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As time passed Gerard was starting to get more comfortable around this new Frank. It wasn't that Frank changed his personality or anything quite like that, it was just that Frank had started to make subtle hints to Gerard that, yeah, maybe he was interested in him.
A week had passed after the movie date, and even though they hadn't really went out for another date, they still continued to show affection and attraction towards one another. Gerard always talked with his hands when he got in a conversation, whether they'd be jolting in the air to make a point or curving and wiggling his fingers to describe somethings appearance. Now he took speaking with his hands to another level. When he spoke to Frank he always had a hand on him, his shoulder, his knee, their elbows touching, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he was touching Frank for long periods of time, and Frank, quite frankly, couldn't be more thrilled. In fact he yearned for it, and when he received the long missed touch he couldn't help but beam at the one responsible for the touch. Gerard being touchy was one more step being closer to his goal.
Frank, on the other hand, had tried to secretly win Gerards heart. He'd lay his prized comic books on Gerards pillow where he knew he would find them. When Frank would wake up after leaving his comic in Gerards bunk, he'd always wake up to a little thank you sticky note with little vampires or Frankenstein's drawn, signed off with an 'xoxo g' at the end. When the bus would stop for gas in the morning, Frank would tell the driver to go the closest gas station to the nearest Starbucks and would go get Gerard his favorite drink, a caramel macchiato with an extra caramel drizzle on top. Later in the morning when Gerard woken up, he would go to the kitchenette to brew coffee, but there'd be Frank, smiling brightly, offering Gerard coffee in his hand with a chirp of, "Good morning, starshine!"
Today was one of those mornings. After Frank came back on the bus with Gerards coffee he sat down on the small dingy couch and kicked his feet up on the tiny coffee table that was filled with magazines and receipts. He looked down at the coffee in his hands and start to fiddle with the cardboard sleeve on it. While chewing his lip he thought of what he was going to say to Gerard after the deed was done. 'I could convince that the fans would flip shit. I could say I'm not ready to be in a relationship,' Frank thought to himself. He sighed deeply. He knew Gerard wouldn't put up any fight, the poor man couldn't defend himself if his life depended on it, and it sort of helped that Gerard was easily influenced. 'I could just tell him that I'm scared of us not working out, he'd agree..right? Of course he'd fucking agree..'
Frank was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to hear the small thud thud thud thud
of footsteps coming towards the couch. Suddenly there was a light breath on his neck and Gerard screamed out, "Boo!"
Frank let out a choked shriek shot up 5 feet in the air and ended up spilling the coffee all over his jeans and the couch.
"Shit! I didn't know you'd actually be scared! I'm so fucking sorry, Frankie!" Gerard exclaimed, his hands moving in quick and wide motions over Franks body. "Fuck fuck fuck, it's hot coffee right? That must of really sucked, I'm fucking sorry."
Frank grabbed both of Gerards fluttering hands and looked him in the eyes, "It's fine, Gee. Although you're really fucking lucky these are black jeans, I may have had to give your ass a beating if you stained one of my other ones," Frank remarked.
Gerard gave a small grin and went to the kitchenette. He grabbed some paper towels and went back to the couch to find Frank trying to brush the coffee off as one may do if they had dust or crumbs on their lap. Gerard gave a soft chuckle and sat by Frank. He swatted his hands away and smiled as he murmured, "Here, stop, let me help." Gerard began to rub and pat Franks lap with the paper towel to soak up some of the dampness. He was oblivious to Frank biting his lip so hard the skin could have broken and the hands that were clenched at his sides. Gerard was still rubbing and patting when he heard a small intake of breath.
He stopped the movement in his hands, and his breath caught. He looked up at Frank through his eyelashes and saw Frank's hazel eyes already staring intensely into his own. He wasn't quite sure what possessed him to lower his gaze down to Franks lips, his eyes zeroing in on Franks pink tongue that wiggled his lip ring around. He looked back into Franks eyes and saw that they were fogged over with want. His lips parted slightly and tipped his head forward while they were maintaining eye contact. Frank met him half way and as soon as their lips brushed, both sets of eyelids were shut. Gerard could feel the cold steel of Franks lip ring ghosting over his lips and that's what made Gerard cradle Franks head in both of his hands and kiss Frank with everything he had. He sunk his lips into Franks and Frank immediately parted his own lips, kissing back with such a passion that Gerard gave a small moan. Frank pushed himself onto Gerards lap and balled his fists into the front of his shirt, bringing the older man closer to him.
Gerards hands went down to the small of Franks back and pushed their chests together. Frank tangled his fingers in Gerards raven locks and pushed their mouths impossibly closer. His tongue slipped out into Gerards mouth and wrapped his tongue around Gerards, sucking it hard into his mouth then nipping the tip of his tongue lightly. Gerard pulled away only to latch his lips on Franks scorpion tattoo, sucking the inked flesh into his mouth, rolling his tongue on it. Franks breath hitched and his back arches, making Frank momentarily grind into Gerards lap. Gerard have an embarrassingly loud moan and clamped his teeth down on the skin between them and started tugging a bit. Frank whined and pushed his hands underneath Gerards shirt and started to claw at his chest. When one of his hands brushed over his nipple, Gerard grabbed Franks hips and dug his semi into Franks. Frank was more willing to comply as he eagerly grind against Gerards dick.
Gerard broke away to put his lips to Franks ear and whispered,"You wanna take this further?"
Frank nodded quickly and continued to grind down. Gerards hands slipped under the back of Franks jeans and grabbed his ass tightly, earning a whimper of 'oh fuck'. Frank rested his forehead against Gerards.
"I'm not gonna let you fuck me on the couch when we have decent sized bunks. I'm a classy fucking lady," he panted out with a wolfish grin. Gerard laughed while Frank got off of him and led him to Franks bunk. Frank was already taking off his sticky jeans, hips shimmying to help the fabric that was restraining him off. Gerard took this as a que, shut the bunk curtain and removed his shirt and jeans with ease, then bended down to help the struggling guitarist shed his clothing. Once nude Gerard pinned Frank down kneeling between his spread legs. Frank wrapped his legs around Gerards hips and brought their dicks together, moving his hips in small circles. Gerard opened his mouth in a silent moan and brought his hand down to Franks already leaking dick. He slowly stroked it and ran a nail under the head. Frank gripped his shoulders and brought his face down, kissing him with such a fierceness that it left Gerard winded.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me you, asshole," Frank stammered. He groped the corner of the bunk and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom,and threw them at Gerards chest. Gerard smirked and kissed down Franks chest, sucking at random spots. He could feel Franks chest tighten and vibrate with every shaky breath he drew. He popped the lid open and squirted the sticky liquid onto his fingers, and leaned down to kiss the birds on his hips. He stroked Franks entrance, smearing the lube on it, and slowly pushed his finger through the tight ring of muscle. Frank gripped the bed sheets as he felt Gerards finger stroking his inner walls, then adding another finger in. He whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut, chewing on his lip. Gerard started to scissor his fingers and his fingers brushed over a bundle of nerves that made Frank cover his mouth to stifle a shout.
Gerard gave the tattoo'd birds one last kiss and pulled his fingers out. He slipped on the condom and grabbed Franks hips, lining up his member with Franks ready hole. He slipped in slowly, intently watching Franks face for any signs of pain. All he saw was bliss so he started thrusting carefully, trying to get Frank used to the feeling.
Frank reached up and gripped Gerards hair, tugging harshly on it. "I'm fine, stop being a fucking pansy," he said in between pants. Gerard blushed and started to thrust deeper and harter into the moaning guitarist. He gave litte whines at the tightness around his dick, and he couldn't get over how hot Frank was inside. He gripped one of Franks shoulders and pounded into him harder. Frank suddenly pushed Gerard on his back, and started to bounce on his dick, placing his hands on Gerards chest. His mouth was shaped in a perfect 'O' and he looked at the surprised man below him. "Gee, I wanna hear you, I wanna know how good it feels," Frank purred.
Gerard let the moans trapped in his throat out and gave a seedy moan. Frank smirked and moaned back, pushing his hips down harder on Gerard. Gerard grabbed Franks hips and started thrusting up in sync with Franks thrusts. When he hit Franks sweet spot, Frank let out, "Oh fuck, Gee, right fucking there, shit!" Gerard tilted his head back and moaned loudly.
With Frank bouncing on top of him like that, with those moans spilling out he knew he was close. He gripped Franks dick and started to stroke him sloppily and hard. Frank spilt in Gerards hand and arched his back even more. The sight of Frank disheveled sent Gerard over the edge and his hip stuttered in Frank and came into the condom. Frank slumped down onto Gerards sweaty chest, and felt arms tightly wrap around his waist. He kissed Gerards throat and nuzzled his nose into the crook of his neck.
"Fuck," murmured Gerard.
"Fuck," Frank agreed. He certainly was indeed fucked.
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I'm so sorry for the delay on this fic :c I hope you can forgive me
You guys are seriously the best, I don't think I would have the motivation without you guys c:
So, what do you think? Let me know by sending a review my way!
I also plan on doing a Howl's Moving Castle frerard
A week had passed after the movie date, and even though they hadn't really went out for another date, they still continued to show affection and attraction towards one another. Gerard always talked with his hands when he got in a conversation, whether they'd be jolting in the air to make a point or curving and wiggling his fingers to describe somethings appearance. Now he took speaking with his hands to another level. When he spoke to Frank he always had a hand on him, his shoulder, his knee, their elbows touching, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he was touching Frank for long periods of time, and Frank, quite frankly, couldn't be more thrilled. In fact he yearned for it, and when he received the long missed touch he couldn't help but beam at the one responsible for the touch. Gerard being touchy was one more step being closer to his goal.
Frank, on the other hand, had tried to secretly win Gerards heart. He'd lay his prized comic books on Gerards pillow where he knew he would find them. When Frank would wake up after leaving his comic in Gerards bunk, he'd always wake up to a little thank you sticky note with little vampires or Frankenstein's drawn, signed off with an 'xoxo g' at the end. When the bus would stop for gas in the morning, Frank would tell the driver to go the closest gas station to the nearest Starbucks and would go get Gerard his favorite drink, a caramel macchiato with an extra caramel drizzle on top. Later in the morning when Gerard woken up, he would go to the kitchenette to brew coffee, but there'd be Frank, smiling brightly, offering Gerard coffee in his hand with a chirp of, "Good morning, starshine!"
Today was one of those mornings. After Frank came back on the bus with Gerards coffee he sat down on the small dingy couch and kicked his feet up on the tiny coffee table that was filled with magazines and receipts. He looked down at the coffee in his hands and start to fiddle with the cardboard sleeve on it. While chewing his lip he thought of what he was going to say to Gerard after the deed was done. 'I could convince that the fans would flip shit. I could say I'm not ready to be in a relationship,' Frank thought to himself. He sighed deeply. He knew Gerard wouldn't put up any fight, the poor man couldn't defend himself if his life depended on it, and it sort of helped that Gerard was easily influenced. 'I could just tell him that I'm scared of us not working out, he'd agree..right? Of course he'd fucking agree..'
Frank was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to hear the small thud thud thud thud
of footsteps coming towards the couch. Suddenly there was a light breath on his neck and Gerard screamed out, "Boo!"
Frank let out a choked shriek shot up 5 feet in the air and ended up spilling the coffee all over his jeans and the couch.
"Shit! I didn't know you'd actually be scared! I'm so fucking sorry, Frankie!" Gerard exclaimed, his hands moving in quick and wide motions over Franks body. "Fuck fuck fuck, it's hot coffee right? That must of really sucked, I'm fucking sorry."
Frank grabbed both of Gerards fluttering hands and looked him in the eyes, "It's fine, Gee. Although you're really fucking lucky these are black jeans, I may have had to give your ass a beating if you stained one of my other ones," Frank remarked.
Gerard gave a small grin and went to the kitchenette. He grabbed some paper towels and went back to the couch to find Frank trying to brush the coffee off as one may do if they had dust or crumbs on their lap. Gerard gave a soft chuckle and sat by Frank. He swatted his hands away and smiled as he murmured, "Here, stop, let me help." Gerard began to rub and pat Franks lap with the paper towel to soak up some of the dampness. He was oblivious to Frank biting his lip so hard the skin could have broken and the hands that were clenched at his sides. Gerard was still rubbing and patting when he heard a small intake of breath.
He stopped the movement in his hands, and his breath caught. He looked up at Frank through his eyelashes and saw Frank's hazel eyes already staring intensely into his own. He wasn't quite sure what possessed him to lower his gaze down to Franks lips, his eyes zeroing in on Franks pink tongue that wiggled his lip ring around. He looked back into Franks eyes and saw that they were fogged over with want. His lips parted slightly and tipped his head forward while they were maintaining eye contact. Frank met him half way and as soon as their lips brushed, both sets of eyelids were shut. Gerard could feel the cold steel of Franks lip ring ghosting over his lips and that's what made Gerard cradle Franks head in both of his hands and kiss Frank with everything he had. He sunk his lips into Franks and Frank immediately parted his own lips, kissing back with such a passion that Gerard gave a small moan. Frank pushed himself onto Gerards lap and balled his fists into the front of his shirt, bringing the older man closer to him.
Gerards hands went down to the small of Franks back and pushed their chests together. Frank tangled his fingers in Gerards raven locks and pushed their mouths impossibly closer. His tongue slipped out into Gerards mouth and wrapped his tongue around Gerards, sucking it hard into his mouth then nipping the tip of his tongue lightly. Gerard pulled away only to latch his lips on Franks scorpion tattoo, sucking the inked flesh into his mouth, rolling his tongue on it. Franks breath hitched and his back arches, making Frank momentarily grind into Gerards lap. Gerard have an embarrassingly loud moan and clamped his teeth down on the skin between them and started tugging a bit. Frank whined and pushed his hands underneath Gerards shirt and started to claw at his chest. When one of his hands brushed over his nipple, Gerard grabbed Franks hips and dug his semi into Franks. Frank was more willing to comply as he eagerly grind against Gerards dick.
Gerard broke away to put his lips to Franks ear and whispered,"You wanna take this further?"
Frank nodded quickly and continued to grind down. Gerards hands slipped under the back of Franks jeans and grabbed his ass tightly, earning a whimper of 'oh fuck'. Frank rested his forehead against Gerards.
"I'm not gonna let you fuck me on the couch when we have decent sized bunks. I'm a classy fucking lady," he panted out with a wolfish grin. Gerard laughed while Frank got off of him and led him to Franks bunk. Frank was already taking off his sticky jeans, hips shimmying to help the fabric that was restraining him off. Gerard took this as a que, shut the bunk curtain and removed his shirt and jeans with ease, then bended down to help the struggling guitarist shed his clothing. Once nude Gerard pinned Frank down kneeling between his spread legs. Frank wrapped his legs around Gerards hips and brought their dicks together, moving his hips in small circles. Gerard opened his mouth in a silent moan and brought his hand down to Franks already leaking dick. He slowly stroked it and ran a nail under the head. Frank gripped his shoulders and brought his face down, kissing him with such a fierceness that it left Gerard winded.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me you, asshole," Frank stammered. He groped the corner of the bunk and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom,and threw them at Gerards chest. Gerard smirked and kissed down Franks chest, sucking at random spots. He could feel Franks chest tighten and vibrate with every shaky breath he drew. He popped the lid open and squirted the sticky liquid onto his fingers, and leaned down to kiss the birds on his hips. He stroked Franks entrance, smearing the lube on it, and slowly pushed his finger through the tight ring of muscle. Frank gripped the bed sheets as he felt Gerards finger stroking his inner walls, then adding another finger in. He whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut, chewing on his lip. Gerard started to scissor his fingers and his fingers brushed over a bundle of nerves that made Frank cover his mouth to stifle a shout.
Gerard gave the tattoo'd birds one last kiss and pulled his fingers out. He slipped on the condom and grabbed Franks hips, lining up his member with Franks ready hole. He slipped in slowly, intently watching Franks face for any signs of pain. All he saw was bliss so he started thrusting carefully, trying to get Frank used to the feeling.
Frank reached up and gripped Gerards hair, tugging harshly on it. "I'm fine, stop being a fucking pansy," he said in between pants. Gerard blushed and started to thrust deeper and harter into the moaning guitarist. He gave litte whines at the tightness around his dick, and he couldn't get over how hot Frank was inside. He gripped one of Franks shoulders and pounded into him harder. Frank suddenly pushed Gerard on his back, and started to bounce on his dick, placing his hands on Gerards chest. His mouth was shaped in a perfect 'O' and he looked at the surprised man below him. "Gee, I wanna hear you, I wanna know how good it feels," Frank purred.
Gerard let the moans trapped in his throat out and gave a seedy moan. Frank smirked and moaned back, pushing his hips down harder on Gerard. Gerard grabbed Franks hips and started thrusting up in sync with Franks thrusts. When he hit Franks sweet spot, Frank let out, "Oh fuck, Gee, right fucking there, shit!" Gerard tilted his head back and moaned loudly.
With Frank bouncing on top of him like that, with those moans spilling out he knew he was close. He gripped Franks dick and started to stroke him sloppily and hard. Frank spilt in Gerards hand and arched his back even more. The sight of Frank disheveled sent Gerard over the edge and his hip stuttered in Frank and came into the condom. Frank slumped down onto Gerards sweaty chest, and felt arms tightly wrap around his waist. He kissed Gerards throat and nuzzled his nose into the crook of his neck.
"Fuck," murmured Gerard.
"Fuck," Frank agreed. He certainly was indeed fucked.
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I'm so sorry for the delay on this fic :c I hope you can forgive me
You guys are seriously the best, I don't think I would have the motivation without you guys c:
So, what do you think? Let me know by sending a review my way!
I also plan on doing a Howl's Moving Castle frerard
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