerard’s hair around his fingers, pulling his head back, and kissing him hard. He knows Gerard must be in control this time, if any of Frank’s wishes are to ever come to be.
Frank is brought out of his thoughts by the feeling of Gerard’s silk fingers rubbing over his collarbone, up the side of his neck and around the back of his head. Gerard pulls his head forward and gently places his lips to Frank’s. Mindful of the wound he had caused, Gerard kisses him, allowing his tongue to slide into Frank’s. Frank winces and tries to stifle a whimper, but Gerard breaks the kiss.
“Oh, Frankie, I—I’m sorry. I was trying to be careful,” Gerard whispers, dropping his head down.
“Don’t be.” Frank places his fingers under Gerard’s chin, raising his head back up. He meets Frank’s gaze, recognizing a look of empathy. Frank sees flashbacks of Gee’s blood on his sheets and Gerard unconscious in the hotel shower. “I know I did worse to you.” They look into each other’s eyes for some time.
Frank wants him, and not just sexually. He wants to build a life with him. Frank wants to be the one Gerard can always depend on. He loves Gerard, more than he ever has or ever will love another. Gerard can almost see the years of bottled passion Frank holds for him. He knows Frank would do right by him, die for him if it came to it. Gerard realizes that, if only for the moment, this is right.
“I want you, Frank...” It was almost inaudible, but Frank had heard it, if only with his heart. He slides off Gerard, standing up next to the bed. He pulls his jeans and boxers off, letting them lay where they fell around his ankles. He leans over Gerard, unbuttoning his jeans. Gerard lifts his hips, allowing Frank to pull them and his boxes off. Frank drops them on the floor, and turns his attention back to Gerard. He kisses the side of Gerard’s leg where the broken glass had cut him. He climbs onto the bed on his hands and knees. Frank kisses each and every scratch and bruise on Gerard’s broken body, each one drawing a sharp image of the last two days into Frank’s mind.
With each kiss, Gerard becomes more attached to Frank. He longs for them to never have to leave this room. Each kiss is an apology from Frank, and with every one, Gerard forgives Frank for blaming himself for Gerard’s own transgressions. By the time he reaches the dark mark on Gerard’s cheek, Frank’s eyes are filled with tears. One spills over his eyelashes, running down his face. Gently, Gerard wipes it away with his thumb. No words need to be said.
Gerard rolls the two of them, so he’s now atop Frank. With the same care as before, Gerard kisses Frank. This time, Frank doesn’t wince. He’s too lost in the moment to feel the pain.
Gerard discreetly pulls a tube of lube from the nightstand’s lower drawer, and repositions himself between Frank’s legs, rubbing some of the lube on himself. He stands there on his knees awkwardly for a moment.
“You sure you want to do this?” Franks questions him.
“I’m sure, but do I... should... I, um...”
“I’m used to Gerard. I’ll adjust rather quickly.” Gerard sighs, relieved Frank was more experienced and knew what he was trying to ask.
Gerard guides himself into Frank, enjoying the warmth enveloping him. He leans over and presses his lips to Frank’s once again. Frank kisses Gerard back, sliding his tongue into Gerard’s mouth. Gerard can feel the passion rising in his body. He begins moving his hip. Frank moans and his body begins to tremble. Gerard has never evoked such a visceral response from another lover. Frank’s response causes Gerard to thrust faster. Gerard leans forward licking Frank’s neck, then sucking on it gently. Frank cries out Gerard’s name loudly. Suddenly, Mikey appeared around the corner of the door, stopping dead in his tracks.
Gerard and Frank had forgotten Mikey and Ray were in the living room. Gerard immediately freezes mid-thrust. All the color has drained from Mikey’s face. Mikey spins around so his back is now to them.
“Uh, obvi—obviously you two are... are just fine. We—we’re going to leave. Call if you need anything...” He rushes out of the room, calling back, “...after you finish doing...that, of course.”
Neither Frank nor Gerard move until they hear the door shut. Both of them burst into laughter.
“I guess he approves,” Frank jokes.
“I guess,” Gerard answers, leaning into Frank’s lips for another kiss. Frank wraps an arm around Gerard’s neck, his hand running up into Gerard’s sweat-soaked hair, drawing him closer. Gerard starts moving his hips again, slowly at first. As Gerard’s pace quickens, Frank kisses his neck, drawing a sharp breath from Gerard. They make eye contact. Frank can see in Gerard’s eyes the need to explode in ecstasy.
“I’m there, too,” Frank mutters, through his rapid breathing.
Being what Gerard needs to hear, he thrusts only a couple more times before filling Frank with his love fluids. Frank holds his own, watching Gerard’s face tighten in orgasmic bliss. As the last of Gerard’s ecstasy is released, Frank can no longer delay gratification. His own member erupts with his pleasure, covering his and Gerard’s stomach.
They lie there together, both breathing heavily and irregularly, covered in sweat. This time, Gerard knows there’s no fear of regret. This is what loving Frank is supposed to be. Gerard withdraws himself from Frank, sliding down beside him, and resting his head on Frank’s shoulder. Frank wraps his arms around him, kissing the top of Gerard’s head, then leaning his head against it. He can discern serenity in Gerard.
Eventually, Gerard’s breathing grows steady and shallow in sleep. Frank is glad he had let Gerard have control. He fights sleep as long as he can, just trying to live this moment in time to its fullest. Frank’s eyes, too, ultimately become too heavy to keep open. He drifts off to sleep with one final thought, Gee is an exceptional lover.
Gerard looks at Frank, as if asking permission. Frank vaguely shakes his head yes. Gerard pulls Frank up on top of him, straddling him. A seductive grin curls the corners Frank’s lips up. Gerard’s member is already growing stiff. Gerard pulls Frank’s shirt off of him, kissing the center of his chest right over his breastbone. He can feel Frank’s heart racing under his lips while the remnants of Frank’s cologne fills his nostrils. Frank fights the urge to wrap Gerard’s hair around his fingers, pulling his head back, and kissing him hard. He knows Gerard must be in control this time, if any of Frank’s wishes are to ever come to be.
Frank is brought out of his thoughts by the feeling of Gerard’s silk fingers rubbing over his collarbone, up the side of his neck and around the back of his head. Gerard pulls his head forward and gently places his lips to Frank’s. Mindful of the wound he had caused, Gerard kisses him, allowing his tongue to slide into Frank’s. Frank winces and tries to stifle a whimper, but Gerard breaks the kiss.
“Oh, Frankie, I—I’m sorry. I was trying to be careful,” Gerard whispers, dropping his head down.
“Don’t be.” Frank places his fingers under Gerard’s chin, raising his head back up. He meets Frank’s gaze, recognizing a look of empathy. Frank sees flashbacks of Gee’s blood on his sheets and Gerard unconscious in the hotel shower. “I know I did worse to you.” They look into each other’s eyes for some time.
Frank wants him, and not just sexually. He wants to build a life with him. Frank wants to be the one Gerard can always depend on. He loves Gerard, more than he ever has or ever will love another. Gerard can almost see the years of bottled passion Frank holds for him. He knows Frank would do right by him, die for him if it came to it. Gerard realizes that, if only for the moment, this is right.
“I want you, Frank...” It was almost inaudible, but Frank had heard it, if only with his heart. He slides off Gerard, standing up next to the bed. He pulls his jeans and boxers off, letting them lay where they fell around his ankles. He leans over Gerard, unbuttoning his jeans. Gerard lifts his hips, allowing Frank to pull them and his boxes off. Frank drops them on the floor, and turns his attention back to Gerard. He kisses the side of Gerard’s leg where the broken glass had cut him. He climbs onto the bed on his hands and knees. Frank kisses each and every scratch and bruise on Gerard’s broken body, each one drawing a sharp image of the last two days into Frank’s mind.
With each kiss, Gerard becomes more attached to Frank. He longs for them to never have to leave this room. Each kiss is an apology from Frank, and with every one, Gerard forgives Frank for blaming himself for Gerard’s own transgressions. By the time he reaches the dark mark on Gerard’s cheek, Frank’s eyes are filled with tears. One spills over his eyelashes, running down his face. Gently, Gerard wipes it away with his thumb. No words need to be said.
Gerard rolls the two of them, so he’s now atop Frank. With the same care as before, Gerard kisses Frank. This time, Frank doesn’t wince. He’s too lost in the moment to feel the pain.
Gerard discreetly pulls a tube of lube from the nightstand’s lower drawer, and repositions himself between Frank’s legs, rubbing some of the lube on himself. He stands there on his knees awkwardly for a moment.
“You sure you want to do this?” Franks questions him.
“I’m sure, but do I... should... I, um...”
“I’m used to Gerard. I’ll adjust rather quickly.” Gerard sighs, relieved Frank was more experienced and knew what he was trying to ask.
Gerard guides himself into Frank, enjoying the warmth enveloping him. He leans over and presses his lips to Frank’s once again. Frank kisses Gerard back, sliding his tongue into Gerard’s mouth. Gerard can feel the passion rising in his body. He begins moving his hip. Frank moans and his body begins to tremble. Gerard has never evoked such a visceral response from another lover. Frank’s response causes Gerard to thrust faster. Gerard leans forward licking Frank’s neck, then sucking on it gently. Frank cries out Gerard’s name loudly. Suddenly, Mikey appeared around the corner of the door, stopping dead in his tracks.
Gerard and Frank had forgotten Mikey and Ray were in the living room. Gerard immediately freezes mid-thrust. All the color has drained from Mikey’s face. Mikey spins around so his back is now to them.
“Uh, obvi—obviously you two are... are just fine. We—we’re going to leave. Call if you need anything...” He rushes out of the room, calling back, “...after you finish doing...that, of course.”
Neither Frank nor Gerard move until they hear the door shut. Both of them burst into laughter.
“I guess he approves,” Frank jokes.
“I guess,” Gerard answers, leaning into Frank’s lips for another kiss. Frank wraps an arm around Gerard’s neck, his hand running up into Gerard’s sweat-soaked hair, drawing him closer. Gerard starts moving his hips again, slowly at first. As Gerard’s pace quickens, Frank kisses his neck, drawing a sharp breath from Gerard. They make eye contact. Frank can see in Gerard’s eyes the need to explode in ecstasy.
“I’m there, too,” Frank mutters, through his rapid breathing.
Being what Gerard needs to hear, he thrusts only a couple more times before filling Frank with his love fluids. Frank holds his own, watching Gerard’s face tighten in orgasmic bliss. As the last of Gerard’s ecstasy is released, Frank can no longer delay gratification. His own member erupts with his pleasure, covering his and Gerard’s stomach.
They lie there together, both breathing heavily and irregularly, covered in sweat. This time, Gerard knows there’s no fear of regret. This is what loving Frank is supposed to be. Gerard withdraws himself from Frank, sliding down beside him, and resting his head on Frank’s shoulder. Frank wraps his arms around him, kissing the top of Gerard’s head, then leaning his head against it. He can discern serenity in Gerard.
Eventually, Gerard’s breathing grows steady and shallow in sleep. Frank is glad he had let Gerard have control. He fights sleep as long as he can, just trying to live this moment in time to its fullest. Frank’s eyes, too, ultimately become too heavy to keep open. He drifts off to sleep with one final thought, Gee is an exceptional lover.
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