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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Fluff_and_Smut, Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Boys_In
      Love, Top_Frank_Iero, Bottom_Gerard_Way, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Blow
      Jobs, Power_Bottom, Topping_from_the_Bottom, Declarations_Of_Love,
      Underage_Sex, Teen_Gerard_Way, Teen_Frank_Iero, Humor
  Series:
      Part 3 of I_Know_A_Thing_About_Contrition
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-31 Words: 5792
****** Kiss Me Goodbye ******
by flax_wench
Summary
     Frank and Gerard actually give dating a shot instead of just banging
     in confessionals and during bible study. Will they ever admit their
     feelings for each other?
     Shameless smut, a lot of fluff, and Mikey Way putting Frank in his
     place.
Notes
     Ahhh part three has officially happened. This stands alone fairly
     well, but parts one and two might help clear up a couple of
     questions.
     As always, thanks to LilaHurley for being my hype binch and the love
     of my life! Any mistakes are my own.
See the end of the work for more notes
Frank stood outside his front door, rocking back and forth on his heels on the
wood of his mother’s front porch, his eyes scanning the horizon. The wind
picked up, blowing through what little hair he had, and he plastered it back
down to his head as he shivered from the cold. His mother was right (as usual);
he should’ve brought a jacket. He was just about to head back inside to grab
one when he heard tires screeching in the distance.
An old, silver hatchback was tearing through the streets, blowing through stop
signs and driving at speeds far too high for a residential district. Frank was
honestly afraid the driver was going to hit something when it dawned on him
that, yep, that was his ride.
Of course.
The car came to an abrupt halt at the front of his driveway, practically
drifting into place with a loud squeal of the tires. Shaking his head, Frank
couldn’t help but laugh as the engine was killed and the driver side door
opened, Gerard’s smiling face popping out of the car. Gerard raced up the lawn
to meet him halfway, grin never leaving his pink cheeks.
“Evenin’, sugar,” he drawled, his Jersey accent dripping from every syllable.
“Care to join me?”
Gerard offered his arm to Frank, which he accepted gladly, allowing himself to
be taken to the passenger side of the car. “Thought you were gonna plow through
every house on your way up the street,” he chuckled as he slid into the car.
Gerard shut the door with a thud and jogged across to the driver’s side,
sliding in gracefully.
“Well, you see Frankie,” he turned the key, the engine revving to life, “I have
a bad habit of being late,” he yanked on the gear shift, winking at Frank, “and
this is one evening I do not want to miss out on.”
Leaning across the console, Gerard planted a quick, passionate kiss to Frank’s
lips, catching the younger boy off guard. He exhaled heavily when Gerard pulled
back, reversing out of Frank’s driveway, and resuming his task of tearing
through the quiet neighborhood.
“So, how’s your week been?” Gerard turned down his music, smacking his gum
loudly. “I know we’ve been texting, like, nonstop, but ya know.” He grinned
over at Frank, taking his eyes completely off the road. “I just… I really like
being around you is all. Hearing you say it is different than reading it over
text, ya know?”
Frank didn’t really have the heart to tell Gerard, but he was absolutely
terrified. He was driving like a man possessed, going at least ten above the
speed limit, taking his turns way too fast, ignoring stop signs, all of this
while he continued to look directly at Frank and gesticulate wildly with his
hands. Frank was certain they were going to die.
This is the end, he thought to himself. Car crash kills gay teenage couple,
driver was a madman.
“Uhhh,” Frank attempted to form words as he was white-knuckling it in his seat,
“it’s been, uh… yeah, it’s been okay.” He winced as they barely made it through
a yellow light, cars around them laying on their horns. “Kinda boring, I guess?
Lotta homework.” The car next to them whizzed by, the driver’s middle finger
extended out the window. “Just uh… trying to survive, really.”
“Oh, I know the feeling,” Gerard was seemingly oblivious to the chaos he was
causing, his mood undisturbed as they weaved through traffic. “I can’t wait for
spring break, what are you gonna do for spring break, Frankie?”
Hopefully be alive, his brain was setting off alarms as they were entirely far
too close to the semi-trailer in front of them.
“Not sure yet,” he answered truthfully, squirming in his seat. He lost his cool
when Gerard cut over into the next lane without so much as a glance. “Hey, uh,
Gee?”
“Yeah, sugar?” Gerard smiled broadly at the nickname.
“Can we… can we maybe slow it down a little? With the driving, I mean.” He
prayed he wasn’t offending the boy next to him. “You’re kinda scaring me here.”
Much to Frank’s surprise, Gerard cackled beside him. He felt the car slow down
as Gerard let off the gas, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, Frankie,” he continued to laugh, “I was wondering how long I could drive
like an asshole before you’d say something.” They rolled to a perfect, complete
stop as the light before them turned red. Gerard reached over and pinched his
cheek. “Sorry I scared you. I was just fuckin’ with ya.”
Huffing with a strange mixture of embarrassment and relief, Frank smiled down
at his lap. “Well, I’m glad you don’t normally drive like a psycho.”
“Oh no, I do,” Gerard gave his best shit eating grin as the light turned green,
“but I swear I’ll be careful with you.” He put his hand across his heart as
they made a smooth, steady turn into the movie theater parking lot. “You’re
special, Frankie. I promise I won’t take that kinda risk with you anymore,
okay?”
They parked beneath a lamppost, and Gerard grabbed his hand. His skin was cool,
a nice contrast to Frank’s hot and sweaty hand. They laced their fingers
together.
“Okay,” Frank sighed with a smile. Gerard brought his hand to his lips, kissing
Frank’s knuckles.
“Come on now, sugar,” he whispered, “I believe I promised you a date.”
*
“What the fuck was that?!” Gerard shouted at the screen as the credits rolled.
“I waited two years for this shit!” Frank stifled his laughter as Gerard threw
his arms in the air and looked over at him. “Can you believe that?”
Patting Gerard’s shoulder as he stood from his seat, Frank picked up their
uneaten popcorn and waited for Gerard to shrug his jacket on. “Listen, it’s-”
“It’s not just a movie, Frankie, it’s fucking Star Wars!”
Frank shrugged. “I didn’t think it was that bad?”
Gerard stared blankly at him, his arm midway through the sleeve of his jacket.
Frank instantly knew he’d said the wrong thing judging by the wild look in
Gerard’s eyes.
“You’re walking home, Frank.”
“Oh, come on, Gee, it wasn’t that terrible,” he giggled as he attempted to help
his boyfriend with his jacket.
Boyfriend. Had they reached that point yet? Gerard hadn’t asked him in any
official capacity, and this was only their third date. Their relationship
wasn’t exactly conventional though, considering they had sex in a confessional
the first day they met, and again while his mom was having bible study
downstairs. So he supposed they could be boyfriends, but he didn’t want to
assume anything. He resolved to keep his mouth shut about the whole thing
entirely.
“You know Frankie? You’re right,” he smiled as he pulled on his jacket,
wrapping an arm around Frank’s shoulders. “It wasn’t terrible. It was
atrocious.”
“Okay, well I can see I’m not winning this argument, so I’m just agreeing to
disagree. Sound good?” Frank really didn’t want to fight about Star Wars of all
things, especially considering Gerard was an absolute nerd for Star Wars.
Gerard pulled him closer. “Good decision, sugar. What say you to coming back to
my place, hmm?”
“It’s a little late, isn’t it?” Frank checked his phone: just half past ten.
His mom hadn’t said when he needed to be home… “Mind if I call my mom?”
“Of course not,” Gerard smiled. “I like how close you two are. It’s cute.”
Frank rolled his eyes, pulling up her number as Gerard held open the door to
the theater and they spilled out into the lobby. “It’s not cute, okay? I just
don’t wanna freak her out is all.”
“Everything you do is cute,” Gerard giggled, grabbing him from behind and
putting his chin on Frank’s shoulder. Of course Frank had to go and blush like
an idiot at that, wrapping a hand around Gerard’s arm to hold him in place. He
smiled as Gerard kissed his cheek, the phone beginning to ring.
His mom picked up quickly. “Hey sweetie! How’s your date going?”
“Hi Mrs. Iero!” Gerard was shouting into the receiver. “Can Frank come over to
my house?”
Frank turned to look at Gerard, mouthing what the fuck, to which Gerard
shrugged. “Uh, hey mom. It’s going great, actually.”
He heard his mother’s soft laugh through the phone. “Yes, Frankie, you can go
to Gerard’s house for the night.” He could practically see her, shaking her
head affectionately as she stood in the kitchen, or her bedroom, somewhere in
the house, tickled by the fact that her child was smitten. “Do you need to stop
by and pick up some clothes?”
Gerard must’ve heard, because he was gawping at Frank, stunned by this sudden
turn of events. They’d gone from the date ending, to stopping by Gerard’s
house, to Frank spending the night all within seconds. The boys looked dumbly
at each other, still tangled in their embrace.
“Uhh,” Frank raised his eyebrows at Gerard, and he shook his head, “no, I think
I’m okay. Gee’s got some pajamas I can borrow.”
“Alright sweetie, have a good night. Tell Donna I said hi, okay?”
“I will, mom,” he felt Gerard’s grin against the skin of his neck as the older
boy trailed soft kisses on the sensitive area.
“Love you, Frankie. Use protection!”
The line went dead, which was likely a blessing, because Frank was so shocked
that he simply stood in the lobby of the theater like an idiot. Gerard must’ve
heard what his mom had said, because he suddenly let Frank go, falling
backwards in a fit of what could only be described as cackles. He was clutching
his chest, other hand on his knee, bent over as he howled with laughter.
Several other movie goers gave them some strange looks, but Frank slowly found
himself laughing with Gerard.
“Use protection!” Gerard howled, wiping at his tears. “Oh, man, your mom’s the
best.” He pulled himself together, slowly but surely, grabbing for Frank and
pulling him in close. “Lucky for you, I’ve got plenty of protection.”
Frank snorted. “Good to know you’re not using them on someone else.”
“I would never!” Gerard mocked offense, placing a dramatic hand over his heart
with a gasp. “Frank, how could you suggest such a thing?”
“Not suggestin’ nothin’,” he smiled, pulling Gerard out to the parking lot.
“You’d be dumb as a box of rocks to be steppin’ out on me, baby.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sugar,” Gerard grinned as he wrapped his arms around
Frank’s waist again, and they waddled through the lot to his car. “I’m the
luckiest guy this side of the turnpike.”
“How romantic,” he cooed as they waddled up to the car. “Take me home so we can
use up your stash of protection, Gee.” Gerard turned him in his arms so they
were facing, hands around his lower back as he brought their lips together.
Most of their kisses were hard, frenzied; the typical kisses of two horny
teenage boys. But this one, this was slower, more deliberate, filled with
desire and something else that Frank couldn’t quite put his finger on. It made
the air catch in his lungs and his heart skipped a beat; he felt oddly
complete. They broke the kiss slowly, their lips drifting apart, eyes slow to
open and locking together; the intimacy made Frank shiver.
“Anything you want, sugar.” There it was again: that cocky, lopsided grin, and
it was a done deal. Frank was a goner.
*
As the car slowed to a halt in front of an old one-story house, Gerard put the
car in park and sighed as he looked at Frank. They sat in silence for a moment
before Frank couldn’t take it anymore.
“What? What’s wrong?” he demanded, unbuckling his seat belt and shifting to get
a better look at Gerard. The older boy’s eyes darted away, and Frank knew
something was up. “Okay, you’re freaking me out. Spill it.”
Gerard unbuckled as well, and ran sweaty palms up the thighs of his jeans.
“It’s just… my family is a little weird.”
“I’ve met your mom, though. She’s nice.”
“Well yeah, I didn’t say they were mean,” he retorted, “they’re just kinda
strange. My parents aren’t home though, so that’ll make it a little easier as
far as the weird factor goes, but I was kinda hoping Mikey wouldn’t be here
tonight.” Gerard’s gaze landed on the other car in the driveway, and Frank
surmised that must’ve been Mikey’s car.
“I thought you and Mikey were close though?” He reached for Gerard’s hand to
get him to stop rubbing his palms into his jeans. He was gonna burn holes in
his pants pretty soon.
“Oh we are,” Gerard ran his free hand through his long, black hair, “but he
knows about you, a lot about you, and uh… Well, let’s just say he’s gonna wanna
talk?”
Now, Frank wasn’t scared of anyone, especially not Mikey; he hadn’t even met
the kid, but from what Gerard had told him, he weighed 90 pounds soaking wet
and had the patience of a saint. But something about Gerard’s words didn’t sit
right with him, and he felt nervous butterflies zooming around his stomach. The
guilty looks Gerard was giving him didn’t exactly help either.
“Gerard,” Frank was trying to be patient and understanding, he truly was, “what
did you tell Mikey?”
“Oh, ya know,” Gerard continued to mess with his hair, “...everything.”
“Everything?”
“Yep, pretty much.” Gerard looked up like he was double checking. “Uh huh, he
knows everything.”
“So… the confessional?” Frank caught Gerard’s eye, and he nodded in response.
“Bible study?” Another nod. “Fuckin… all of our conversations?” He was praying
Mikey hadn’t seen the dick pic he’d sent Gerard last week.
“Not all of that,” Gerard said quickly, “not the… ya know,” he gestured to
Frank’s crotch, blushing. “Look, we’re just really close, okay? And I was just
so excited and I’m so into you, I couldn’t help myself, it all just slips out!
Trust me, he didn’t exactly wanna know some of that stuff.”
Frank put his hand over his eyes and sighed, feeling very much like the world
was testing him. He thought he was just gonna go over to his possible-
boyfriend’s house and get to cuddle with him, maybe get his dick sucked, but
now he’s gotta deal with his little brother that knows everything. In the
scheme of things, he supposed it could be worse, if not a tad embarrassing.
“It’s alright,” he sighed, wiping his palm down his face, looking at Gerard.
“Really, it’s okay. Just as long as he isn’t weird about it, then it’s not a
problem.” He smiled at the look of relief on Gerard’s face.
“Mikey’s so cool, you guys are gonna get along great!” Gerard practically shot
like a cannon out of the car, running around the front to open Frank’s door.
Frank took the hand extended to him.
“Such a gentleman,” he chuckled, being led up the front lawn and the steps to
the front door.
“Mikey?”
They entered the house timidly, Frank trying to look over Gerard’s shoulder as
they peeked inside the front door. The house was silent, eerily so, and Frank
reached for Gerard’s hand as he led them through the living room. Everything
seemed fairly normal to Frank: pictures of Gerard and Mikey through the years,
Mrs. Way and a man who had to be her husband. And then they walked by the giant
doll collection.
“What the fuck?” Frank whispered, gawping at the creepy porcelain figurines.
Gerard tugged him along.
“Yeah, we don’t talk about that,” he mumbled.
Frank felt like they were sneaking in, trying to avoid the strict parents of
the household, when it was really the youngest son they were avoiding. It was
all a bit silly, tiptoeing through the house, down to the basement, in hopes
that they wouldn’t have to explain themselves. But Mikey knew about them
anyway, so what was the big deal?
“Gerard,” came a very monotone voice from behind them, and Gerard must’ve
jumped a good foot in the air, shouting as he did so. “Who’s this?”
The boys turned to find quite possibly the lankiest teenager in New Jersey at
the top of the stairs leading to the basement. His hair was ironed down to
sweep in front of his face, and his glasses were resting at an angle on the
bridge of his nose. He had the exact same eyes as Gerard, and it was honestly
freaking Frank out a little bit; other than that, he couldn’t see much of a
resemblance. But if you turned your head a little, squinted, and looked between
the two of them back and forth kinda quickly, they could pass for brothers.
“This is Frank,” Gerard gestured to the smaller boy, “and Frank, this is
Mikey.”
“Why is he doing that thing with his eyes?”
Frank quickly stopped looking between the two of them, embarrassed that he had
been caught. He must’ve looked like an idiot.
“I was just,” he waved a hand in the space between the brothers, “just… you
two… the whole brothers thing, I can’t really see it.” He shrugged, feeling his
face burn at his rudeness. “Like, if I look back and forth really fast I can
kinda tell.”
Mikey snorted. “That’s a first.”
“Why aren’t you out, Mikes?”
The younger Way shrugged; Frank was getting the impression the boy didn’t talk
much.
“Got bored with my friends so I came home. Hey uh, Frank?”
Frank snapped to attention at his name. “Yeah?”
“Mind if I talk to you for a second?”
Gerard groaned loudly. “Oh, come on Mikes, don’t give him ‘the talk’, please?”
Mikey just rolled his eyes at his brother. “I’m not gonna tell him about the
birds and the bees. I’m pretty sure you’ve taught him enough on that subject
anyway.” Frank made a strangled noise, a weird combination of a laugh and a
cough that caught in his throat. He followed Mikey back up the steps, knowing
his fate was sealed.
“Don’t be a dick, Mikey!” Gerard received a silent but firm middle finger from
his brother in response. “I’ll be in the basement, Frankie.”
He followed Mikey back through the house, and to his horror the younger brother
led him to a chair with a full view of that horrific doll collection. Mikey
gestured for him to sit as he stood in front of the dolls, which made things so
much worse. Being interrogated by his maybe-boyfriend’s brother in front of a
wall of porcelain dolls was just too weird for him to wrap his head around.
“I’m not gonna ask what your intentions are because that’s dumb and my brother
is old enough to take care of himself. If he can fuck you in a confessional,
then he can deal with any potential issues that might pop up in the future,”
Mikey raised an eyebrow. “Just make sure those issues are non-issues. Make
sense?” Frank nodded silently, and Mikey frowned. “I’m not intimidating dude,
why are you freaked out right now?”
“Dolls,” Frank pointed behind Mikey. “They’re fuckin’ weird.”
Mikey smirked. “Yeah, my mom’s got awful taste. You can go now, just don’t make
too much noise if you decide to fuck.” Frank’s surprise must’ve showed on his
face. “I’m not dumb, Frank, now go.”
“Never said you were, sorry, thank you,” Frank rushed out all in one breath,
bolting from his seat. “It was nice to meet you!” He shouted from the stairs as
he ran down to the basement, flinging the door open and letting it slam shut
behind him.
*
Frank found himself on his back, Gerard on top of him as the older boy kissed
his way down his neck. Every so often, he would stop to suck on the sensitive
skin, drawing a moan from Frank’s lips. Gerard was grinding his hips down into
Frank’s, making his arousal very well known. Frank pulled on his shirt, the
soft fabric bunching in his fingers, his eyes slipping closed as he felt their
erections push together.
“Gerard,” he moaned, wanting their clothes off now, “come on Gee, take this
thing off.”
He didn’t require much convincing, thank god, removing the offending article of
clothing swiftly. Frank shimmied out of his own shirt, tossing it somewhere on
the floor. Gerard took the opportunity to nip along his chest, making Frank
hiss at the pain.
“What did you and Mikey talk about?” Gerard asked between bites and kisses.
“You’re asking me that now?” Frank huffed, arching his back when Gerard took
his right nipple into his mouth. “Fuck, we… he just wants me to be good to
you.” Gerard hummed at that, sending little vibrations around the hardening
flesh in his mouth, making Frank moan. “He also… said to be quiet.” Frank
squirmed on the bed, tangling the sheets.
“Well that’s not happening,” Gerard smirked, working on Frank’s belt. “Been
dying to get my hands on you for weeks now.”
Frank gulped. “Really?” His voice was higher than usual, and Gerard grinned.
“Yep,” he said, pulling Frank’s belt from his belt loops. “Ever since that
night at your place… haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” He yanked
down Frank’s jeans, forcing them down over his knees. Frank helped kick them
off, and Gerard tossed them on the floor. “You’re so pretty, baby.”
Frank blushed deeply as Gerard’s eyes wandered over him; he was in nothing but
his boxers, and Gerard looked like he was ready to devour him. Truth was, he’d
been just as desperate to be with Gerard again, too; he was masturbating to the
memories of the two of them practically every night, and he still got hot just
thinking about it. Feeling a little bold, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband
of his boxers, slowly dragging them down his hips as Gerard watched with bated
breath.
“Come on, sugar, don’t tease me like this,” he whispered as Frank stopped right
as the dark curls on his abdomen became thicker. “Wanna see you, wanna suck
that pretty cock of yours again.” He palmed Frank’s erection through the thin
fabric, making the younger whine. “That’s it, baby, lemme remind you how good
it feels.”
Frank caved, unable to resist Gerard’s sweet talking, and he shucked his boxers
off in a hurry. Gerard immediately grabbed Frank’s cock, giving it a good, firm
stroke. His eyes fluttering shut, Frank groaned deeply as Gerard wasted no time
in taking his cock into his mouth.
“God, Gee,” he mewled, hands tugging at long, black strands of hair, his hips
pushing up into the sweet warmth of Gerard’s mouth. “Just like that, don’t
stop.”
Gerard’s hand held the base of Frank’s dick firmly, stroking up to meet his
lips to make up for what he couldn’t swallow. He loved the way Frank pulled at
his hair, how he whined when Gerard paid special attention to the head of his
cock, the way his back arched when he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard
around him. Frank falls apart so beautifully, and it was slowly becoming
Gerard’s new addiction.
“You’ve gotta slow down,” Frank panted above him, his chest heaving and shining
with a thin layer of sweat, “I don’t wanna cum too soon, Gee.”
Reluctantly, Gerard pulled off Frank’s cock, still stroking it gently. “You
taste so good, though,” he pouted, planting a kiss to the head. “Don’t wanna
stop.”
“Yeah well I wanna cum while you fuck me, and if that’s gonna happen, you gotta
slow down,” Frank smiled down at Gerard, his heart thudding against his chest.
He ran his fingers through that long, black hair again. “Come here. Wanna kiss
you.” Gerard complied, draping himself over Frank, kissing him sweetly. “And
get you naked,” Frank giggled as he squeezed Gerard’s ass through his jeans.
“Ah, so the truth comes out,” he smiled, sitting up to unbutton his jeans.
“Guess you just like me for my body.”
“Well, it’s definitely a nice body,” Frank agreed as he ran his hands up
Gerard’s chest, loving how pale and soft he was. “But you’re pretty cool, I
guess.” Once Gerard was naked (he still wasn’t wearing underwear, what was with
this guy?), he laid back on top of Frank, grinding against him.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” Gerard whispered in Frank’s ear, biting gently on
the soft flesh of his lobe. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”
Frank whined. “Where’s your stuff? C’mon Gee, I can’t wait any longer.”
Gerard reached for his nightstand, rifling loudly through the drawer until he
produced his lube and a condom. He felt Frank shift beneath him, opening his
legs wider so Gerard could prep him, which made Gerard smile; such an eager
little thing. But tonight was going to be different.
“I think it’s my turn tonight, sugar,” he said softly, amused at the confused
look on Frank’s face.
Propping himself up, he shifted over Frank and straddled the boy’s hips.
Uncapping the bottle of lube, he spread a generous amount over two fingers, and
bent forward to help spread himself. Frank was in full-blown shock right now,
and it dawned on him what was happening.
“Don’t look so shocked, Frankie,” he gasped as he slowly pushed his index
finger past the tight ring of muscle between his cheeks. “You shouldn’t be the
only one who gets to have all the fun.”
Frank moaned almost as loudly as Gerard did as he slowly fingered himself open.
He took his time, using one finger and moving on to two. His eyes were shut
tightly, and his mouth hung open in ecstasy as he pushed his fingers in and
out, the slide becoming smoother as he scissored his fingers. Frank didn’t
think he’d seen anything hotter in his entire life, and he couldn’t stop
himself from wrapping his hand around Gerard’s cock.
“C’mon Gee, that’s it,” he encouraged as he jerked his fist up and down the
hard cock in his hands. “Finger yourself for me, open yourself up.”
Sucking his index finger into his mouth, Frank coated the digit with as much
saliva as he could before reaching around and adding a third finger to Gerard’s
ass. It was a tight fit, warm and slick, and Gerard let out a litany of curses
when Frank breached him. Pushing back against the intrusion, Gerard moaned
wantonly while Frank continued to fist his dick firmly.
Nodding weakly, Gerard mumbled against Frank’s neck, “I’m ready, ready Frankie.
Wanna ride you, want you in me, sugar.”
Frank couldn’t move fast enough, removing his finger perhaps a bit harshly,
judging by the way Gerard sucked in a sharp breath. Apologizing profusely, he
coaxed Gerard with kisses and feather-light touches, reaching for the lube to
slick up his cock. All the while, Gerard watched him hungrily, his eyes glazed
and lecherous as he watched the younger boy’s cock shine with lubricant and
pre-cum. He batted Frank’s hand away, shuffled forward enough so he could line
himself up with Frank’s cock, and held it steady as he lowered himself down.
It took some patience on both of their parts, which was a miracle for two
teenage boys, but when Frank pushed up firmly, he felt Gerard’s furled ring of
muscle finally give way, and he began to slide in. His eyes were screwed shut
and it was all he could do not to cum while Gerard kept sinking down on his
dick, the tight heat of his ass almost too much for him to handle. And god, he
was going so slowly, and it was so much for him to not just plant his feet on
the mattress and slam up into him, but he didn’t want to hurt him, he wanted
this to last. Hands flying to Gerard’s hips, he squeezed tightly and was able
to collect his thoughts.
“I know it’s probably rude of me to ask,” he panted, looking into Gerard’s
eyes, “but can we maybe speed this up a little? Because I’m about to blow a
massive load in your ass if we keep going at this pace.”
Gerard giggled, finally, mercifully, sinking all the way down onto Frank’s
cock. “Patience, Frankie,” he cooed, pinching Frank’s nipples, eliciting a gasp
from the boy beneath him. “By all means, please blow that massive load in my
ass, but let’s have a little fun first, okay?”
Nodding like an idiot, Frank looked up at Gerard with wide eyes, and it hit him
like a ton of bricks: he was in love.
He couldn’t pay much attention to that thought, however, because Gerard was
canting his hips, grinding on his cock, and his eyes rolled back as his mouth
fell open. And he just kept going, back and forth he rolled his hips, those
sinful hips and thick thighs that kept Frankie trapped, but he wouldn’t want to
be anywhere else in the universe right now. Losing all sense of reason, he bent
his knees, planted his feet, and snapped his hips up sharply; Gerard all but
shouted, his hips stilling completely.
“Don’t stop, Frankie,” he moaned, his hips rolling once again, “do it again,
c’mon baby, fuck me.”
It was like Gerard was straight out of a porno; sweat rolled down his chest and
his pale skin was flushed a gorgeous pink, his eyes hooded and lips slick while
his mouth hung open. His body bounced perfectly as Frank continued to thrust
into him, his cock bobbing obscenely against his stomach, leaking pre-cum.
They found a perfect rhythm, and soon Gerard was no longer content to grind
himself on Frank’s dick. He lifted his hips and began to meet Frank’s thrusts,
shouting as Frank became more forceful, eventually hitting his prostate.
“Right there,” Gerard was groaning loudly, his head thrown back as Frank hit
his prostate with each thrust, “oh my god, Frankie, right there!”
Frank was quite proud of himself for having held on for so long, he honestly
had no idea how he was managing. Gerard was so hot and tight around him, and
seeing him fall apart was driving Frank crazy. Without thinking, he fisted
Gerard’s leaking dick and began to jerk him in time with their thrusts.
“Come on, Gee,” he said through gritted teeth, trying desperately to hold on
just a little while longer, “let go for me. Cum for me, Gee, cum on me.”
And with that, Gerard came with a shout, Frank’s name falling from his lips as
his cum painted their bellies and chests with thick, white ropes. He was
clenching so tightly around Frank’s cock that he wasn’t far behind, finding his
own release as he thrust inside Gerard one last time. Gerard collapsed heavily
on his chest, feeling like he’d just run a very sticky marathon, and he held to
Frank tightly as he tried to regain his breath.
“Sorry I kinda squished my cum between us,” he giggled as Frank tightened his
arms around him.
“Nah, don’t be,” Frank sighed, kissing Gerard’s cheek. “I like cuddling with
you anyway.”
Long after they had caught their breath, and their sweat had cooled, and
Gerard’s cum had dried, and Frank’s cock had grown soft inside him, long after
all of that, they finally pulled apart. Gerard shuffled around his room naked,
looking for a towel to clean them off. Frank had to look away as he noticed
some of his cum had rolled down Gerard’s thighs, and he couldn’t decide whether
he should feel ashamed or turned on. He opted for turned on.
“Fuck me in the morning,” he whispered when Gerard came back to bed and cleaned
them off. Frank was too tired to move.
“You’re insatiable,” he cackled, “let me at least wash your cum out of my ass
first, okay?”
Frank grinned like an idiot. “Okay.”
*
The next morning, after they’d slept too late, made pancakes for breakfast, and
suffered through many of Mikey’s patented glares, Gerard kept his promise. He
delivered by fucking Frank into the mattress, making him scream so loudly that
Mikey was banging on the door and telling them to shut up. They fell into a fit
of giggles afterwards, and Frank was certain he was going to feel sore for a
week.
Once the sun began to set and Gerard’s parents came home, the boys limped out
of the house and Gerard drove Frank home. They sat in the car in front of
Frank’s house for a long time, the silence not awkward, but oddly content.
Gerard was rubbing his thumb over Frank’s knuckles, staring at his hand.
“You’ve got pretty hands,” he said quietly, making Frank snort. “I’m serious!”
“Thank you,” Frank smiled and leaned across the center console, kissing him
sweetly. “I had a lot of fun this weekend.”
“Me too,” Gerard returned the smile. “Sorry we didn’t get to use up my stash of
condoms like we planned.”
Frank shrugged. “Maybe next weekend?”
“It’s a date,” Gerard just couldn’t stop smiling at him. He pulled him in for
one last kiss, when he had a quick thought. “Hey, uh, Frankie?”
“Mhmm?” Frank kissed him again, but Gerard was determined, and he pulled back.
Suddenly he was terrified. Was Frank okay with labels? They’d only been on
three dates; maybe he just saw Gerard as a fuck buddy? He felt his heart began
to race and his bravery dwindle, and Frank was giving him this weird look, like
he just knew what Gerard was thinking somehow.
“Yeah,” Frank smiled. “I’d love to be your boyfriend.”
“How did you know??” Gerard gasped, feeling like the wind had been knocked out
of him.
Frank shrugged. “Just a hunch.” He leaned over and kissed him again, lingering
this time, putting his palm against Gerard’s cheek. “Call me tomorrow, yeah?”
Gerard nodded eagerly, and Frank smiled before hopping out of the car.
He watched Frank head up his front lawn, laughing a little at the way he
limped. But Frank stopped suddenly, turned around, and limped back towards the
car. He motioned for Gerard to roll down the window, which he did.
“Did you forget something?” He leaned over the passenger seat, looking up at
Frank, who pushed himself through the open window and kissed Gerard again.
“Just wanted to tell you that I love you,” he said softly against Gerard’s
lips, kissing him one more time. Gerard lit up like a Christmas tree inside,
fireworks zooming around in his chest as he kissed his boyfriend through his
smile. They pulled back, each a little breathless, and Gerard couldn’t stop
smiling.
“I love you too, sugar.”
End Notes
     And they all lived happily ever after.
     I wasn't planning on writing this, but I became inspired somehow and
     it just kinda happened. I took a brief break from writing my
     chaptered fic, but the update for that should be out within a week.
     As usual kudos and comments are appreciated; let me know what you
     think. Thanks for reading! Happy New Year!
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