FicWad

Frank frowns, watching Gerard sway his hips along to the beat against some other guy. Gerard's mid-length black hair is soaked in sweat, his clothes sticking to his perspiring body. His hands are half raised, his palms occasionally running through his dark hair.

From the half of Gerard's body Frank can see throughout the dimly lit club, there's a flirty smirk on his face as he gazes seductively at his partner, a certain air about him that says he has every intention of getting laid tonight. His thick eyelashes fluttering around his lust-filled brown-green swirled eyes, the club's smoky interior making him seem mysterious. Gerard tilts his head back slightly as the other man grinds against him, grinding back to pleasure himself with their dancing hips. It's like a fucking humping contest.

Frank sighs, sipping at his now-warm beer, an unsettling but very familiar feeling finding its was into the pit of his stomach. He should have known better than to go clubbing with Gerard. Frank knows full well how much of a flirt Gerard can be, has seen the man in action on more than one occasion. Frank still hoped that this time Gerard would dance with him.

No, not Him as in God, but him. Gerard. Did Frank, perhaps, forget to mention the little detail making him so bitter and jealous? That yes, no matter how cliche it is, Frank Iero had fallen in likes with his best friend.

He doesn't love Gerard, not like that. He loves Gerard like a brother, as a friend, but not as a romantic partner. They would have to be romantic partners first, so Frank could properly evaluate the decision before putting in his final answer. There is nothing worse than saying 'I love you.' to a friend, thinking that you want them to be more than a friend then realizing that you're better off as friends. Awkward, right? So of course Frank isn't going to prance up to Frank and announce his undying love.

Perhaps he would tell Gerard he loves him, but he wouldn't say he's in love with Gerard. He might be getting there, but Frank most certainly would not be able to say with any conviction if he'd want to spend the rest of his life with Gerard. Right now, yes he wants to. But he doesn't know about the future, so he'd really just rather not tell Gerard he loves him, no matter the context. Being in love and loving are completely two different things in Frank's semi-disorganized mind.

Frank sighs. Maybe he should call it a night? Just leave, before he sees something even more sexual involving Gerard and someone else than what's going down on the dance floor. Someone else Frank would like very much to replace or punch in the gut. Hm… maybe both. that would surely be enjoyable.

Frank chugs back the last of his drink, putting on his leather jacket as he slides out of his high-top chair. He's ready to be free of dancing music, drunks and watching his crush getting all hot over someone else. He can go be miserable somewhere else, thank you very much.

"Hey, Frankie." Gerard is suddenly next to Frank with his guy-friend, slut, whatever he is.

"Hey. I was just about to head out…" Frank says, glaring at the whore trailing behind Gerard. The guy has a haze in his eyes, his vision lacking clarity. He's drunk. They've both had something to drink,though Gerard is only a little bit tipsy.

Gerard nods. "Oh, cool. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be going home with… uh, this guy here tonight so don't wait for me to call a cab." Gerard grins.

Frank's blood boils. Gerard is going home with some random stranger he doesn't even remember the name of, slightly drunk, and thinks it's okay. Thinks that Frank hasn't wanted to be in that very position for a long time, thinks Frank is cool with letting Gerard fuck strangers he picked up with Frank in the very same fucking room.

Frank scowls, clenching his fists. "Whatever." He says sharply.

Gerard just barely notices the cold shoulder Frank is offering him, and his face flashes in concern. "You okay?"

No, frank is most certainly not okay. He's got a crush-- fuck, he's in love with his best friend whom is gay, and would obviously rather fuck strangers than fuck Frank. That is not synonymous with okay.

"I'm fine." Frank says, grinding his teeth together and spitting out the words as the slut wraps his hand around Gerard's. He looks away from Gerard, his thick eyelashes covering hurt eyes as he suddenly finds the gum on the back of the chair to his left very interesting. He really doesn't need to see two sweaty men who just want to go fuck-- well, not if he's in love with one of them.

Gerard breaks his hand away from the whore's, placing it instead on Frank's forearm, trying to get his best friend's attention. "Frankie, I know you better than that. There's something wrong."

And with that accidentally well aimed blow, Frank's angry mood pops out of the bubble he was keeping it in.

"Know me better than that?" Frank snarls. "Gerard fucking Way, did you really just fucking say that to me? You know me well enough to see wan I'm upset, sure, but not well enough to know I've fucking fallen in love with you?"

Gerard's eyes widen for a moment, Frank's words completely sobering him up. His mouth is slightly ajar, but then it curls into a smirk. He turns to his date, still smirking.
"Get lost."

The man Gerard was with looks confused. "What?"

"You heard me. Get lost." Gerard repeats to his man-whore. The slut sulks away, off to find another booty to fuck, no doubt.

Gerard sighs and Frank holds his breath, awaiting the inevitable death sentence approaching.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?"He asks Frank, his eyebrows raised in an exasperated look.

Frank is frozen. What does he say?What does it matter? He just told Gerard he was in love with him. Not even simply that he loves him. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck --

"Frankie, are you okay?" Gerard steps closer, looking concerned once again. He genuinely looks worried, but Frank still takes a scared step back. Did he really just say that? Fuck.

Gerard steps forward to make up for the gap now in between them, but his feet don't stop there. He keeps going, until his arms are wrapped around Frank, pulling the shorter into a hug. Frank's eyes are still wide with shock and fear, and words tumble out of his mouth as he tries desperately to make a decent excuse.

"Oh God, Gerard, I didn't mean to say that! I was just so jealous! I couldn't help it, I-" Frank tries to explain his mistake, but is cut off by Gerard squeezing their bodies closer together, So Frank falls silent, wanting to be able to hear Gerard talk over the music.
"Frankie… I thought you'd never say it. I've seen you about to say it so many times, it's unbelievable… I thought you'd never snap. That's why I've flirted with everyone so much, you know. To see if I could make you jealous." Gerard smiles. "I think my plan worked."

Frank's brow furrows. "You… you've been deliberately trying to make me jealous?" He's kind of irked by that.

"Well… yes and no. I just laid the flirt on extra thick whenever you were around, At first it was just to see how you'd react, an experiment if you will… But once I saw that you were interested, I wanted to see if you'd ever do anything. Tonight was one last attempt…." Gerard trails off.

"Jerk." Frank mutters. But he's kind of glad for it as he comes to realize something. "Wait, does that mean..?"

"Yeah. I'm in love with you too." Frank's eyes widen as he comprehends the words Gerard just spoke. He always wanted to hear those words, but he never really expected he would hear them for the first time in a sweaty club.But fuck, even if he did yell at Gerard only moments before, it's good. It's fucking excellent.

"You do?" Frank needs to make sure it's not a trick, not a dream. If it's a dream, it's a horrible tease. If it's real… it's paradise.

"Of course." Gerard squeezes Frank closer to him. "I've loved you for a long time."

Frank's heart, his brain, his everything could just explode. He pulls away from Gerard's chest slightly, cupping one of the raven-haired man's cheeks in his hand. He extends his toes slowly, and Gerard bends down a bit, until finally their lips meet for the first time.

At first it's a simple chaste thing, the fairy tale kiss, sans the obnoxious and distracting fireworks. Frank would probably freak out if he saw fireworks, wonder who the fuck hit him to make his brain see stars that don't exist. No, it's just a kiss. Just a kiss, but so much more and no less.

It isn't even a particularly well-executed kiss, but it was certainly smile worthy. Not the kiss itself, but whom he was kissing and the pride and love that comes with it. It makes Frank think he could die happy. There's just something special about kissing someone you love.

But of course, they still wanted more. Gerard did, after all, come to the club to get laid.

Frank breaks the kiss reluctantly, smiling, and tilted his head to the side. As Frank's lips reconnect with Gerard's, he opens his mouth, sending a clear invitation to his friend-- or whatever Gerard is now. Frank is ecstatic when Gerard accepts the invitation, navigating his tongue into Frank's mouth, the soft muscle sliding in easily.

They breath through their noses as Gerard's tongue and Frank's quickly dance back and forth between their two mouths, almost trying to meld together. Gerard's arms snake around Frank's waist as he pulls the shorter against him, crushing their chests together. Frank's arms wrap around Gerard's neck, pulling them even closer so their tongues can continue to mingle and clash.

All thoughts go to their groins, and both understand that the other isn't going to settle for some mere rubbing together like this.

"Mine or yours?" Frank asks, breaking the kiss to take a breather-- literally.

"Mine." Gerard says, and smiles. A real, heart warming, ecstatic smile. The kind that makes you why polar bears are going extinct, why the world is heating up so much. It's not really seductive, it's not menacing or creepy; it's true, and filled with joy.

Gerard grabs Frank's hand and leads him out of the half-full bar. It doesn't feel that bad, either, walking around with a semi in his pants.

There are cabs outside, circling the group of clubs and bars like hawks. All Gerard has to do is step out onto the curb, his free hand in the air and a yellow cab is in front of them in a matter of seconds.

Gerard pulls Frank into the cabbie, and is silent except to give the driver his address. Gerard's skin is almost crawling; all he wants to do is mash his lips to Frank's, but can't in the case of the driver kicking them out. Instead they steal smiles at each other, no doubt grinning like fools the whole way back to Gerard's apartment. They keep glancing at each other with happy looks, they can't help it. There are nervous looks, too, which are calmed easily with the squeeze of a hand.

Gerard pays for the taxi in a rush to get to his room, telling the driver to keep the change. The change being nearly ten dollars. Gerard is eager- he's wanted Frank for far too long to wait to get his goddamn change back! His goal is in sight, and he sure as hell isn't closing his eyes and loosing it.

The wait in the elevator of Gerard's complex is too short, but too long for Gerard and Frank to stay apart. their mouths can't seem to stay apart, their tongues can't decide whose mouth to stay in.They almost don't get off the elevator on Gerard's floor they're too wrapped up in each other-- literally.

It takes but a nanosecond for Gerard to find his keys, and once he's found them he fumbles with the lock and the door is finally open, and they're inside with the door shut and heavy breaths. In private, no distractions and no possible arrests for PDA. That would be embarrassing to have on record.

Gerard and Frank tare off their shoes and jackets, reconnecting once they're done. It's a heart of passion, a heat of love and something teetering off the edge of friendship. In that instant it snaps for both of them that they can never go back to being just friends. But if this Heaven is not being friends, they can handle it.

This is too much, too much passion for friendship. It's all or nothing now.

Gerard slowly leads Frank to the bedroom, their mouths still connected and tongues still dancing. They disregard most of their garments, and by the time they're in Gerard's room only briefs, which leave little to the imagination. Gerard straddles a sitting up Frank on the bed, tongues still gushing in and out of each others' mouths.

Gerard gently pushes Frank onto his back, to the refuge of the fluffy comforter and lets his mouth disconnect from Frank's. Gerard nibbles gently on Frank's earlobe as he rubs his erection down on his partner's, the tattooed man's head tilting back a he gasps in pleasure.

"Someone's excited." Gerard whispers huskily in Frank's ear, causing the shorter man to shiver. As Frank's mouth opens to defend himself, Gerard pushes his tongue in and stops the words. He licks a line across the inside of Frank's cheek, to the corner of his mouth and across the outside of his cheek to Frank's ear, sucking on the cartilage.

Frank gasps as Gerard speeds up the beat of his grinds, and begins jerking into the motion. Gerard's lips leave a wet trail of kisses down Frank's neck and to the side of his adam's apple, and his mouth seems stuck to the collarbone. Frank's eyes squeeze shut in pleasure as Gerard continues to suck on that one curve on his skin, Gerard's mouth releasing that spot and continuing down Frank's chest, and damn he's just so fucking hard.

Gerard stops grinding (much to Frank's disappointment) to trail his tongue down to Frank's groin, smirking up at Frank's desperate and watchful eyes as he proceeds to pull Frank's boxer's off within teeth, Frank's cock bouncing onto Gerard's face as it springs free from its restraints. Frank moans, trying to thrust into anything, but only the air achieves the gesture.

Gerard smirks, licking a line from Frank's scrotum to the head of his dick, licking off the sweet pre-cum rolling out of the slit. Gerard licks Frank's head once more, just to make the man squirm.

"Fuck, Gerard, stop teasing!" Frank begs in a breathy, needy voice that almost drives Gerard over the edge. After one more lick for good measure, Gerard pulls the dome of Frank's up-curving penis in his mouth, allowing more and more of the organ into his as slowly and torturously as he can without Frank forcing his cock down Gerard's throat.

Gerard swirls his tongue around the dome, pulling his mouth back and fourth along Frank's nerve-filled glands, enjoying the gasps and moans he gets from Frank that go right to his dick.

Suddenly Gerard pulls off a confused Frank.

"What's wrong?" Frank asks between pants.

"I… I just wanted you to cum with me, I got distracted." Gerard frowns.

"Oh, shut up and blow me. I can go another round." Frank growls, in need of some head pronto.

Gerard's eyes sparkle, and he takes Frank back into his mouth. He hums his agreement, the vibrations shooting through Frank's body, his back arching slightly as his hands grip the comforter to keep him from exploding in ecstasy. It's such a divine feeling rapidly building in his stomach, so blissfully perfect for Frank.

"Gerard… I'm gonna!" And that clenching of his muscles is back, like a long lost friend, blowing his mind as he spits out chains of cum into Gerard's waiting mouth.

Frank milks his orgasm for all it's worth, Gerard swallowing all he can and licking the area clean. "Fuck, Gerard, that was--"

Gerard shushes him. "Amazing, I know. Now, you ready to keep your promise of a second round?"
Frank grins, still on a bit of a high. "Oh I'm there, man."

Gerard smirks. "Good. Now get on your hands and knees."

Frank turns over after Gerard gets off him, the latter taking of his severely tented boxers and rummaging through is bedside table for a choice item or two.

Gerard quickly returns his attention to Frank, whom is in the exact position Gerard asked of him. Gerard smiles, kneeling behind his best friend-- no, his partner.

Gerard rips apart one of his packets of lube with his teeth, allowing the tinted pink substance to drip down between Frank's ass cheeks, making the shorter shift at the unfamiliar sensation.

Gerard coats his pointer and middle finger in the Passion Cherry lubricant, and slowly draws circles around Frank's puckering anus.Frank takes a deep breath, loosing all his air in a gasp as Gerard starts to push one figure into Frank, massaging Frank's ass with his other hand.

Frank tries to stay relaxed as Gerard pushes his finger inside, but he can't help but tense up in pain now and again. Gerard starts to move his submerged finger, running it along Frank's inner walls. Frank moans, something Gerard seems to be making him do a lot of.

Gerard extracts his finger, using both hands to massage Frank's ass, lowering his head to Frank's butt. Frank whines at the loss of the now-welcome finger, and is surprised to feel something else enter him, something softer and less firm dipping in and out of him. A tongue, Gerard's tongue exploring as much of Frank as it can, tasting the cherry flavor inside the warm cavern.

Frank has a full erection again by the time Gerard pulls out his tongue, it's aching rather uncomfortably. Frank briefly wonders how Gerard's own erection is doing, it must be raging by now, but Gerard's finger slides back into him and he moans.Another finger is added with the first, meeting little resistance as it invades and Gerard starts to scissor his fingers in and out of Frank, slowly at first, but picking up speed. Both are coated in a lyre of sweat as Frank rocks back on Gerard's fingers, pleasuring himself.

Gerard extracts his fingers, ignoring Frank's mini-protests as and rolls a condom over his dick. After putting the condom on and coating it in lube, Gerard starts to push his painfully throbbing and red cock into Frank's prepared entrance. He tries to go slow, but all he wants to do is shove into Frank and find relief. There is little resistance against Gerard, and Frank gasps fro breath as Gerard fills him.

Gerard moans, pulling out and slamming back into Frank. This happens over and over, and Gerard slams rather forcefully into a sweat coated, panting Frank. "GERARD!" He screams, hands digging into the bed covering as his prostate is hit.

Gerard pulls nearly all the way out before slamming into that spot again, faster and faster as their screams of pleasure mingle. It's pleasurable, it's wonderful but they both still greed for more. More, more, more. Gerard continues hitting that spot again and again until he feels his muscles clench, forcing semen out into the condom. Frank fucks back as Gerard comes, clenching to help Gerard ride out his orgasm.

"T-touch me, Gerard." Frank begs once Gerard is pulled out and properly disposed of the condom (tied it up and threw it somewhere). Gerard smiles lazily laying next to frank on the bed. he reaches over and begins to palm Frank, still loving the noises, the moans and the way Frank screams as he comes for the second time all over his hand.

Frank collapses onto the bed, and Gerard snuggles into him, pulling the cover over them like a taco. "Still jealous?"

Frank shakes his head. "There's no place I would rather be. No one I'd rather be with."

Gerard smiles. "Me too. I love you Frankie. I really do."

"I love you too."

"Good night, then."

"G'night."

Frank yawns, and the flash f a night is over. Frank's glad he was jealous.