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Kiss Me, Touch Me, F*ck Me, Leave Me
It started off as pure lust...developed into obsession...need...and much more than either of them thought was possible. Slash!!! FRERARD! =D
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“Moan for me. Moan my fucking name!” he commanded, thrusting in deeper and harder.
“G-Gerard! Fuck! Gerard!” he groaned, his hips rolling rapidly, meeting with the taller man’s.
Gerard gasped and moaned as their pace quickened. “Oh f-fuck!” he whimpered and with one final plunge, he came inside of the shorter man, his fingers digging deep into his hips. Frank’s orgasm came only milliseconds after Gerard’s, his semen squirting out of his erected penis and covering his once pumping hand.
Gerard stepped away and took deep, gasping breaths, trying to re-gain his breathing. “Fuck, Iero, I forgot how good you were!” he smiled, a bead of sweat running down his face. He smirked as he zipped his trousers back up, straightening all creases or signs of disturbance.
“Yeah, I missed you, too.” Frank said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and he tugged his jeans (once fallen around his ankles) over his legs and eventually hips, copying Gerard’s previous actions.
Gerard’s mouth was still pulled into a large smile as he leant over to Frank’s face, kissed his lips ferociously, turned around and walked away. He stopped at the bathroom door, his hand rested on it. “Call me, Frank. Next time you want a fuck…I’ll be wherever you want me to be.” And with that, he pushed the door open and left.
Frank smiled to himself as he walked over to the sink, turned one of the taps and washed his hands, cleansing them of his dirty antics. Innocent little Frankie…
He smirked into the mirror. No one had any idea about what he was doing…and that’s how he liked it…
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“Gerard?” Frank asked quietly into his cell phone.
“Hmm?”
“Where are you?” he questioned, sitting against the wall of a building, relaxing as he heard Gerard's voice.
“The library.” He said plainly.
“Well, if you’re busy-”
“I’m not busy.” He interrupted quickly, smiling down the phone.
“Well…how about you meet me outside the motel?” he proposed, grinning to himself.
“Which motel?” he asked excitedly.
“The motel that we had our first fuck. The motel when we both lost our virginity…all those years ago…if you still remember which it is…” he said slowly, chewing on his lip almost nervously.
“Fuck, Frank…I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He said breathlessly, hanging up. Frank smirked and shoved his cell phone back into his pocket, drumming his fingers on his lap slowly. Gerard always said that. ‘I’ll be there in ten minutes…’ he ended up there in five. Sure enough, after five and a half minutes, Gerard’s car slowed to a stop in front of Frank. The glare form the sun was reflecting from the window, so Frank couldn’t see the face that he wanted to so desperately. It slowly slid down to reveal Gerard’s familiar face, sunglasses and all, smirking at Frank.
“Now, what’s a nice boy like you doin’ in a place like this?” he said sarcastically, taking his sunglasses off so that his hazel eyes met with Frank’s. “Yeah fucking right…nice boy…” he rolled his eyes and Frank giggled quietly, standing up. He walked around to the passenger side of Gerard’s car and ducked in, shutting the door behind him. “Where to?” he asked, smiling.
“Any-fucking-where.” Frank replied, the green in his eyes dancing with passion as his hand snaked over Gerard’s thigh and rested on his crotch, his fingers gently adding and releasing pressure as he massaged skillfully, earning a breathy moan from Gerard before they began flying down the road, Frank keeping his hands to himself…at least until the traffic lights…
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“So…this is your apartment?” Frank asked as he stood in the middle of the living room, his eyes scanning over everything from the drawings hung up on the wall to the homey furniture. He smiled. “I like it.”
“Cool, come and see the bathroom! I just got a new shower installed and let me tell you, I’ve never seen tiles as fucking shiny in my life!” he said, dragging Frank towards the bathroom.
“Alright, but next I get to see the bedroom!” he smirked.
“Deal.” He grinned.
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Frank smiled, satisfied, as he crawled out of the king size bed, his body glistening with sweat. He pulled his tight jeans up to his knees when a strong hand stopped them. Frank turned his head to look at Gerard, who was leant over Frank, his chin on his shoulder, his hand slowly pushing the jeans back down, rubbing the skin on his leg in circles as he did so. Frank smiled and lay back down, pushing Gerard backwards as he kissed down his neck. “Still not had enough?” he asked, his teeth nipping at his skin.
Gerard grinned and flipped him over, so that he was on top. “It’s not that it’s just…don’t…would you stay here tonight? With me?” he asked sheepishly.
Frank smirked. “I’m not sure I can fuck someone for that long, Gerard!” he laughed. “But for you…I’ll try…”
Gerard laughed and laid on Frank’s chest, kissing and licking it every now and again. “I didn’t mean that. I just meant…sleep here tonight? Please?”
Frank was shocked. Never before had they spent more time than was necessary together. It was just a quick fuck here and there and they split. Never before had Gerard, or Frank (for that matter), asked the other to stay in their company for just…well…the company. “Sure…” he said hesitantly, leaning into Gerard. He couldn’t help but smile into the taller man’s chest. An odd comfort fell over the two as they held each other in their arms, hands straying every now and then to pet random body parts and massage skin.
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A phone ringing woke Frank up the next morning. He groaned and rolled over, picking it up from its receiver. “Hullo?” he slurred sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
“Gerard?” a familiar voice said hesitantly.
“Huh?” he asked, his face screwing up in confusion. “Oh, yeah…he’s here.” He yawned, placing the phone on Gerard’s face.
“Um, hi? Oh, hey, bro…who? Oh, that’s just a-uh-friend. He slept over cause he didn’t have any place to stay.” He murmured, sitting up and grinning down at the now smiling Frank. “What? You wanna come over? Sure, when? NOW?” he asked, his eyes widening. Frank sat up too and threw his legs out of the bed, pulling his jeans over legs hurriedly. No one could catch him; that would ruin everything! Frank wouldn’t be innocent little Frankie anymore…he’d be a dirty little whore…
“You’re where? In the parking lot? Just…stay there, bro, I’m walking around naked. No, dude that’s just wrong! Yeah, my friend’s fallen asleep now. Nah, I slept on the couch. It wouldn’t matter, he’s straight…I’m straight. Go figure.” He lied. He held the phone to his ear by his shoulder as he helped Frank pull his hoodie over his head. “Have I seen who? Your roommate? How the fuck do I know?” he frowned. “Dude, I don’t even know who your roommate is!” he pulled a face at Frank and he smiled, pulling his socks on, followed by his Converse. “His name’s what, sorry?” he asked, freezing. “Last name?” he shook his head disbelievingly. “Uh, no, I’ve never heard of him. Sorry. Um, yeah, you can come up.” Frank looked at Gerard questioningly.
The naked man stretched over and put the phone back on its receiver. He stood up and looked at Frank. “I didn’t know you were my brother’s roommate.”
So, how do you like my Frerard? :) Please be nice!!! I sent an attachment to one of my friends (she's an author on here), and it came back five, maybe even ten, times better, so thanks to her! (For seom reason she doesn't want me to tell you who she is.)
“G-Gerard! Fuck! Gerard!” he groaned, his hips rolling rapidly, meeting with the taller man’s.
Gerard gasped and moaned as their pace quickened. “Oh f-fuck!” he whimpered and with one final plunge, he came inside of the shorter man, his fingers digging deep into his hips. Frank’s orgasm came only milliseconds after Gerard’s, his semen squirting out of his erected penis and covering his once pumping hand.
Gerard stepped away and took deep, gasping breaths, trying to re-gain his breathing. “Fuck, Iero, I forgot how good you were!” he smiled, a bead of sweat running down his face. He smirked as he zipped his trousers back up, straightening all creases or signs of disturbance.
“Yeah, I missed you, too.” Frank said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and he tugged his jeans (once fallen around his ankles) over his legs and eventually hips, copying Gerard’s previous actions.
Gerard’s mouth was still pulled into a large smile as he leant over to Frank’s face, kissed his lips ferociously, turned around and walked away. He stopped at the bathroom door, his hand rested on it. “Call me, Frank. Next time you want a fuck…I’ll be wherever you want me to be.” And with that, he pushed the door open and left.
Frank smiled to himself as he walked over to the sink, turned one of the taps and washed his hands, cleansing them of his dirty antics. Innocent little Frankie…
He smirked into the mirror. No one had any idea about what he was doing…and that’s how he liked it…
||~||
“Gerard?” Frank asked quietly into his cell phone.
“Hmm?”
“Where are you?” he questioned, sitting against the wall of a building, relaxing as he heard Gerard's voice.
“The library.” He said plainly.
“Well, if you’re busy-”
“I’m not busy.” He interrupted quickly, smiling down the phone.
“Well…how about you meet me outside the motel?” he proposed, grinning to himself.
“Which motel?” he asked excitedly.
“The motel that we had our first fuck. The motel when we both lost our virginity…all those years ago…if you still remember which it is…” he said slowly, chewing on his lip almost nervously.
“Fuck, Frank…I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He said breathlessly, hanging up. Frank smirked and shoved his cell phone back into his pocket, drumming his fingers on his lap slowly. Gerard always said that. ‘I’ll be there in ten minutes…’ he ended up there in five. Sure enough, after five and a half minutes, Gerard’s car slowed to a stop in front of Frank. The glare form the sun was reflecting from the window, so Frank couldn’t see the face that he wanted to so desperately. It slowly slid down to reveal Gerard’s familiar face, sunglasses and all, smirking at Frank.
“Now, what’s a nice boy like you doin’ in a place like this?” he said sarcastically, taking his sunglasses off so that his hazel eyes met with Frank’s. “Yeah fucking right…nice boy…” he rolled his eyes and Frank giggled quietly, standing up. He walked around to the passenger side of Gerard’s car and ducked in, shutting the door behind him. “Where to?” he asked, smiling.
“Any-fucking-where.” Frank replied, the green in his eyes dancing with passion as his hand snaked over Gerard’s thigh and rested on his crotch, his fingers gently adding and releasing pressure as he massaged skillfully, earning a breathy moan from Gerard before they began flying down the road, Frank keeping his hands to himself…at least until the traffic lights…
||~||
“So…this is your apartment?” Frank asked as he stood in the middle of the living room, his eyes scanning over everything from the drawings hung up on the wall to the homey furniture. He smiled. “I like it.”
“Cool, come and see the bathroom! I just got a new shower installed and let me tell you, I’ve never seen tiles as fucking shiny in my life!” he said, dragging Frank towards the bathroom.
“Alright, but next I get to see the bedroom!” he smirked.
“Deal.” He grinned.
||~||
Frank smiled, satisfied, as he crawled out of the king size bed, his body glistening with sweat. He pulled his tight jeans up to his knees when a strong hand stopped them. Frank turned his head to look at Gerard, who was leant over Frank, his chin on his shoulder, his hand slowly pushing the jeans back down, rubbing the skin on his leg in circles as he did so. Frank smiled and lay back down, pushing Gerard backwards as he kissed down his neck. “Still not had enough?” he asked, his teeth nipping at his skin.
Gerard grinned and flipped him over, so that he was on top. “It’s not that it’s just…don’t…would you stay here tonight? With me?” he asked sheepishly.
Frank smirked. “I’m not sure I can fuck someone for that long, Gerard!” he laughed. “But for you…I’ll try…”
Gerard laughed and laid on Frank’s chest, kissing and licking it every now and again. “I didn’t mean that. I just meant…sleep here tonight? Please?”
Frank was shocked. Never before had they spent more time than was necessary together. It was just a quick fuck here and there and they split. Never before had Gerard, or Frank (for that matter), asked the other to stay in their company for just…well…the company. “Sure…” he said hesitantly, leaning into Gerard. He couldn’t help but smile into the taller man’s chest. An odd comfort fell over the two as they held each other in their arms, hands straying every now and then to pet random body parts and massage skin.
||~||
A phone ringing woke Frank up the next morning. He groaned and rolled over, picking it up from its receiver. “Hullo?” he slurred sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
“Gerard?” a familiar voice said hesitantly.
“Huh?” he asked, his face screwing up in confusion. “Oh, yeah…he’s here.” He yawned, placing the phone on Gerard’s face.
“Um, hi? Oh, hey, bro…who? Oh, that’s just a-uh-friend. He slept over cause he didn’t have any place to stay.” He murmured, sitting up and grinning down at the now smiling Frank. “What? You wanna come over? Sure, when? NOW?” he asked, his eyes widening. Frank sat up too and threw his legs out of the bed, pulling his jeans over legs hurriedly. No one could catch him; that would ruin everything! Frank wouldn’t be innocent little Frankie anymore…he’d be a dirty little whore…
“You’re where? In the parking lot? Just…stay there, bro, I’m walking around naked. No, dude that’s just wrong! Yeah, my friend’s fallen asleep now. Nah, I slept on the couch. It wouldn’t matter, he’s straight…I’m straight. Go figure.” He lied. He held the phone to his ear by his shoulder as he helped Frank pull his hoodie over his head. “Have I seen who? Your roommate? How the fuck do I know?” he frowned. “Dude, I don’t even know who your roommate is!” he pulled a face at Frank and he smiled, pulling his socks on, followed by his Converse. “His name’s what, sorry?” he asked, freezing. “Last name?” he shook his head disbelievingly. “Uh, no, I’ve never heard of him. Sorry. Um, yeah, you can come up.” Frank looked at Gerard questioningly.
The naked man stretched over and put the phone back on its receiver. He stood up and looked at Frank. “I didn’t know you were my brother’s roommate.”
So, how do you like my Frerard? :) Please be nice!!! I sent an attachment to one of my friends (she's an author on here), and it came back five, maybe even ten, times better, so thanks to her! (For seom reason she doesn't want me to tell you who she is.)
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