{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:happilyappled","title":"All these guys unzip their flies.","subtitle":"happilyappled","author":{"name":"happilyappled"},"link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"service.feed","type":"application\/x.atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom","title":"All these guys unzip their flies."}}],"updated":"2012-09-21T17:00:50Z","entry":[{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:happilyappled:42725","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/42725.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=42725"}}],"title":"Fic: Dirty Like I'll Miss You...","published":"2012-09-21T17:00:50Z","updated":"2012-09-21T17:00:50Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"gerard way"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"frank iero"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"dirty:verse"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fanfiction"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"my chemical romance"}}],"content":"Seventh story of the Dirty!verse<\/a>, which hasn't been updated in over a year. It's finally here, though. Please, enjoy :)

Warnings:<\/b> Sex & Sadness
Beta:<\/b> <\/a>kuriositet<\/b><\/a><\/span> and also <\/a>matchbox_bones<\/b><\/a><\/span> and Cinthia!<\/a>

Summary:<\/b> Gerard and Frank are going to different colleges. This is their goodbye for a few months. And it's not<\/i> going to be easy. ~8,500 words

Author's Note:<\/b> There is only one story left for this 'verse. The great finale is a week or two away.

07: Dirty Like I'll Miss You... [AO3]<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:happilyappled:42402","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/42402.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=42402"}}],"title":"FIC: \"Get Over That Collar\"","published":"2012-07-28T04:12:30Z","updated":"2012-07-28T04:33:39Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"gerard way"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"frank iero"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"priest!gerard"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"bandom"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fanfiction"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"my chemical romance"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> \"Get Over That Collar\" ~7k
Beta:<\/b> <\/a>kuriositet<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing:<\/b> Frank\/Gerard, NC-17
Summary:<\/b> \"Frank, you're very special to me,\" Gerard says, as he turns around. Frank notices that he's wearing his clerical collar, stark white against his black clothes, standing out so perfectly.<\/i>


Sequel to my BBB Wave One 2012 \"Against the Works of the Flesh\"<\/a>
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FOR Megan <333 <\/a>

Gerard picks Frank up from the bus station, early Friday evening. They're making out in the car as soon as Frank has thrown his bag to the backseat; the door isn't even closed. Frank's spending the weekend at Gerard's house, since he handed in his last essay in college this afternoon and Gerard only has teachers' meetings next week.

The summer is at its peak and the days are hot and sunny, and it's going to be nice to spend a couple of weeks just the two of them. For the first week, they will be at Frank's parents' beach house and for the second week, they will return to Gerard's house and be hermits together. Frank is sure it's going to be amazing.

He talks about that with Gerard during their car ride to Gerard's home, although they stop by the supermarket first to stock up for the weekend. Frank takes the list out of Gerard's jeans back pocket, with their eyes locked and his hand squeezing Gerard's ass for a tiny second in the middle of the veggies corridor. They get everything on the list and, at the check out line, Frank presses his crotch to Gerard's ass and places a kiss on the back of his neck, over his black T-shirt. He can see a man and a kid, most likely the man's daughter, in front of them, and he can also feel how tense Gerard is and how his cheeks get slightly red. Frank shifts away from him and asks, \"What's up for dinner?\"

\"I was thinking of making my mom's pasta salad,\" Gerard replies, only half stuttering.

\"Mmm, you know how much I like it.\" Frank rubs Gerard's back affectionately and sees Gerard turning his head and widening his eyes at him when the man shakes his head at them, pays what he's due and takes the kid away swiftly. Frank giggles only a little when he sees this. He should feel offended by the fact that people still think it's disgusting or inappropriate that two people of the same sex are being affectionate in public, but he just finds it funny how people try to avoid this kind of behavior like it's the plague.


Back in the car, Frank and Gerard laugh it off, although the older man admits that it was slightly embarrassing to him, before he puts the car into motion. Frank slides a hand over Gerard's thigh, squeezing the flesh comfortingly, but he never takes his hand away. He keeps it close to Gerard's crotch the whole time, looking forward to the sexiest part of their weekend together.

Frank is really horny tonight, and excited, and needy, because it's been over two weeks since they were together for the last time, as one had exams and the other had to grade exams. And well, Gerard is really fucking cute when he's embarrassed and Frank just wants to fuck him right here in the car. He likes to wait for the privacy of Gerard's home. He realizes that Gerard is excited as well because Frank knows his jeans aren't usually this tight over his crotch. He must be getting hard over this too. And Frank grins the whole way to the house.


Gerard's pants are unbuttoned before he closes the front door and they're halfway down his thighs along with his boxers when Frank pushes him down on the big couch. He pulls at Gerard's pants until they're off with his shoes and Gerard is bare from the waist down. The older man slides down the couch and lands on his back, one leg stretched out across the floor and the other thrown over the cushions. He's spread open just like Frank wants him.

Still this isn't enough and Frank kisses him hard, biting on Gerard's tongue and pulls away hastily to descend Gerard's body and mouth at his balls. Frank likes toying with them. It was never weird to him, as he had learned early on what Gerard liked or didn't like, and discovered how sensitive he is down there. So tonight Frank bets on driving Gerard mad and plays with his balls, mostly with his hands but also with his mouth, teasing them with his tongue until Gerard is squeezing his cock to not come right away.

However, that is exactly where Frank wants him, so he takes Gerard's hand and pumps, leaving Gerard to it as he lifts Gerard's ass and tongues up and down the flesh between his balls and ass. It's when he bites at Gerard's flesh and slides two slick fingers inside, pushing in just right, that Gerard bucks up, shouts Frank's name and comes. Frank climbs over him quickly, still fucking him with his fingers, but now drinking what he still can of Gerard's come. The ultimate look of satisfaction on Gerard's face, a gaping mouth, his chest muscles shaking \u2014 everything is gorgeous \u2014 and Frank doesn't want it to fade away.

Eventually, though, it does and Frank is being pulled back against the couch and his pants are open and his cock is out, and then Gerard gets him off with one hand and his mouth in less than a minute.


A fully dressed Frank lets Gerard cook on his own, wearing only his T-shirt, boxers, socks and the apron Frank 'stole' from his mother, a white one with printed flowers, and gave it to Gerard on his birthday. Frank is tempted to stay in the kitchen and grope all over Gerard's body, but he has a call to make first. He always calls his mom when he's at Gerard's house, to tell her that he's alright, that his bus trip was safe and that he's perfectly fine right now. She has no idea how much, though, and he grins to himself while his mother says that she's got some news to share with him.

After he closes the call, Frank is eager to tell them to Gerard, but first he hears a crash and hurries to the kitchen. Gerard is there with his eyes on the ceiling and it looks like the room is less illuminated, and the older man says, \"Oops.\"

\"What happened?\"

\"I guess the bulb just burst,\" Gerard says, with a strange facial expression. He looks slightly guilty over a blown bulb, so Frank doesn't understand and lifts his eyebrows in a question. Before he gets an answer, though, Gerard turns back around to his cooking, but Frank clears his throat to get Gerard's attention again. Turning back around to face Frank, Gerard admits, \"Well, maybe I did it. I guess I suck at opening bottles.\"

\"What?\" Frank laughs when he realizes that Gerard just blew a bulb with a bottle cap, but it's not a big deal. This kind of accidents happen a lot in the kitchen and Frank is aware of that, and the fact that Gerard is a great cook covers for those little accidents, or incidents, that might occur. So he just adds, \"I'll go get a replacement from the living room. Just don't break anything else while I'm gone, okay?\" He goes laughing.

\"Thank you,\" Gerard says when Frank comes back to the kitchen with a new bulb, taking it off the package and handing it over. Gerard has to be the one replacing the burst bulb with the new one, standing on a kitchen chair, because Frank is only slightly too short. Frank checks the counter and tries to help with the pasta salad while Gerard's at it, first checking around the area if there are any remnants of glass from the bulb, but he remembers what he wanted to tell Gerard.

\"Hey, remember 'Father Fungus'?\" he asks nonchalantly, because Gerard will know who he's talking about. And in fact, Gerard's reaction is a loud laugh. 'Father Fungus' was the nickname the kids from their hometown got to Father Fergus, who replaced Gerard at the church when he was dismissed. It's a rather nasty nickname because people realized what kind of person he really was soon enough, and the kids would have never let it go unnoticed.

\"Yeah, what about him?\" Gerard asks at last, still giggling a bit as he gets down from the chair. Frank is watching him over his shoulder, before he replies,

\"Well, my mom said he has finally been sent to jail.\" The truth is that Father Fergus was actually an impostor. Someone Frank didn't know had denounced him to the Police for his fake documents, stating that he was a priest when that wasn't true and that he had stolen the identity of a priest that had died years ago, and for his past as a child abuser. As far as Frank was aware, there hadn't been any proof just yet, but it appears to be solved now. He's in jail.

\"It's about time,\" Gerard comments, shaking his head and joining Frank at the counter. He drapes an arm over Frank's shoulders and kisses his temple randomly, but Frank can't resist when Gerard is a sap, so he pecks Gerard's jaw in return. Then, Gerard resumes their last conversation and asks, \"Why did it take so long?\"

Frank shrugs. \"Mom didn't know, but it was probably some bureaucratic shit. People had an eye on him and now that he's in jail, this nightmare is finally over.\" Gerard agrees and they go back to their dinner, slicing ingredients for their salad.


After dinner, they play some videogames, watch a movie and play some more videogames until Gerard starts yawning. Frank turns the TV set off and pulls his boyfriend upstairs, but Gerard insists they take a shower first. It's kind of contrary to the way he was yawning before, but Frank goes with it and joins him in the small shower booth. And well, it's not really a surprise when Gerard grabs Frank's head and kisses him fervently with the hot water falling around them.

And it's great when Gerard holds Frank against the wall and fucks deep into him, slippery from the water and the soap. Frank wraps his arms and legs around Gerard, gasping, convulsing without even needing to touch his dick. Gerard hitting his prostate regularly is more than enough to make him come tonight.

And well, there is nothing quite like their shower sex.


When Frank wakes up, he stretches his legs and tightens his arm around something. It turns out to be Gerard's thighs, but he's leaning forward to kiss his bare hips when Gerard's voice sounds, \"Don't move.\"

Frank opens his eyes and sees that Gerard is drawing, his sketchpad in one hand, a sharpie in the other. He catches a glimpse of the page and it's actually very detailed, in Gerard's sharp style that always reminds Frank of the Silent Hill videogames he started playing after he met Gerard. The drawing looks a lot like Frank, though, only with less white sheets and more viscera. Frank smiles.

Gerard drops the sketchpad on the nightstand a few minutes later and writes his morning greeting on Frank's arm, adding a tiny star afterwards that matches the one Frank got tattooed earlier this year. Then, Gerard slides back into bed, and Frank kisses his lips and hums against them, approving of this cuddly mood. He says, \"Good morning.\"

Seeing a smile on Gerard's face, Frank rolls over and hides his face on Gerard's chest, placing a kiss there too. He hears Gerard sighing and he looks back up at the older boyfriend and asks, \"What time is it?\"

\"Does it matter?\" Gerard replies sweetly, making Frank grin and shake his head in response. Frank goes back to kissing Gerard's chest, listening to his next words. \"I made coffee, though, and Western omelets without<\/i> onions; bacon and pancakes and<\/i> toast. Everything you need on a lazy Saturday morning with me.\"

Frank can't help but giggle at the amount of things Gerard prepared for their breakfast. \"That's a lot of stuff. I don't deserve this. Have you eaten yet?\"

\"No. I've been waiting for you.\"

\"Well, you should have woken me up. It will have gone cold by now,\" Frank says, with another giggle. He feels hungry and he can't refuse Gerard's breakfasts, but he feels slightly reluctant when pulling the covers back and getting up. He would love to stay in bed and be lazy with his boyfriend, making out, cuddling, listening to Gerard reading a book out loud and all the beautiful things they always do in bed when there's no rush. But breakfast sounds great, too. They can come back and be lazy afterwards.<\/i>


As every other Saturday, they dedicate themselves to volunteer work. They start with a couple of hours at the children's hospital, entertaining the kids for a while, and then they go spend another couple of hours helping out at the seniors' club. Today, they also pass by the local animal shelter because Frank has always talked about getting a dog, but he can't have one because he's so busy with college. They still like to go over there and take a look at the different dogs, mostly helping out with small tasks such as bathing the dogs and walking them down the street.

Lastly, after having dinner out at a pizzeria, they head to the town's shelter for homeless people. They do as much as they can every Saturday, helping as many people as they can, because this is what they believe in. They have faith in human contact and in how it contributes to live happily. There is nothing better than helping people in need and collecting their own morals, stories and life lessons. It's a beautiful way to live, spreading God's message through their actions and smiles.

At the shelter tonight, the volunteers are divided into the usual teams. Frank and Gerard never stay on the same team; they don't want to because they work better separately and it's always interesting to hear the other's experience when they go back home.

This time, Gerard chooses to go on one of the vans who provide help on the street, mostly distributing food and blankets and a few minutes of company. They're Frank's favorite teams because they always see different people and, although alarming, it opens their eyes to how cruel living on the streets can be, but tonight Frank stays in at the shelter. Here, they supply a bowl of hot soup to everyone who comes and distribute blankets and spend more time talking to people, if they somehow need to be listened to. Frank has to gulp down his emotions every single time because these people are usually hopeless but, at the shelter, they know they can find some comfort.

Tonight, Frank meets a very special kid. He's in no way older than Frank, but he looks broken down and his clothes have lost color and don't seem very comfortable anymore, all torn up to shit. Frank finds him some 'new' clothes at the storage the shelter has, filled with items the community has donated for charity and, when he gives them to the kid, Frank is a little surprised when he finally speaks up.

\"You're Frank Iero, right?\" Frank frowns, not recognizing the kid and not understanding why he seems to recognize him and know his name.

\"Yes, I am. Why do you ask?\"

\"I know who you are. I went to school with you, but I was two years behind. Everyone in my neighborhood knows your story with Father Way. Well, I know he's not a priest anymore, but\u2014\" The kid gulps and doesn't add anything else.

Frank points him to the community tables and goes get him a bowl of soup, hoping that the kid makes more sense when he's eaten some. Frank is intrigued about what else he might have to say.

\"You inspired me, you both did,\" the kid says, taking his eyes away from Frank's and looking down when he's finished. Frank takes a few breaths, considering what to say next. He sits down, facing the kid, just so they talk for a minute or two, and asks,

\"What do you mean?\"

\"I loved Father Way. He was amazing in Mass, but I never\u2014\" The kid pauses and eats a few more spoonfuls, and Frank nods, wanting to tell him that he can continue his story. \"I came out to my parents after the news about Father Way and you were out in town, but it didn't work out for me. My parents kicked me out that same night, not even letting me bring any of my stuff with me, and they never reconsidered.\"

Once more, Frank has to gulp down his feelings. He doesn't want to say that he's sorry, because it would sound very patronizing, but he wishes this kid had been as lucky as he was, just getting a few insults from his family. He asks, \"Have you been living on the streets ever since?\"

\"I spent a few nights at a friend's house, but it didn't work out either, so yeah. The streets have been my home. There are some good nights, and it's definitely not so bad in the summer.\"

\"Do you always come here?\" Frank asks, really interested in knowing that such a young kid had at least one place where to go to in order to feel safe.

\"When it's open, yes. I love it here. You guys are amazing and I'm honored to meet you,\" he says, slightly blushing. Frank feels really flattered that people looked at him this way, his story of coming out inspiring people so much, no matter how he never asked for this. He can't help the tight feeling in his chest when he thinks about how it doesn't work out the same way to everybody. \"I believed in your strength, in the power of God's work in my family, but I was betrayed. God doesn't care about me because I have no one to seek support in.\"

\"No, don't say that,\" Frank disagrees, shaking his head and bringing his hands together on the table. \"God loves everyone equally; don't think otherwise because you're living on the streets. You're young. I'm sure you'll find the strength in yourself to fight back. Did you know there's a shelter south of here that stays open through the night? You can sleep in there some nights. And if you take care of yourself, you can turn your life around.\"

Thinking that this might be a chance to change this kid's life again, for a better outcome this time hopefully, Frank adds, \"God is giving you an opportunity to overcome your difficulties, to step over your own barriers and get something out of your life. He always does this. We just don't always understand the way He chooses to confront us with our own fears. If He put you through this, it means He knows you're strong enough to survive.\"

\"I'm not so sure anymore.\" The kids doesn't look up at Frank anymore. He's staring into the bowl of soup like it will drown his anguish as well.

\"Think about it, though. It's better to fight for something than let the bad things in life get the best of you, isn't it?\" Frank insists on his point of view, and adds a soft smile.

The kid keeps sipping his soup silently, ignoring Frank's words and intentions for now, but Frank doesn't take it personally. He understands that life has been harsh for this kid, but he's young and he will eventually find the courage and strength to take what he deserves. Frank stays sitting down for a moment, but someone waves at him and he knows he has to help. \"I have to go, but please don't just give up on fighting or you'll never leave the streets.\" He squeezes the kid's shoulder and waits for a reply.

\"Thank you,\" the kid says and Frank nods at him and leaves.


As they drive home, Frank tells Gerard about the kid and Gerard seems to agree that Frank shared a very good point with the kid. \"You did your best, Frank and that's everything you could have done.\"

\"I'll have to look out for him, though. I mean, I wouldn't want to find out that something bad happened to him.\"

\"Did you get his name?\"

\"No.\" When Frank thinks about it, he really regrets not having asked the kid's name, realizing that it would have been easier to check on him regularly. But he can always keep in touch with other shelters and, using a description, try to find out something more about this kid. Frank hopes he really gets off the streets before it's too late. Gerard hums in agreement, but he only says, \"There's only so much you can do, Frank. Don't wear yourself out. We will never be able to help everyone in need.\"

Frank nods and drapes his hand over the console to grasp Gerard's right one, saying, \"I know.\"

They keep quiet and thoughtful, Frank holding Gerard's hand when he's not changing gears. He can feel the weight of his thoughts in his skull as they float around what happened at the shelter and how it's gonna affect his future volunteer work in there. Someone knew him because he fought with his sexuality a year ago and Frank has no idea how to deal with that. He feels Gerard squeezing his hand and asking if Frank is alright. Frank hums and turns to looks out through the window, distracted.



Frank showers after Gerard, trying to relax and not think about that kid. It's not the first time he has heard things that he knows will always stay with him, but it's the first time it has hit so close to home that he had to stick his head out and give personal advice. It felt good to realize that he might have helped someone in more ways than just hot soup and a blanket for the night, but he still questions how much of what Frank said will really get to that kid.

Frank rinses his body and shuts off the water. He leaves the bathroom with a towel around his waist, but finds the bedroom buried in darkness. He wonders what's going on because he can see Gerard standing by the window. Could another bulb have burst?

\"Gerard, is everything alright?\" There's no reply. Frank puts the lights back on and everything looks normal; no bulbs have burst. It's when he looks at the window, though, that he notices something strange. Gerard is turned to the window, looking outside, but he's wearing black clothes, not his pajamas, even though he took a shower and told Frank he'd wait in bed. This doesn't make sense, so he asks, \"Gerard, what's\u2014\"

He interrupts himself when he notices something falling from Gerard's hand. It's his rosary, with the light reddish-brown beads and the golden cross, so Frank insists, \"What's going on?\"

\"Frank, you're very special to me,\" Gerard says, as he turns around. Frank notices that he's wearing his clerical collar, stark white against his black clothes, standing out so perfectly. He gasps in shock. \"We can't do this anymore. We're not supposed to live this sin. I'm your priest.\"

Frank tightens a fist on the towel around his hips, holding it up and just not knowing exactly how to react at first. His chest constricts and his heart pounds, realizing what Gerard wants, so he decides to play along, \"But I want to. You're in my dreams. You're in my mind the whole day, and at night...\" Frank drops the towel to the floor and he's not hard or anything, but he knows this will work out in the end. He's always had a special feeling for Gerard in his old collar.

\"At night, I can't control myself. At night, I touch myself, thinking about you.\" Frank grabs his cock and stands there, getting himself harder by the second from the sight of Gerard biting his lip, and Gerard's collar, and the sound of Gerard's raspy breathing, and Gerard's hand adjusting the crotch of his pants. \"I want you. How can you ignore me? How can you deny me so easily?\"

Frank's half hard and approaches Gerard, trapping him against the window. Frank tries to kiss Gerard, but he turns his face away. \"Frank, don't.\"

\"You want to.\" Frank touches Gerard's hand swiftly, moving his knuckles against Gerard's fingers. \"I see it in your eyes.\"

He gets closer and closer, fisting at his cock again, getting himself harder. He continues, \"This collar is only a disguise, but you don't have to hide behind it anymore, Father<\/i>.\" Their faces are really close and Gerard closes his eyes, gulping. Frank inhales and whispers, \"Kiss me. You know you want to.\"

Gerard shakes his head and turns his face away again. Frank slides a hand around Gerard's hips, pulling Gerard close until their crotches meet. Frank is hard and there's a hard bulge in Gerard's pants as well. Gerard groans when Frank presses into it.

\"Don't you want me? Don't you want to be my first?\" Frank nudges Gerard's jaw with his nose and they finally kiss, heavily. They make out as Gerard embraces Frank with two arms, holding him close, grabbing Frank by the hips and carrying him to the bed. Frank moans and sits up, jacking his own dick. He knows this is one of Gerard's biggest fantasies, watching Frank jerking off. He loves that gleam in Gerard's eyes, his slightly opened mouth, the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows hard. Then everything happens very quickly because Gerard suddenly takes charge and presses Frank into the mattress, kissing him.

Frank lies there and takes it as Gerard pulls away from the kiss and murmurs, \"I know this is wrong, but it feels so good.\" Frank remembers this sentence very well. Gerard said it before their first mutual handjobs and, even after all these months, Frank loves when they roleplay their old selves and Gerard remembers this sentence.

It only adds intensity to their moment and Frank watches as his priest<\/i> drapes the rosary around Frank's neck and it sticks to his skin where he's still damp from the shower. Then Gerard descends his body and kisses a wet trail down to Frank's hard cock. Frank holds his moans back, knowing it drives Gerard crazy when he keeps quiet. Gerard bites on Frank's thigh and mouths at his balls, nose buried in Frank's pubic hair before he grabs Frank's feet and pulls them up until Frank's knees hit his chest.

Gerard hums against the back of Frank's exposed thigh and spares kisses here and there, until his mouth is lined up with Frank's hole. Frank gulps, shaking in anticipation at what is coming next because he knows Gerard loves<\/i> rimming him and then, he does lick over Frank's crack, making the younger man's skin tremble. He still retains his moans, even when Gerard gets down to business and tongues at the hole, around it and inside, just the way Frank likes it.

\"Moan for me,\" Gerard says against Frank's ass cheek, like he knows just what Frank is doing. Frank doesn't react, though; he keeps quiet and bucks up his hips the best he can to make Gerard get back to what he was doing. First, however, Gerard adds, \"Show me how much you like my divine grace thrust upon your ass.\"

Then, Gerard dives into Frank's hole full-on, licking the rim, opening it up with his fingers and plunging his tongue inside. Frank is in an overload of pleasure and he simply can't take it anymore, so he lets it all go and moans loud, thrusting up against Gerard's mouth.

\"Fuck, Gerard,\" he moans, moving his ass against the muscle slipping inside his hole. Frank can't hold still, because Gerard is using his tongue and teeth skillfully and there is only so much he can take when he's getting his ass rimmed. \"You're so fucking great at this.\"

It lasts for a long time, Gerard going deep and hard and roaring in the back of his throat like a tiger advancing on a prey, Gerard's tongue pushing in easily from the saliva coating Frank's rim, Gerard's teeth pulling at the flesh at times, while Frank tries not to trash too much on the bed to not lose all these amazing sensations.

\"Fuck yeah, oh please<\/i>,\" Frank whines, wheezing a bit. Frank's cock hurts and he touches it to release some of the tension, but it works against him and he's almost coming. He decides to stop and just pulls Gerard's head back by the hair, forcing him up again so Frank can kiss him. He's not really collaborative though, his mouth moving but just letting Frank tongue at it without any reaction, and Frank wonders if Gerard's tongue feels numb for having rimmed him for so long.

Gerard ends up pulling away from the kiss and smirking at Frank with a hungry look upon his eyes, just holding Frank down on the bed and looking at him. Frank loves that they connect through these gazes, but he can't really focus on Gerard's face because his white collar stands out. Frank is suddenly addicted to it as it makes Gerard look so sexy, so forbidden and desirable, the object of all those dreams Frank used to have, so he keeps looking between the white item of Gerard's attire and Gerard's predator eyes. They would eat Frank alive if he let them.

\"Just do it, Gerard,\" Frank starts in a low voice. He feels his lungs struggling for breath as he struggles for the right words to express his delight. \"Take me, please. I wanna be yours and no one else's.\"

\"You're mine<\/i>.\" Gerard growls in the back of his throat again, possessive as ever, and spreads one of his hands over Frank's skin.

Frank closes his eyes and just feels it, crawling over his ass and hips and stomach, and then finally up on his chest, the beads of the rosary rattling as he passes them, until he reaches Frank's neck and face. In the end, he opens Frank's mouth with two fingers and sticks them inside, in a clear message that Frank is very used to. He sucks the fingers in as far as he can, swallows around them, coats them abundantly with his tongue until Gerard takes them out.

He's definitely in charge here and Frank can't help but love it, feeling like a virgin all over again and just taking it because Gerard always knows what he wants and needs. Frank opens his eyes and watches Gerard sitting up, then drawing one arm over Frank's thighs so they keep up against his torso, Frank's feet in the air, his ass opened and exposed. He smirks at Frank wickedly, and Frank sucks his bottom lip into his mouth because he can't take his eyes off of Gerard's collar. He doesn't bother looking up at Gerard's face once he slips a finger past Frank's rim, and presses it in and out continuously, then adds the second one and opens Frank up while Frank pants and stares at the one garment that makes Father Way come back to life.

\"You make me feel\u2014\" Frank stops when Gerard presses up against his prostate and he can only buck up and moan, feeling the wave of pleasure running through his whole body. He doesn't let it fade away before he says, \"Make me feel so fucking hot, Father<\/i>.\"

\"So wrong,\" Gerard whispers against Frank's thigh, mouthing and biting at it, making Frank close his eyes and just feel. This is what Gerard is really good at, blocking every other sense in Frank's body. He doesn't care to see, hear or speak; all he wants is to feel<\/i> Gerard's fingers in his ass preparing him for his big cock.

\"But so fucking good,\" Frank finishes the sentence for Gerard, when he climbs over Frank's body. Frank opens his eyes and watches him intently. He licks his lips at the thought of what he's about to feel, anxious for the first press of Gerard's cock, the initial stretch on his skin, the first perfect slide inside his body. Gerard lines up their bodies and pushes in slowly and it does feel like they're doing this for the very first time all over again.

Frank drags out a moan of Gerard's name, Gerard's cock in his ass feeling so big and blissful, so fucking amazing. Father Way might be a character from the past, but every once in a while he's back. He comes into Frank's bed and reminds him how much he likes the wrong; how turned on Frank gets just thinking that he's in bed with a priest. Frank is even wearing his rosary for all that matters, and they float together up to Heaven.

\"Fuck it, Frank, don't call me Gerard,\" he begs, pulling out halfway and thrusting back in. Frank shivers from what he feels, the shivers traveling up his spine and his skin trembling, but he knows what Gerard wants and is more than willing to give him that.

\"Yes, Father<\/i>.\"

They make this night last for as long as they are physically able to, Gerard going from hard and fast to slow and sweet, again and again, to drive Frank crazy, making him moan and Frank's entire body bucks up along with their movements. Frank responds by gripping Gerard's hair or grasping at his flesh, thrashing around on the mattress moaning for more. Gerard really knows how to take care of him and his fantasies.

\"Fuck, I'm too close. You should stop,\" Frank requests, when his stomach tightens and the skin over his balls pulls up from the inside. He brings his thighs down and pushes Gerard away from him.

This is only their first break tonight; they always want to make this last as long as possible. Frank kisses him hard and pulls him close, but Gerard knows better than to let Frank do that. He pushes Frank away with a hand on his chest, his fingers making the beads of the rosary rattle softly, and sits up on the mattress, getting up next without taking his eyes off of Frank's face. Frank is looking back at him, in silence, but feels hot shivers up his spine when he shifts his eyes down to Gerard's collar. It's starting to shine with the beads of sweat falling on it and Frank loves it; he loves making Gerard sweat, but he loves it even more when Gerard teases him like this and gets up from the bed.

Frank watches him walk to the window seat and sit down, leaning back against the glass, legs spread wide and cock shiny and inviting. Frank doesn't do anything just yet, still playing the virgin boy without a clue about what to do during sex, but Gerard knows him well and beckons him over. There is a smirk on Gerard's face and Frank obeys because he's not supposed to know any better. When he gets close, Gerard pulls him down by the rosary for a kiss, but he barely touches Frank's lips before he's spinning Frank around with both hands on Frank's hips. Gerard pulls him swiftly over his lap. His cock feels hot and solid against Frank's ass and he shifts around until it slides perfectly in between his cheeks, rolling his hips so he massages Gerard's member, making the older man moan lowly.

Soon, though, Gerard grasps Frank's hips and lifts them up and, when he lines his cock up, Frank lets himself sink on it fast. It hurts but it's that good pain that Frank wants to feel, because Gerard is inside him again and about to please him in the most intimate way possible.

\"Oh please, Father, help me. Make me feel special.\" He doesn't do or say anything else, but lets Gerard's hands guide him up and down on Gerard's lap until they've got a new rhythm going and Gerard spreads one palm over Frank's chest. Frank leans back until he hits Gerard's front and brings his arms back to bury his hands in Gerard's hair. Frank barely releases a sound while Gerard is obvious with the curses and yells of Frank's name.

Frank's knees give out at one point and he caves forward, pulling Gerard out from his ass and collapsing on the wooden floor on his hands and knees. He stays in that position and just pants. Gerard is fast to move, though, always in charge and kneels behind Frank, grabbing his hips, spreading his cheeks and sliding his dick inside.

\"Take it easy, Frank,\" Gerard says sweetly, caressing the skin on Frank's back and ass. He moves in long and slow movements, patiently paced so Frank can rest, leaning forward and lying on Frank's back, placing kisses on his shoulderblades and neck. Frank is trying to even his breath out and he thanks Gerard with a wordless moan for taking this small break and fucking him gently, because Frank's actually tired and not ready yet for the ending. They've already been at it for at least an hour, but Frank can never get enough of his priest. <\/i>

When he finally feels ready, the rosary hanging from his neck and dangling over the floor, Frank decides on teasing Gerard and crawls away from him so Gerard's cock slides out. Frank doesn't stop until he's up and standing by their chest of drawers. There's a huge mirror on it, stuck to the white wall, and Frank checks his reflection for a brief moment. His chest is so flushed and this shade that also covers his cheeks resembles the virgin boy he once was. He starts jacking his dick again, though, teasing Gerard and giving him another show, and he doesn't stop until he can hear an impatient sound. Frank smirks to himself.

\"Stop teasing me. You know better than that,\" Gerard warns him with a snarl. Suddenly, he's behind Frank and bends him over, slapping his ass so Frank learns his lesson. Gerard is in charge here and he won't let Frank forget that for a second, but Frank is smirking even wider. He knows he would get Gerard by doing this.

\"Forgive me, Father,\" Frank mumbles, leaning forward even more and laying his arms across the chest of drawers, pushing his body back against Gerard's. The older man slaps Frank's ass again, punishing him, pleasing him, and Frank moans out loud.

He keeps moaning as Gerard slips his hard cock up Frank's crack. Frank can see it all in the mirror; Gerard's face half buried behind his head, one of Gerard's hands under the rosary and over Frank's nipple. Gerard toys with it, but Frank can also feel Gerard's tip pressing at his hole again. Gerard suddenly abandons all kindness and pushes in all the way, fast and not teasing. He fucks Frank right there, quick and unforgiving, the younger man bucking his spine with every thrust that hits his prostate and brings that clench to his insides. Frank knows he's close.

\"Fuck, fuck, fuck,\" he chants in a low voice, getting up from his bent position and looking at their reflection in the mirror. Gerard looks so determined, looking down at his cock that slides in and out of Frank so perfectly, reaching every spot that makes Frank sigh and moan and lose track of what's really happening.

\"Look at me,\" Frank hears and he opens his eyes, not really knowing when he actually closed them, but he obeys. He looks up and finds Gerard's gaze in the mirror. Gerard brings a hand to Frank's chin and keeps it up, forcing him to look at them as Gerard fucks him from behind. He looks so fucking hot with the collar and it's very arousing to see the expression on Gerard's face as he focuses so hard on fucking Frank, pleasing them both. And to see how the rosary beats against Frank's chest in their frantic rhythm.

\"You're so gorgeous,\" Frank says with a sigh, not wanting to let this moment pass without telling Gerard what he really thinks of him. \"And so hot with that collar around your neck.\"

Gerard moans this time and his movements falter slightly, so Frank doesn't even stop him when he reaches out for Frank's cock. Gerard jerks him off and fucks Frank and they just moan, no words needed. They were blessed with a perfect connection between their bodies and souls, pleasing each other in every single moment.

Frank is the first to come and he lets his eyes fall shut for a minute, as Gerard's hand moves on his dick so skillfully and finishes him off. He comes with a shiver, his whole body trembling with the clench in his stomach and balls, pushing back against Gerard. He regains his composure quickly, though, not wanting to miss anything else. And he's just in time, because Gerard moves his hand to Frank's nipple and squeezes it, toys it around, as his hips waver and he shakes against Frank. Gerard's eyes never leave Frank's through the mirror and Frank loves this moment, getting to watch Gerard letting go as he comes. It's perfect.

\"Fuck, Frank, fuck yeah,\" Gerard moans right at the end, his body collapsing and his face contorting in this pleasure. \"You're mine now. And I'm never, never <\/i>letting you go.\"

Frank moans at his words, but he can't reply properly because Gerard is kissing Frank's shoulders and playing with his nipples, Gerard's cock still inside Frank's ass. They stay there panting, Frank grinning down at the rosary on his chest, glistening with his sweat, at the end of another of their wonderful nights.


Later on, they're sitting down on the floor, both completely naked with Gerard's black clothes left in a pile because he felt too hot. Frank still has the rosary around his neck and he's playing with the clerical collar in his hands, feeling the object that fed their exhaustion tonight.

They're sitting with their backs against the window seat, smoking in peace. It's a ritual of theirs, sharing a cigarette after sex. It relaxes them every time. The smoke in Frank's lungs burns stronger than any other time he's done this, probably from the intense night they just had, but he inhales deeply and mutters, \"Fuck, I feel so fucking great.\"

\"I love your sex drive,\" Gerard says in response, taking a drag when Frank holds the cigarette out in his direction. When he exhales the smoke, he adds, \"I feel so fucking amazing right now.\"

\"Because you always know what to do to me, okay?\" Frank says with a giggle, fumbling the white garment with both hands. \"And you know just when to use my fetish over this collar against me.\"

Gerard laughs. \"I just love making you happy,\" he replies, taking a long drag with Frank watching his face this time. He looks so good with the remnants of sweat on his forehead and mouth, and that satisfied expression that always comes to him after sex. Frank is happy about that, actually.

\"Happy and sweaty,\" Frank adds, laughing too. Gerard leans to the side to press a kiss to Frank's temple. Frank moves his face so he can kiss Gerard's mouth instead, sweetly, just a touch of their lips in their post coital bliss. Afterwards, they just sit back and share another smoke as the moonlight fills the sky outside the open window.

~the end.<\/b>
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\"Against the Works of the Flesh!<\/b>
by happilyappled<\/i> for <\/a>bandombigbang<\/b><\/a><\/span>

Masterpost on LJ.<\/a>
(including massive Author's Notes.)

Full story at AO3.<\/a>
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FANMIX: Untitled<\/i> by <\/a>eflorentino<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>
Download at Mediafire.<\/a>

Tracklisting:
01. Stranger In A Strange Land<\/i> - 30 Seconds To Mars
02. Blessed With A Curse<\/i> - Bring Me The Horizon
03. The Shake (Awful Feeling)<\/i> - My American Heart
04. Playing God<\/i> - Paramore
05. Up All Night<\/i> - Blink 182
06. Revelations<\/i> - Iron Maiden
07. Ask<\/i> - The Smiths
08. The Scientist<\/i> - Coldplay
09. The Pretender<\/i> - Foo Fighters
10. Can't Stop<\/i> - Maroon 5
11. Mary-Christ<\/i> - Sonic Youth
12. Catholic Knees<\/i> - Taking Back Sunday
13. The Secret Goldfish<\/i> - Pencey Prep
14. Son Of A Gun<\/i> - Bruce Dickinson
15. Bright Lights<\/i> - Placebo

This mix is fabulous. And while I rarely pay attention to mixes, it was really exciting to listen to this one. Not only it had some of my favorite songs, it also suits the feelings that I put into my story. This portrays the feelings and thoughts explained in this story in a gorgeous way and I couldn't be happier about it! Thank you so much for making such a wonderful mix! <3
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FANART: Untitled<\/i> by <\/a>sparklefap<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b>




Honestly, I think <\/a>sparklefap<\/b><\/a><\/span> made a wonderful job! This piece is simple but SO CUTE and pretty as well. I cannot complain about this. I love it, particularly their facial expressions and how they're close but Frank is trying to move away because it's AWKWARD to feel like that. It's awesome! Thank you so much for taking the time with my story! <3
<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:happilyappled:37982","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/37982.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=37982"}}],"title":"BBB Fic \"Against the Works of the Flesh\" MASTERPOST","published":"2012-06-18T23:25:00Z","updated":"2012-06-30T01:22:08Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"gerard way"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"bigbang:bandom"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"frank iero"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"priest!gerard"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"bandom"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fanfiction"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"my chemical romance"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> \"Against the Works of the Flesh\"
Author:<\/b> <\/a>happilyappled<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Band\/Pairings:<\/b> MCR - Frank\/Gerard
Word count:<\/b> ~63k
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Warnings:<\/b> MM sex, opinions on religion, monologues; also slight homophobic behavior from minor characters.

Summary:<\/b> Frank Iero is the gay teenager who, after coming out to his Catholic family, faces trouble in finding himself and fitting in. He will find himself, though, through Father Way.


Author's Notes:<\/b>
<\/a>kuriositet<\/b><\/a><\/span> is the most wonderful person in the world.<\/i> A rather talented writer yourself and a spectacular beta, you worked on this story with a fierce passion and I THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart. You had to tear the rough draft to pieces, and made me feel like a really bad writer a few times, but it was definitely worth it. I am SO PROUD of this story from the way I worked on it so fucking hard for MONTHS and in the end, you used your magical powers to make it all better. There is no better feeling in the world than being appreciated to the point that others want our stories to be much more perfect than the way we built them. Therefore, I praise you for the amazing job! Thank you so much, bb, I'll love you forever \u2665\u2665\u2665<\/blockquote>
<\/a>fierda<\/b><\/a><\/span> is the fastest beta I have ever met.<\/i> THANK YOU for your wonderful job and for being available to do this for me in such short notice. You're absolutely outstanding and you've been there for me for so long. It's crazy, but I'm happy to be your friend and to have you over there, in the other half of the world, correcting my biggest mistakes and helping me grow up as a writer. Thank you, hun, I love you very much \u2665\u2665<\/blockquote>
And also, a huge THANK YOU to Megan,<\/a> Muranda<\/a> and Lauryn<\/a>. You have supported me and listened to my flailing all along and you never got tired of it. And you were there with me when I got my \"Art and Mix\" e-mail from the mods and I am so glad you were, because otherwise I wouldn't have been able to SLEEP with all that excitement in my heart. I have a lot of gratitude to express towards you, for the massive enthusiasm and all the kind words. I love y'all \u2665<\/blockquote>

And finally, a major shoutout to the <\/a>bandombigbang<\/b><\/a><\/span> Mods. This is my first experience with BBB and I feel very blessed. I worked my ass off and in the end, the way your worked hard as well to put this into motion, and to grant us all a good experience with BBB 2012, has made everything even more exciting. Thank you for keeping BBB alive this year! <3 <\/a>

This story discusses religious themes and mostly everything was thoroughly researched here,<\/a> here,<\/a> here<\/a> and here.<\/a>


Full story at AO3.<\/a>
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Bonus Materials:<\/b>
Fanart:<\/b>
One piece<\/a> by <\/a>sparklefap<\/b><\/a><\/span>

Fanmix(es):<\/b>
One Mix<\/a> by <\/a>eflorentino<\/b><\/a><\/span>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:happilyappled:37802","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/37802.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=37802"}}],"title":"Fic: \"No Chub, No Fun\"","published":"2012-05-18T02:35:05Z","updated":"2012-05-18T02:52:02Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"gerard way"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"frank iero"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fanfiction"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"my chemical romance"}}],"content":"Title: <\/b> No Chub, No Fun
Pairing: <\/b> chubby!Frank x chubby!Gerard
Summary: <\/b> Frank has been playing Leathermouth shows for over five years, but nobody has ever angered him like that chubby photographer.

Author's Notes: <\/b> Gerard is 23 years old and is a student in art school. Frank is 28 years old. In their world, My Chemical Romance never existed, but Leathermouth does, yeah. They have been a band for a long time and they're quite successful, nationwide.
WARNING: abuse of the expression 'fucking'<\/i> and probably dick.
This story goes out to Megan, because she wanted chubby!Frank fic. And also for Lauryn and Muranda, because they were very enthusiastic about this. I love you, gurls <3<\/i>


\"No Chub, No Fun\"<\/u>
by happilyappled<\/i><\/center>

~4,900 words.<\/i>

Frank has been playing Leathermouth shows for over five years, but nobody has ever angered him like that motherfucking photographer. He's been at every show of this tour leg, as the band plays the local clubs where they first started, and he's always wearing his backstage pass. It reads PRESS in bold, red letters, and they shine under the stage lights, and so does the lens of the guy's huge camera.

The flash goes off again and Frank shouts the words of this song into the mic, falling on his back, trashing around, trying every disgusting movement he can think of. There is nothing in him to photograph, so Frank stays down on the floor and screams his angry lyrics, enjoying the brutal beat of the song he wrote and hopefully giving the audience a good time. They shout along with him; they shout the words back at Frank to every song and he pays them back by being the best, ugliest frontman he can be.

By the final song, the Motherfucking Photographer is still standing there, at the front, not even avoiding the blows to his head by the crazed audience behind him. Frank adverts his eyes, closes them, focuses on looking at this wonderful, tight crowd, but every time the flash hits, he's pulled in the guy's direction. He flips the camera off and once again there's a flash, and Frank screams the last words of the last song, and then the music stops abruptly, and the crowd goes fucking mad, but this Motherfucking Photographer won't put his fucking camera down. Frank has had enough. He's going to teach this fucking asshole a lesson or two.

He barely mumbles a thank you and flees from the stage, running to the dressing room with his fists clenched against his hips. He's fucking pissed at this Motherfucking Photographer, because he's been to every show with a PRESS backstage pass but has never interviewed the band or whomever. He's only taking pictures of whatever from the front row, never seeing anything around him except through the camera and that pisses Frank off a lot. He's been so edgy lately, anxious for the big festival they're gonna play in Europe next week, and this fucking guy won't back the fuck off.

Frank wants to confront him tonight, so he just gets a bottle of water from the dressing room and chugs it down his throat on his way to the club's backstage bathroom, where he throws the empty bottle at the mirror and goes open the tap on the sink, splashing his face. He turns it off again and breathes heavily, clenching his fists around the porcelain border, then decides to leave without checking the mirror or picking up the bottle. He stomps through the backstage hall and hisses at everyone he finds because he's in that mood. When Frank is like this, he will either punch or fuck someone, maybe both at the same time if he gets lucky, so no one he knows talks to him.

Finally, he gets to the club's main area. He can see the Motherfucking Photographer chatting to a couple of people and walks, furious, toward him. The conversation ends before Frank even gets there, so he just grabs the guy by his fucking throat and hisses in his face, \"I don't want to see your fucking face ever again.\"

What an unforgettable night. It left Frank in such a state that he forgets to feed his dogs at home, and ignores the mirror when he walks in to the bathroom, and just sheds his clothes off and takes a cold shower. The water is fucking freezing and Frank snarls at it, but fists at his hard dick and jerks off furiously. He wishes it all down the drain and stays there under the stream of water, the soap lathering his skin sliding down his huge body, and he feels fucking ugly tonight.

That Motherfucking Photographer had to ruin his night, at a full house show that was so exciting because Frank gets to sleep at home, but the guy shows up, stays behind his fucking camera and takes pictures of whatever. And it gets Frank so fucking angry, because he's nothing to photograph anymore because his stupid stomach had to get fucking sick and he had to take the fucking meds and get fucking fat. He's usually pissed about it, but he has the band and he can shout it all out through every song they play, and it's fantastic. At least, until guys like that Motherfucking Photographer come and piss Frank off and, when he's angry, he gets turned on and, after he gets off, he gets really fucking sad because he's fucking fat and alone. \"Fuck.\"

Frank hasn't seen the Motherfucking Photographer after the show, thankfully. The mood is still the same, since the band has to unwrap the night with interviews and sweaty photo shoots. He's always on the tips of his toes, snarling at everyone and mumbling inadequate answers to whatever questions, and he just wants out. Frank wants to get out, catch the fresh May breeze on his face and go to the bus, lie on his bunk and jerk off until his dick falls off. Otherwise he will implode and take it out on the interviewers.

Then, they help the crew with the equipment on stage and, as Frank helps Josh with a monitor, a flash appears in the dark. Frank takes the monitor to the van outside and, when they're back, Frank wipes the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand and another flash hits him. He turns his head in the right direction, finding the Motherfucking Photographer guy lurking behind a column. Well, Frank sees the lens of the camera and just knows it's him, but why the fuck does he have to take so many pictures? Usually Frank doesn't mind their fans, but this dude has been stalking Frank for over eight month. It's frustrating and soon Frank is fuming, and stomps toward that column.

The guy isn't there anymore, though; his camera is nowhere to be seen, but Frank is determined to find the guy's deal. He looks around and sees a foot getting out the side door, so he follows. Outside, the bright city lamps blind Frank, but he manages to see the Motherfucking Photographer, walking ahead of him, to the left of the club. Frank runs after him.

\"Hey!\" he shouts, but the guy doesn't react. Frank runs after him and feels his whole body shaking, his thighs rubbing together and his T-shirt is snugger than ever with these movements. This only makes Frank more pissed, because he was normal once and a fucking stomach bug ruined everything for him. He finally catches the guy and pulls on his arm, turning him around and backing him up against the nearest wall. \"I'm talking to you! What the fuck are you doing here? I thought I'd told you I didn't want to see you again!\"

The Motherfucking Photographer shudders a little, but he merely shrugs at Frank. Frank can feel the camera against his leg and shifts his weight a little, observing. This guy has a pretty face, kind of a feminine one, and his bright red hair glows under the city lights, and his eyes are wide and huge.
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\"I asked what the fuck are you doing here!\" Frank repeats, pulling and pushing at the guy's shoulders so he hits the wall again. The guy shows Frank his pass, still not talking, but Frank slaps it away and punches him on the side. The guy bends and emits a hmph sound of some sort. The next time Frank pulls and pushes at his body, it's with one hand still on the shoulder and the other on his side, the one Frank just punched, and the guy flinches because it must hurt. Frank loves it, though. Frank loves that he can feel a little chub there too. He's not the only one, and rubs his hand there a little until the guy flinches again and Frank looks down at his pass and remembers that he's more pissed than turned on.

\"Are you stalking me?\" he asks, punching the guy again. This time, there is a painful sound, a clear one, and Frank smiles. \"I don't even care. You piss me off so much.\"

Frank is practically snarling at the Motherfucking Photographer and bites on his lips, angrily, before turning him around and pushing him facefirst against the wall. The guy doesn't flinch; he kind of hums, but it fades when Frank punches him again, biting his bottom lip with the rush. \"You must think you're so fucking hot, coming to every show, so fucking important. Why the fuck do you take so many pictures? Is there anything you want to see?\"

The guy nods, or tries his best to, because Frank is pulling on his hair and lifting his face. \"I'm working on an art project and\u2014\"

\"So you're an artist?\" Frank growls, scoffing because that doesn't even make sense. This guy should be panting canvases like he dyes his hair, or like Frank tattoos his skin, but instead he comes to shady rock clubs to take photographs of Frank's band. The guy tries to say something, apparently, but his words come all fumbled together. Frank doesn't really care, he must admit, because feeling like he isn't the only one with a little chub turns him on a little more. He bites and licks at the guy's jawline, before snaking his tongue over the guy's lips. They taste like nothing.

\"I'm an art student,\" the Motherfucking Photographer finally replies. He keeps quiet, though, and gulps as he watches.

\"Shouldn't you be, like\u2026\" Frank hesitates, distracted by the tingles on his dick. It's springing even more to life with the guy's chub rubbing against Frank's. \"Drawing fucking superheroes in your bedroom, or something.\"

\"I'm making a collage,\" he says, gulping again. Frank feels him shifting his weight from one leg to the other, nervous or anxious or feeling nothing, but he growls and bites at the guy's neck. Frank is very hot right now and he could use the quick release. He's breathing against the guy's earlobe when a flash appears out of nowhere. Frank is caught on camera.

\"Motherfuck \u2014 argh!\" he snarls, furious, shoving the guy's face at the wall. He doesn't contain it and asks, \"What are you taking pictures of? I'm not that fucking pretty.\"

Frank punches him again and the guy bends forward, hips jumping backward and hitting Frank's crotch, and Frank's stomach shakes with it inside and out. He suddenly feels very disgusted, disgusting, because the stomach flu has vanished and Frank has finished taking his meds, and should have already stopped gaining weight. It's getting just a little too much and Frank is tired of his fucking fat.

\"Oh but you are,\" Motherfucking Photographer says, voice loud and clear, earning him another punch to the side. The surprise comes afterward, when the guy that Frank is holding against the wall and punching on the side closes his eyes and inhales with Frank's next punch. He gasps.

\"Oh! You fucking like this, oh my fucking god,\" Frank exclaims and pulls on the guy's earlobe, making him moan again. Frank is still hard from the show and the anger, so he buckles his hips up and punches him on the side once more, and slaps his ass next.

There's another flash from beneath and Frank grabs the guy's hands and takes the object. It's a nice camera and it feels heavy on Frank's hands, like Frank's dick feels in his pants, but Frank snaps a picture of the guy before he objects. Except he doesn't; he keeps pulling sexy faces and Frank keeps bucking up at them and shooting the scene once in a while.

For some reason, Frank is really into the idea of fucking this guy, smashing his pretty face for hiding behind a camera and punching on his side, excited to feel the pure adrenaline of an orgasm. Except he can't; someone calls Frank's name and he looks back at the club's door, listening to his friend who's saying that they need to go now. Frank grabs the guy's chin and brings it up, squeezing the jawbone there. He says, \"You won't get lucky tonight.\"

The guy catches Frank off guard by turning his head to kiss Frank, finding his mouth easily. Frank fights him, pulls him away, grabs at his shoulders and squeezes them away, and then Frank is empty handed and kissed out because this was a trick. He gets it when the flash hits his face and he pulls away from the kiss, seeing a grinning Motherfucking Photographer. Frank gets one fist up to his face to punch him dead-on on that fucking smile, but there's another flash. Frank hates pictures. He snarls at the guy, smacks at his camera and hisses in his face, \"You better be at the next show.\"

Frank gets home after the last show of the tour leg. Gerard is there, leaning against the wall by the front door, smoking and holding something in his other hand; it's something large. Frank rolls his eyes at the sight, although it's Gerard and they've been fucking for the past two weeks because Gerard had followed the band to fucking Europe and had photographed Frank on stage, in the dressing room and later on in his hotel room with his dick up Frank's ass. Yet every time Frank sees him after a show, he's pissed at something, either Gerard's camera or his absence or the simple thought that they have better sex just because Frank is angry. So he snarls at Gerard and asks, \"What the fuck are you doing here?\"

\"I promised you I'd show you my collage,\" Gerard replies, in his loud voice because he's always like this, excited at something. Frank just wants to fuck it out of Gerard's face, and he thinks of a plan to get it done tonight.

\"Maybe I changed my mind,\" he lies, getting his keys from the duffel bag over his shoulder and unlocking the door. Frank can see Gerard smiling at the side of his face and remembers that he's mad at Gerard because he wasn't at the show. That's the excuse tonight and he's thinking about his revenge, but he's interrupted by his dogs barking. They're four at the moment, and they're all tiny and ugly and they're all very loud, but they're the most beautiful things in Frank's life.

But Frank is pushed into the house and he gets angry, so he drops the bag on the floor and turns around to snarl at Gerard again and throw a slap across his face. Gerard grins, but Frank spins on his heels and stumps toward the kitchen, filling his dogs' bowls with food and water enough for a week, and checking that the pet door isn't blocked by anything. Then finally he clenches his hands into fists and goes find Gerard, and of course he's going to Frank's bedroom. Frank kicks at the door and it closes with a loud bang, as he snarls at Gerard yet again and grabs his collars, throwing him onto the bed.

Gerard laughs, of course; he always does because he loves these moody scenes. He loves when Frank is angry because for the past two weeks, it's been handjob after blowjob after Gerard's dick in Frank's ass, and of course Gerard is excited. Still Frank has other plans for him tonight.

Frank goes to the nightstand and grabs a pack of condoms, lube, a dildo and his pair of handcuffs. He waves them at Gerard, who is wide-eyed and looks ridiculous with his hands on his belt, but Frank grins at him because this idea pleases him. Gerard tries to get up, but Frank moves fast and lands on top of him, moving to straddle Gerard's chest and pulling on his hand as he struggles against Frank's grasp.

\"What the fuck are you doing?\" Gerard yells at Frank, but he doesn't reply. He closes one handcuff around the bars on the headboard of his bed and Gerard's wrist is next. Gerard still struggles and slaps at Frank with his free hand, but Frank won't duck; Frank's stronger than him, fatter than Gerard, and is used to beat Gerard up in bed, so Gerard stands no chance here.

Frank holds Gerard's free hand by the wrist with his left hand and uses the other to unbuckle his belt, get it off the loops of his white pants because he hasn't even changed out of his stage clothes. Then he ties Gerard's wrist with the belt, although Gerard keeps snapping his arm out of Frank's reach and using his elbow and yelling questions at Frank, but in the end Gerard is tied up on the bed using his legs to kick at Frank.

\"You're mine tonight,\" he says and Gerard finally calms down and just lies there, wrists up against the headboard. Frank climbs down from the bed and takes Gerard's boots off, his socks, his pants and his underwear, then pulls at his T-shirt so it bundles up on Gerard's neck and it looks like Gerard is naked except for a fucking scarf. Frank grins down at him and touches his dick, which is only half hard, but Frank needs it harder than that, so he works on it. Gerard forgets the curses and starts moaning, starts bucking up into Frank's fist instead of fighting it, and it's the most gorgeous handjob Frank has given in twenty eight years. He has other plans, though, so he says, \"Tonight, I'm going to fuck you.\"

Gerard stops moving and widens his eyes at Frank, because he's a fucking diva who has never let anyone touch his asshole. That's gonna change soon because he won't be able to stop Frank, and he has only the best ideas to initiate Gerard in the pleasures of taking a dick up his ass. Gerard protests, yelling, \"What the fuck, no way! No one has ever dared touching me there, and it's not gonna be you.\"

\"We'll see about that,\" Frank says over Gerard's yells, which don't stop. Gerard keeps shouting things at Frank, saying he won't let Frank do it, calling Frank a lot of dirty names, but it doesn't matter. Frank undresses himself until he's fully bare and the dry sweat from the show kind of glistens on his arms, but he doesn't bother to check. He only looks down at his dick over his stomach, fists at it and thumbs at the head. He's hard as a rock and it's the most painful he has ever felt. He gets back on the bed and straddles Gerard, who is pulling at the restraints on his wrists and bucks up to try and get Frank off of him, but Frank crawls over him and straddles his chest, snarling and ordering, \"Suck.\"

Gerard looks at him weirdly, but he takes Frank's dick in his mouth and moans around it immediately. Frank grins and gets his hands on the headboard, grabbing it as he fucks Gerard's mouth. It's fucking awesome, very hot and wet and tight, and Gerard uses a lot of tongue and a bit of teeth, but he's used to blowjobs. He's actually excellent at them. Gerard looks up at Frank and opens his lips further apart, and Frank's dick falls into his throat, and Gerard doesn't gag or anything. Frank grins.

\"You were made for cock-sucking, you fucking whore,\" he says. Gerard is the one moaning, though. Frank knows he loves sucking cock, loves the taste and the weight on his tongue and whatever else, so Frank fucks his mouth faster. Gerard loves pain and, funny enough, Frank loves giving him pain. He fucks down harder and Gerard widens his eyes, choking on Frank's dick, but it's the most wonderful thing Frank has ever felt. It's Gerard's throat gagging and closing around the head of his dick and it's fucking intense, and his stomach hurts from the pleasure and his balls squeeze from the inside, and he's close to coming. Frank pulls out.

He pulls out and crawls away from Gerard's face, watching Gerard panting and struggling with the restraints again. He adjusts his jaws and Frank grins down at him, waiting for the next yell. His dick is panging, demanding attention, but Frank waits until Gerard's eyes widen again. He doesn't yell, but he says, \"Oh shit, Frank, please don't. I hate begging, but please. I don't wanna be fucked.\"

Frank only tells him not to worry and moves toward the nightstand, getting the dildo, the lube and the condoms, and putting them on Gerard's stomach. It's flabby and fucking beautiful, and Frank loves this natural baby chub, so he leans down to mouth at it. At the same time, he gets a condom, unwraps it and rolls it down the dildo; then he licks at Gerard's navel and gets a second condom, rolling it down on Gerard's hard, big dick. It's longer than Frank's, and much prettier. Frank kisses at Gerard's pubes and lubricates his dick, and hears Gerard asking, \"I thought you were gonna fuck me?\"

\"I just did,\" Frank replies with a wide grin, because the anger is long gone and has been replaced by this anxiety to move along with his plan.

He leans forward and unfastens the belt from around Gerard's wrist, and throws it to the floor. They won't need it anymore. Frank puts the dildo in Gerard's hand and gets up, turning around and straddling Gerard's hips with his back and ass toward Gerard's face. Gerard moans and Frank feels something thin sliding up his ass. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Gerard with one finger there, then two fingers and, a few thrusts in, Gerard starts scissoring them, so the stretch is there and is amazing. He likes this, there's no way to hide it. While Gerard was made to suck dick, Frank was made to be fucked hard in his ass. Gerard is awesome at it, and soon he puts the dildo inside Frank and gets a good rhythm going. They only do this because Gerard's dick is huge and Frank needs the stretch first, but not for too long. He stops Gerard's hand and gets the dildo and all the other items, throwing them between Gerard's legs for later. Frank grins at them.

First, he lifts his ass and lets Gerard grab his dick, positioning it right. Then, Frank sinks down on it, slow, because Gerard's mushroom head is wide and stretches Frank's ass a lot, but once it's in Frank takes the rest of his dick easily. He's full with Gerard, and waits a little, so he can adjust, using this time to breathe in and enjoy the way Gerard is squeezing the flesh on Frank's ass. When Frank starts moving, he moans and Gerard moans with him. Simultaneously, Frank takes the condom off the dildo and rolls a new one down his special object, lubing it up next. He looks over his shoulder and finds Gerard with his eyes closed, because he always fucks with his eyes closed, and Frank starts moving faster and Gerard moans louder and relaxes. Then Frank mouths at two of his fingers and slides one inside Gerard's ass.

\"Motherfucker!\" Gerard protests in a shriek, bucking up and burying his dick deep in Frank's ass. It's only better, because Frank presses down and Gerard's hips fall on the bed, and Frank has an opportunity to ride him faster, still fucking Gerard with one finger. Then he adds a second finger and Gerard objects loud again, but Frank shuts him up with his ass. He knows how to control Gerard, and grins. Frank scissors his fingers and Gerard yells, \"What the fuck, Frank! Stop, you shithead!\"

He slaps at Frank's ass, but Frank loves it, of course. He moves faster, and fucks Gerard harder until his shouts of protest turn into moans. But of course, Frank still has his dildo on his other hand, so he removes his fingers and lets Gerard relax again, lets Gerard think it's all over. Frank rides fast and hard, and eventually finds his prostate, and it's good<\/i>, but his brain is focused and Frank moves on to slide the dildo up Gerard's ass. Gerard shouts.

\"Fuck you, Frank, shit,\" he yells, and keeps yelling curses and calling Frank names, and punching Frank's hip continuously. Frank never stops, though; he fucks Gerard and fucks himself, forcing the dildo in when Gerard expels it with his muscles. Frank knows he's probably hurting Gerard, but his ass around Gerard's dick should make it all better. Frank finds his own prostate again and moves the dildo unconsciously and Gerard howls into the bedroom air, bucking up and finally taking it. So Frank found Gerard's<\/i> prostate.

He slides the dildo in the same direction and Gerard gasps, panting, moaning instead of yelling. Frank got it and he stops every movement, looking over his shoulder and searching something with his fingers. When he finds it, he says, \"This isn't a dildo, Gerard.\"

He presses the button at the object's base and it vibrates, deep inside Gerard and against his spot. \"It's a vibrator.\"

\"Oh shit, oh fuck. Frank, son of a c\u2014 fuck youuu<\/i>,\" he howls again, while Frank grins at him over his shoulder. Frank restarts moving his ass up and down, fast and hard and enjoying it at last. He holds the vibrator there and cups his other hand around Gerard's balls, feeling them, squeezing them. He can hear Gerard moaning and humming and cursing, and he can feel Gerard grasping at Frank's flesh on his side as he fucks Gerard in every way. This is definitely the best sex ever.

Then, Gerard bucks up hard, and his balls swell and empty, and Frank knows. He's coming. Frank keeps moving, but starts slowing down, and he massages Gerard's balls, and he moves the vibrator in and out, dragging out the best of Gerard's orgasm. In the end, as Frank looks over his shoulder, Gerard is lying there with one hand gripping the headboard, the other on Frank's thigh. He looks blessed out and relaxed, and that is fucking beautiful.

Frank stops and pulls out, watching Gerard's dick fall limp on his stomach and removing the used condom carefully. Throwing it at the nightstand and getting the key that lies there, Frank turns around and unlocks the handcuff, freeing Gerard's wrist. It falls on the mattress. Frank kneels next to Gerard, fisting at his dick, jerking off because Gerard looks too melted to do something to it. Yet Gerard opens his eyes and finds Frank's, moving immediately. Frank is surprised to see him getting on all fours and wiggling his ass, as the object in Gerard's ass vibrates down it and falls on the bed, but Frank only steps it out of the way because Gerard is saying, \"Finish it in me.\"

\"Fucking hell,\" Frank hisses, because he can't refuse this offer. He gets a condom as quickly as he can, before Gerard changes his mind. He curses while putting the rubber on his dick, because his hands are shaking, but then it's done and Frank slides behind Gerard and buries his dick in Gerard's ass. He hisses and moans at the feeling, saying, \"What a sweet, sweet ass.\"

Gerard's ass is very<\/i> hot and tight, and Frank is taking his virginity. And it's the most achieving moment in Frank's sex life. He doesn't bother to fuck Gerard slow, because he's stretched and prepped from the vibrator, so he goes hard and fast. Gerard is moaning, so it's mission accomplished. They both moan and curse, and Frank is sweating and almost there. He notices that Gerard is jerking off and slides one hand to Gerard's front, finding a small erection and wrapping his hand around Gerard's, helping him.

This is amazing, that Gerard got hard again just from being fucked, when he was such a fucking diva about his ass and proud that nobody had ever been in there. Well, Frank is now and it's a tight feeling, hot and delicious.

Frank fucks him faster, and moans, and hears Gerard moaning, but soon he comes. He sees white when he closes his eyes in his bliss, and bends over so he can lean his forehead on Gerard's back. It's such a great feeling. His balls pull from the inside and it hurts, and it's so good. \"Fuuuck yeah.\"

He finishes jacking Gerard's dick, still buried in his ass because it's so hot, but then Gerard comes and collapses on the bed. Frank falls on top of him and his dick slides out, so Frank focuses on removing the condom, tying it and throwing it to the nightstand. He lies there, afterward, on top of Gerard's body as Gerard pants and hums and says, \"You got me, Frank, fuck.\"

Gerard doesn't move. There's a buzz in the air and Frank looks around the bed, finding the vibrator, but he turns it off and throws it at the floor. Whatever. He can take care of it later. Now he just lies there, moving so he's on the mattress, facing Gerard's side and grinning wide. He doesn't bother to speak. Frank just lies there and wraps himself around Gerard, because he's larger and fatter, but he's the most confident Frank has ever felt about his chub. He kisses Gerard's ear and sighs, because he has the gorgeous, chubby art student and photographer in his bed.

The End.<\/b>
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Untitled:
The fic from years ago that ended it all...<\/b>
by happilyappled<\/i>

For Megan and Candace. And for you.<\/i><\/center>


~2.200 words.<\/i>

I didn't recognize the place. I was on the sidewalk and there were cars passing by on the road beside me. I was walking and listening to music and, out of nowhere, with no major shriek, some car accident just happened. I couldn't tell how or why, but a car just smashed against a lamppost. I took some time to comprehend what had happened, while no one else seemed to care about the accident. There were people going by, just like me, but none of them stopped. No one even looked at it.

I made a move and walked over to the car.

There was someone in it and the person seemed to be breathing. It was definitely a man, with short, dark hair and broad shoulders. I got closer and closer. I opened the passenger door and then I saw\u2014

It was you.<\/i>

You, who had meant so much to me for years already; you. That source of energy that always left me breathless, powerless; you. It was you and I was in panic.

I called your name, twice and again, and then you opened your crystal eyes and turned to me. Your eyes, though, no longer had the magnificence I was used to. They were dark and profound, and I saw hurt and blood in them. I felt all the fear in the world. I was scared and didn't know what to do. Somehow you knew my name and you sighed it between your difficult attempts to breathe. You lungs could only be hurting you so much, but you insisted in calling me again. Then I saw the tears blurting out of your eyes down your cheeks over your lips.

I felt all the fear in the world. I felt like screaming, but nothing came out. Not even your name\u2026 I was scared and left with no words to help you. I still had my movements, but I was moving so slowly. I was trying to get you out of the car, and wished you had only minimal injuries, but your wounds proved to be too deep already. I felt all the fear again while I tried to get you out of the vehicle, as you whined in your pain. I didn\u2019t want to hurt you, but I thought that the best to do for you was to take you out of all those pieces of glass left on the seats.

I looked around to try and get some help for the both of us. I was equally injured, hurting and bleeding and crying just like you, not in pity, but in pain because of you and what I witnessed. I shouldn\u2019t be the one to save you from that nightmare; you deserved something so much better. Yet I would always save you from hurt and pain and blood, and I felt close to you when you rested your orbs onto mine. I should have never found you in such ache; it only made my heart yelp for assistance, it only made my cries turn into shouts; not my despair, but of your ache. Because it was all about you you you.

I didn't bother to look around and call for help; those people passing by would only ignore my cries and your pain. They didn't care. They didn't know. They couldn't possibly know how much we were hurting together, you in my arms like that and me so powerless as I held you. I was trying to keep you alive, but you were whimpering in pain, your throat released little terrifying sounds, and I focused only on you.

You only had me and I only had you, and I wanted to cry to so bad. There was the same fear in my heart, all the fear in the world, and I just let it go. I cried in front of you, not ashamed of what you might think of me, but scared that the salt of my tears would burn your skin or your wounds. You managed to whisper my name again, among the chokes that you were fighting and all the painful whimpers. I stared at you intensely again and the red in your eyes made me turn my gaze away. I couldn't stand the thought of you hurting; how would I ever endure the sight of seeing you so weak, powerless as you always left me?

I felt you touching my elbow faintly and again I looked at you \u2014 all my fears vanished as I lay my gaze upon yours. Your eyes were bleeding, shining in ache and in anguish. I was there for you and you could only trust me so much to stare at me. You wanted to stay alive and I never took my gaze away, appreciating your battle to live.

But then you were crying blood, red and shiny and disgusting, and there was pain all over your face. There were scars and grimaces, and the most horrifying look upon your eyes. You said my name again, and I immediately responded with a tighter grip on your body. My eyes mirrored yours, as they got flooded with new portions of salt. We stayed there in silence, staring at each other, perfectly aware that the silence is sometimes more golden than all the words in the world.

The quietness of the moment was broken then, as your voice filled my ears. You said I had been too good for you, that you had never done anything to deserve so much passion and so much adoration from me. You said that I had given up my courage only because of your eyes, that I had been selfless in my love for loving you at such a painful distance. I didn't know how you knew so many things about my feelings, but I realized you had rummaged around in my heart. You said that you would be thankful for eternity and that you would never forget me. You said you would never forget me.

You said you would never forget me.<\/i>

You eyes rolled shut silently. I waited for you to open them again; I wanted them open again, so I could read in them all those words you had whispered. You only sighed my name again, but I could only hold you tighter. I held you close, feeling your blood pulsing in your veins, under your soft already cold skin, but I needed your eyes to feel the completeness you always gave me. I buried my lips on your temple, still trying to earn another gaze from you. It could be the last one, but I just needed to stare at you again. It never came.

You started to narrow in my arms and I could only wish for the same final gaze. It never came.

So I held you for hours, your distinctive scent so noticeable in my nostrils, and I brushed my face on hair. I held you for hours and I knew it. That sigh you released next, it would be your final exhale. I knew. I knew and I never saw your eyes again, and I was aching with you until you vanished from my arms. I was crying with you.


**

There's a green forest and I'm wandering around. I'm lost. I'm alone.

I roam for a while, just admiring the view, feeling the rough skin of those trunks, hearing the leaves crashing together, tasting the sweet air the wind carried along, feeling every possible elements of a forest. I don't know where I'm going. I don\u2019t know where my feet take me, but I take a deep breath and keep going. I trust my feet in this place.

There's a little castle and I'm strolling in that direction. I'm lost. I'm alone.

The castle is made of carton, and its touch is warm and small. It's a fortress, but also a disproportional doll house. There are tall brick walls around it and I'm suddenly confined in them, without an exit. There is suddenly no escape. I am trapped.

There's a colorful garden and I roam in it. I feel welcome. I'm no longer lost.

There's a wooden door and I know, but no one answers. I have no where to go. The door won't open and there's no gate on the brick walls to escape from. And now it's staring to rain and I can't go anywhere. I sit down. I sit on the doorstep, elbows on my knees, eyes looking ahead.

The door creaks, and then the rain stops. There's a sudden crack of sunlight filling the sky, unexplained, unexplainable. The door creaks again and there's someone behind me, I can feel them. I turn around and I see\u2014

It's you again. It's you.<\/i>

I am no longer alone. You're here to fulfill every blank spot in me and to save me from any loneliness and fearness and lostness. You're here and you're smiling, and your eyes are shining as usual. I don't dare to smile back, because my smile will never be as radiant as yours is. It's you and your sweetest smile, you and your flawless face, you and your faultless persona.

You sit down next to me. You sit on the doorstep and you smile. You smile and you say my name. You say my name and I soar. I soar because you reach for my hand, trading a gaze with me. Heaven is now a place on Earth, not a place for souls to rest after the bodies die. Hell is a misleading concept, an illusion taught to us, inexistent because you exist.

I grab your hand and you smile wider. Your other hand lands on my shoulder and I close my eyes in bliss. You tell me to open them, and I do. You tell me to look at you, and I do. You tell me to embrace you, and I do. And no matter what you ask of me, I obey blindly.

So I bow onto your chest and you hug back, you hug me utterly. I feel warm, as you just whisper words, those sweet little words that we all adore, and you whisper them in my ear. This is you, your face, your eyes, and now your voice. I have everything I have ever asked for. You sit with me, hug me, speak to me, and I'm in that Heaven you carry in your eyes.

I can feel your pulse on your neck when I lay my face on it. I can feel your heart and I match mine with that beating. You're so warm, and I'm so warm against your chest. You sing to me in that sweet voice, deep and low and sincere, and I listen. I listen and I breathe.

**

I will be waiting and you<\/i> will come. You will talk to the others that will be waiting with me, and I will wait to be the last. My heart will beat as fast as it never had and my mind will be clogged like I never let it before. I will breathe easily because this will be happening. I will be meeting you and I will just have to wait. So I will.

You will come and I will soar, and the world will fade away. Everything will disappear; there will only be this blank space holding us alone. We will be alone in the emptiness because nothing will be able to sustain all the weight that you will bring with you, especially inside your matchless gaze.

I will look at you and you will look at me. I will stare at you and you will smile at me. I will shiver all over and you will speak to me.

\"Do you want an autograph?\" you will ask me and I will get so lost that I won't answer.

I will look at you and you will look at me. I will stare at you and you will smile at me. And again you will talk to me. \"Do you want to take a photo?\"

You will ask me smiling and my knees will go weak, but I will shake my head. I will try to tell you that I will want and need is nothing like what you offer me. I will only ask you for a hug. And you will smile and concede my wish, and everything will just come crashing down. Your real touch in my back and your real heart beating against my chest will be Heaven on Earth again.

I will place a soft kiss on your neck. I will feel your pulse fast under my lips, and I will embrace you. I will feel so tiny in your flawless presence and in your warm arms. I will feel at home in them. It will be so unique that I will be weak enough to cry in front of you. I will be ashamed if I cry, but I will not stop it. I will let the tears fall on your skin. I will feel you hug me tighter. I will shake with the tears and you will ask me:

\u201cWhy are you crying?\u201d

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1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current ms.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines \u2013 sentences or paragraphs \u2013 and post them as they\u2019re written.
4. Tag 7 other authors. If you would like to do this meme, consider yourself tagged!



Frank\/Gerard, Frank\/OMC - page 77 - 7 paragraphs<\/b>
My BBB-wave 1! My FIRST BBB! It's finished, and only needs a beta. Also, it's long as fuck.<\/i>


Frank adds, \"Today is Jim's birthday, so we might be open until later. Don't wait up.\"

For the first time in weeks, Gerard doesn't really care. He lies back down and thinks about getting a shower, or perhaps a tranquil bath to see if this aspirin takes its effect. For once, he doesn't want to wait up for Frank. There's no need for more disappointment in his life.

**

Frank slides both his hands under Adam's t-shirt and pulls it up over his head. Adam's skin is really pale and smooth to the touch, and Frank had loved it since the very beginning. His hands slide across it so silkily around Adam's ribs and up on his chest, everything as they make out peacefully. Tonight Frank came to Adam's alcove studio in a frenzy, thinking about it one minute and calling the younger man in the next. Adam said yes immediately.

Pulling back from the kiss, Frank gasps in a breath and speaks, in almost a whisper, \"Why did you have to go home for so long? I was a mess here without you.\"

\"My dad was very ill, Frank,\" Adam responds in a similar whispering voice, rubbing his hands up Frank's nude arms, then down his back. Frank closes his eyes, accepting the caresses and the rest of Adam's answer. \"And he's very fragile emotionally, so I had to stay through his recovery. I'm sorry I didn't warn you in advance.\"

\"What about college?\" Frank asks, pushing Adam on his shoulders until he's lying on the bed. He slides his hands over Adam's stomach, caressing, enjoying the touch while he kisses here and there on Adam's collarbones.

\"I did some work over e-mail. My teachers were aware and understanding,\" Adam replies, wrapping one hand around Frank's neck, pushing Frank's face closer and in any direction he wants. Frank lets him guide his kisses.
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Alert: no RPF allowed!<\/i>

Guess who just signed up for an original serial killer story?!<\/center>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:happilyappled:36724","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/36724.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=36724"}}],"title":"Fic: \"Stalking The Insomniacs\" [Bandom Reverse Big Bang]","published":"2012-03-12T11:57:30Z","updated":"2012-03-20T23:05:07Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"spencer smith"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"bigbang"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"patd"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"bigbang:bandomreverse"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"brendon urie"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fiction"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> Stalking The Insomniacs<\/i>
Author:<\/b> <\/a>happilyappled<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Bands (and\/or pairings):<\/b> Panic at the Disco, Brendon\/Spencer
Rating:<\/b> R
Word count:<\/b> 10,120
Warnings:<\/b> non canon (characters' ages mixed up a bit to serve the plot)

Summary:<\/b> In High School, Brendon gives everything he has to be part of the school band. He auditions for two years in a row, but doesn't get in until Spencer Smith, drummer extraordinaire, graduates and leaves the school band behind.
Despite living with that absence for the next two years, Brendon hears about Spencer's new band after he graduates himself. Then, he spends his first year in college stalking The Insomniacs to see if he can finally get Spencer's attention.

Author's notes:<\/b> Written for <\/a>bandomreversebb<\/b><\/a><\/span>, for Art #22.
THANK YOU SO MUCH! to: 1) <\/a>dr_jasley<\/b><\/a><\/span>, for getting such interesting art pieces out for the competition, and for getting me involved in Brendon-fandom; 2) <\/a>lalejandra<\/b><\/a><\/span>, for tearing my text apart and giving me so many suggestions, for helping me understand more of the people I'm trying to write here, for making me do RESEARCH on them. You were brutally amazing!; and 3) <\/a>kuriositet<\/b><\/a><\/span>, for being a good beta, a great friend and for being part of this story for me, despite not being fond of the fandom involved. I love you <3
Disclaimer:<\/b> My characters, their own looks.

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Stalking The Insomniacs<\/b><\/center>

Spencer's tongue feels heavy in Brendon's mouth. They're by the bar, making out while everybody else is moshing to the band that's playing. Brendon's never seen them before, but nothing can really compare to the weight of Spencer's body trapping his against the counter. It's heavy and hot, and his tongue is skilled enough that Brendon feels dizzy from their wild kissing, wild and vicious like the rock music coming from the stage.

It's unbelievable, especially the fact that this used to be a mere fantasy to Brendon. Yet now he's making out with Spencer \u2014 in front of people. If so, it must mean this isn't just a joke. This kissing must mean something more to him, otherwise he'd save it for a secluded space.

Brendon can't pull Spencer any closer, their bodies already pressing so close together, but he can bring one hand to Spencer's neck and squeeze it. He's tingling all over and the tilt of Spencer's hips rocking against his makes Brendon go crazy and moan into his mouth. His stomach vibrates from the intensity and his heart beats fast, because this was once a dream and is now real.

Spencer pulls away and moves his head to the side. His mouth lands on the side of Brendon's neck and moves up to just behind Brendon's ear. There's a kiss there, and a bite, and then Spencer shouts, \"Let's go somewhere else.\"

Brendon turns his head to look at his face and understand the degree of this demand, but Spencer's already pulling on his T-shirt and walking them out towards the restrooms. Brendon isn't sure what is going on, but he lets himself be guided by Spencer. He's been into Spencer for so long, but didn't even think this could be a possibility. He can't stop now, though, not even long enough to figure out what changed, what made Spencer want him like this. He can't stop to think about what might have made Spencer want him the way Brendon has always wanted him, visceral and intense. So he doesn't think of anything at all and just follows Spencer to the restrooms, trying to figure out how the next scene is going to evolve.

In the restrooms, in a stall, Spencer locks the metal door and pushes Brendon against it \u2014 hard. Brendon's back stings, but he's willing to forget it as soon as Spencer's mouth covers his again. Their tongues dance all over each other, but Brendon can't lead this pace anywhere. He lets Spencer lead him to whatever dimension he wants, because Brendon has already had his fantasy made true.

That thought alone makes Brendon feel secure enough to kiss back with fierceness. He devours the mouth smashed against his and moves his hands to Spencer's ass, squeezing, pulling him close and moaning.

Spencer's hands are on his shoulders, squeezing just as tightly until his body quivers; Brendon can feel it through his own body. They're so damn close and it's so damn intense; he can almost hear Spencer's skin vibrating and humming low with each second. His own skin bubbles with fervor, and in Brendon's mind, there's so much more than kissing going on.

When Spencer pulls back from the kiss, he stares at Brendon, then puts one hand under his chin and forces his face up. The expression on Spencer's face is one of a predator; and he looks so intensely into Brendon's eyes. Spencer pushes his hips hard against Brendon's crotch and Brendon can feel his cock, big and hard inside his pants. Spencer mouths at Brendon's neck, biting, and breathes against it like he can't stop teasing Brendon, but it's so hot and Brendon feels goddamn needy that he can't resist. He tilts his hips forward and Spencer moans loud.

\"I wanna suck you off,\" he announces, and it's Brendon's time to moan. He can't really say no, because it's a wonderful suggestion. No one has ever made Brendon this hard before. He wants to lose himself in the feeling. It's nothing new, though. He remembers wanting to lose himself in Spencer's arms years ago\u2026 but he's not sure Spencer remembers.

\"You look so fucking delicious,\" Spencer whispers. When his breath wafts over Brendon's cheek, Brendon shivers, feeling goose bumps come up his spine. Brendon is so turned on, and Spencer is the one to blame for this.

Spencer mouths at Brendon's neck, and his hands slip over Brendon's hips to the zip at the front of his pants. When they're unzipped and unbuttoned, Spencer slides one hand inside, cupping Brendon's hard cock with his huge palm and says, \"You're not just a kid anymore, Brendon, and you're gorgeous<\/i>.\"

**

Three years before\u2026<\/b><\/i>

Brendon feels very nervous about this. It's the end of the school year, his freshman year in high school, and he can't contain his anxiety. He's the last one in the hall, waiting to be called into the school auditorium. There's tryouts going on for the school band and Brendon wants in. One would think tryouts should be at the beginning of every school year, but this band works a little different. The senior members that will graduate soon want to be a part of who they choose to move on with the band. One would think tryouts should happen in September, but this band respects their senior members and wants them to have a say in the new members before they graduate.

When he first heard about it, he was curious to know what kind of work they did as a band, because most of the school bands Brendon had been exposed to hadn't been advanced in their performances or even in choosing their repertoire. This band, though, claimed to be very rock-and-roll and open-minded about music, and the guys in the band really look like they know what they're doing. Brendon had realized that at the very first show he saw them play at the homecoming dance, back in September. He had been impressed by the quality of their sound and their choice of songs \u2014 more rock and punk than the usual pop and classical. It felt so different right away that Brendon always dreamed of being a part of it.

This is his chance. He's heard about the tryouts that the band has at the end of every school year, to replace the senior students who graduate high school and therefore have to leave the band. Brendon heard they don't accept anyone below junior year and he is only going to be a sophomore next year, but it can't hurt to try. They'll probably accept Brendon's audition, at least.

When the last kid comes out and Brendon goes in, the band isn't really paying attention. They're talking to each other, probably commenting on the last candidate, so Brendon just goes down the small set of stairs and stands in front of their table.

After the introductions, when they ask for Brendon's name and year and aptitudes, he gets down to business. There are several musical instruments up on the stage and nobody told Brendon he has a specific span of time to complete his audition. Therefore, he uses his best weapons, one by one, and plays guitar, the bass, and the keyboard, and never stops singing. When there isn't anything else to give, he feels pretty confident that he finished what he had kind of prepared in his mind.

He thinks he did okay and smiles while the last note hangs in the air. When it's time to hear the band guys' opinions, though, they don't seem very impressed.

The guy who Brendon knows to be the drummer says, \"I want to give him a chance.\"

The others, however \u2014 especially the two senior guys who will be leaving the band in less than two months \u2014 say they don't want Brendon in. There's a guy with black hair and a pale face who says, \"He's just a kid. He won't bring anything to the band. I don't think so.\"

That comment made Brendon feel really small in the room, being the only freshman \u2014 the youngest of them all.

But it was only the first comment anti-Brendon based on his age. He knew all along it'd be an obstacle, since the band was formed by junior and senior students and, as far as he's heard, it's been the same way for years. He'd wanted to prove his freshmen friends wrong, but apparently they were right. He won't make it to the band just yet because he is just a kid. What he can play and sing doesn't really matter, nor that he's been in school bands before, throughout his middle school years, or that he's capable of putting up a multi-instrumental show. None of that matters because he's just a kid.

The guys dismiss Brendon afterwards and, disappointed, he leaves the auditorium. Someone calls out for him, though, as he's closing the exit door. He looks back and sees the drummer running to him, with a determined expression on his face. He stops in front of Brendon, holding the door open, and says, \"I dunno what's going on with the other guys. I'm sorry they were so rude to you about your age. I really think you kicked ass; the kids we admitted into the band didn't give half the show you just did. I loved it!\"

Brendon smiles a small grin. The drummer's face up close makes something clench in Brendon's stomach \u2014 and he's just complimented Brendon. That's something Brendon probably won't ever forget. So he replies, \"Thanks! And it's fine, I am<\/i> just a kid.\"

\"But you aced that shit on stage and you were comfortable with it. That's the attitude I'm looking for in the band, but no, all they care about is your age. It shouldn't be important. From what you played \u2014 and I think it was an original composition, wasn't it? \u2014 you deserve to get in. But I can't decide on my own, so I'm sorry. You can always try again next year,\" he says with a smile and a pat on Brendon's arm.

\"Thanks, I guess.\" Brendon can feel his cheeks flushing red, from receiving a compliment from the guy in the school band who Brendon looks up to the most. He's seen him on stage with the band and he always plays with a crazy expression over his face; he plays like he owns the drum kit and the whole stage.

\"Despite your age, you know, I think you're pretty talented.\"

\"Spencer!\" someone calls from inside the auditorium.

\"I've gotta go.\" And he goes. When Spencer<\/i> goes, Brendon realizes that he's never known his name before. He had been so focused on watching him play and daydreaming about it when it was over that he hadn't really paid attention to the emcee announcing the band guys' names.

\"Bye,\" he says, but it's barely a whisper.

Brendon is thrilled, not only by having heard the drummer's name for the first time, but also by his compliments. It didn't sound like a joke. Spencer had seemed really honest when he said Brendon was talented. He thinks Brendon is talented! That is not a bad reason to be happy and practically glued to the floor.

Only when the auditorium door closes after Spencer does Brendon comes back to himself and smile. He ends up leaving the school feeling content that day, despite not having been chosen for the band. After all, he did get complimented. By Spencer.

This is most likely the very beginning of the rest of Brendon's journey through high school.

**

In September, after a summer filled with dreams of Spencer and his words, Brendon goes back to school with a new attitude. He's confident about who he is and what he likes to do; he's confident about his group of friends and proud of his grades last year. He no longer walks with his eyes down, like he did when he was just a freshman and older guys liked to bully him. He laughs out loud and walks the halls with a new stomp in his step. This is high school, but it doesn't have to be a traumatic experience for him.

Especially because now he can nod at Spencer when they cross paths in the halls, and actually get a nod in return. Getting that from a senior student makes Brendon feel more at ease with his age and attitude, and his friends look at him kind of weirdly every time it happens. Then they decide to ask him why he's greeting a senior band guy in the halls and he shares the reason very gladly.

Aside from that, Brendon makes sure he goes to every show the band gives \u2014 there's the homecoming dance, the Halloween party and every Friday night in between. Sometimes Brendon likes to go into their practice room, where others are free to go watch them play outside the lights of the stage, and it's luscious to see Spencer in his natural habitat with his friends and their music. Brendon doesn't want to miss out on any of Spencer's expressions, whether he's playing or not.

He knows that's probably obsessive, but he can't really help it. There's a stronger clench in his stomach this year and it gets worse and worse with every time Brendon sees him playing his drums and smiling at the music he's making. He must be proud of it and he's got all the reasons to, Brendon thinks.

After all, their school band is known for its fresh attitude in the world of school bands. They stand out in a world of pop and classical music with their rock music and they're fierce while playing. They have gone to county and state competitions, but never made it really far. Brendon shares the opinion of many about how underrated they are because of their music choices. Brendon totally prefers them this way, a huge fanatic for awkward rock music as well, even though some people don't know how to appreciate their effort. Brendon knows and he feels like he'll be a fan for life. Especially Spencer's fan.

At the Christmas party, after the last week of classes before the winter break, Brendon confirms the state of his feelings towards Spencer. They are all very drunk, celebrating the beginning of winter break with a party at a junior student's house. He'd invited pretty much everyone from school and, since it would be an open-minded party where everyone would have fun, Brendon went willingly and brought his friends with him.

His friends, however, are long gone on the couch, passed out from too much alcohol in their system. Brendon has drunk his share, absolutely, but he can't miss this for anything in the world.

They're playing a very drunk and laughable truth or dare, as clich\u00e9 as it is, but they have set some sort of hierarchy. Apparently, it's the way the senior students have played it for a long time, claiming that it's better this way because they know what to expect from the next dare. They say it avoids thinking too much for an inventive dare when they're too drunk to even think properly.

In this game, the dares have some sort of order, starting with drinking and moving on to a sex, from chaste touches in the face, to a small peck of lips, to timed make-out sessions, and so on. It gets more creative from then on, but according to a senior girl, they rarely get there because they're too drunk to care to continue the game.

Right now, the bottle stops in front of Spencer. He's sitting cross-legged across from Brendon, amongst his own friends, but Brendon doesn't really care. He's having fun, laughing at what people have to do. It's hilarious how they all know what's the next dare, since they've got that order to follow, but it's still fun. It's simple too, because the only thing they have to do is spin the bottle and enjoy the game.

The girl that spun the bottle smirks at Spencer. Brendon knows she's one of Spencer's friends, but he can't really tell if he ever knew her name. And it doesn't matter. Brendon takes another sip from his beer bottle and hears her say, \"You're at heavy make-out level, right?\"

Spencer nods. That settled, it means that the girl only has to choose someone to make out with Spencer. Brendon takes a casual sip from his beer bottle, but swallows with difficulty. It's not that he wants to do it himself, because he can imagine the embarrassment that would come with it, as there is always that clench in his stomach when Spencer is involved.

The girl chooses him. Brendon swallows again. He doesn't know how random it was, but the girl's finger is pointing at him and, afterward, Spencer's eyes turn to him. Brendon doesn't really know what to do next. It's not like he has never played this kind of game before, or like he has never kissed other people before, especially when he has already drunk a few beers, but this is different. This is Spencer, and the clench in Brendon's stomach gets tighter and tighter inside him.

The scariest part is that Spencer has no idea of the turmoil going on in Brendon's gut. Adding to that, there's the reason why the girl chose him for Spencer's dare. He can't understand it, because he never let out any sign of his feelings for Spencer, so it can't be to embarrass him.

The truth, however, is that Brendon is very nervous and anxious. He has kissed people before, but not someone as good-looking as Spencer, or as talented as Spencer, or as adorable as a drunken Spencer. There is so much to love about him, like his reckless laugh and his wide smile and his shiny eyes, even the slight beard covering his face, making him look so manly and sexy. Even Spencer's clothing choice turns Brendon on every fucking time.

It's hilarious how he fell so easily for someone he doesn't really know. He's only talked to Spencer about the band \u2014 the rest, he has observed in halls and at live shows at school and has dreamed about, but that's pretty much it. Yet Brendon is head over heels with Spencer and this dare doesn't help his cause.

Spencer walks on his knees closer to Brendon, he sees when he focuses back on the present scene. He also notices how gorgeous Spencer looks, gorgeous and delicious and it's actually a small surprise for Brendon. He's clearly drunk, laughing at someone's joke even though Brendon can't really process it in his brain. He's a little drunk himself, but his mind isn't clogged by the alcohol.

It's all about Spencer.

Brendon is very much aware of this and Spencer is moving in slow motion, closer and closer, whispering something at Brendon that he can't understand. There are too many tingles on the base of Brendon's neck and inside his chest.

Then, Spencer's hand flies to Brendon's shoulder and his face leans in. Brendon can't move. He notices the slow movement of Spencer's eyelids shutting, shielding every emotion he could possibly transmit to Brendon. He inhales and, when he exhales, it's already against Spencer's lips.

They're soft, damp and warm, rubbing against Brendon's at a steady pace. Brendon's heart is still fast and unstoppable, and it doesn't get better when Spencer's lips open up and his pointy tongue flicks out. Brendon can feel it so well, because his brain is focused on his mouth and the feeling is astounding. It's everything Brendon ever wanted, ever since Spencer said he's good looking. It was inevitable.

Soon, it's not only lips on lips, or tongue on lips. Brendon's tongue comes out to play, to explore Spencer's mouth in return and fulfill this level of dares for him. It also fulfills Brendon's fantasy.

The kiss doesn't make Brendon completely satisfied, though. He feels like he's sucking Spencer's essence off of him \u2014 or, at least, the flavor of alcohol that he doesn't recognize. There's a lot of booze in the house and Brendon has only drank beer and a couple of vodka shots. This tastes very different. It's softer and fine, like Spencer had access to luxurious drinks that Brendon's never tried before. And it doesn't really matter, because he's tasting them in the best way possible: through Spencer's mouth.

He licks into it, as deep as he can and, when it's over and Spencer pulls away, Brendon's panting and craving for much more. He tries to keep his eyes open, pretending that he's not savoring that taste of alcohol and Spencer, but this is overwhelming him.

The game goes on, but Brendon doesn't really focus until the bottle points at him and he has to pay attention to his dare. He leaves the game after that, though. He can't really focus on anything else but Spencer's taste lingering on his taste buds.

**

The memory of that kiss hangs on inside Brendon's mind for a long time. He may even dream about it some nights, but it's more a thought than anything else. Brendon remembers the game, the dare and the taste, yet it feels like he might have just dreamed it all. He was drunk, after all, so maybe he passed out sooner than he thinks. Especially because Spencer only nods at him in the halls and he's a senior; why would he waste time making out with a sophomore like Brendon? It doesn't really make sense, and none of his friends know about it either, so Brendon is almost convinced that it's more wishful thinking than an actual memory.

The most intense sensation and reminiscence comes at the band's next show. It's the afternoon of their day off from classes between the end of fall term and the beginning of spring term. It's a Monday; in the morning, every class'd had instruction as to how the following term will proceed, with lists of attendance days, holidays and exams dates, while the afternoon is dedicated to performing arts: the Drama Club shares a short play with the rest of the school population, an original script from a senior student who'd graduated last year; the Math Club does a presentation and hosts a contest to show off the members' skills; the Chess Club holds a tournament.

As for the school band, the five members play for about thirty minutes. It's an awkward feeling, but by watching Spencer on stage, drumming in his crazy, fierce way, Brendon remembers everything. He can feel the mouth on his, the weight of another tongue, the taste. It drops a stone in his stomach.

The realization that it happened, Brendon hopes it doesn't make him look like a fool to anyone else. Maybe no one remembers what happened the way he does. Maybe it's not a big deal to anyone else.

Brendon shakes his head at himself to clear his thoughts. Thinking like this isn't helping him at all. Yet the memories live in the deepest of his core and he has to admit to himself that it had been a nice kiss. He remembers how it felt and it's still overwhelming to think that he made out with Spencer Smith, senior and drummer extraordinaire.

And then it hits him.

Brendon had thought it was a dream because it's his fantasy; he had wanted to kiss Spencer, but had never admitted it to anyone, not even to himself. However, the realization of how real that kiss had been makes Brendon understand: he totally is way over his head with Spencer.

He really is infatuated with him.

Shit.

**

The school year ends and with it, there is a new audition week for the band. Brendon's nervous as fuck this time because Spencer will be there with his friends, and maybe they remember Brendon; maybe they won't want Brendon again; maybe it wasn't about age but skills. Maybe he's not talented at all, or good at any of it.

He remembers having been in his classes today, completely unfocused on the teachers, what was being said or written on the white board. In his mind, he had only the band and this audition. He kept thinking about what he wants to play, an explosion of images and sounds that might come true in a few minutes. But fuck, Brendon is really nervous.

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Despite his insecurity, Brendon walks in to the amphitheater. He's shaking, but tries to walk with his head high to bring his self-esteem back up. He can do this.

In fact, he does it. He plays everything he knows \u2014 the piano, the guitar, the bass, the drums, because he does remember some things he learned from a few lessons when he was in middle school. At the time, he hadn't liked them much, but today they come in handy. He wants to impress Spencer and it actually brings a smile to his face; Brendon is very proud of that. In the end, he thinks he did well with the audition. He just has to listen to the band's opinion.

Spencer is the first to get up as soon as the last note Brendon played stops sounding around the small theater. The rest of the guys remain sitting down and kind of look at Spencer as he approaches Brendon. He gulps, because this means proximity and he's not sure how ready he is to be close to Spencer. His heart is already speeding up and that might become a problem, especially if he becomes unable to utter a single word to Spencer in case he speaks to Brendon.

Spencer pats his shoulder and turns to his band friends. He says, \"I want him in the band, guys. I wanted him last year, but the rest didn't agree because he would be in sophomore year and the band policy dictates that we only accept junior and senior students. It's been like that for a long time, I guess, but I was ready to break the rules. Anyway, he didn't play with us this year, but he'll be a junior next year and I'll be out. Jessie will be out, too, as will Cleo, and the band needs a musician. No offense, Ryan and Daryl.\"

\"None taken,\" say two of them. Brendon doesn't know them at all, except that they're part of the band until they graduate next year.

One of them continues. \"I loved his audition. I don't know about last year, but I loved what he did just now. There's definitely that x-factor somewhere in him.\"

\"Exactly.\" Spencer grins at his friend, then turns to grin at Brendon. Brendon can't grin; he just gulps past the sudden lump in his throat created by the look on Spencer's face. He looks really happy about what was just said and it having been about Brendon; it's really flattering.

\"You're in,\" Spencer says next, softening the grin into a small smile. \"Meet us tomorrow in our practice room to discuss how it'll go next year, okay?\"

Brendon nods, smiling back this time. He still can't speak, but he is in the band now.

**

It's only the next day that Brendon realizes that Spencer is finished with high school and leaving. They're in the band's practice room, this year's members and the three new students who made it through the week of auditions. But Spencer won't be in the band anymore.

That thought gets Brendon down a little, because he loves this band so much and Spencer is part of it. Having the band, being in the band, and not seeing Spencer there\u2026 Brendon thinks it will lose half the magic. He hadn't thought about that before, and it's a little depressing, but he doesn't show any weakness.

Inhaling and exhaling quietly, he focuses back on what's being said. Ryan is saying, \"The main problem we have now is that no one actually auditioned specifically for the drums. And we'll need a drummer next year, since Spencer's graduating.\"

\"Except for Brendon.\" He looks up and follows the voice echo back to its owner. Spencer had said that, which was ridiculous, because Brendon had only really played the drums for a few minutes. It was not really meant to be taken seriously; it was basically Brendon showing off. He is not a drummer.

\"It was nothing,\" he says, feeling the rush of embarrassment fill his cheeks with color. He tries looking at Spencer in the eye, but it's not something he can do at the moment. They eyes are staring back at him, so Brendon looks down at his cheekbones because it's close to the eyes and he can pretend he isn't avoiding Spencer's gaze. \"I mean, I only played a couple of sequences. It wasn't meant to be taken as my career project, or anything.\"

\"But didn't you tell us you had drum lessons in the past?\"

Brendon doesn't remember mentioning that, but maybe his mind had been too clogged with something else at the time. Like it's been clogged with Spencer every now and then, of course. \"Well, I did take lessons a few years ago, which is why I decided to show off a little for the sake of the audition,\" he confesses. It doesn't help his embarrassment, but he moves his eyes up. He can't be afraid of looking at Spencer just because he feels like a kid in love. Which maybe he actually is, but it doesn't matter. \"I just don't think I'm that good at it. Not as good as someone who only plays the drums, that is.\"

\"We can train you, like,\" Spencer says, interrupting himself. He remains quiet for some time, considering the rest of his reply. Brendon does not avert his eyes from Spencer's face, this time. It looks beautiful with the light of this spring day shining on his angles, but Brendon needs to focus on what Spencer is saying. \"If you want to play the drums for us, that is. You don't have to accept just because.\"

Brendon thinks about it for a while, but\u2026 There's just the fact that the band needs a drummer and they don't have anyone else, plus the fact that Spencer is a drummer and if it helps putting Brendon in\u2014

\"Well, I guess I'm in, then,\" he says, grinning. He interrupts himself before his mind plays any more Spencer tricks on him. It's bad enough that he's helplessly head over heels with him by now.

The grin on Spencer's face is cheerful and happy. He asks, \"Is there anything, anything at all<\/i>, that you can't do, Brendon?\"

...and Brendon flushes.

**

The next Friday brings another surprise flush to Brendon's face. He's just putting some books into his locker and taking others out, right before the last class of the day and week, when a voice says, \"I was thinking\u2014\"

Brendon jumps out of his skin in surprise, not having been expecting someone to talk to him. He is supposed to meet his friends in class, not here. So he turns around, rolling his eyes at the thought of his friends, but he finds someone else there. It's Spencer. He's looking at Brendon with a smile on his face.

At first, Brendon can't really say anything, because this has never happened before. Well, Brendon had never had anything in common with Spencer before, so now that the band is officially in both of their lives, it makes sense that Spencer is talking to him. He relaxes by shifting his weight, gulps down the awkwardness, and greets Spencer properly.

Then Spencer adds, \"You did pretty well at practice the other day, I mean, with the drums. We talked about training you, but there isn't much time left of school, so I spoke to the other guys and they don't mind that I have this offer for you.\"

\"An offer?\" Brendon questions, still surprised. He hasn't been expecting anything from Spencer, let alone an offer related to playing drums for the band. He has no idea what it can be.

\"Yes. You say you had lessons before, but that you didn't mean to be a drummer. Yet you play, so that's something. My offer is very simple.\" Spencer takes a small pause before he announces, \"How would you feel about taking more lessons?\"

\"I'm not sure my dad would pay for that, really.\"

\"With me? I could teach you some, show you my techniques. You're good what at you do, so it'll only enhance your skills. I'm sure you'll learn fast and\u2014\" Spencer pauses again. \"And you wouldn't have to pay me a thing, except for taking my place in the band full-time next year.\"

There's a big, hopeful smile on his face now. It's one hell of an offer for someone who is infatuated with the possible teacher. On top of that, Brendon can barely think with the blood panging in his brain and his heart beating in his ears. So Spencer wants to teach Brendon how to play the drums for the sake of the band? Can Brendon deny that he wants it very much and refuse the offer?

There is only one thing that is left unanswered to Brendon. \"When would these lessons take place?\"

\"During the summer,\" says Spencer, quite comfortably. He looks completely at ease with what he's offering, but Brendon can't expect anything different. He's the one who has feelings for Spencer, the one who feels awkward whenever he's around; not the opposite, as far as Brendon knows.

\"I won't be leaving for college until late August and, although I might need some time to prepare everything, it's not like giving you lessons once or twice a week will be time-consuming enough to be a bother. Also, I know the lessons won't last that long, but they should be enough. You seem to do well with a drum set, so I'd be just giving you something more to work on, and to learn from,\" he concludes, smiling.

Brendon blinks at him. He's never really wanted to be a drummer. He played it at the audition to impress Spencer, not to replace him. That is quite the job, after all. Spencer is really good at it, drums like a crazy man who knows exactly what he's doing and will do in the next minute. Brendon isn't sure he can cover for him so quickly, after only a few lessons in the past, but with Spencer's help he can hopefully learn his own technique and do a nice job.

At least, he hopes so because he's about to agree with Spencer. This isn't an opportunity he should throw away, as Brendon will have the chance to spend the summer with him. Spencer has been in his mind and dreams for a long time, so there is no way Brendon can deny himself the pleasure of spending extra time with him, even more so if he's going to learn something. Soon he will be following Spencer's steps in music, in the school band.

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Spencer looks at him almost pleadingly, as he adds, \"You're a natural musician, Brendon. You'll do perfectly.\"

Brendon blinks at him again. This is the third time in two years that Spencer has complimented him on his music skills. Brendon could either shit or die from excitement. Yet he's so astounded and unresponsive that his reply comes out in a stutter: \"T-thanks.\"

\"So you're game?\" Spencer asks, slowly, like he means to be sure about Brendon's answer. He hasn't said anything specific, really.

\"Yeah, I'm game,\" Brendon replies at last. He's going to have summer lessons with Spencer to learn how to play the drums the way he does. Maybe the information isn't settling into his brain just yet, but it will soon enough, and Brendon will show much more excitement. He is definitely looking forward to these lessons.

When Spencer grins at him, though, Brendon's heart clenches.

**

Brendon spends his summer in between his family rendezvous, spending time with his friends, either playing the usual videogames, or going out to catch a movie or something to eat, and taking lessons from Spencer. Like Brendon predicted, the excitement didn't really kick in until he went home and woke up the next morning. When he thought about the conversation between Spencer and him, it finally sunk in what was going to happen. He understood how big a deal this was, spending a few afternoons alone with Spencer. Sure, he'll be just learning how to play the drums, but considering his racing heartbeat and occasional stutter, Brendon is in for quite a long summer.

The lessons happen twice a week at Spencer's house. He has his very own drum set in the garage, a pretty awesome one that takes up a lot of space, and Brendon tries to have fun while he's learning. The first days are the most complicated ones, since Brendon feels excited and nervous and a complete love wreck<\/i> all at the same time, but he controls himself. After the first two weeks, Brendon starts going over to Spencer's house with a smile on his face and an easy feeling in his stomach.

By the middle of August, Brendon can play every song in the school band's repertoire. Maybe he's a little rusty in the attitude of his playing, according to Spencer, but that's something he will have to work on during the band practices. Spencer tells him, \"Playing in a garage is completely different from playing the real shows and you need an established attitude. Don't play because we asked you. I've seen a lot more from you when you auditioned for us, so make sure you don't look like you're just doing it because you have to. Have fun with it, please.\"

Brendon promises he will try to let loose and have the best fun with the band. Spencer grins at him, but this time his heart doesn't clench. There barely is a reaction now, because grins and kind words and compliments from Spencer have been usual the whole summer. Brendon has learned to let go of his defenses in front of Spencer and that is saying a lot about him and his infatuation.

By their last afternoon together, Spencer looks really happy with the outcome of these lessons. He says, \"You'll be a great drummer for the band, Brendon. You really are a natural musician. I mean it, it runs in your fucking veins!\"

After that exclamation, Brendon doesn't know how to react, so he lets the next moment of silence slowly drop over them. He can thank him and walk away with it, or he can reply with a joke or in a similar compliment. He can even kiss Spencer, for all he knows, but he doesn't.

Brendon chooses the simple way of thanking him for the compliment. Then he leaves the garage and doesn't look back. He doesn't take goodbyes very well. He knows Spencer is only leaving for college, but still Brendon leaves with security on his mind. He tells himself he will never see Spencer again.

**

Well, Brendon doesn't see Spencer until two years later.

He chose California because it's away from home; sure, Vegas is only a few hours away by car, but at least Brendon can free himself in college while only being visited by his parents once in a while \u2014 they have said something about visiting twice a month, and Brendon appreciates their confidence in how he can make it by himself for longer than a week. The family situation has been awkward for the past nineteen months, with his parents talking to him in charades. It didn't take him long to understand one thing: his parents are becoming more and more obnoxious, less and less connected in their marriage and Brendon wants out. Even if only for a few years, but he wants \u2014 he needs to let go, feel free, feel happy somewhere.

Life has depressed him. Well, apart from the school band.

He got to be a drummer for the whole of junior year and had a lot of fun doing it, like he had promised Spencer after the last lesson. He loves his bandmates and they still are rad on stage. Plus, for senior year, Brendon got to be the lead vocalist, since Ryan graduated and a sophomore kid auditioned for the drums and did his best with his awesome, focused skills.

That was even better for Brendon. He became sassy and started prancing around the stage like it had always belonged to him. He could sing, play guitar, play the keyboards, even play bass in some songs; he could have it all while having the best fun in the world. This band had helped him have a nice experience in high school.

On a particular late summer evening, Brendon is home alone. He's in his bedroom, lying on the bed watching a talk show on television. He likes it a lot because it always has awesome guest bands and, of course, Brendon dreams of being up on that mini-stage doing his thing \u2014 but he needs a real band for that, not a high school one.

Today, he doesn't know the band the host announced, The Insomniacs. When they start their song, Brendon hears attentively and enjoys their alternative rock, easy and entertaining enough. He can't help but notice the people in the band, though. The lead singer, who is also playing bass, is wearing tight pants and has eyeliner all over his eyes. The guitar players are dressed in matching T-shirts with the band logo and jeans with several colorful patches that look ridiculous but kind of stylish.

Brendon's foot is knocking the air to the rhythm of the bass, enjoying the kind of intricate music they play. For a second or two, the camera focuses on the drummer \u2014 Brendon has seen that face before. But the image disappears too fast.

Brendon shakes his head at himself for thinking that someone he ever knew could be on national television. However, the image of the drummer comes back later and the angle is different, closer, and he gets a better look to the face of the drummer. He climbs down the bed and kneels in front of the TV set, waiting for the drummer image to come back.

When it does, he squints hard, but it's unnecessary this time. The camera focuses even closer this time and that<\/i> is definitely Spencer. Brendon never really forgot about his \"master,\" because his lessons were great and his face was great and his everything was gorgeous. And now he's on TV!

Brendon never wanted him more than this, more than right now.

The song ends and the host greets the band members quickly, as the show is almost over. He announces that The Insomniacs won a local competition and will be signed with a small record label Brendon has heard of before, based in LA. All the band guys are grinning and it's striking the way\u2014

It's all about the way the studio lights hit Spencer's face. He looks happy. He looks gorgeous, his jawline still very defined and his eyes still wide and focused, but there's something different about him. He's thinner and his body angles are more squared, but it doesn't matter. It's him.

Brendon misses him. He needs to feel alive again and suddenly, he is very glad he chose California to go to college.

**

Brendon goes to his first show only one week after landing in Los Angeles and unpacking his things in the dorm room he was assigned to. He read every newspaper there was in the huge library, searched several keywords on Google and snooped into every online corner of the local record label; he even created a Facebook account to stalk the band account and read about any news.

He heard about this show only two days after he settled in.

At the club, there is a small crowd hanging around, waiting for the band to come on stage. Brendon made sure he was here over one hour before the show is set to start, just hanging around, getting familiar with the small club and the kind of people who came here. He tries to mingle, drinking some with help from his most precious fake ID, letting the bartender entertain him when the bar is low on people, letting anyone chat him up if they need, then he sets himself as close to the stage as he can. He wants to be up front and, judging from the position of the drum set, he might have a beautiful angle of Spencer's face \u2014 if the guitar player on that side of the stage does not impede that. Brendon wants, he needs<\/i> his own close-up on Spencer's face.

Brendon's heart speeds up when the lights go down; he can't control it. The crowd moves closer to the stage, surrounding Brendon completely, until the club is a roaring ocean of people. The band comes and everybody cheers, but Brendon stays put. He can't trust the rhythm of his heartbeat, afraid that it will stop as soon as he moves.

He focuses on Spencer instead. That's all he really needs during the entire show. This is about having come to see Spencer again, maybe get noticed if he can get that lucky, maybe even be recognized. So basically Brendon spends the entire show barely moving, barely listening; he evaluates Spencer's looks instead.

It's definitely the same person, he can see that because of the energy and the face and the beard. Brendon remembers when Spencer went to school without the beard; apparently he had lost a bet, according to what Brendon had heard at the time, but he had noticed how Spencer looked twelve years old. And he has always looked so sexy with it, because it frames his jaw really well and looks groomed and nice, so Brendon has no idea why he insisted in betting over his beard, but whatever.

At the same time, it's a different person. He's definitely thinner, even more so than it looked on TV; Brendon can perceive some of the bones through his striped shirt and on his forearms. His shoulders look more squared, like he's trying to seem taller than he actually is. There is also a rawer expression on his face, like an experienced look from an elder man. All that, though, combined with his still demented playing, makes Spencer look proud and satisfied of his current situation.

It is such a gorgeous picture of Spencer that Brendon will never forget. Click. <\/i>

**

Many shows follow after that and Brendon makes it his goal to not miss a single one. And, in fact, he doesn't, even if some nights he has to leave his college essays half-finished on his dorm desk to get ready to go out. Sometimes he takes his college friends, too; other times he doesn't, but he always, always<\/i> watches the band from up front. Some days he feels like moshing, if he had a rough week, but he's always by the stage, blinded by most of the stage lights. He does so to have his own close-up of Spencer's face and drums.

He grins throughout the entire show every single time, grins like a maniac who simply can't stop, or maybe like a teenager in love. He's proud of that, though. Every night, Brendon gets to know some of the other people who follow The Insomniacs, but they never comment on the fact that Brendon always nods at them from the front row and doesn't fucking move until the show is over and the band guys have left.

Some nights, the lead guitarist winks at Brendon because he's always on the same spot, in the perfect angle to see that perfect profile Spencer has. Brendon can never miss his own close up. Click.<\/i>

Every night he looks up at Spencer and click, click. <\/i>

Every night he picks up his cell phone and click, click, click. <\/i>


**

Tonight, Brendon is celebrating the end of his first year at college by going out with his friends. The Insomniacs are playing at a club in a close town, opening for a three-member chart-topping band, so, of course, that is where Brendon suggests they go. His friends don't mind.

According to the information online, the club is holding a \"ladies night\" tonight, apart from the three-bands gig. The \"rules\" dictate that everyone can come to the party and have fun, but the ladies can have five drinks for free. One of Brendon's friends, Chris, a very outgoing, booze-friendly person, knows one of the owners and had asked if men can go dressed in drag and get the free drinks. According to him, the man had said, \"As long as you look like a girl tonight, you get the free drinks. I don't care what's under the clothes.\"

Chris had grinned at his friends and suggested they all dressed in women's clothes for the night.

Brendon looks down at himself. Now that they're at the club, just hanging out after the three bands played, he doesn't feel very uncomfortable. He's wearing a knee-length denim skirt and thigh-high stockings that his friends chose for him when they went out shopping yesterday; and also a black and white striped blouse that apparently belongs to Chris's sister, but he has it in LA for whatever reason.

Brendon thinks he looks good, but that's probably from the four free, very alcoholic drinks he's already had. He laughs at his own thoughts and looks up at his friends.

They're by the bar, each of them enjoying the fifth free drink and talking. Brendon casually leans forward to listen to what Chris is saying when something slides against his hip. It comes with a voice, that says, \"You look new in town, baby.\"

Brendon jumps, startled. He whips around and finds himself staring at a creepy, ancient-looking man who won't give up smiling at him. He seems to be very drunk, so Brendon pushes him and takes a few steps away to keep him at bay.

He steps back and says, as calm as he can manage, \"I'm \u2014 I'm not interested.\"

He takes a couple of more steps back, keeping his gaze on the man, but he can see his friends through the corner of his eye, so he's all right. Except then he bumps into someone. He turns around.

This time, he finds himself staring at Spencer. All of a sudden, it's like it hasn't been close to three years since the last time they were this close. \"Hey, watch out!\"

\"Sorry, I'm not\u2014\" Brendon starts, but he's interrupted by Spencer's next exclamation.

\"Hey, you're the guy at the front!\" he says, with a wide smile. He punches Brendon's shoulder hard, but his tone sounds celebratory.

\"What?\" Brendon blinks at him, not really understanding what he means.

\"You've been to all of our shows lately, haven't you?\" Spencer asks, nicely. He looks so honest and beautiful right now, the way he always looked to Brendon's eyes. It's like he hasn't aged one bit, or like it hasn't been so long since he graduated and walked out of Brendon's life.

\"Y-yeah, pretty much,\" he says, nervously. He can't be sure if he wants Spencer to recognize him from those old times or not. It's exciting that Spencer likes to see him as a fan, but the rest still leaves an uncertain trace of nervousness in Brendon's core. He's the head-over-heels teenager all over again, even after two years of barely seeing him and several months stalking his band.

\"It's cool to have such a dedicated fan, you have no idea.\"

\"Yeah? Well, you guys are good \u2014 you're great<\/i>,\" Brendon stutters. The grin he shows Spencer is kind of strained, because his heart is beating as fast as it did all those years ago. Brendon can barely believe this himself. He just stares at his high school secret crush, not knowing how to react properly or what to do next.

\"You okay?\" Spencer asks, losing the grin. He steps closer to Brendon, staring back, right into his eyes. His are shining and intense. Brendon wants to be closer to Spencer, kiss him the way he still wishes he had done while they were in school, after that drunken make-out at the party before Christmas break. Now it's too late. He doesn't know what Spencer likes or what he's into, or if he is available to kiss.

\"Yes, I'm fine,\" he replies, thinking fast of something to relate this thoughtful state to. The answer comes clearly to his mind, as the ghost of a hand touches his hip and he reminds himself of the last scene at the club before Spencer came back into his life. \"Some creepy old guy freaked me out, that's all.\"

\"I can imagine why,\" Spencer says, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows. He gestures with his head towards Brendon's chest and, well, his fake bosom made of cotton and a bra.

\"Free drinks, Spencer. Don't underestimate the power free booze has on college dudes.\" Brendon grins back at him, proud of his outfit. He's with his friends in this, so there's no harm or embarrassment in showing off his choice for the night.

\"Oh my God, a fan who knows my real name!\" Spencer exclaims, sounding like he means to tell a joke. A wave of heat rushes to Brendon's face, anyway. He doesn't think much of it, but it's not because of the band that Brendon knows his name, although Spencer might think so. Whatever he thinks, though, it's not important at the moment. Brendon shrugs at himself. He's brought back to present time when Spencer hums, thoughtfully. \"You go to every show, you always stay up front, you know my name, you probably know everybody else's names... What is this, are you stalking us? Should I be worried?\"

Brendon's throat feels very dry with that question, even if it's a joke or pure rhetoric. He has been stalking Spencer and The Insomniacs, but it's not arbitrary. He doesn't want to give any kind of groupie impression. However, he tries to disguise his discomfort with a laugh, but it comes out obviously dry.

He clears his throat instead. Struggling for another type of answer, Brendon feels the perfect comeback right under his fucking tongue, but he can't make the connection between that and his brain. He's locked inside his own head, confused, uncomfortable.

When he looks at Spencer again, trying to see if he figured out Brendon's embarrassment, he is looking around. He waves at someone behind Brendon, perhaps one of his bandmates just called him and Spencer says, \"I gotta go, but\u2014\"

He seems to hesitate, but shakes his head and asks, \"You've got a name too?\"

The question makes Brendon even more nervous. If he says his real name, will Spencer recognize him? He has changed as well, got a little taller, lost some weight and his face gained a new expression due to the stress of his family situation that hasn't calmed down yet, but will Spencer recognize him? Yet if he makes up a name and lies, will he be able to live with his own lie?

He just says, \"I'm, hm, I'm Brendon. Hi.\"

\"Hello,\" Spencer says back, in a suggestive tone. He puts his hand out and Brendon shakes it politely, even though he's sweaty, but he hopes Spencer doesn't understand it's a nervous sweat. Then, Spencer pulls on his hand and leans closer to whisper in Brendon's ear, \"Nice seeing you, Brendon. I'll see you again at the next show.\"

At that, Brendon's heartbeat goes off. It's drumming to the rhythm of The Insomniacs' fastest song. He doesn't really know how he's still standing when his heart beats so fast; how is he not collapsing right in the middle of the club? He sighs and tells himself to calm down, while he turns around and his eyes follow Spencer as he joins his friends. He can't really believe Spencer talked to him like that just now. It must have been his imagination.

He notices Spencer standing next to his group of friends and looking back at Brendon. He doesn't try to look away or anything. His heart may be fast and his mind may be clogged with too many happenings in one single night, but he holds the gaze. Spencer looks at him with a funny expression all over his face, something curious yet knowing, then he raises his eyebrows high like\u2014

Like he just figured Brendon out.

**

\"I know who you are, Brendon. And I don't think it is by accident that you love our band so much,\" he says, breathlessly. His palm wraps around Brendon's hard-on, still inside his clothes, but it feels really good. It's warm and heavy and hot. It's everything Brendon wanted ever since he moved back to LA.

He still gulps, feeling hot all over, sweaty under every layer of clothing he's wearing. The air is thick and he can barely breathe, but he doesn't even struggle. He just lets Spencer control him and the moment; he lets Spencer take care of his body and mind. He won't deny that he feels so good by letting loose at last.

\"I think you love stalking me. I bet you dreamed about this a lot before, some groping, kissing, some very hot sex, hm? It sounds delicious right now,\" Spencer concludes. He mouths and bites at Brendon's earlobe, harsh like he means to bruise. He probably will.

It's the tension that clogs Brendon's mind, this time. Spencer rubs his front against Brendon's thigh, moves his hand over Brendon's shaft and he can't hold on for much longer. His head is going to collapse, his heart is going to jump out of his fucking chest and he will be found in this stall as a violated corpse \u2014 violated by his own eagerness.

\"Spencer, please,\" he begs, slowly. His voice is deep, hoarse, coated in heat and anxiety.

Spencer moans in his ear, before biting its lobe in a secret movement. Brendon helps him pull his pants down and get Brendon's cock out. Brendon can barely look down, with his body pushed against the stall door like this, but he catches a glimpse of his hard cock, the purple-red head, the leaking tip. It only intensifies what he feels. He moans.

\"I think you're gonna\u2014\"

Before letting him say anything else, Brendon leans forward in a swift effort and kisses Spencer's mouth. It's right there, not expecting that, so Brendon catches it easily. It's still soft and hot, but Spencer deepens the kiss in an incredible way. Brendon can feel his tongue poking out, opening his lips, darting inside and licking crazily. It's driving him mad, that's the absolute truth and Brendon wants more, more, so much more<\/i>.

He pulls back. \"What? What is it?\" he dares Spencer. He wants Spencer to finish what he was starting to say.

\"I think you're gonna love what I'm about to do to you,\" he says, in one breath. It tickles Brendon's ear and flies down over his neck and spine. It leaves a stir on his skin, like it's burning hot and frenzied. \"I hope it's not too late for you.\"

\"No, it's not,\" Brendon hurries to say. He doesn't want Spencer to think that he's made it all this way, all these years just to get Spencer to fuck him. It's so much more than that, but hopefully he will have a long time to explain that to Spencer. He wants it so bad. \"You're just in time, Spencer. Fuck, fuuuck<\/i>.\"

He drags the last vowel while Spencer pulls his pants and underwear down. Brendon looks down and sees him on his knees on the dirty floor, looking hot, so desirable, really everything Brendon has ever loved and wanted. Suddenly, his mind is all about click, click, click<\/i>. It's fucking incomprehensible.

Then Spencer leans forward, moves closer; he brings his hands behind Brendon grasps at Brendon's ass, placing a kiss below his navel. Click.<\/i> Brendon is left moaning and shivering with all his want and he tilts his hips forward so that his cock grazes Spencer's chin. He smiles, looks up at Brendon and opens up his mouth, guiding Brendon's cock inside. Click.<\/i> Brendon has to close his eyes.

He doesn't really have enough strength to keep his eyes open, the same way his mind is too damn clogged with these feelings to describe or even rationalize what happens next.

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Where you can be and do what others tend to criticize.<\/i><\/center>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:happilyappled:35526","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/35526.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=35526"}}],"title":"\"Through These Years\" MASTER POST","published":"2011-12-20T14:22:19Z","updated":"2011-12-20T14:35:42Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"bigbang"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"bigbang:christmas"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> Through These Years
Author:<\/b> <\/a>happilyappled<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Artist:<\/b> <\/a>chibifukurou<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Fandom:<\/b> Bandom - My Chemical Romance
Word Count:<\/b> over 9k.
Rating:<\/b> NC17
Characters\/Pairing:<\/b> Frank Iero\/Gerard Way
Disclaimer:<\/b> My characters, their own looks.
Warnings:<\/b> character death, mild angst, heart diseases; mentions Vietnam but not in detail. There's an alternative ending.

Summary:<\/b> Frank and Gerard started as friends, then became lovers and, through these years, they've known each other like no one else. In the end, there will be much more than love between them. However, only one of them will live long enough to realize that.

Author's Notes:<\/b>
1) Story for <\/a>christmasbang<\/b><\/a><\/span>!
2) Many, many thanks to my beta, the one and only <\/a>kuriositet<\/b><\/a><\/span>, for her wonderful work, always careful and attentive to all kinds of details; you're always amazing. Thank you!
3) Many thanks to <\/a>chibifukurou<\/b><\/a><\/span> for making an art piece so quickly! And also for collaborating with me, and choosing my summary in the first place. I'd never seen your art before, but I've enjoyed it.

Art master post.<\/a>
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Characters:<\/b> MCR: Frank\/Gerard; Michael Pedicone

Summary:<\/b> Frank and Gerard started as friends, then became lovers and, through these years, they've known each other like no one else. In the end, there will be much more than love between them. However, only one of them will live long enough to realize that.
Warnings:<\/b> character death, mild angst, heart diseases; mentions Vietnam but not in detail.


Author's Notes:<\/b>
1) Story for <\/a>christmasbang<\/b><\/a><\/span>! Thank you mods for the opportunity.
2) THANK YOU <\/a>kuriositet<\/b><\/a><\/span> for betaing.
3) THANK YOU <\/a>chibifukurou<\/b><\/a><\/span> for doing art for me.
4) This story was inspired by The Years of Arc<\/i>, an old story a friend sent me over e-mail. Only the main structure of both stories is similar, though.
5) There's an alternate ending linked at the end of the story. Read it at your own risk.

Through These Years<\/b>
by happilyappled<\/i>


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Art by <\/a>chibifukurou<\/b><\/a><\/span><\/center>

20 December 1967.<\/i>

Frank's running as fast as he can. His legs are short and his breathing is labored, but he's still trying his best. He wants to get there as soon as possible. Usually the mailman is the first one to knock on the Ways' house, then Frank comes right after, sometimes the mailman hasn't even left their porch. Today, though, Frank's running late.

He got sick just a few days ago, but nothing he isn't used to. Every year, November brings the cold and a cough to Frank's lungs. It's mathematic. Sometimes it goes away in a few days and doesn't return until January; other years - like this one - it just stays and bothers Frank until he's out of patience to stay in bed.

The persistence that his cough has had this year might be related to how Frank's been running to the Ways' house every morning, running because tomorrow it might be too late. He goes there to see if the mailman brings any telegram from his best friend, Gerard Way. They went to school together once, then Gerard turned eighteen and was forced to join the Army. Every eighteen-year-old male has to join the Army, with that war going on on the other side of the planet.

Today, the mailman is just leaving, rushed. \"Hello, son! It's your lucky day,\" he says. Frank waves him off with one hand and runs up to the Ways porch.

The door is open and Frank invites himself in. In the foyer, there's Mama<\/i> Way with tears in her eyes and something in her hands. It's white and looks like paper, so Frank is hopeful that it's something from Gerard.

Little Mikeyway<\/i> is by her side, jumping around her and exclaiming, \"Gee wrote! Gee wrote!\" Frank feels sorry for this kid. He's only six years old and has to deal with his brother's absence already. It must be so heartbreaking for him, as it is for Frank - and Frank is seventeen! He still smiles at the simplicity of Mikey's enthusiasm at having finally received something from Vietnam, from Gerard<\/i>.

\"Good morning, mama<\/i>,\" Frank greets, courteously and bows in front of Mama<\/i> Way. The friendly nicknames are very common in between the Way and the Iero families. They do live in a small town and are very close to each other, and Frank has always been forbidden of calling Gerard and Mikey\u2019s mother by her name or \"Mrs. Way\". Mama<\/i> is personal.

Mikey giggles and she follows, smiling fondly at Frank before stating, \"I don't think I can read this.\"

Last year, fresh in his eighteens, Gerard was taken to do the Army Tests. He passed and was immediately recruited to join the forces. It took a year in training camp before he could actually leave the country and the letters were frequent for those twelve months; the camp was right in New York, so writing was easier. Now, Gerard's fighting with more troops in Vietnam and Frank is left running every day to his house and waiting for any news. Gerard\u2019s family is, too.

It's been six months since they last heard from Gerard, so this is certainly important for them. At the same time, it's scary, because no one has any idea what this telegram's about. Mama<\/i> Way's holding it securely in her fists and rubs two papers together; so there's two telegrams? Frank's just eager to open them and read what they say, so he says, encouraging, \"It must be good news, mama<\/i>, if the mailman was allowed to deliver it.\"

\"Gee wrote! Gee wrote!\" Mikey keeps yelling around his mother's legs. He sounds so excited that it's killing Frank's nerves, deeply.
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Mama<\/i> Way smiles and nods, shifting the papers in her hands again and flicking them towards Frank. She says, \"Could you open these, please? I'm too nervous.\"

\"Of course.\" Frank speaks fast because he feels ready to open the telegrams. At the same time, though, he feels terrified. He has no idea what they say, but they're both from Gerard, so it means he's still out there somewhere thinking of them. At least, there's hope that Gerard's thinking about his family and about Frank.

He finally tears the telegram open, not exactly carefully, but still trying to not rip it in pieces. That's when Frank notices that his hands are shaking very hard. It's all the emotions building up, not having seen Gerard or heard from him in so long. It's been killing him every day, coming up to the Ways' house to find an empty mailbox and dealing with his mother's concern about his jogging every morning, out in the cold, when his lungs complain so much. Frank doesn't mind, though; he does it for Gerard and he loves that.

The first telegram, dated from five months ago, reads:
I have arrived.<\/i> STOP. It's chaotic.<\/i> STOP. I love you all.<\/i> STOP. Wish I was home.<\/i> STOP.

The second telegram, from three months ago, reads:
3 months.<\/i> STOP. I'm scared.<\/i> STOP. I miss Mikey so much.<\/i> STOP. Miss you all.<\/i> STOP. Wish I was home.<\/i> STOP.

Frank reads them to himself, then out loud, trying to make the information sink in rather than complain about how short they are. It's true that they're telegrams and not really supposed to be long, but still; Frank expected more. Or maybe he just wanted more but couldn't get what he wanted. Sometimes the world did work against Frank's will.

Mama<\/i> Way cries the whole time. Not having Gerard under her wings has always made her so worried, and Frank is aware of that. He manages to hug her, when he's finished with the letters.

Little Mikeyway<\/i> is still jumping around, chanting, \"Gee wrote! Gee wrote!\"

**

21 December 1970. <\/i>

Tonight, Frank has the radio on to hear the news. It's almost time for another news block. He hates that he likes to wait for it, though, but this station always says the names of the soldiers who die in combat that same day. It dedicates several minutes many times a day to inform the country about those names and, apparently, honor the men who died in Vietnam. Frank's always terrified that he's going to hear Gerard's name, but he can't stop himself from listening.

It's necessary, because every day that he doesn't hear Way, Gerard<\/i> on the news block, it means that Gerard might write another telegram soon and tell them how scared he is of everything. Those telegrams are always short, especially short on information, but it's good to know that the words come from Gerard's mind. It's strangely comforting. Gerard's still out there, after all, how can that not<\/i> be comforting for the family?

Frank's lost in his readings of Gerard's past telegrams when the signal comes. It's time for another news block. First, the newscasters inform their listeners about the attacks and retreats and possible war strategies that the troops use on the other side of the world, in a place Frank has only seen on a map. Then the time comes when the one man and the one woman take turns reading the soldiers' names.

They always do it alphabetically, spreading it out over the day, so it's only at night that Frank cares to worry about the names being announced. He holds his breath when they start on the V. Gerard's name might be revealed soon. For some reason, Frank's heart beats faster than usual today; he can't quite put his finger on the reason why, though. He just listens.

\"Vaughn comma Keith. Vig comma Fredrick. Vorley comma David. Waller comma Jeffrey. Ward comma Raymond. Way-\"<\/i>

Frank inhales sharply. This is it. In a frame of second, Gerard's on the line.

\"comma Francis. Wells comma Seymour\u2026\"<\/i>

Frank exhales, relieved. It isn't time yet, so he leaves the radio on and focuses on getting paper and pen to write a Christmas letter. He's running to his father's office to get paper and a pen, then back to his bedroom. Tomorrow, the Army will accept families' letters to send to their soldiers, rather than just short telegrams. The letters can't have more than a hundred words, though, or won't be sent. The reason for that rule, Frank isn't aware of it, but he sits back down and writes this letter with confidence. He wants Gerard to know that everybody's thinking of him and missing him.

\"Dear Gerard,
we miss you so much. Youve been away for too long and our hearts have been broken ever since. Your mother cant stop her tears every time no telegram comes and every time a telegram does come and I read it to her. Little Mikey keeps running around the house whenever we get-\"

Frank stops. That information about Mama<\/i> Way will only depress Gerard, so he starts over.

\"Dear Gee,
we miss you every day. I still run to your house every morning to see if theres a telegram from you. Im still sick about that, but it doesnt get worse, so dont worry. Mama<\/i> Way cries for you and thinks we miss it, but shes alright, just worried. Mikey is still himself, a happy child, who jumps around when theres a telegram. Mom and Dad send love. Me, I got refused as a recruit. The Army has access to my medical records and saw family's history and my own sickly past. They refused me. I can never be with you and fight this war, Im sorry. I'll love you from home. Wish you were home.\"

It exceeds the Army's word count limit and it's not that good of a letter. Frank huffs and starts over. After at least five different tries, Frank thinks he's got it right. He reads it to himself:

\"Dear G,
merry Christmas. Your mother tried to write a letter, but cried the whole time. She says she loves you, though. I helped Mikey write his own, he was so amazing. As for myself, got the Army's reply and will not become a recruit. I was in my best condition but they have access to medical records, so I cannot join you, even though I'm old enough. I wanted to, but they forbid people who are 'under sickness risk'. I'm sorry we can't be together. I love you. And I miss you very much. Wish you were home.
Love, Frank Iero.\"

It's not something terrific or absolutely impeccable, but it shall be enough. He tells Gerard about the news from his own Army Tests, which he took two years ago and last year and this year, but always got refused. His medical record is filled with disease, Frank's perfectly aware of it, from all the viruses he incubated when he was young, and all the flus, and all the history of high blood pressure and heart attacks in his family.

He doesn't really want to go to war, of course not, he despises it and awaits the moment when the war sends Way, Gerard back to his family and to Frank himself. They're best friends, have been for a long time, ever since that day when Frank was ten years old and saved Gerard from being run over by a truck by riding his bike directly in front of him. That day marked the beginning of a beautiful friendship that hasn't ended yet, and it's been ten years now.

Frank wants Gerard back, but if he had to join the Army in order to be with him and take care of him, his fears and his mind while fighting this war, Frank would do it. He would sacrifice everything to be with Gerard and help him in everything he needed. That's the value of friendship for Frank and he preaches in its favor, rather than in favor of the war.

After being rejected, though, Frank can only keep writing telegrams to Gerard and reading the telegrams he gets from Gerard, even three or six months after they were sent. What matters is that Frank reads them and shares them with the Ways, leaving Mama<\/i> Way still crying and Mikey still chanting around the room.

Today, though, with Christmas almost here, Frank writes a letter, writes the address he was given by the Army and seals the envelope. All he has to do now is wait for Gerard to get it.

---

Dear Sir, we're sorry to communicate that we will not be able to send your letter. It exceeds the one hundred words limit by two<\/u> words.<\/i>

**

22 December 1980. <\/i>

At the age of thirty, Frank thinks his life is pretty much perfect. He has a job, a place to live in, a human shelter for every difficult moment and a living wish. There are only smiles and hope and vision in Frank's mind as he lives every day into the future. For once, he's not scared of what's to come, like he was in the past, when his best friend Gerard went to war and one day there was a telegram and the next he was MIA. Or when Gerard came back home wounded and not wanting to see Frank for whatever reason \u2013 Frank refused to hear what it was later, because he'd gladly forget those days of a horrid living. At the moment, that is all part of the past and details that Frank is willing to forgive and forget.

He's content enough to look forward to the future, now. He sleeps next to Gerard every night and wakes up to Gerard's gorgeous face every morning, not as friends anymore, the best part being the fact that they share the same routine and the same happiness. The awesome thing about doing it and feeling it and sharing it with Gerard is that it's his adolescent love that has lasted. And together they are free and pleased and thankful to look forward and accept whatever may come, whenever it comes.

---

Being thirty and running the biggest grocery store in town is the best because its success is everything Frank could ever dream of. It's a small town he lives in, not really in the countryside nor influenced by the city lights, and that's what is so great about it. The elders trust him, the products he sells and the quality of the service; they respect Frank's hard-working personality and dedicated spirit. The youngest like to visit too, because Frank always has a little sweet to enthuse their smiles and brighten their days. It's a place Frank loves to work at, where he sees everyone at least once a week, many people come every day, and it's all he can desire in his life.

Frank runs it with Gerard, of course, and together they invested a lot in it, but it's paying off in every way. They ride together every morning, on week days and Saturdays, and open the doors at exactly 8am. The first person to come in is the baker, distributing the day's bread, because many elders prefer to buy their morning bread in there rather than have it delievered at home before dawn and have it robbed before they get up \u2013 that has seriously happened more often than not. Those people come in not long after the baker leaves. It's the best way to see friendly people in the morning, because Frank and Gerard have a smile on their faces to whoever comes in.

At 9.30, their part-time employee comes in through the door, greeting everyone warmly. He's just a High School dropout, a very young fella with dark skin and tattoos called Mike \u2013 Pedicone, he prefers, who rarely gets a smile from Gerard. Frank laughs about it because he knows the cause for such odd animosity. So maybe Frank's guilty enough, as he accepts Pedicone's flirting and sometimes flirts back, but only when Gerard's around. Frank loves to play this game with him, because he knows Gerard's trying not to show any jealousy but rarely manages to keep it under control. Frank's just having fun with it and can only hope Pedicone feels the same way, but they talk about it sometimes and the kid doesn't seem to mind playing the game.

A little before 11am, Gerard leaves. Frank kisses him goodbye behind the counter, just a small peck and a grin because Gerard always tells him something about Pedicone and the flirting, something possessive; Frank thinks it's adorable. Then he lets Gerard go with his thoughts to work at his parents' Italian restaurant, Estasi<\/i>, where he's the manager during lunch hours, until 3pm. During that time, the routine at the store is serene: the customers that come in and out, the occasional re-stocking, the small lunchboxes Frank and Pedicone brought in with them which they empty in the storage room, in turns, in case there's this or that customer.

Then by 2.30pm, Pedicone leaves and shares a joke with Frank about anything, leaving a good mood and a smiling boss behind. Frank's on his own from then on, until Gerard comes back, sometimes at 4pm if he comes directly from finishing up at the restaurant, sometimes after 6pm if Frank's mother needs him to run any errand for her. It happens and there's nothing to complain about because Frank's mother has helped them a lot, including taking them in into her house until they get financially stable enough to get their own place. Helping her out is a way to thank her for helping them so selflessly, now that she's a widow and a little sick.

The store closes to the public at 6.30pm and Frank always locks the door half an hour later, after having closed the register and organized the storage room for the next day. Gerard's always beside him, either telling him something about Estasi<\/i>, or about his brother, or about the errands he had to run, but every winter day what he complains about is the cold. That's what happens today. Gerard's saying how windy it is, how cold his hands feel despite the gloves and how much time Frank's taking to lock the door. Frank laughs. \"And we're not even going home yet!\"

Gerard rolls his eyes when Frank turns to him, but lets Frank wrap his gloved hands around one elbow as they stroll towards where Gerard parked his motorcycle. It really is windy today, and they might get some snow by nighttime, according to the weather man, but Frank focuses on something else. It's their last day of work until next week, since they're never open for Christmas, and there's always a warm dinner waiting for them at home.

Frank looks forward to that, but first they have to face a fifteen minute ride on Gerard's motorbike. It's their transportation every day, because neither of them owns a car and Frank's mother's old compact died a few months back. This way they really have to face the rigorous winter, but it's something Frank's already used to. Gerard still complains about it, but Frank knows how much he hates the cold. It doesn't matter as soon as they spot their house \u2013 or Frank's mother's house \u2013 at a fair distance.

When they stop, Frank hops off and lets Gerard go park the bike in the small garage they managed to build next to the house last year. Meanwhile, he goes get the mail, which has been delivered after 4pm and, although Gerard could have picked it up earlier, this is their routine. Today, Frank is more than glad about it. He sees a letter he's been expecting for almost two months, even if it's addressed to Gerard. He grins and grasps the small amount of mail they have, moving towards the door and meeting Gerard halfway.

\"No bills to pay, I presume?\" Gerard asks. Frank looks up and he's smiling, fondly, his bright teeth showing. His question is as assertive as that because when there are any bills, Frank opens the letters before getting to the door. Frank smiles back and nods towards the entrance, waiting for Gerard to get the house keys and open the front door. It does not have a handle on the outside, they have to use a key. They could knock and wait for Frank's mother to open it, but it doesn't matter. It'd mean waiting a little more out in the cold, and Gerard likes to open the door for Frank. At least he always makes a huge deal out of it, acting all gentleman-like and taking Frank's coat. It happens very day, but Frank still giggles at his actions.

\"Welcome home,\" Gerard says, courteously and grins. Inside, they settle in, silent, in front of the coat rack by the door. They take off their beanies and gloves and scarves, then their coats and jackets and put on warm hoodies, take off their shoes or boots and put on their slippers \u2013 and finally they're comfortable and at home.

The Christmas tree is there, in the living room, tall and grandiose, witnessing their arrival. It watches close when Frank pulls Gerard for a kiss. It's short and soft, a touch of lips and a bit of tongue, just something welcoming and gentle. It feels good every day and every day, Frank smiles as he pulls away. Gerard's right there, hands on his shoulders and a kind smile adorning his mouth.

Frank has often thought of how lucky he is to have such an amazing life, after a hard time struggling for Gerard and the return of his sanity. The war was awful to him and Gerard came back home completely scarred and speechless. It took him several years of a persisting, careful treatment, first with his family, then with a therapist he allowed in and then Frank. Together they've battled a long path to this stability they have now and Frank's proud of how strong they were and still are just for the fact of being a couple. To Frank, it's still pretty incredible what good feelings and a steady mind did to them.

Today, however, he doesn\u2019t need to think about that. They're totally fine, both smiling, finally at home at the end of another day and the beginning of another night. Their band's putting up a show at the town's biggest club, The Mist, like they always do. They started as a group of friends in Middle School and emerged as a band years later, applauded quite loudly by the town's population \u2013 and the visitors that hang out at the club. Frank's actually excited about the show tonight, because there's this rumor that a major label has been hanging around the state listening to smallish bands and signing new contracts. He reminds Gerard of that and says, \"It might be tonight, Gee.\"

\"I know. It's been making me nervous for weeks,\" Gerard jokes, with a small laugh. Frank grins in agreement. Signing their small town band has been a dream of Frank's for years now and his heart beats harder than ever when he considers that and how close their chance might be. There is another dream yet to come true, which kind of still lies in his hand \u2013 he's still holding the mail, after all. Gerard pulls him out of that chain of thought, by saying, \"We gotta have dinner first. C'mon.\"

Frank goes, as Gerard takes a firm hold of his empty hand and guides them to the left, to the kitchen. Frank's mother must be in there because the house is silent and there's a delicious scent in the air when Frank inhales. He calls out, \"Ma, we're home!\" just as they pass the door and she spots them, smiling.

\"Hey Ma, it smells really good tonight,\" he hears Gerard greet his mother, pausing to kiss her cheek. Frank loves how they get along so great. Frank's an only child and the Way brothers have always been like sons to Frank's mother. That awesome bond between the two families still lasts, especially the respect Gerard and Mikey hold to their second mom<\/i>. It has taught a lot to Frank, mainly in those occasions when the rebel kid in him failed to see how wonderful she is as a mother and a person in general. Frank loves her, though, and loves his great family that sticks together in every moment.

\"French onion soup,\" she says, still smiling and waiting for Frank's greeting. He hugs her quickly; the usual. \"It's almost ready, so if you please-\"

\"You got it.\" Frank's response is immediate. He puts the mail down on the counter and goes to get the soup bowls, Gerard's gone to get the spoons. Frank smiles when he sees that Gerard's spotted the mail lying there.

\"What's in the mail today?\" he asks, like he doesn't know. \"I didn't even look at it properly.\"

When the table's ready, Gerard reaches out for it and looks closely. Frank looks up at his mother and winks; he couldn't have thought of this surprise Christmas gift by himself. Gerard certainly deserves more than the usual gifts and Frank knows this is very perfect. It's what Gerard always wanted. Frank looks back at Gerard and sees him putting away the three letters to his mother and focusing on the faded yellow envelope in his left hand. Frank's jumping on the inside. He's been expecting it for a long time, but it definitely has come in perfect timing.

\"There's something for me,\" Gerard says, cryptically, twisting the envelope in his grasp. Before opening it, he adds, \"It's from California.\"

Frank contains his grin somehow. Gerard's about to find if his prayers have been answered or not - Frank kind of knows they have, because otherwise the letter would have arrived much sooner or not at all. He waits as Gerard reads the letter. He looks really apprehensive and his skin turns a little pallid, too. Frank asks, \"Are you okay?\"

\"Yeah, just-\" Gerard gulps, puts the letter down and looks up at Frank. For a moment, only the boiling soup interrupts the silence, but a second later Gerard continues. \"This is from that art school that I love, you know, the one in California that was advertised worldwide? It was all over the news months ago.\"

\"Yes, I remember. You even sent your portfolio to them. I helped you write your motivation letter?\" Frank says, trying to remain unsuspicious.

\"Exactly, but that was over a year ago. I can't believe they just found my application. It's not possible,\" Gerard responds, frowning. Biting the inside of his cheek is the only thing Frank can do to not shout in Gerard's face that it's his fault; he sent another copy of Gerard's portfolio to California and his mother helped him write a letter telling the school how interested and hard-working and talented Gerard is in everything and especially in art. He smiles and sighs as soon as Gerard looks down again, looks at the letter.

\"So, what, one year after I sent them my portfolio full of crappy superheroes and tiny storylines drawn in High School and themeless pictures of you from when we've lain in bed all lazy and comfortable, they want me and write back? I don't understand. It's been too long, they can't possibly be interested in me,\" Gerard finishes at last, sighing. His shoulders slump down and the frown on his forehead intensifies, which concerns Frank.

\"What exactly does the letter say?\" he intervenes, seeing his mother stirring the pan.

\"They want me in their Exclusive Classes in the course of my choice, lectured from January to June, and,\" Gerard stops, his voice failing and his eyes trembling. Frank can see that when Gerard looks up. He seems honestly surprised and actually a little emotion. Frank smiles fondly and approaches Gerard, as he keeps talking. \"And they want to give me a full scholarship for it.\"

\"But that's so great! How can't you be happy? This has been your dream ever since you finished High School and started working at Estasi<\/i>. You have a chance after all these years,\" Frank says to him, assertively. His heart's beating crazily, against his ribcage and in his mouth. Frank keeps it in, no matter what he knows. He's guilty as Hell, and wants Gerard to react differently. He had been expecting a little more enthusiasm for sure, something more personal and Gerard-like. He's just shocked and wide-eyed, frowning, when he should be yelling of joy and telling everyone he knows! Frank wants that, wants the gleeful laughs and the high squeals and the passionate hugs.

\"It is great,\" Gerard starts, un-frowning his forehead and throwing his weight onto one hip. Frank sees the shift in his body. \"I just don't understand why they took one year to respond. The letter is dated from two weeks ago, this is very recent. I don't get it. Hm. Unless-\" He locks gazes with Frank, softly, wondering.

\"This one's easy, Gerard,\" Frank's mother says as she turns off the stove. Frank looks at her and gives her a look, but she shrugs. Frank does so too and when he looks back at Gerard, there's a light in his eyes.

It looks like he's figured it out because his eyes widen even more and he goes, \"Unless someone else reminded them about me, for some reason.\"

\"Yeah, that sounds possible,\" Frank agrees, still not willing to just give in, but letting all the clues out. \"Maybe as a Christmas present, who knows. We've got friends everywhere, maybe it's a groupie<\/i>. Ma, you want any help?\"

\"Frank,\" he hears Gerard.

\"What?\" Frank says, still handing a bowl out to his mother to put soup in it.

\"Frank, I'm talking to you,\" Gerard insists, his voice louder. Frank doesn't react, just looks at his mother and finds a smile gracing her features. He can't keep his in, though, and ends up grinning at her. Gerard talks again. \"Did you do this?\"

Frank turns to him, placing the full bowl on the table. \"Why would I do such a thing?\"

\"Because you're you<\/i>! And your mother's sly grin says enough, thank you very much. I know you both. Frank, look at me!\"

Frank obeys, smiling. \"Congratulations,\" he whispers while his mother laughs, and a bowl clinks against something. He also loops his arms around Gerard's waist, in a dancing move.

\"You did this! Oh my God, you really did,\" Gerard exclaims. Frank nods and they hug, or crush each other. Frank's mother laughs again. Gerard squeezed Frank until the youngest can't take it and pulls away with a laugh. He's still grinning as Gerard asks, \"Why'd you do this? Seriously. I thought you didn't want me to go because it's across the country!\"

\"It's still your dream, Gerard,\" Frank answers, honestly. He looks at the table and there are three bowls of soup on it already. They sit down after the lady of the house. Frank sets down to eat immediately; they can finish that conversation after dinner.

---

Already in the bedroom upstairs, as they get ready to leave, Gerard asks Frank about the faded yellow envelope again and Frank\u2019s reasons to have sent another letter to that school. Frank responds, \"Maybe I didn't like the idea when you first sent your portfolio, maybe I thanked God when there was no answer. Maybe I silently prayed every night that you didn't go away again, but then maybe I as wrong. I thought better. This is your dream. You couldn't afford it right after High School, but it's been many years of postponing it. Now the business is doing good, our band performs every night. We're stable and happy, so maybe<\/i> you can finally pursue this career. You deserve this, Gee.\"

\"But moving over there would mean-\" Gerard starts, but interrupts himself. They're being honest with each other now and can't leave anything behind, so Frank waits patiently. It finally comes. \"I know<\/i> why you didn't want me to go before. I know and I understand. I love you. You love me. We have a lot in this town, as a couple.\"

\"Absolutely, but it doesn't mean you have to give up everything for me, okay?\" Frank says, smiling softly. He grasps Gerard's hand and sighs. \"We've been living MY dream for so long, playing with our band at The Mist! I want you to do this, it's what you've always wanted. I can stay here for half a year, I can take care of the store and help out your dad at the restaurant any time he needs me, we'll tell the truth to our fans and we'll do something without you in town. Everything while you go attend your dream classes and get your dream knowledge.\"

\"But there's other stuff,\" Gerard persists, speaking quickly like he means to say a lot more. Still, Frank doesn't let him. He squeezes Gerard's hand and says,

\"We'll figure it out before you go, okay?\" Gerard nods, smiling, and Frank grins at him, happy.

Gerard pulls on Frank's hand swiftly and Frank stumbles into his open arms. He smiles and looks at Gerard, who's grinning and soon pecking his lips. Frank lingers on that kiss before they leave for the club. Gerard pulls away and says, \"If we didn't have a show to play, I'd thank you now. It was a huge Christmas present, you deserve something special.\"

Frank laughs, nervously. He gets the hint, and he would have even if Gerard hadn't added a small wink. He'll always get that kind of hints, seriously, so he says, \"Don't worry. We don't have to get up early tomorrow!\" And kisses Gerard hard in a mess of mouths and limbs and hearts.

**

23 December 1990. <\/i>

Frank makes a gurgled sound and inhales desperately. It startles Gerard so much that he's standing by Frank's bed the next second. He can't help being edgy at the moment, with what this situation involves. It happened all of a sudden during what was supposedly one of the most beautiful moments between them. One minute Frank was arching under Gerard and moaning, the next Frank was laying motionless on the bed as Gerard called an ambulance on the bedroom phone. The sole image in Gerard's mind of Frank's rigid pose is agonizing, but the present sight isn't any better. Frank's face is pale and his hair's almost translucent. It's awfully incredible how someone as hopeful and vivid as Frank can look like that in a moment of agony.

Gerard pulls the chair closer and sits down again when there's silence again. This time he's as close to Frank as he can, moving Frank's hands to beneath the blanket. Then, he slides his own down there to clasp them around one of Frank's and it\u2019s freezing. He sighs because there's nothing he can do at the moment, really, and it exasperates him. He wants Frank back in bed, arching up and moaning and feeling the pleasure of their sex, but what he gets instead is a Hospital room and trouble in his mind. It's not the Christmas he planned, no matter how vague their plans were besides Christmas dinner at Estasi<\/i> and the gift exchange at Gerard's parents' house, with all the family together. It probably won't happen now. It's only tomorrow night, but it's almost out of Gerard's range. He feels bad to think that way, though.

Frank moans. Gerard looks up and analyses his figure. It's still not moving but the previous sounds are positive enough to him. They might mean Frank's gaining back his conscience, Frank's coming back to the world of the living, back to Gerard. The sound he just heard was weak and fragile, still not reassuring enough, but it's more than the silence of the last two hours. The sun's setting outside, Gerard notices the difference in the natural light through the window, although the sky isn't clear. It matches his insides, rainy and filled with worry. It's been like this for quite some time now, years actually, because Frank's malady isn't something new to them. Gerard wishes it wasn't even a reality. He wants Frank to be healthy and lively, despite his forty years of age. The number never meant a thing to him, because Gerard has been there before and made a huge deal out of it and Frank was always comforting and understanding and great at talking Gerard down. It's over now and it feels great to have made amends with their age, but nothing takes away this anguish.

Gerard shushes Frank when the next sound comes. \"Easy, Frank, take it easy. You're okay now,\" he says smoothly, silk in his voice like Frank's always done to him when something bad happens. Like when Mikey crashed his car a couple of years ago, or when Gerard's father went to court under a false accusation of child abuse; every time something bad happens, Frank's there with a soft tone of voice and now it's his turn to be on the receiving end. Gerard loves to reciprocate all those things, because Frank's an amazing person and deserves only the best. Thinking about that, he squeezes Frank's fingers and places his forehead on Frank's covered forearm, secure and protective.

Frank moans again. It's less feeble, but more painful. When he inhales, there's a horrible scratchy sound that hangs in the air, a cat's purr that shouldn't be there. Frank sounds horrible, but Gerard knows the putting cats have been in Frank's lungs for almost a week; he's noticed the difficult breathing some nights in the bunks of beds. He looks horrible too and Gerard's all hopeless and helpless. All he can do \u2013 they can do \u2013 is wait for things to get better. Doctor Dewees, who Frank has been seeing since Gerard can remember, said that Frank's lucky, that they acted quick and probably saved him, so there's no reason to change now. Frank's luck will still be there in the end.

Gerard is still <\/i>scared because Frank's ill and frail, and might never fully recover. The uncertainty of the future brings something else to Gerard's care, besides the worry: it brings a silent prayer. Gerard has learned to be a Catholic with Frank and studied the best prayers from Frank's mother's books; now he uses them all creatively and honestly. He's convinced that since God's doing this to them, then only God's power is great enough to undo it.

Frank inhales once more, the purr pronounced and loud, and Gerard looks up at his face. It's pale and inexpressive, but his eyes are open. Gerard murmurs his prayer loudly until it's over and moves his hand to grasp Frank's rosary; it lies beside the pillow. He puts it in between their joined hands and Frank squeezes the beads softly. It grazes Gerard's hand and another moan follows, something similar to a word but still undefined.

Gerard changes his Catholic murmurs to laic words. He says, \"Calm down, Frank. It's me, I'm here with you. Don't panic, it's gonna be okay.\"

Frank inhales again and a lot of more sounds follow, some of them turning clear. \"What-\" Frank tries in a raspy voice, but seems unable to continue. When he coughs, the reason for it is pretty clear for it comes with fluids and mucus, and it makes Gerard even more worried. He lowers his mouth to Frank's ear the best he can in his sitting position and whispers, \"It's alright, take your time. This isn't just a cold, Frank, but you'll be fine. The doctors'll save you and I'll help. So help me God.\"

Frank seems to smile and he also squeezes the rosary and Gerard's knuckles again. The next time he inhales, the exhales that follows brings a proper question: \"What happened?\"

Gerard gulps, remembering. \"You had a heart attack.\"

Frank inhales, deeper and louder this time. He coughs too and it sounds painful, so Gerard stands from the chair and, with one knee on the Hospital bed, he lies his upper body next to Frank's and hums a melody into his ear. It's supposed to be soothing as the news kick in.

It's not like they haven't been aware of this possibility, due to Frank's family history and his own past, but it's always scary and uninvited. Just because Frank has always had trouble staying healthy during the cold season and had been saved from the horrids of war because of it, that doesn't mean they know what to expect all the time. Usually, the rain comes and causes a snotty nose, then the cold nights hit and bring a steady cough, and finally the snow falls and carries infections, or fluids, or fever, or many days in a row without getting out of bed. However, due to the history of heart diseases and high blood pressure in the Iero family, the worst case eventually arrived to Gerard and Frank's lives. Two grandparents have died of heart attack, one uncle has always suffered of a severe heart condition that limits him to living inside a sterilized room since he was twenty years old and Frank's mom has been having high blood pressure crisis for at least seven or eight years. However, Dr. Dewees advised Frank to take medical tests to evaluate his situation, but the results haven't a concern of the couple. Until now, that is.

\"This isn't home,\" says Frank, weak as Gerard hates to see him. Whenever Frank gets sick, whatever the cause and the disease, Gerard can hardly stand the pain of looking at him. He's always pale and sad and barely alive, so of course Gerard doesn't like it, but he also knows he's one of the people Frank most likes to have beside him. And he's proud of it, nevertheless, never refusing to do it.

\"No, you're at the Hospital. They've got you wired to control your heartbeat, to compare results and save you from another attack,\" Gerard explains very slowly. He can see that Frank starts moving around a lot, agitated, so his tone, words and caresses serve the purpose of calming Frank down. The increasing beeps on the monitor, though, make Gerard nervous and he squeezes Frank's hand beneath the blanket.

The minutes go by in their silence. Frank's eyes close again and the beeps accelerate even more, while Gerard tries his best to shush Frank into calmness again. He does so in whispers, yet it doesn't seem to work because Frank grasps and holds his chest filled with air, and his eyes are suddenly wide, and his mouth is suddenly open. Gerard panics, squeezes the hand and the beads of the rosary. Then there's a nurse beside Frank too, injecting something in the IV on Frank's arm; she checks his eyes, his mouth, neck and chest and a few seconds later, Frank calms down again. The beeping slows down to a steady rhythm and Frank's head lolls to the side. He's out again.

With a sigh, Gerard lowers his head to the bump their hands holding rosary form under the blanket and feels something in his eyes. It's probably tears because he's sad, he doesn't want this to happen, not when they've got a real band that tours across the country, playing in bigger clubs and halls; and when they've got a house that's really theirs where there's music and art and happiness; and when they've got people working for them and the store's expanded in size and success, following the natural growth of every town. Their life is so wonderful, they have each other and share so much, and this murmur in Frank's heart, diagnosed in '85 \u2013 it simply shouldn't intervene and put Frank in this misery.

Gerard stops thinking and focuses, sighing. He looks up and Frank's out, sleeping due to the medication the nurse brought earlier. Rubbing his eyes first, he lets go of Frank's hand to do the sign of the cross at his front and grasps the rosary tight, and then he starts murmuring and counting the beads. He counts randomly and speaks freely whenever he feels ready, a little relieved from the pressure of the previous scene and fully committed to this deity he has learned to trust. He mumbles his words, murmurs like Frank's heart somewhere inside him. Gerard focuses on that and prays to the Lord he deeply believes in.

**

24 December 2000. <\/i>

The door opens and closes behind them. It's definitely warmer inside.

Frank's moan echoes in the empty house. It vibrates through the air, through Gerard too. He kisses Frank harder to get another moan, because Frank staying quiet is definitely impossible if he makes the right move. He also gropes Frank's crotch. Gerard knows everything's frantic and quick, but he's been waiting for hours now.

They're just coming home from dropping Frank's mother at home after the Christmas dinner at Mikey's newly decorated dining room. It was a simple family dinner with gift exchange included, the usual for many, many years. Gerard remembers being a kid and celebrating Christmas with the Ieros in his childhood house which was barely big enough to host them all, or going to the Ieros' house and learn more about guitar, or even going to his grandma's house and tell Frank all about the sculptures, the paintings, the piano and the videotapes. It's been an amazing ride, this life through all these years.

Today, they come back home again and it's peaceful, despite the kissing and the groping and the moaning. Gerard's just wanting and needy, not even thinking about how tired he feels. They stop for a minute to take off the scarves, beanies, gloves, coats and boots and let them fall to the floor. Gerard follows Frank to the living room but reminds himself to go back and lock the front door; they never take any risks with security.

Frank's laugh echoes in the empty house. \"This house is deadly silent. I hate it,\" he says, later.

\"Let's fill it with noises, yeah?\" Gerard winks. He steps forward too, towards Frank and his lips and arms, but Frank moves faster and runs up the stairs. Gerard follows and catches him easily, Frank's never been much of a runner, and even if Gerard himself hates doing it, when it's for fun, he can easily catch and outdo Frank.

He gets to the bedroom door first and opens it quickly so that, when Frank gets there, Gerard just pulls him in and closes the door with Frank's body as they kiss. They're automatically glued together. It doesn't start slow. Gerard just goes for it, he kisses Heaven and Hell out of Frank and Frank totally complies. He's relaxed under Gerard's mouth and hands, which Gerard can't stop. They move on their own, almost. His arms get loose around Frank's torso, then Frank's hips and later his fingers wrap tight on Frank's flesh. And his tongue darts out and explores.

The kiss is fierce and hot. Gerard's hands move to Frank's shoulders and hair, pulling, causing moans and bringing Frank closer to the bed. Their lips battle easily, knowing it all by instinct. Gerard stumbles at some point and falls on his ass. He's on the edge of the bed; thankfully it's not on the floor, but Frank's laughs anyway. It does not echo this time. The bedroom is small and filled with them, with their presence and heat, simply lit by the light spilling from the street lamps through the wide open shades.

Frank takes a step closer and Gerard knows where this is going. That's why he makes a move that stops Frank in front of him. \"Wait,\" he says, and gets up from the bed.

Gerard walks to the nightstand on the side of the bed that's closest to the window. Frank's <\/i>side of the bed. There's a pitcher with water on the bedside table; Gerard fills a glass with it and takes the box of pills inside the single drawer. He places only one on his open palm and closes his hand, securely. The pills are part of Frank's medication and serve their purpose of controlling Frank's heart; they're pretty new after the last heart attack, six months ago, that scared Gerard to death and depression. Frank recovered and Gerard was thrilled, but he's still scared. The usual.

\"I'm only supposed to take them before going to sleep<\/i>,\" Frank whines, but gently. This isn't the first time Gerard's doing this before anything sexual happens on their bed, and he probably knows it won't be the last.

\"I know, but I wanna play safe,\" answers Gerard, as honestly as he can. Then he adds, \"Please,\" before sending Frank his serious gaze. It's the important one that neither of them should ever ignore.

\"You always do this,\" Frank says.

\"I always care.\"

Frank smiles gently after that line, as Gerard finally walks over to him to hand him the pill and the glass of water. Frank takes it all and swallows effortlessly, as he is so used to that routine already with daily meds to take every morning and every night. He's not a kid anymore, after all, and Gerard doesn't really understand how he can take so many and Gerard doesn't take any, even when he's older. Frank doesn't let him question it, though, claiming that health trouble was a part of his family history and there was no way around it. Gerard can't help it, though; he wonders why and talks himself down every time Frank gets weaker.

The worst of it are the dreams that leave him restless after he wakes up. They began after that last heart attack in June and remain horrible every night, always very creative. Some of them are colorful and undefined, but others and in black and white and revolve around Frank's death in different circumstances. It chums inside Gerard after he wakes up and makes him disgusted, cold and distant for a couple of hours. Gerard never told anyone about them, but might do so for New Year's Eve, since they always share, as a couple, what they consider the previous year's failures and the new year's resolutions.

\"You're thinking about something,\" Frank interrupts his mind, handing him the glass bkac. Gerard walks back to the nightstand and puts it down where it belongs. He sighs, too, but forgets soon. This is not the time to dwell on all this; he's alone with Frank and they've been waiting for this moment for enough days now.

\"Yeah, about what I wanna do to you,\" he says, unrevealing as he shakes the thoughts out of his head. He approaches and kisses Frank. It's honest and raw, strong enough to show all the care and affection that he feels every single moment of every day of his life.

He lays Frank properly on the bed, then rolls them over and lies on his back on the mountain of pillows at the top of the bed. He lies comfortably there and lets Frank lead the next kiss. It's beautiful to feel Frank there, hear Frank there, that kiss and the hums and his hands under Gerard's sweater, shirt and t-shirt, struggling for the touch of skin. Gerard easily grasps the hem of the sweater and sweatshirt Frank's wearing and pulls them off. The kiss stops until there's enough touch, and Frank's skin is definitely the right kind of warm to please Gerard. He presses Frank down against him and breathes hard, a drum in his chest. He also feels Frank's heartbeat when he mouths at Gerard's neck. Gerard moans softly.

\"C'mon!\" Frank pulls away and hums, willing. \"I know how desperate you are, show it to me, Gee.\"

Gerard smiles warmly. Frank says that and knows it because he must be hungry too, after the last few weeks. It's been a month or so, after all, because December is always a crazy month, at the store, at the restaurant, on a tour, and there's barely time for intimacy. They don't even think about it because, at the end of every day, the feel of fresh sheets under their exhausted bodies leads to instantaneous sleep. It's irremediable. Which leaves the best part for after Christmas.

\"It's been too fucking long,\" Frank interrupts again, mouthing at Gerard's earlobe, then jaw. He pulls back and starts unzipping his pants. Gerard moves quickly to help him.

They both get up on their knees in silence, not because it\u2019s a routine like th rest of their days, but because these tiny moments before the sex are sacred and gorgeous. Gerard loves to watch Frank slide his boxers off with ease, but afterwards he fights hard with his own to take them off along with his pants. They're all tangled in his feet and it's driving him crazy tonight, which is not making anything easier. Gerard's cursing quietly at his own hands, but he's all shivers when Frank mouths at the back of his neck, helping him out because it's so disconcerting that his clothes finally slide down and fall on the floor.

He lies back down, naked, exposed, with Frank's mouth up his chest and Frank's arms sliding over his sides. They moan because that touch has been missed for too long. Gerard's spine arches up and follows Frank's mouth, but then Frank pulls back to kiss his lips again. They end up holding each other and moaning and kissing, a mindfuck kiss that makes Gerard dizzy and helpless. He's kind of squirming on the bed, under Frank, but nothing he isn't used to. Nothing he doesn't like. Frank's cock is perfect against him, hard and heavy, and hot, so much that Gerard doesn't know what to do with these feelings. It\u2019s all too much for him to hold on.

He moans and hums and maybe shouts, but his mind's too blessed out to understand what happens next. It's all about feeling, there's no keeping it in, only pleasure rocking through every inch of him and he bucks up. Gerard's too desperate for this, but Frank kisses him and his mind comes back into place. He fists Frank's cock and moves fast, concentrated on producing an orgasm.

Frank stops him. Maybe Gerard whines. Frank says, \"You don't have to do this, okay.\"

\"But I want to. You can come first-\"

\"It doesn't matter. Just let it go, Gerard,\" Frank insists. Gerard knows what he's talking about.

He can't, though. \"I can't, it's too-\"

\"I know what you're thinking,\" Frank intervenes assertively. His eyes are diamonds against Gerard's, brilliant and strong and unbreakable. \"But don't- I'm not gonna die tonight.\"

He just kisses Gerard. Gerard lets himself be kissed, too, slow and passionate. That simple line made it for him, honestly. His heart's in this moment like always, but as every night there's a pinch of fear outlining it. He can't avoid it. Giving Frank that pill reminds him of his frail condition, but never stops him. He wants to be intimate and passionate and forget all things when he's with Frank, but at the same time he can't \u2013 there's too much at stake.

For now, though, because Frank requested so honestly and exposed Gerard's biggest fear into the bedroom air, Gerard concedes. He lets Frank lead him and soon he's melting under Frank's doing because he is Gerard's undoing. Gerard comes hard and fast on their duvet.

He jerks Frank off later, and Frank looks hot sweaty gorgeous. They lie limp and exhausted in their afterglow and yes, Frank is still very much alive. Gerard grins at him and holds him close, thankful. There can't be a better way to spend Christmas night.

**

25 December 2002. <\/i>

\"It was a beautiful service,\" Frank's mother whispers in his ear, by the altar, her voice trembling. Gerard nods against her head, next to his, in that warm embrace. She's been holding on as Gerard never thought she could, at the age of sixty eight, even one year later.

These past twelve months have been very difficult to him. Living in a house all alone when it's full of memories, it hurts deep into his core. He doesn't remember much of it, but the confusion, the hurt and the empty space in his bed is still present.

Frank has been gone for a whole year and his memory will never fade. Gerard wishes so.

~the end~ <\/i>

\"Through These Years\" - alternate ending: 1,000 words.<\/a>

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\"Through These Years\"<\/a>

26 December 2006.<\/i>

Gerard turns back around when he gets to his doorstep. There is something he needs to say before he goes home and says goodbye to the man behind him. \"Thank you for doing this with me every year,\" Gerard says to him.

Pedicone smiles and nods, carefully. For the past five years, he's been driving Gerard whenever he goes to the cemetery to visit Frank's grave. It's not that he can't control how much it hurts and how much he misses his lover, but having someone driving him there, walking the lonely paths and bringing him back home helps a lot. At least Gerard doesn't have to keep everything inside his head; he can express his feelings and say anything he cares to. Pedicone always listens, and has been doing so for a long time. Gerard has to thank him every time.

\"It's no trouble. I like going there too, and going together makes it easier every time, at least for me,\" Pedicone says, in a gentle voice. Over these years, Gerard has been able to identify the different tones he uses, depending on the occasion and it's amazing how one man can have so many ways of expressing himself.

Gerard smiles, now. He had lost his fear of smiling after two years without Frank, when he started realizing that he really wasn't alone. Frank might have left Gerard alone and with a hole in his heart, but there are other people who care. He must appreciate that and these years being closer to Pedicone have been very helpful. It helps the grieving in a lot of ways.

Sometimes when he dreams about Frank and can't take it any longer, Gerard calls him. Even in the middle of the night, at ass o'clock in the morning, he hears Pedicone yawn and talk to him softly, wanting to help Gerard through the difficult moment. Or other times when he's preparing dinner for one and gets a little depressed about it, calling Pedicone always helps \u2013 he lives alone too, as far as Gerard knows, and he rarely denies Gerard his company. It's been great for him.

\"I know,\" he says, still on the doorstep. Today he doesn't feel like letting Pedicone in, after having held hands on their way from the car to the grave and back. Their friendship has become special over time, but there are some boundaries that Gerard isn\u2019t ready to cross yet. \"But I don't want to abuse your kindness, honestly. It's enough that I've passed the grocery store into your care, but you had-\"

\"I accepted it gladly, Gerard, it wasn't like you forced me to do it. You proposed that contract because you knew I had a vision for that store, and it's come true. You have the restaurant and the gallery, and I'm proud of that. It's a lot of work for only one manager,\" Pedicone says, smiling wider. This is a conversation they've had more often than not.

He doesn't say anything else, though. At this point, after the small talk on his doorstep, Gerard usually invites Pedicone for a cup of coffee, but not today. He doesn't want to. He would rather think about this friendship on his own, maybe speak of it a little more to Frank, like he usually does when something bothers him.

All of a sudden, Pedicone touches his hand for the second time today, but now Gerard takes one step back. The other man flinches a little, Gerard notices on his shoulders, and doesn't insist. He just says, \"I had a good time today.\"

Gerard still doesn't say anything. He just doesn't want to, not after they've held hands and possibly taken another step in their relationship. Gerard hates these border lines, but sometimes he has to specify some. Especially in Pedicone's case, because he always confesses his feelings while saying goodbye to Gerard. It's only been five years to Gerard; he can't take that step yet.

It's only been five years. The idea is in his mind, but he never mentions it in front of Pedicone. Gerard doesn't want him to think less of their friendship, or of Gerard, but some things he prefers to take slowly. He feels like he can\u2019t lay the years he lived with Frank aside, in friendship and in lovership, because all these years have shaped him into the person he is and Frank was the one who most contributed to that. Gerard doesn\u2019t want to let it go just yet, but the truth is that he\u2019s mostly confused.

\"I gotta go,\" he excuses himself, although he's at his doorstep. Pedicone doesn't seem to mind.

\"Ok, I'll just \u2013 go now,\" he replies, with slight pauses. His eyes bore into Gerard's like they're hungry for something, but Gerard won't find out today. He still doesn't want to. \"You call me whenever you need me, okay?\"

Gerard nods. He most likely will, and very soon, because once he gets his heart figured out for only the second time in his whole life, Gerard will definitely call him. \"I will,\" he promises and takes one step closer.

The usual hug happens between them, Pedicone's arms wrap first around Gerard's torso, then Gerard's follow the movement around Pedicone's shoulders. It's always warm and sincere, but today it's also confusing. It adds another issue to Gerard's \u2018Things To Think About\u2019 List.

\"I love you,\" Pedicone whispers, gently. Gerard always shivers; today is no exception. It's the same with his silence, because Gerard has never said it back. Not until today. Pedicone's smile grazes his ear. He adds, \"One day, yeah?\"

\"Yeah,\" Gerard says, thinking of them and also of Frank. With him, Gerard was never unsure, but after him- \"Maybe one day.\"

\"Say hi to Frank for me,\" Pedicone says, turning around to get to his car, parked in Gerard's driveway. He knows Gerard prays to Frank now, not to God like he used to.

Gerard nods, but Pedicone does not see. He's opening the door to his car and getting in. There is no waving between them, just a deep, mighty stare in their eyes, something that always bothers Gerard because suddenly his heart beats like crazy all over again. Maybe it's a sign, maybe it's just fear. Who knows? Maybe Frank will help him answer that question later.


~the end~<\/i>

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Stay around.
xo B"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:happilyappled:34389","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/34389.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=34389"}}],"title":"Totally headfirst into this :)","published":"2011-10-02T19:56:44Z","updated":"2011-10-02T19:56:44Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"bigbang"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"bandom"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"bigbang:christmas"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fiction"}}],"content":"

<\/a>
<\/a>christmasbang<\/b><\/a><\/span>
let's get Christmassy!<\/i><\/center>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:happilyappled:33952","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/33952.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=33952"}}],"title":"Fic: Sommark\u00e4rlek","published":"2011-08-14T16:00:17Z","updated":"2011-08-14T16:00:17Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"gerard way"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"frank iero"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"ray toro"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fanfiction"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fiction"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"my chemical romance"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"slash"}}],"content":"Title: <\/b> Sommark\u00e4rlek, a story about summer love and stupid boys
Authors: <\/b> <\/a>happilyappled<\/b><\/a><\/span> and <\/a>kuriositet<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing: <\/b> Frank\/Gerard
Word count:<\/b> 5k+
Rating: <\/b> PG
Disclaimer: <\/b> Not real.
Warnings: <\/b> intended horrible clich\u00e9s.


Summary:<\/b> No one knows what they did last summer but Frank wants to do it again.




Sommark\u00e4rlek<\/b>
A story about summer love and stupid boys.<\/i><\/center>



The house looks pretty much the same, the soft-yellow walls and the dark-red windows, so Frank stands in front of the wood door trying to convince himself to knock.

**

\"So you found it,\" Gerard greets with a broad smile that reaches his eyes.

\"The one with red windows, you said. I\u2019m glad it wasn\u2019t green ones, because there\u2019re a lot of those,\" Frank says and steps inside.

The whole neighborhood has yellow houses, different shades of yellow, only with differently colored windows. Frank actually had some trouble finding Gerard\u2019s house, having knocked on someone else\u2019s door twice, but he won\u2019t ever admit that. Gerard\u2019s more than a friend at this point, so Frank can\u2019t bother to be embarrassed.

For now, Frank\u2019s just overwhelmed by visiting his lair for the first time.<\/i>

**

The door opens before he gets a chance to knock. A stranger with a lot of hair gives him a weird look and Frank looks at the trash bag in his hand.

\"Yes?\" the stranger says.

\"Who are you?\" Frank asks, stupidly. It\u2019s not his house, so he just sounds very rude and demanding. So he shakes his head and tries again. \"Sorry. You\u2019re not Gerard Way.\"

\"No, I am not. I just live with him.\"

Frank makes a stupid noise after he digests that answer. So there\u2019s someone living with Gerard, now. That\u2019s new for someone who once told Frank that he would always be a loner. Then, Frank hears a dog barking and that is definitely not Gerard. He would never have a pet, because he\u2019s at least allergic to cats, but that doesn\u2019t mean that he can\u2019t have a dog.

At this point, Frank\u2019s just staring at a stranger and hearing the tiny barks when Gerard\u2019s voice comes. \"Who is it?\"

**

\"Hello, Mikey, I want to play a game,\" Gerard answers his cell phone before cracking up laughing.

Frank giggles and Gerard\u2019s eyes find his for a second until he focuses back on the phone call from his brother. He inhales and sighs, and stares at Gerard. He\u2019s listening to the sound of his beautiful and velvety voice. It flows in the air mixed with the sounds from the sea, sea gulls and shouting children, but stands out. That\u2019s probably because Gerard\u2019s sitting so close and Frank\u2019s only paying attention to him.

After all, he\u2019s all Frank\u2019s been thinking about for the last week and a half. It\u2019s summertime and Frank\u2019s supposed to be on vacation with his parents, only he spends most of his time with Gerard. They\u2019re in the middle of a once-in-a-lifetime summer love and Frank\u2019s really enjoying it. Seeing Gerard at least once a day became a necessity and listening to his voice is like listening to a cello suite.

Frank is smiling but he doesn\u2019t realize that until Gerard looks up and makes a funny face, eyebrows up, wide grin and jazz hands. He also mouths, \"What?\" Frank giggles at how stupid and starry eyed he must have looked, only missing the batting eyelashes.

\"I gotta get to work,\" Gerard says into the phone and Frank\u2019s giggles fade. He won\u2019t be seeing Gerard for six hours till he gets off work. <\/i>

**

Frank\u2019s sitting at the table, sandwich and beer untouched in front of him, foot nervously tapping on the floor. He knows what he\u2019s waiting for and that is Gerard, who\u2019s somewhere in the building. It\u2019s the restaurant where he works and asked Frank to meet him at after his shift. Earlier that day, Frank tried to surprise him at home and most definitely succeeded, because Gerard was all stuttering when telling Frank that he was just leaving for work.

Now Frank\u2019s waiting for him and it doesn\u2019t take too long. Gerard\u2019s just approaching his table, but ends up standing by the vacant chair until Frank asks him, \"I\u2019m not gonna bite.\"

Gerard smiles a little, not looking very comfortable, but sits down nevertheless. Frank notices that his hair seems longer and his skin isn\u2019t as tanned as it was last summer, but his eyes look the same, so does his mouth. He still talks out of the right side of it as he asks, \"So what are you up to?\"

Frank doesn\u2019t know how to reply, so he takes a bite off the sandwich. That's how awkward he feels. Gerard still looks pretty much the same, but he sounds different. It's like he's not happy to see Frank anymore. He swallows and says, \"Not much, you?\"

\"Hm, the usual,\" Gerard says with a shrug. \"I don't go to the beach as much.\"

Frank rolls his eyes. \"You live, like, next to it, dude. You look kinda paler, though.\"

\"I told ya.\"

The conversation sounds really strange, all those short sentences and obvious statements. Frank isn\u2019t used to it, at least not with Gerard. Sure, they haven\u2019t talked in a year, but he hadn't expected it to feel this different. He is still Frank, could Gerard have changed so much? He was so articulate, never shutting up, always knowing what to say, but now he's just quiet and shy. Odd, too, from the way his hands are flexing and de-flexing.

Frank eats some more and drinks a little, staring at his plate. He can feel Gerard's eyes on him, but when he looks up, Gerard turns his head to the side. Frank wants his attention back, though. He starts with small talk. \"So, you have a dog now?\"

Gerard looks back at him and hums, not really answering. So Frank insists on a question. He wants to hear Gerard again. \"What kind of dog is it? Sounded kind of tiny.\"

\"It is! It's a Chihuahua! Ray got it a few months ago from a friend who had puppies to offer and gave it to me for my birthday,\" Gerard says suddenly excited. His eyes are huge and shiny. \"It's so cute, she plays with a rubber ducky twice her size. Sleeps on my pillow and likes to wake me up by sitting on my face.\"

Frank laughs. He meets Gerard's eyes for a second and it's just like it used to be. It's another moment living in the past. Then, Gerard looks all serious again as if sharing that info with Frank was something bad, or as if it's not meant for them anymore. Frank coughs a little to reestablish the mood.

They're silent for a minute until Gerard breaks it with a question. \"What are you doing here, Frank?\"

Frank blinks. It felt like a punch on his throat and the answer doesn\u2019t come easy. What is Frank doing here? He knows he came to see Gerard, but has no idea how to explain it. He hears, \"Why did you come back?\"

\"I wanted to see you again.\" Frank shrugs a little awkwardly. He takes another sip of beer to clear his throat. It suddenly feels dry and closing up with the answers he can't get out. \"I missed you.\"

\"Oh.\"

\"Is it wrong?\" Frank spits out, disappointment building up in his throat. He knew he'd be weird to see Gerard again, but hadn\u2019t thought it would be like this. That Gerard would be so resistant after the three weeks they spent together last year.

\"I just didn\u2019t expect to see you again,\" Gerard says. \"And then one day you're standing on my doorstep. I didn\u2019t see that coming.\"

\"Sorry,\" Frank says, but it sounds bitchier than he wanted to. \"But I think when someone's important to you, you can't just forget them.\"

\"I didn't,\" Gerard replies. \"We had a lot of fun together, but we agreed on ending it when you went back home.\"

\"Oh, fun.\" Frank scoffs. It's harsh to hear those words from someone like Gerard because Frank cares about him. He's not gonna give up yet, so he grabs a napkin of the holder and gets up.

\"Frank\u2212\" Gerard drags out after him, but he keeps walking.

He's aiming for the counter to get a pen and write his cell phone number on the napkin. He wants Gerard to have it this year to not lose another opportunity. When he goes back to the table, Gerard's still there, looking pretty dumbfounded, even more so when Frank touches his shoulder. Gerard looks back.

Frank goes, \"I'll be in town for two weeks. Gimme a call if you change your mind.\"

**

The sun's shining outside the window but in the house, the mood is gloomy. Frank's sitting on the bed, watching Gerard getting dressed and ready for work and their eyes meet in the mirror.

\"Don't look at me like that, please,\" Gerard says comfortingly. \"We agreed on this and you promised you wouldn't be sad. Yet you're sitting there staring at me like I murdered your favorite dog, or something.\"

\"I can't help it, Gee, I'm going back home today.\" Frank looks down at his fingers tapping on the bed covers.

Gerard exhales heavily. \"We've already talked about this. We knew from the beginning that it wasn't supposed to last. We don't even live in the same state, so brighten up.\"

\"I know, I won't have to look at your stupid face again.\" And he actually smiles and looks up.

\"Now, that's what I'm talking about.\" Gerard turns around, walks over to him and offers his hand. Frank takes it and gets up. Gerard has always been taller than him, but the height difference starts setting the distance between them. Frank hates that.

He sighs. \"Let's just get this over with before I decide to stay.\"

Gerard laughs, but still looks serious, like it hurts to do it. \"Look, it's only been three weeks; you'll have plenty of time to forget about it. You are going to college, gonna meet lots of people, have lots of sex and have lots of fun. I'll be just a memory at the back of your mind.\"

\"Gerard, shut up. You've been saying the same things for the last few days and it's not making any difference. It's still the end for us,\" Frank mutters the last words, feeling their bittersweet touch. \"I should just go. It was nice knowing you, Gerard.\"

\"You too, Frank.\" Gerard grins and Frank knows he recognized the sarcasm. \"I really enjoyed the stuff we did together. I haven't had that much fun in\u2212 Well, I've never had that much fun, actually. It was that good.\"

Frank giggles and looks down at their joined hands as they let go. \"I guess this is goodbye.\"

\"Goodbye.\" They walk together to the door, Gerard leaving to work, Frank leaving forever, but Gerard doesn\u2019t let him go just yet. Right after he opens the door, he pulls Frank close and leans in. Frank isn't expecting the kiss, but he accepts it for what it is. Their last kiss, nothing like the ones they shared before, but still good.

When it ends, Frank closes his eyes and leaves. <\/i>

**

The following days are very depressing. Frank goes out with his friends, but he doesn't fit in anymore, not after one year in college. They go to the beach, yet most of the time he's bored. He tries to keep himself distracted, but always ends up thinking about Gerard.

To make things worse, on Wednesday, he falls asleep on the beach after one night of nightmares and gets sunburnt. So he has to stay in the next day, and the next. His back feels very sore and he can't lie on it, plus he gets a crick in his neck from lying on his stomach for too long.

He might have something as horrible as his sunburn to think about, but he's even more bored. He tries to read and sets the books aside three pages in, he tries to watch movies and falls asleep in really uncomfortable positions. Nothing works for him. He's just sore, bored and miserable.

And the memories do not help\u2026

**

Frank gets up from the bed where Gerard is still sleeping. He's so beautiful, but Frank really needs a shower and doesn't want to wake him up. He lets him sleep in, he needs it after what they got up to last night. Going for a walk after Gerard gets off work is really good, but going skinny-dipping is even better. Frank discovered that first-hand.

After the shower, he doesn't find Gerard in the bedroom but in the kitchen. He's getting something ready for breakfast, toast and coffee. He's still limping, Frank notices. \"How are you feeling?\"

\"My ass hurts the most, actually.\"

Frank laughs loudly. \"The fish bit you in the foot, you dumbass!\"

\"From the shot, asshole! At the hospital, remember?\" Gerard imitates him, a high pitched laugh, turned into a squeal when Frank slaps his bare, hurting ass cheek. \"Ow!\"

\"Want me to kiss it better?\"

\"Do you promise not to bite?\" Gerard grins as Frank nods. Then he goes to kiss it better and bites Gerard anyway, dragging out another squeal. He loves this morning mood.

**

\"I'll be right back,\" Frank says to his parents and leaves them at the table. They're having dinner at the restaurant Gerard works in and Frank wants them all to meet. He's excited, grinning as he passes by the counter to greet the waiter. Then, he invades the kitchen.

At first, he can't see Gerard, but one of the other cooks points at the back door. Frank follows the directions and finds Gerard having a smoke outside. His hands are shaking. Frank has never seen him this uneasy before, so he touches Gerard's shoulder. \"Are you okay?\"

\"Are those your parents in there? Did you seriously bring your parents over to my restaurant?! Are you nuts?\" Gerard explodes, sending a cloud of smoke into Frank's face.

\"Yeah, I thought you could meet them,\" he answers naturally, pretending not to know how anxious it makes Gerard.

\"Why?\" He takes another drag. \"What made you think that I wanted to meet them? You're going home in a week and we won't see each other again, Frank!\"

\"Then it won't matter if you meet them. It's not the end of the world, Gee, it's just parents. Truth is, they asked me where I keep disappearing to. They want to meet you,\" Frank clarifies.

\"This is a very bad idea,\" Gerard murmurs, shaking his head. Still, he finishes off the cigarette and accepts Frank's hand to go back inside, past the kitchen, into the dining area.

Frank smiles at his parents, they smile back; when he turns to smile at Gerard, he looks like he's gonna throw up. In the end, everybody is on their best behavior and they keep up conversation for about twenty minutes before Gerard has to go back to work. He goes back smiling.

**

They're at the lighthouse again. It's been a long but amazing evening, since Gerard met up with Frank at the ice cream parlor, having walked aimlessly for hours and ending up there. They're holding hands; they have been for like two hours, after their first sunset together. The sky was cloudy, though.

But now the sky is clear again and they can see the stars shining back at them.

\"You know what I was thinking?\"

\"It's really nice here,\" Frank says at the same time and they both stop talking, looking away embarrassed.

Then they're silent again until Frank tries to ask, \"So what is it?\"

But Gerard interrupts him with a kiss.

Pulling away from the bumping noses and clashing teeth, Frank looks to the side again. That was an awkward kiss. He has been staring at Gerard's mouth before but he hasn't said anything about it. He just secretly wanted to kiss Gerard.

\"Hm, sorry,\" Gerard says, making Frank turn his head back to him again. The surprise comes when Gerard kisses him again, only this time it actually goes well. Frank doesn\u2019t pull away. <\/i>

**

On Friday, Frank wakes up to his cell phone ringing. He doesn't recognize the number, so he considers not picking up. After all, his back is still sore and there's a crick in his neck, so he hasn't really slept well. It's tempting to just ignore it.

Then he realizes that he doesn\u2019t have Gerard's number, so he hurries to answer the phone. \"Hello?\"

\"Tou, Maria? J\u00e1 foste \u00e0 oficina buscar o carro?\" a strange, piercing voice asks.

\"I'm sorry, what?\" Frank replies groggily.

\"Wrong number!\" the woman sing-songs in a funny accent, ending the call. Frank just stays there frowning at the beep until he puts the phone back on the bed.

He sighs and lays back down, relaxed and ready to sleep some more, but the damn phone rings again. Frank groans and picks it up really quick, just yelling his phone number into the receiver and asking, \"You sure you have the fucking right number?\"

There's a long pause afterwards and he's ready to hang up, when the person says, \"Hm, Frank? Is that you?\"

\"Yeah, who is this?\" It's a male voice this time, calm, not strident. Frank thinks he knows it, but he can't really place it.

\"It's Gerard?\"

\"Oh, hi, why are you calling me?\"

\"You did give me your number, I thought you wanted to talk, but I can call you later, if you prefer,\" Gerard says still calm.

Frank sighs. \"No, let's talk now. You must have something important to tell me if you're calling me this early.\"

\"I kinda do, actually,\" Gerard responds, before making a sound like he's clearing his throat. \"I wanna apologize for what I said the other night. We didn't just have fun together.\"

Frank sits up on the bed, rubbing his forehead. \"Yeah, but you still didn't expect to see me again. That actually hurt.\"

\"We weren't supposed to try to find each other and, even if I wanted to, I didn't know how to find you,\" Gerard retaliates, with a sigh. \"I'm sorry it hurt you, but I didn't\u2212\"

\"You could have at least seemed happy to see me, though,\" Frank argues back. He doesn't want to hear any excuses or apologies. He's tired of feeling miserable and this isn't helping, it's just making him feel worse.

\"I was just surprised. No matter what it seems like, it took me some time to forget you.\" There's a small sigh and a pause, which Frank puts an end to.

\"You did forget, though.\"

**

They're on the beach, bare feet buried in the sand, but the most comforting feeling is Gerard's arms around Frank's shoulders. It's the middle of the second week and they've been out the whole night. It has happened more often than they once thought, but spending time together is just unforgettable.

Gerard tightens the embrace. \"I just wish we could stay like this forever.\" <\/i>

**

\"I didn't really forget,\" Gerard utters.

\"You just moved on,\" Frank says bitterly. He doesn't want any false hope from Gerard's words. They're touching, but if it's to end in heartbreak, he doesn't want it. He's been thinking too much about it for the past months.

\"I had to, Frank.\"

\"Life goes on, right, blah blah blah,\" Frank retorts with a scoff. He doesn't want to hear what Gerard's saying, because he thinks it's all bullshit.

\"Why are you so mad at me? I didn't do anything that we didn't agree on,\" is the answer.

\"Maybe I don't wanna tell you why, or at least on the phone,\" he replies mysteriously.

\"What does that mean?\" Gerard asks, sounding confused.

\"If you wanna find out, I'll be at the lighthouse at midnight.\" Frank hangs up.

**

There's a crowded ferry boat passing by. Frank's by the lighthouse, taking pictures of it. He's in town with his parents, on their vacation time, and already bored of being on the beach after only a day. He went for a walk and brought his camera, thinking he would see something worth of being photographed. There're many awesome sights, actually, and the ferry is one of those.

The lighthouse is another, the setting sun reflecting on the red paint. Then there's the guy sitting in the shadow of it, but Frank doesn't dare to take pictures of him. He looks so focused, not moving at all, that it'd feel like invading his privacy.

Frank's too busy staring at the guy to see where he's going and kicks a small rock, making an embarrassing noise. The guy looks up and Frank blushes, starting to turn around to leave. There's a voice, though, \"You don't have to go.\"

\"I didn't mean to disturb you, or bother you,\" Frank hurries to respond, but the guy is smiling. It's actually very disconcerting.

\"Hi,\" he says and waves a bit. Frank doesn't have time to wave back because the guy's talking again. \"I'm Gerard.\"

Frank hums a greeting and nods. He's decided to just keep taking pictures of the ocean and the rocks and the lighthouse. The ferry boat is already gone and the silence it leaves behind makes Frank more aware of the other person and his sounds. He seems to be drawing as the wind ruffles the papers of his sketchpad. Frank notices how the wind also ruffles his hair and can't resist the urge to take his picture. It's only from the side, but it doesn't take away any of his appeal.

He moves around and discreetly snaps a few more pictures of Gerard from other angles. He doesn't lose his composure until Frank gets closer and the flash hits his eyes; he looks at Frank. He doesn't talk until his eyes are on the sketchpad again. \"Are those any good? Can I see them?\"

\"I'm sorry I didn't ask you or anything, but they're actually pretty awesome. Here,\" Frank says and hands over the camera so Gerard can see them, sitting down next to him.

\"These aren't bad.\" Gerard looks up and smiles. As he shifts, the sketchpad on his lap slips and falls to the ground in front of Frank. He notices the familiar design of his backpack and realizes that the shape on the sheet is supposed to be him, taking pictures.

\"Why are you drawing me?\" he asks. He's surprised that Gerard's drawing him because he hasn't seen Gerard look up at him, then again the picture is from behind.

\"Probably the same reason why you're taking pictures of me,\" Gerard replies, smiling. Frank grins back and ends up laughing, starting to feel the click of their connection. He hands back the sketchpad and just leans back on his hands and relaxes. <\/i>

**

Frank gets to the lighthouse a few minutes before midnight. At one thirty, Gerard still hasn't shown up.

He's sitting down watching the ocean waves crashing against the rocks, an empty beer bottle by his crossed feet and cigarette butts scattered around him. He's disappointed that Gerard hasn't shown up because he really thought he'd be coming after that phone call. He's tired of waiting and knows it's time to leave, so he stands up and turns around.

And there's Gerard. He's standing there, leaning back against a big rock, unlit cigarette in hand.

\"You came,\" Frank says, surprised.

\"Yeah, I've been here for like an hour,\" Gerard replies.

Frank rolls his eyes. \"You've just been standing there for an hour?\" Gerard shrugs at that and Frank just asks, \"Why didn't you say something?\"

\"I didn't know what to say,\" is the answer. Gerard looks apprehensive as he puts the cigarette between his lips and his hand in his pocket. He must be looking for his lighter but Frank already has his own in his fist, so he acts fast, lighting the smoke for Gerard. \"Thanks.\"

The silence that comes next intensifies as Gerard walks closer to the lighthouse and sits down on the old wooden bench next to it. Frank stays put for a moment while he organizes his thoughts, then walks over and sits down next to Gerard when he's ready to talk.

**

\"What is this, Gerard?\" Frank asks as he sits up on the couch and wraps the thin blanket around his body. He's not really cold, just wants to keep the warmth Gerard left on him.

\"I dunno. Are you expecting something?\" Gerard asks in return, putting up his feet on the coffee table. He still has his jeans on, but they're undone and he doesn't make any move to button them. He just leans all the way back and looks up at the ceiling.

\"I'm only gonna be here for another two weeks,\" Frank replies with a shrug. \"And it was only a handjob anyway.\"

\"Yeah, that much I had figured out. So?\"

Frank huffs impatiently. Gerard's not cooperating at all with this conversation, he's mainly making Frank talk. So he does. \"So what, it just happened really fast. We met a couple of days ago and we're discussing the future already. I think we should enjoy it. Do you want it to happen again?\"

\"Are you sure you're not going to get too attached? After all, you are leaving soon,\" Gerard says, confusing Frank even more.

\"What, do you mean that this can't go on after I leave?\"

\"Honestly, I can't see it working out. You're just eighteen, we live in different states and you're going to college. Can't you just take it as a summer fling?\"

Can Frank take it as a summer fling? He's not sure himself, so he cannot answer to that question. He's already become quite attached to Gerard, despite having only known him for a few days. He's more interesting than anybody else he knows and he's a cook. And hot. Older, too, and experienced. He must have lots of tricks to show to Frank.

\"Can't you take it as something more?\" he suggests, hopefully.

Gerard shakes his head and looks up at the ceiling again. \"No, I take it for what it is. Something to enjoy while it lasts and to remember, rather than to live on.\" <\/i>

**

Frank exhales decidedly. \"Let\u2019s talk, then.\"

Gerard looks at him sideways. \"I know you don\u2019t wanna tell me why you\u2019re mad at me, but you could explain why you came back for me.\"

\"Because I missed you. I missed having a connection with someone, like we had. I guess I wanted to make sure that last summer meant something for you too,\" Frank replies. His voice comes out very daring, making Gerard look at him. \"But I\u2019m not really mad at you, just disappointed that you didn\u2019t want to see me again.\"

\"It\u2019s not that I didn\u2019t want to see you again. It\u2019s just that \u2013 it\u2019s been a year, you just don\u2019t restart something like that, as if nothing ever happened.\" Gerard's waving his hands around, sending a wisp of smoke into Frank's face.

\"So what happened?\" he asks.

\"You had to leave, Frank. You went to college and I stayed here\u2212\"

\"And got yourself a boyfriend. And a dog.\"

\"This isn't about Tissue. And I don\u2019t have a boyfriend.\"

\"What\u2019s Tissue? That guy said you lived together, so I thought\u2212\"

Gerard snorts and turns his face away from Frank's again. \"Well, you thought wrong. Ray\u2019s my boss and rents a room in my house. I live with Tissue, my dog, not really with Ray. Sharing a house is not living together.\"

\"But he said\u2212\" Frank starts, only to get stopped by a gesture from Gerard.

\"Are you jealous or something? I needed to move on. I couldn\u2019t keep living in the past and you shouldn\u2019t either. It\u2019s not good for you. It makes you look jealous and pathetic for no reason at all. It doesn\u2019t mean that I didn\u2019t like it or that I wanted to forget last summer. I wanted to see you again, I just didn\u2019t think you\u2019d come back here.\"

\"Well, I did come back.\" Frank pauses to breathe and make sure he asks the right question. \"I\u2019m here right now, but where did you go?\"

\"I didn\u2019t go anywhere. I just grew up,\" Gerard says, raising his voice.

Frank yells back. He's trying to make a point. \"So did I. Last summer, with you.\"

\"What does that mean?\"

\"I\u2019m not the kid you first met. But I still thought\u2212\" he stops himself. Gerard's kind of stonewalling him and Frank doesn't want to leave the scene feeling this way. He's upset, completely insulted that Gerard insists on seeing him as a kid, not able to see that Frank chose to come back. He just wanted to see if there was a chance that they could be together again. But in the end, it seems like Gerard still doesn't want that.

\"Well, maybe it was stupid to come back and expect things to stay the same. You never wanted it to be anything more than what it was in the first place and now it has<\/i> been a year. We\u2019ve lived separate lives. I shouldn\u2019t have thought that you\u2019d be just waiting for me, that was childish enough. I\u2019ll just go.\"

\"Frank, don\u2019t.\" Gerard starts reaching for Frank's wrist, but stops himself before they touch. He pauses and finishes off his cigarette instead. \"It was childish, but I guess in a way you were right. I\u2019m happy to see you. I\u2019m glad you\u2019re here.\"

\"But?\"

\"I don\u2019t know. I just don\u2019t know, Frankie.\"

**

\"Why do you even want to come with us? We've hardly even seen you in a year,\" one of his friends says, accusingly as Frank loads his bag into the car trunk.

\"Well, I went there last year with my parents and I really liked it, so I wanna go back,\" Frank replies easily, like there's no ulterior motive for this. \"And now we can hang out all the time again for these two weeks.\"

\"Yeah, Frank, whatever,\" the guy in the driver seat says. \"Just get in the car already.\" <\/i>

**

Frank's almost falling asleep on the beach, the sound of the sea and the screeching of the sea gulls lulling him so fast, when a shadow over his face brings him back to consciousness. He opens his eyes, ready to yell and throw a handful of sand at someone's face.

It's Gerard, though, so he just pushes himself up on his elbows. \"What are you doing here?\"

\"I\u2019m not stalking you, don\u2019t worry,\" Gerard says, with a smile, crouching down. \"I was just looking for you and came to the right place. I wanna talk to you about the other night. You just left.\" He pauses, standing up again and offering Frank his hand. \"You wanna go for a walk?\"

\"Sure.\" Frank shrugs and takes it. They walk for a little while, first on the sand, then moving to the nearest sidewalk in silence. It feels strange, since Gerard wanted to talk. \"So, you wanted to talk.\"

\"Yeah. I\u2019ve done some thinking and\u2212\" Gerard starts, scratching his head.

Frank waves him off. \"It\u2019s fine. You don\u2019t have to do this if you don\u2019t want to. I understand if you want me to leave. I came back without warning, anyway, so I\u2019ll go back home the same way.\"

\"That is not what I was going to say!\" Gerard exclaims. He sounds like he's defending himself. \"I\u2019ve been thinking and I\u2019m really happy that you\u2019re here. You came back for me, I shouldn\u2019t throw that away.\"

\"So what are you trying to say?\" Frank asks, anxiously.

\"I wasn\u2019t ready to see you when you first came back. I think I just needed to get used to the idea and that doesn't have to be a bad thing.\" His hand brushes against Frank's arm and Frank flinches away. He's not sure what Gerard's getting at. \"Not everybody comes back after a year, I know I certainly never have. So I think you\u2019re really brave for having done it, even if it made me a little insecure. No matter how confusing these days have been for me, I\u2212\"

\"Just spit it out, Gerard,\" Frank demands.

He obeys immediately, stopping and turning to Frank. He says, quickly, \"I wanna give it a shot. I liked what we had. I missed you, so now that you\u2019re here, it\u2019d be stupid to not take the chance.\"

\"So you mean that you want to\u2212\" Frank trails off, trying to get more information out of Gerard.

\"Yeah, I do, Frank. I mean, it won\u2019t hurt to try again.\"

\"Gee.\" Frank isn't sure of what to say. He just looks back at Gerard, trying to read him to figure out the real meaning behind those words. Or at least if he really means it. \"Are you sure about this?\"

\"Not really, I just\u2212\" Gerard stops talking and leans in for a kiss. Frank knows it because his face's just relaxed and familiar. He's seen it before; he recognizes it very well, even if it's been a whole year. It's his let-me-kiss-you face and it is very sweet. Frank can't deny him anything. Not after all this time and the struggle of the last few days.

They kiss.

They're really getting into it, hands wrapped around shoulders and arms, when a couple of kids run past and knock into them. Gerard stumbles into Frank and he tightens his grip on Gerard's shoulder to steady him. They break apart and laugh, watching the kids run away laughing. When they look at each other again, Frank knows he's found their new chance.

Fim ~ The End ~ Slut<\/b>
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Warnings:<\/b> some angst over graduation, sex at the garage.
Beta:<\/b> <\/a>kuriositet<\/b><\/a><\/span>

Summary:<\/b> You're So Dirty.

Author's Note:<\/b>I am sorry it took me so long to post something like this, but college has been bad. Now I'm done with it, for good!, so it'll be all about fanfiction the whole summer. I hope you're ready. Enjoy :D!


Dirty Like the Oil on your Hands<\/b>
by happilyappled<\/b><\/center>

The next two weeks were fully dedicated to the last days of High School. Finally Gerard was definitely happy that it would be over, that there would be no more stupid homework or useless papers to write or people to love\/hate him. That was why he and Frank went to every single class with a smile on their faces, to completely appreciate that mood of the final moments. It was very refreshing.

When the last week came, it was for real. It would all be over soon. It started a bittersweet feeling inside Gerard because he wouldn\u2019t have to please anyone, but he would have to leave his friends. More disheartening than anything was the fact that he would have to leave Frank as they would be going to different schools.

Gerard was going to Art School in New York City, which was maybe not the best school, but it let the students have the freedom they needed to do what they aspired to do. Another bonus point was that Gerard could afford the fees with the money his parents had stacked away for the occasion and wouldn\u2019t have to be too far away from his family. Especially his grandmother, who had always been a good influence to him.

Yet Frank was going to Florida with a scholarship to one of the finest Music Schools in the country. Gerard was happy for him, nonetheless. He would miss Frank terribly, of course, but it was for a very good reason. Gerard had often heard Frank daydream about studying music for real, about being the best at theory and practice to fulfill his dream of one day teaching someone else. Frank had always mentioned how he wanted to pass on to others that brutal passion he had for music, so Gerard was glad that he could pursue that dream, even if he had to do so in Florida.

There was still some time before they had to be separated for college, though. They still had the entire summer ahead of them.

Before that, on the last day of school, a Friday, Frank and Gerard went out at night with their friends. Along went Mikey and his friends. They didn't have a curfew or any restraints, so of course they enjoyed the night. High School was over, after all, so their goal was to have lots of fun. There was a gig at a bar one of Frank\u2019s friends owned; he had friends everywhere in the music scene, it seemed, which had always impressed Gerard a little.

The band was really bad, though, and the barely twenty people left watching weren\u2019t very excited. It definitely wasn\u2019t a surprise when Frank pulled Gerard towards the bar and said in his ear, \u201cThese guys are not<\/i> my friends.\u201d Gerard laughed.

At some point, the group of five close friends sat outside. They could still hear the music, but chose to ignore it. They had lost Mikey a long time ago, but it was nothing new; he was most likely making out with that senior girl. It happened often, and it didn\u2019t matter.

The group of three guys and two girls sat by the curb, and just enjoyed their time talking about the end of High School. They had had some great moments altogether, especially during the last two years since Frank had joined them and brought a whole new level of energy. He also made school suck much less, and he smiled shyly when Gerard mentioned it.

One of the girls was smoking and blew balls of smoke at their faces, claiming, \u201cYou guys suck a lot, though.\u201d Everybody laughed.

\u201cYou don\u2019t smoke,\u201d Gerard said assertively moments later, when Frank asked for a drag of the girl\u2019s cigarette after a moment of silenced laughs.

\u201cIt\u2019s never too late to try,\u201d Frank answered and took the white stick from her offering hand. He held it in front of his face and asked, smugly, \u201cI look kinda sexy, don't I?\u201d

\u201cOf course you do, Frankie,\u201d Gerard said with an eye-roll for company, and they all laughed again. When it quieted down, Gerard watched Frank as he took a drag of the smoke, making his very first attempt at it. Gerard had tried it once before, but he had been so drunk that he couldn\u2019t really remember much of it.

Suddenly, Frank was coughing awkwardly, taking urgent gulfs of breath to stop it. Gerard helped him with pats on his back and words of encouragement, but mocked his coughing when everything was alright again. It had been kind of funny.

The girls were laughing too, the smoker one getting her cigarette back from Frank. \u201cYou\u2019re so queer,\u201d she said.

Frank rolled his eyes and coughed one last time. \u201cEven High School experiments suck,\u201d he said, before starting his own fit of giggles and infesting everyone with it.

Then the moment was over and they kept talking their nonsense, but went back to serious talk to discuss summer plans and college projects. They all grinned at Gerard when New York City was mentioned. Frank looked at him proudly, as he had helped Gerard a lot in his last struggle to get to that desired Art School. Then, he said, \u201cYou made it, Gee. You defeated Algebra.\u201d

Afterwards, Frank kissed him quick and loud, and Gerard pressed his hands on Frank\u2019s sides, until they pulled away to stare at each other, with many feelings combined. They intertwined their fingers and kept hanging out with their friends until the night ended.

**

After that Friday, the summer arrived in full force. The sunny hot days were constant and pleased everyone in town, or so Gerard thought from the many smiles and joyful noises he heard on the streets. He spent the first two weeks of July working at the garage, while D, their employee, had some time off.

Very often, Frank came to visit around closing time. On those days, Gerard went home with him. They took a shower together because Frank\u2019s mother wasn\u2019t at home yet and obviously took advantage of their time alone to get dirty in the bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, or the main hall upstairs\u2026 really just anywhere.

When Gerard followed his usual routine of going home alone, taking a shower in his basement bathroom, Frank came to take him out if Gerard wasn\u2019t too tired, or if he was, they just hung out laughing at each other\u2019s antics.

Although some nights were sacredly reserved to Gerard\u2019s grandmother, since there wouldn\u2019t be much time to spend with her once Gerard went to New York City. They simply satisfied their plead for art together, though sometimes Gerard spoke to her about Frank and coping with college without him there. She always made him feel better, until Ms. Puss interrupted them and made Gerard shoo her away.

The day came when Gerard had to go to New York City to check the school out and hand in some more documents to make his registration official through presence and the payment of the first fee. His mother went with him so that they could see the dorms he wanted to apply to and wanted her to be happy about the place and main safety issues; motherly things, Gerard supposed. Frank went with them too, to show lots of enthusiasm for Gerard, who seemed sad to see Frank going to a different city, one so far away from him.

They explored every building there was to explore, took pamphlets when available just for the fun of it and discussed plans, choices and many other necessary details. When all was done, they took the train back home.

There, his mother went inside to make dinner, leaving Gerard and Frank to sit on the house porch with the sunset setting the ambiance before Frank went home. They remained silent for some time, enjoying the fresh air and watching the empty street. Until Gerard sighed, took Frank\u2019s hand to make him turn his head and lock their gazes. He said, \u201cI\u2019m sorry I can\u2019t really go to Florida with you, next week.\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s alright,\u201d Frank said, but Gerard still looked down. Frank had gone with him to New York City, so it was a shame that going with Frank was impossible for Gerard right now. \u201cMy mom wants to go and it\u2019s not like we can take her on that road trip we talked about.\u201d

\u201cYou think she would flip?\u201d Gerard asked to check once again that it was the truth.

Frank laughed crazily. \u201cI know she\u2019d flip, she isn\u2019t a car lover, anyway. She walks to work, Gerard.\u201d

\u201cI know, I was only asking.\u201d Gerard looked up again, toward the horizon this time because the bittersweet feelings were there again. Especially because he wanted to go to Florida, to experiment what Frank had felt in New York City. He sighed and looked at Frank\u2019s profile, to say, \u201cI could have bought the plane ticket, y\u2019know. I\u2019ve got some\u2212\u201d

\u201cNo, that\u2019s your parents\u2019 savings for your college years, remember?\u201d Frank noted, quite assertively. Gerard nodded, but still felt saddened by the idea.

\u201cBut my dad has been paying me for these summer weeks, so I could have used that,\u201d he argued. \u201cYou should have let me buy it. You came to New York City, you were there for me.\u201d

Frank smiled. \u201cI know, and I was happy to, but the situation\u2019s different. You know my dad\u2019s the one paying for this trip to fall in our good grace. We\u2019re gonna be staying with him, too. Like it\u2019s not enough that I\u2019ll have to live with him while in college.\u201d

\u201cI wish my mom would let me look for some stupid job there,\u201d he finished.

Gerard studied Frank, knowing his opinion about the man. Frank\u2019s father had left many years ago, and Gerard knew that Frank had never known the real reason why. He had gotten rich and still hadn\u2019t given a fuck to his family, leaving the mother\u2019s low wage as the only source for her and Frank, after he turned sixteen. They were lucky enough to have been able to keep the paid house after the divorce, but Frank still hated his father. Gerard was aware of that, which is why he said sweetly, \u201cThat\u2019s exactly why I wanted to be there for you. But I guess we have to get used to the distance.\u201d

Frank sighed after that remark, seeming deep in thought, and laying his head on Gerard\u2019s shoulder for a moment. Gerard put one arm over his shoulders and pulled him close in the silence that surrounded them. Maybe Frank was sulking about it, but Gerard hated that he had to feel like that, that they had to live away from each other after so many great months.

Then, Frank said, out of nowhere, \u201cYou think we\u2019ll stop talking once we get to college? I mean\u2212\u201d

Gerard interrupted him. \u201cI don\u2019t know. I don\u2019t want to,\u201d he said, kind of secretively. Truth was, he didn\u2019t like thinking about it. \u201cBut if we do, well, I just want you to be happy.\u201d

\u201cLiving at my dad\u2019s place?\u201d Frank scoffed, harsh, and straightened up again. \u201cI doubt it.\u201d

\u201cBut you can try, right?\u201d Gerard asked of him, trying to make Frank see that it would be for his own good. There was nothing else that Gerard would want for Frank\u2019s future, and he knew they would have to make some sacrifices. They had talked about that before, one of the times they had truly spoken of college and shared their feelings about it. Gerard knew Frank had understood that when he nodded, even though he was continuously picking at his nails.

Then Frank looked up at Gerard again and leaned forward, his eyes closed, so it was pretty easy for Gerard to meet up with him halfway. Their lips touched as another ray of sun torched in the sky and they kissed softly for a while, then it turned heavy. Gerard put his hands on Frank\u2019s face as they made out and soon felt Frank\u2019s arms sneaking around his waist, one hand up his chest.

It felt nice to just be alone with Frank and his kisses, because he sure loved them. Frank could be sweet or harsh, applying pressure when he wanted and letting go to give Gerard an opportunity to lead. Truth was, they always ended up running out of air and pulling away.

Looking into Frank\u2019s eyes made Gerard see what he loved so much about him. It was first and foremost the honesty within them and how the feelings stuck to them, letting Gerard read them clearly. He had had to learn how to do it, though, because Frank wouldn\u2019t let him in right away when they met, but with time came practice. Now Frank could hardly hide from Gerard what he was feeling, and Gerard was not pleased to read the uncertainty and the fear in them.

He wanted to keep them at bay. He started by a plead, hands still on Frank\u2019s face, caressing his cheekbones. \u201cStay the night.\u201d

\u201cI dunno, mom said Clive would be over for dinner again,\u201d Frank replied, a tip of sadness everywhere in his voice, and tried to look down, but Gerard stopped him.

He locked their eyes again and held the sunlight in Frank\u2019s for as long as he could. Frank didn\u2019t pull away. He looked so sad, but Gerard felt the same with their final day together so close, so he let Frank be that way.

There was only one way to make it better for now, which would come with the night. He insisted, \u201cShe won\u2019t need you. Please, stay.\u201d

Frank just nodded.

**

A couple more weeks went by, then another one, and August was hot and dry. Gerard didn\u2019t enjoy it, though. He was still waiting for a response about the dorms at the Art School in New York, which made him nervous enough. If he wasn\u2019t assigned to one, it would be difficult to rent an apartment or even just a room, or to drive to New York City and back every school day. And then there was Frank and his sad eyes.

It wouldn\u2019t be long until they really had to go their separate ways and it broke Gerard\u2019s heart every day. They had spent two amazing years together, done many different things, encouraged each other to always keep it real. It had been a very good experience, enlightening in the best way, because Frank had come into Gerard\u2019s life and turned it upside down.

Before he had been shy and close-minded and unaware, but then Frank came and brought with him the laughs, the awareness and the self-appreciation, amongst many other things that had better value when not mentioned. Gerard had fallen in love with that attitude quite easily, and he was more than proud of having held Frank\u2019s hand on several occasions. He didn\u2019t think anyone would ever make him feel the same.

Soon it would stop being a day-to-day pleasure, though, so Gerard dedicated himself to working at the garage with his father and D. It kept things off his mind for a while, busy with car problems and various solutions to them. Gerard didn\u2019t talk to Frank much during the day and hoped Frank kept himself busy as well, instead of dwelling too much on the bad things at hand. Hopefully, his summer job at a friend\u2019s music store helped him too.

They went out some nights, if they weren\u2019t too tired, others they just hung out, either alone, with friends or with family. It depended on the mood and on their day, obviously, but it always felt good. Especially when Frank was in that touchy-feely mood, so tender to Gerard, smiling lazily and embracing him so often, or in his horny mood, always wanting more and more.

Then came the last week Gerard was to work at the garage. It was definitely sentimental. The bittersweet emotions were stronger than ever and he divided his free time at the end of the day between packing his things with Frank and helping Frank packing his. It kept his mind off of those feelings, as well. Maybe he would learn how to cope with it eventually, or even to get over those things in his heart, just to make college something good, and not a punishment of any kind. Gerard hoped so, at least.

Suddenly it was Thursday, the day before Gerard started taking his boxes to the dorm he had been assigned to in New York City and the day before he had to see, hug and kiss Frank for the last time for three months. It pained him, honestly, and that day his mind was so full of Frank that it made his hands work very slowly. He kept sighing, too.

Gerard was currently wrapping up his work with an every-day Passat and the meticulous process of making sure it was well done and perfect took everything from him. He knew he was alone at the moment, because his father had gone out to test a car and deliver it to its owner, and he should pay attention to any costumers. Truth was, though, that he was wrapped up in that car because it was his last piece of work before college. It made him proud, too.

He was so focused that he jumped out of his skin at what he heard and felt next. \u201cHey baby.\u201d It was Frank and that sexy tone of voice, and his hands around Gerard\u2019s waist, and his definite hard on against Gerard\u2019s ass. Surprising at its best.

\u201cHello, Frank,\u201d he replied, casually. \u201cI didn\u2019t know you were coming.\u201d He had been under a propped up hood, but straightened up at the sound of Frank. Gerard turned his head as much as he could, too, completely trapped between his boyfriend and the car.

\u201cI didn\u2019t know myself. Surprise!\u201d Frank exclaimed in his ear. Gerard could feel his grin and the way his breath fell over Gerard\u2019s skin. \u201cYou can keep working. I\u2019ll stay here and watch.\u201d

Gerard laughed at that and saw Frank\u2019s grin go wider through the corner of his eye. \u201cWhat about the music store?\u201d

\u201cIt was my last day, so I was allowed to leave early, though I might have begged to leave. I wanted to see you before dinner,\u201d Frank explained, not moving a muscle away from Frank. Although it had nothing to do with it yet, those words reminded Gerard of how they were supposed to eat dinner at Gerard\u2019s house the next day: his parents, his grandmother, Frank\u2019s mother and even her boyfriend.

Frank seemed to be thinking of something else, though. \u201cWhere\u2019s your dad?\u201d

\u201cOut. He left to meet with a client, why?\u201d

\u201cWell, I guess I have great timing, then,\u201d Frank said only, followed by a familiar sound of metal. Gerard looked down immediately and found Frank unbuckling his belt, in quick movements. He looked up again when Frank continued, \u201cI believe this is your last day working here, too. Have you thought of saying goodbye to this place?\u201d

\u201cNo, I haven't, but\u2212\u201d Gerard tried, but Frank was still moving, unfastening his pants now.

\u201cNot a problem,\u201d Frank stated and Gerard could see his smirk perfectly. \u201cI have, and I had one hell of an idea.\u201d

\u201cFrank, you can\u2019t possibly mean\u2212\u201d But again Gerard wasn\u2019t able to finish due to Frank\u2019s actions. Now he was pressing his chest to Gerard\u2019s back and rolling one hand over Gerard\u2019s hips to his crotch, where he molded his hand and squeezed. \u201cFrank, seriously, my dad can come back anytime soon.\u201d

\u201cThen why are you wasting our time?\u201d Frank was grinning again and pressing himself against Gerard\u2019s ass, squeezing Gerard\u2019s balls together. And there was no surprise in how hard Gerard was getting, since he had everything that turned him on right there: Frank and his eagerness. \u201cIt\u2019s been a while since our last time together.\u201d

\u201cI know,\u201d Gerard half said, half moaned, rubbing himself on Frank\u2019s hand and dick. \u201cAnd it didn\u2019t really\u2212\u201d

\u201cGo that well, I know,\u201d Frank finished for him. Gerard moaned and threw his head back when Frank bit on his neck, fully hard now and totally wanting Frank to have him. That last time had been trying to get Frank to lose his ass virginity, but it totally turned out to be a bad idea. \u201cI guess some people just aren't supposed to bottom.\u201d

Gerard felt bad about it, all of a sudden, and tried to apologize again. Frank hadn\u2019t accepted it before and bluntly shut him up now, with a dry thrust of his hips, another bite on Gerard\u2019s neck and the unzipping of Gerard\u2019s overalls. \u201cYou, on the other hand\u2026\u201d

Gerard saw Frank biting his lip after that line and turned to the car to find his working cloth. He wiped his oily hands with it and brought them to Frank\u2019s hair to kiss the hell out of him, earning a moan in return. All the while Frank kept dealing with the overalls until they were around Gerard\u2019s ankles, Gerard in nothing but his black boxers. Soon they were down too and Gerard stood there, naked to his ankles while Frank was still fully dressed.

He felt a little intimidated and apparently Frank had a similar idea, because he said, \u201cYou look really vulnerable right now.\u201d Gerard felt Frank\u2019s hand snake to his front again and grab his hard dick, jerking him a bit, just teasing. It made Gerard moan, nevertheless, and Frank was suddenly all for kissing and biting his neck, before he said, \u201cAnd that\u2019s so fucking dirty.\u201d

\u201cDo your dirty work on me, Frank, please,\u201d Gerard pleaded in between moans. Frank was still touching him and pressed against his body, so how could he not? Yet that line triggered Frank into motion and he let go of Gerard\u2019s cock to get his own erection out. Gerard loved the sight of it, and the feeling of it against his bare ass. He leaned forward, hands on the engine in front of him, and waited for what he knew would come next.

Gerard heard Frank ripping two sachets, definitely a condom and lube, and turned his head to see it. Frank put on the condom with a special manner, it had always seemed to Gerard, because his hands were all jittery from how eager he was, yet Frank managed to do it slowly. Like he was teasing himself and teasing Gerard, and it was absolutely a turn-on.

Then, there was the usual silence and Gerard closed his eyes, waiting for it. Frank just pressed his tip in, no prepping at all. \u201cFuck me, Frank.\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019re so tight, Gee. You want me to prep you first?\u201d he asked, attentively. Gerard smiled at the intention, but shook his head and relaxed.

His back arched as Frank pushed in further, inch by inch, moan after moan. Gerard tried to encourage him with random noises. At first, it all went slowly, Frank all the way in, then thrusting carefully. Gerard surely recognized this way, trying to make sure he wasn\u2019t hurting, but he wanted more. He asked for it with moans and actual words and leaned further in to push his ass back towards Frank\u2019s thrusts. It resulted in deeper hits and oily hands, oily torso, oily stomach. After all, Gerard hadn\u2019t cleaned the area yet.

\u201cI'm getting motor oil all over me,\u201d Gerard complained, brushing the strands of hair that had fallen on his face aside. It certainly ended in getting oil on his cheek and Gerard could feel it on his mouth, too.

\u201cIt looks really good, though. Do you mind?\u201d Frank intervened and he was going so hard on Gerard that he shook his head in response. Frank started moving faster afterwards, setting a rough rhythm that Gerard could feel in his spine. It resulted in consecutive arches of his back and several moans, expressing a lot of pleasure, while it was pretty much basic instinct.

It was pleasurable just from being erratic, but a couple more thrusts found Gerard\u2019s spot dead-on and he gasped. He tried not to move so that Frank could hit that spot again, but it just wasn't enough. He had to do something. He chose to reach out for Frank and brought one hand back to Frank\u2019s ass to pull him in harder, his mind losing control as his bodily urges claimed it. When Frank got the hint and kept going at the same pace, Gerard brought his hand up to Frank\u2019s head and straightened up to kiss Frank\u2019s mouth clumsily. Frank\u2019s hands seemed to grab him everywhere after that kiss.

Gerard leaned back down and let it go, let Frank have his way with him and their moment. He closed his eyes. For some reason, suddenly, Gerard heard a cough and felt Frank shudder behind him, but it couldn\u2019t be Frank\u2019s orgasm because he usually clung to Gerard a lot. Gerard let it go with just a frown, though, and enjoyed the slide of Frank\u2019s cock inside him, moaning a little and starting to touch himself.

Then, he felt Frank stop moving.

Gerard tried to look over his shoulder and stand, tried to ask what was going on, but Frank had one hand on his neck pushing him down. He caught Frank\u2019s expression really quick and he was looking forward, not down. Gerard had no idea what was going on, so he grunted Frank\u2019s name. Frank ignored him, but said, \u201cHello, Mr. Way.\u201d

The blood in Gerard\u2019s body went ice-cold as he widened his eyes, realizing with terror that Frank was talking to his father. He was back already? How long had it been since he left? Gerard panicked and wriggled in every direction he could, aware that he looked completely ridiculous lying there with his overalls down to his feet and Frank hidden between his ass cheeks. Feeling his entire body flush with embarrassment, he gave up and just stayed where he was.

\u201cI\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t tell Gerard I was coming today, or you,\u201d he heard Frank say in a completely normal tone and wished he could slap that politeness out of him. Gerard\u2019s dad had just walked in on them having sex. Gerard\u2019s breath was suddenly very heavy while he prayed for his dad to just leave.

\u201cIt\u2019s ok, I don\u2019t mind your visits. And being Gerard\u2019s last day here and all\u2212\u201d His father\u2019s voice came to a halt and Gerard pressed his eyes closed even more to not look at anyone\u2019s face. Then, his dad continued, \u201cBy the way, where is Gerard?\u201d

\u201cHm, he\u2019s here,\u201d Frank replied and Gerard\u2019s mouth and eyes opened up wide at the same time without any permission from the naked nineteen-year-old. He tried to send Frank a hurtful glare, but he wasn\u2019t looking down.

\u201cDon\u2019t come any closer!\u201d Frank said all of a sudden, sliding further inside Gerard. He had to keep his mind busy enough to not make any embarrassing noise, because Frank had to brush his prostate again. He still heard his father\u2019s intrigued hum and just wanted Frank to end it soon.

\u201cGerard\u2019s here but he\u2019s kinda, y\u2019know, busy,\u201d he continued, calmly. Gerard could even see the smile on his face, as if sensing it hadn\u2019t been frustrating enough. Frank was acting all normal like they weren\u2019t having sex in Gerard\u2019s father\u2019s garage.

\u201cOh really, Gerard?\u201d If it wasn\u2019t embarrassing before, it definitely was now, because of course he wouldn\u2019t answer that. He didn\u2019t even want his father to know he had sex with Frank, let alone see them going at it. Gerard could imagine how many jokes his dad would make about that moment just to keep embarrassing his son. He rolled his eyes.

\u201cWell, I\u2019ll be in my office,\u201d his father continued, in a much louder voice. Gerard closed his eyes because he knew how mad his dad had to get to use it. \"You just\u2014\" Gerard could hear a frustrated noise and a sigh, and then, \"Whatever.\"

And by the sound of Frank\u2019s muffled giggle Gerard knew his father had left, then he heard the office door being closed. He groaned and threw a weak punch to Frank\u2019s hip. \u201cOh my God. Did you really just tell my dad we\u2019re fucking?\u201d

\u201cI didn\u2019t tell him that!\u201d Frank hissed in his defense, resuming his thrusts. However, not even the hit on Gerard\u2019s spot made him less annoyed, although he still moaned. He saw Frank\u2019s smirk afterwards. \u201cDon\u2019t lie to me. Wasn\u2019t it awesome?\u201d

Gerard widened his eyes again. There was only one answer to that question. \u201cNo.\u201d

\u201cHe knows we do it, Gee,\u201d Frank continued, accelerating his rhythm again, with grunts and groans of his own. Gerard sighed. He would never win that battle. He knew adrenaline was Frank\u2019s fucking middle name.

The faster pace and the eagerness Frank showed next turned Gerard on again. He pushed back against the thrusts to make it quick and remained quiet to avoid any further embarrassment. Looking at Frank, Gerard realized he wouldn\u2019t act differently in any situation. His father had already walked in on them kissing at the garage several times and Frank had always acted all natural and not-awkward, and apparently the same worked for sex. Gerard decided to let it go and just enjoy it again.

Frank was pounding him hard and fast, touching his cock, pulling his hair and mouthing at his skin. It was wonderful despite what had happened and Gerard moaned, as Frank pulled his torso up. They were making out in no time to try and keep the noise down, suddenly all tangled in each other as Gerard rode Frank\u2019s dick and Frank jerked him off. The garage air was filled with the slap of their sweaty bodies and the moans lost in the kiss. It was so intense Gerard could feel his skin quivering.

Very soon Gerard was coming all over Frank\u2019s hand and the car, throat releasing sounds he couldn\u2019t decipher due to Frank\u2019s tongue working on him too. There was nothing else he could do, though, Frank milking him through his climax and still fucking him so good. Gerard could only stay there, panting.

He let his torso fall down again, hands supporting him on the car gadgets, as Frank finished behind him. There was that fast rhythm, that eager way he fucked Gerard deep enough to make him shudder with the aftershocks. Gerard looked over his shoulder when Frank\u2019s tightened both hands around his hips and when his movements got less consistent, and watched Frank\u2019s face as his orgasm approached. He knew those squeezed shut eyes, that slightly opened mouth and that frown like no one else, Gerard was sure.

Frank\u2019s face changed with every thrust, his pace slowing down with every second, and Gerard really fucking loved the sight. Frank turned him on on so many occasions and made him do so many crazy things. Public places weren\u2019t Gerard\u2019s thing, but he had already gone past that boundary. First, in the red Corvette at the drive-in, then at the school parking lot, and now at the garage with his father so close and completely aware of what they were doing.

When Frank fell on top of Gerard, he interrupted those thoughts, but it wasn\u2019t any less good. Gerard was trapped between the car and Frank\u2019s body, and they both panted and rested for a while, but not for too long. They really couldn\u2019t.

Frank stood up and pulled out carefully, taking the condom off and wrapping it up in a tissue he got from his pants pocket. He zipped up while Gerard watched and pulled his boxers up, getting dressed again. Frank helped him with the overalls and said, \u201cGee, this was\u2212\u201d

\u201cSo good, I know,\u201d Gerard murmured for him.

\u201cIt was more than that. Thank you,\u201d Frank said and sounded like he totally meant it. He paused and smiled. \u201cI love you.\u201d

\u201cI know.\u201d Gerard used the usual reply that always meant so much more than just awareness of one\u2019s feelings. He relaxed and pressed his back to Frank\u2019s chest, feeling Frank\u2019s heart beating and Frank\u2019s kiss on his cheek. Gerard smiled and added, \u201cI love you too.\u201d

They stood there for a moment, Gerard\u2019s hands on his stomach and Frank\u2019s roaming up and down his sides. Gerard could hear movement in his father\u2019s office, but they always treasured that post-sex tenderness. Gerard loved how much they just enjoyed each other and the fading of their hormone high.

Frank turned him around at some point and wiped at Gerard\u2019s face, saying, \u201cYou\u2019ve got oil on your face. Lemme help.\u201d He did, and finished with a smile.

However, a door opened somewhere and Gerard stepped away from Frank\u2019s embrace, hurrying to send him an apologetic look to make him understand. His father\u2019s voice sounded and Gerard freaked out; what if there was someone else there? There was still cum all over the car, but Gerard focused on Frank\u2019s soft smile and soft kisses instead. When he saw his father, Gerard noticed he was on the phone and smiled back at Frank, earnestly.

Then, his father approached them to talk to Gerard, who blushed horribly while Frank laughed quietly. Gerard disguised it, though, picking up his work cloth again and wiping at the cum stains first. He didn\u2019t want to freak his dad out even more. \u201cWill you finish today?\u201d

The awkward tension was present and obvious when Gerard looked up at his dad to nod. He didn\u2019t dare to talk, really, or he would just stutter nonsense. Frank saved him, though. \u201cHe will. I\u2019ll just go home now. We\u2019ve got plans tomorrow, anyway.\u201d

Gerard cleared his throat. \u201cYeah, I\u2019ll call you later.\u201d

\u201cActually, I think Clive\u2019s coming for dinner and staying the night,\u201d Frank replied, rolling his eyes. Gerard knew that he approved of his mother\u2019s new boyfriend, nonetheless.

\u201cOk, you call me tonight then.\u201d Frank nodded and smirked, because with Clive around Frank had even more reasons to do some naughty talking to Gerard over the phone. He didn\u2019t mind.

Frank pecked his lips and left, brushing Gerard\u2019s hip on his way out. Gerard smiled sweetly, remembrances of that touch so vivid from other moments, until he realized that he had been left alone with his father. He blushed a lot more, in silence, not knowing if he should wait for something or keep working. His dad was staring at him pretty harshly, making Gerard gulp and wait for his words.

\u201cOne thing is a kiss, but walking in on this was definitely over the top.\u201d

Gerard looked down, then up again to try and defend himself. \u201cIt won\u2019t happen again. I didn\u2019t think you\u2019d be back so soon,\u201d he said.

\u201cThat\u2019s your excuse?!\u201d His father used that mad-loud voice again and Gerard shrank inside his overalls. He was suddenly swimming in very deep and scary ocean waters. Still and willingly quiet. \u201cWhat if someone else had come in and seen that? What would you have done?\u201d

He sighed. \u201cYou\u2019re lucky it\u2019s your last day here. And that you\u2019re going to college.\u201d

Gerard still didn\u2019t say anything. He just blushed and frowned, looking down at his hands.

His dad wasn\u2019t finished yet. \u201cI could see your bare ass from the door, Gerard. I saw much more than you think. I waited outside, then walked back in through the office. I sure hope no one else came in and witnessed that, for your own good.\u201d

He sure hadn\u2019t meant to be seen, but he agreed that they had been careless, not even closing any of the doors. He would beat himself up about that later and discuss those details with Frank on the phone. At last, Gerard got over his red cheeks and mumbled, \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d

\u201cYou will be when I tell your mother,\u201d his father said.

Gerard looked up in panic, wide eyes and his head already shaking in denial. \u201cDad, please, don\u2019t tell mom.\u201d

\u201cI have to, you know that,\u201d he said only, dismissing the moment with a hand gesture. \u201cGet over it.\u201d

Gerard gaped, but didn\u2019t react any further until his father left for the office again. Then he groaned and brought both of his hands to his head. He was seriously fucked. If his mom were to know of what had happened, he would have it hard and loud from her. Luckily, his grandmother was staying at their house till the weekend; she would defend Gerard.

Later that night, there was no naughty talk, no matter how much Frank complained about the noises at first. He only calmed Gerard down about his mother\u2019s very bad reaction, about how his grandma hadn\u2019t been supportive at all, and about how much Mikey had laughed at Gerard afterwards. Frank was a saint for that.
<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:happilyappled:33486","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/33486.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=33486"}}],"title":"MOVIE MEME - my kind of meme alright.","published":"2011-06-15T14:45:02Z","updated":"2011-06-15T14:47:20Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"random apples"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"meme"}}],"content":"Stolen from <\/a>jokerindisguise<\/b><\/a><\/span>


SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Copy this list, post to your LJ and paste this as a note. Then, put +'s next to the films you've seen, add them up and analyse the diagnosis.


(+) Rocky Horror Picture Show
(+) Grease
(+) Pirates of the Caribbean
(+) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest
( ) Boondock Saints
(+) Fight Club
( ) Starsky and Hutch
(+) Neverending Story
( ) Blazing Saddles
( ) Airplane
Total: 6

( ) The Princess Bride
( ) Anchorman
( ) Napoleon Dynamite
( ) Labyrinth
(+) Saw
(+) Saw II
( ) White Noise
( ) White Oleander
( ) Anger Management
( ) 50 First Dates
(+) The Princess Diaries
(+) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement
Total: 4

(+) Scream
(+) Scream 2
(+) Scream 3
(+) Scary Movie
(+) Scary Movie 2
(+) Scary Movie 3
( ) Scary Movie 4
(+) American Pie
(+) American Pie 2
( ) American Wedding
(+) American Pie Band Camp
Total: 9


(+) Harry Potter 1
( ) Harry Potter 2
( ) Harry Potter 3
( ) Harry Potter 4
(+) Harry Potter 5
(+) Resident Evil 1
(+) Resident Evil 2
(+) The Wedding Singer
( ) Little Black Book
(+) The Village
(+) Lilo & Stitch
Total: 7


(+) Finding Nemo
(+) Finding Neverland
(+) Signs
(+) The Grinch
(+) Texas Chainsaw Massacre
(+) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning
( ) White Chicks
(+) Butterfly Effect
(+) 13 Going on 30
(+) I, Robot
(+) Robots
Total: 10


( ) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story
(+) Universal Soldier
(+) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events
( ) Along Came Polly
(+) Deep Impact
( ) KingPin
( ) Never Been Kissed
(+) Meet The Parents
(+) Meet the Fockers
( ) Eight Crazy Nights
( ) Joe Dirt
(+) KING KONG
Total: 6


(+) A Cinderella Story
(+) The Terminal
(+) The Lizzie McGuire Movie
( ) Passport to Paris
( ) Dumb & Dumber
( ) Dumber & Dumberer
(+) Final Destination
(+) Final Destination 2
(+) Final Destination 3
(+) Halloween
(+) The Ring
(+) The Ring 2
( ) Surviving X-MAS
(+) Flubber
Total: 10


( ) Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle
( ) Practical Magic
( ) Chicago
(+) Ghost Ship
( ) From Hell
(+ ) Hellboy
(+) Secret Window
(+) I Am Sam
( ) The Whole Nine Yards
( ) The Whole Ten Yards
Total: 4


(+) The Day After Tomorrow
( ) Child's Play
(+) Seed of Chucky
(+) Bride of Chucky
(+) Ten Things I Hate About You
( ) Just Married
(+) Gothika
(+) Nightmare on Elm Street
(+) Sixteen Candles
(+) Remember the Titans
(+) Coach Carter
(+) The Grudge
(+) The Grudge 2
(+) The Mask
( ) Son Of The Mask
Total: 12


(+) Bad Boys
(+) Bad Boys 2
( ) Joy Ride
( ) Lucky Number Slevin (The Wrong Man)
(+) Ocean's Eleven
(+) Ocean's Twelve
(+) Bourne Identity
(+) Bourne Supremacy
(+) Bourne Ultimatum
( ) Lone Star
( ) Bedazzled
( ) Predator I
( ) Predator II
(+) The Fog
(+) Ice Age
(+) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
( ) Curious George
Total: 10


(+) Independence Day
(+) Cujo
( ) A Bronx Tale
(+) Darkness Falls
( ) Christine
(+) ET
(+) Children of the Corn
( ) My Bosses Daughter
( ) Maid in Manhattan
(+) War of the Worlds
(+) Rush Hour
(+) Rush Hour 2
Total: 8


( ) Best Bet
(+) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
( ) She's All That
( ) Calendar Girls
( ) Sideways
(+) Mars Attacks
( ) Event Horizon
( ) Ever After
(+) Wizard of Oz
(+) Forrest Gump
( ) Big Trouble in Little China
(+) The Terminator
(+) The Terminator 2
(+)The Terminator 3
Total: 7


(+) X-Men
(+) X-2
(+) X-3
(+) Spider-Man
(+) Spider-Man 2
( ) Sky High
(+) Jeepers Creepers
(+) Jeepers Creepers 2
( ) Catch Me If You Can
(+) The Little Mermaid
( ) Freaky Friday
(+) Reign of Fire
( ) The Skulls
( ) Cruel Intentions
( ) Cruel Intentions 2
( ) The Hot Chick
(+) Shrek
(+) Shrek 2
Total: 11


( ) Swimfan
( ) Miracle on 34th street
( ) Old School
(+) The Notebook
(+) K-Pax
( ) Krippendorf's Tribe
( ) A Walk to Remember
( ) Ice Castles
( ) Boogeyman
( ) The 40-year-old Virgin
Total: 2



(+) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring
( ) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers
(+) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King
(+) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark
(+) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
(+) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
Total: 5


( ) Baseketball
(+) Hostel
( ) Waiting for Guffman
( ) House of 1000 Corpses
( ) Devils Rejects
(+) Elf
(+) Highlander
( ) Mothman Prophecies
(+) American History X
(+) Three
Total: 5


(+) The Jacket
( ) Kung Fu Hustle
(+) Shaolin Soccer
(+) Night Watch
(+) Monsters Inc.
Total: 4


(+) Titanic
( ) Monty Python and the Holy Grail
( ) Shaun Of the Dead
(+) Willard
Total: 2

( ) High Tension
( ) Club Dread
(+) Hulk
(+) Dawn Of the Dead
(+) Hook
(+) Chronicles Of Narnia The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
(+) 28 days later
( ) Orgazmo
( ) Phantasm
(+) Waterworld
Total: 6


(+) Kill Bill vol 1
(+) Kill Bill vol 2
(+) Mortal Kombat
(+) Wolf Creek
(+) Kingdom of Heaven
(+) The Hills Have Eyes
(+) I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman
(+) The Last House on the Left
( ) Re-Animator
( ) Army of Darkness
Total: 8

(+) Star Wars Ep.I The Phantom Menace
( ) Star Wars Ep.II Attack of the Clones
( ) Star Wars Ep.III Revenge of the Sith
( ) Star Wars Ep.IV A New Hope
( ) Star Wars Ep.V The Empire Strikes Back
( ) Star Wars Ep.VI Return of the Jedi
( ) Ewoks Caravan Of Courage
( ) Ewoks The Battle For Endor
Total: 1


(+) The Matrix
(+) The Matrix Reloaded
( ) The Matrix Revolutions
( ) Animatrix
( ) Evil Dead
( ) Evil Dead 2
( ) Team America: World Police
(+) Red Dragon
(+) Silence of the Lambs
(+) Hannibal
Total: 5

Grand Total= 142 movies

Apart from those that are NOT in this list! And there's dozens of them, he, so I really have no life. Or maybe I should procrastinate less. Yeah, that's the best conclusion.<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:happilyappled:33231","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/33231.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=33231"}}],"title":"Happy Birthday, Erika!","published":"2011-04-14T07:55:38Z","updated":"2011-04-14T08:19:28Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"gerard way"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"frank iero"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"happy birthday erika!"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fanfiction"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"my chemical romance"}}],"content":"Disclaimer:<\/b> My characters, their own looks.
Pairing:<\/b>Frank\/girl!Gerard
Warning:<\/b> 3k. Fluff. Gee's a girl. Pregnancy.

This is for Erika's birthday. It's like her present.
Last week, I realised I hadn't prepared anything as spectacular as last year's video, and that it can never be beated. I still decided to write you a story, because you were infatuated with girl!Gerard once, told me about it and the story just wanted to make itself known. It's just full of fluff, and details about pregnancy, I suppose. I'm sorry it's longer than 500 words, but they kept coming out. There's pictures as well.
I hope you have a happy birthday and an amazing year. You know how I feel about you, and if you don't, I'd rather tell you about it in private. Nobody needs to know about it before you. I love you.
Happy Birthday. And please, enjoy <3 <\/i>


Untitled:
Frank Iero gets Geena Way pregnant and she carries a lot of surprises.<\/b>




PART 1<\/b> \u2013 Pregnancy<\/i><\/center>

\u201cFrank, I\u2019m pregnant,\u201d she says, serenely. She\u2019s Geena Way, married to Frank Iero. She\u2019s been practicing for the pregnancy revelation for a long time now and it is finally here.

For the past year and a half, she has taken several pregnancy tests that turned out negative, she has missed her period several times as well but it turned out to be merely late. Yet she would always tell Frank that it was real, that she was pregnant, even when she wasn\u2019t.

\u201cSure you are, Gee,\u201d Frank says to her, not even looking up from his book. It was a lie a few times before, so Gee isn\u2019t surprised at all with his reaction. Frank believed her the first three times, then he just assumed she was bullshitting him.

\u201cOkay,\u201d is her only answer.

It has been a lie so far, but now it\u2019s the truth. Yet she won\u2019t get too worked up about it. They\u2019ve wanted to have a baby ever since their first anniversary, but the excitement hasn\u2019t kicked in yet. For now, Gee is still taking the news in.

She goes back to the en-suite bathroom. They\u2019re staying at a motel in the middle of Charleston, SC, on a road trip from New Jersey to Florida for their spring vacation. It is more relaxing than anything else and now there are new things to absorb till they get back home. They should be fine, though, she thinks as she stares at the three positive pregnancy tests in the sink.

Gee has no idea how much time she spent there just staring at them, because she can only feel Frank sliding behind her. He\u2019s sliding snaky hands around her middle and his fresh breath against her neck, but she barely moves. She just turns her head to look at him, instead of at the sink.

Their eyes meet in the mirror and Frank smiles at her, that smug smile she knows so well. This time, however, she doesn\u2019t smile back. Looking at Frank\u2019s face makes her realize what\u2019s happening; she is pregnant with his child. Apparently it should be a wonderful thing, but knowing that Frank has no idea it\u2019s actually true makes her think like it\u2019s nothing.

Until he looks down for whatever reason and steps back, away from Gee\u2019s body. She shivers, having no recollection of having felt warmer when he slid behind her. She focuses on his eyes as they widen and look back up at her, then she shows him a small, I-told-you-so grin. He doesn\u2019t respond.

\u201cYou\u2019re pregnant,\u201d he says simply. Frank looks down at the sink, picking up one of the sticks, then looks back up at her, and repeats it. \u201cYou really are pregnant.\u201d

\u201cI was trying to tell you that, Frank, Jesus.\u201d

**



PART 2<\/b> \u2013 8 weeks pregnant: Baby<\/i><\/center>

\u201cFrank, I really am pregnant,\u201d a very naked Gee says in front of the full-length bedroom mirror. She\u2019s been standing there for hours now, after their first prenatal appointment, just lifting her t-shirt and lowering it back down. She\u2019s trying to see if there are any signs of their miracle.

He walks closer to her, from his spot by the door. He approaches quickly and feels her tummy. It\u2019s no longer flat. There\u2019s a bump now and it\u2019s really hard to touch, like a rock, not a baby.

There\u2019s actually a baby in there; Frank\u2019s baby. <\/i>

\u201cFucking finally,\u201d he says while getting down on his knees, touching her tummy again and lowering a kiss there. He puts his ear against it, but Gee knows he won\u2019t hear or feel a thing. She knows she<\/i> can\u2019t feel anything different yet, at least apart from the way her waist expanded or how her breasts are fuller.

\u201cWe\u2019re having a baby<\/i>,\u201d Frank pulls her out of her thoughts. She smiles. She wants this as much as he does, anticipation starting to crawl across her skin, especially after the OB told them everything was running fine. It was certainly calming.

\u201cI\u2019m having a baby,\u201d she says funnily, wiggling her eyebrows.

He grins at her, from below her navel, and starts getting up. He doesn\u2019t do it without a second kiss to her tummy and a secret whisper that tickles against her skin. Then, he moves his hands up and kneads her breasts softly, knowing how sensitive they\u2019ve become. He must know that his touch will always be Gee\u2019s weakness, especially when he\u2019s willing to kiss her for the rest of the night.

**



PART 3<\/b> \u2013 15 weeks pregnant: Ultrasonography<\/i><\/center>

\u201cHm, okay,\u201d the OB says.

Gee\u2019s in the doctor\u2019s office again. Before they started the ultrasound, the doctor said they might find out the twins\u2019 sex if they get close enough. Gee\u2019s excited, and beside her Frank\u2019s just staring at the two women. She knows he\u2019s trying to show security, but he must be pretty nervous. Gee hopes so, at least.

However, that second line from the doctor spread pure anxiety. At first, the OB said that the two fetuses are growing normally and their hearts keep beating steadily. They found out about the second baby in the previous ultrasound, when a shadow became a head and then a full body. There wasn\u2019t much of a surprise there, since both Gee and Frank have twin relatives.

\u201cThis is interesting,\u201d the doctor intervenes again.

\u201cIs there something wrong with the babies?\u201d Frank asks immediately, from beside Gee.

She slaps his arm vehemently. \u201cShut the fuck up, you\u2019ll jinx it!\u201d Frank smiles fondly at her. She pouts at him. Gee\u2019s aware that her mood swings have been constant and brutal, from needy to angry in two minutes, but Frank always smiles at her in that sweet way. It calms her down, as usual.

Yet she knows she worries too and lifts her head from the table. She looks at the ultrasound screen, trying to see something, but it\u2019s like looking at a wall.

\u201cNo, nothing\u2019s wrong,\u201d the doctor continues. \u201cBut I do see something I haven\u2019t seen before in your ultrasounds.\u201d

She finds Gee\u2019s eyes immediately, then looks at Frank and makes Gee lean back again and look at him as well. He\u2019s not smiling anymore, making Gee nervous. Is he seeing something she isn\u2019t? Could he see something in that screen and not tell her<\/i>?

\u201cIt might explain why your tummy seems bigger than your friend\u2019s,\u201d the OB insists.

Gee\u2019s still looking at Frank. His head\u2019s tilted to one side and his eyes, narrowed. He is<\/i> seeing something she isn\u2019t, and it pisses her off. So much that she pinches his arm, twice. He doesn\u2019t seem to care, though, as he says, \u201cIs that-\u201d

\u201cTriplets, I suppose.\u201d Gee\u2019s head snaps in the doctor\u2019s direction. Triplets<\/i>, as in three babies? Two is fine, it runs in the family, but Gee has never even heard of multiple pregnancies in their town<\/i>, let alone in their bloodline. She couldn\u2019t be having three babies, that\u2019s impossible.

\u201cYep, there\u2019s three of them,\u201d the voice confirms Gee\u2019s questions.

Gee lifts her head again and looks once more at the monitor. There are shadows in there, that\u2019s for sure, something she\u2019s used to see. Something she knows shows what\u2019s inside her, the babies growing in her womb. She knows that by now, and she does the counting again, as the doctor moves the transducer across her clammy tummy. Baby number one\u2019s lying on the left side of her belly and baby number two is just across from the first one, and then the OB changes the angle again. Upwards. Oh.

Gee\u2019s eyes widen of their own accord.

She turns her head back at Frank. He\u2019s grinning, the fucker, how can he<\/i>? Gee groans and punches him hard<\/i>. \u201cWhy\u2019d you DO THIS to me?\u201d

**



PART 4<\/b> \u2013 25 weeks pregnant: Photography<\/i><\/center>

Gee feels really happy today.

She has Frank and her big tummy now, with three kicking babies inside. She can feel them moving every morning and Frank\u2019s always there to wrap around her from behind and place his hand below her navel. He wants to feel it too and she knows he can; she knows it from the way he\u2019s always smiling and wanting to touch her there.

They are celebrating four years as a married couple.

They have wanted a baby ever since their first anniversary, and it\u2019s real now. Three times real, but it truly feels like a blessing. Gee was more than glad to gestate Frank\u2019s babies for him, his two girls and a boy that still needed the perfect names. They sit for as long as they can in the under-construction nursery talking about it, about all the possibilities that they love and all the references they could make in their choices.

For the occasion, they asked a friend to photograph them in their house.

Seven years together, four of them in a marriage, is a long time these days and Gee knows she doesn\u2019t want to be anywhere else. She has Frank and their babies, and that\u2019s all she needs right now. They are blessed with a great family, have been blessed ever since they met during college, and nothing would ever change that. It feels that way, now, and every day of Gee\u2019s life.

The friend, Bill, photographs them naked and very pregnant on the living room couch, Frank kissing and hugging her from her side, in between other shots. He photographs them in the nursery, beside the crib with Frank kneeling in front of Gee and kissing her expanded tummy, and by the ultrasound images on the wall, with Frank standing behind her and wrapping his hands around her stomach. And also in their bedroom, red satin where they usually sleep, with both of them on their sides facing each other and Frank\u2019s hand caressing her ribs.

The last picture, curiously by the front door, is of Frank kneeling again in front of Gee. He has his hands on her sides and his chin on the curve between her belly and her breasts, looking up at her with a smile. He looks so proud of what they\u2019re doing, and Gee can only smile back at him. She knows this will be her favorite picture. It\u2019s all about what they feel, and Bill captures it in more than one shot.

I love you<\/i>, she mouths at Frank between the second and the third flash. The camera probably gets the best moment between the two lovers, as Gee caresses Frank\u2019s temple sweetly and the flash shoots one last time.

**



PART 5<\/b> \u2013 32 weeks pregnant: Delivery<\/i><\/center>

There\u2019s an IV stuck to her hand. There\u2019re patches on her chest, controlling her heartbeat. There\u2019s a belt around her tummy to monitor the babies\u2019 hearts. The Hospital room is filled with too many things, but Gee\u2019s face is totally serene. They have been anticipating and preparing for this for a long time.

The c-section had been scheduled for her 36th week of pregnancy, and that would be four weeks from now, but the real contractions betrayed them a few hours ago. They were in the kitchen, having breakfast in another regular Sunday, when Gee\u2019s pyjama pants got soaked. She looked down at herself and told Frank that maybe she had pissed herself, but the way his eyes widened was enough. And now, around four hours later, here they are.

They aren\u2019t worried, just because the contractions forced them to get this pregnancy over with sooner than the expected. The OB warned Gee and Frank once that multiples were always born prematurely, and that it isn\u2019t something that a NICU and proper parents care can\u2019t fix.

Gee sighs. She knows what is happening, knows why they made her lie on her side. They\u2019re just inserting a needle in her lower back, introducing a catheter into her spine to later give her pain relief. It\u2019s the usual epidural process, and these doctors have done it a lot by now. Gee knows this, yet her mood isn\u2019t the best.

The contractions have been bothering her ever since her waters broke and they\u2019re pretty intense, worse than the pre-pregnancy menstrual cramps and than the Braxton Hicks contractions she\u2019s been feeling for five whole weeks. And of course she\u2019s in pain; there\u2019s a tube inside her spine<\/i> and it bothers her a lot. It\u2019s more than just mood swings or hormonal lack of control. She\u2019s pissed at what all women have to go through when they\u2019re about to give birth to a baby. Or three, in her case.

\u201cDo you feel anything?\u201d Frank asks her. She\u2019s grasping his hand so tight that she thought he could figure it out quickly, but he doesn\u2019t. He prefers to ask her<\/i>.

She scowls at him, feeling sore everywhere. \u201cYeah, it fucking hurts, you moron,\u201d she replies. Gee knows it\u2019s an angry answer and that Frank doesn\u2019t deserve it, as he\u2019s been there for her every step of the way.

He woke her up every morning with breakfast in bed, he put pillows under her feet before they swelled up to death, he filled her cravings of strawberries or ice cream or apple pie even when she woke him up in the middle of the night. Frank has also gone to every prenatal appointment, watched every video there is to watch, bought every book in the store about being pregnant and having a baby, he\u2019s been following her every request for the past eight months. He doesn\u2019t deserve being yelled at.

She squeezes Frank\u2019s hand softer now as they became quiet, an apology for having been so hormonal just now, and during her entire pregnancy. Frank doesn\u2019t seem to care, though; he has always held her when she was needy, has always done everything without Gee asking anything of him. If that isn\u2019t love, she doesn\u2019t know what is.

Frank looks down at her and finds her eyes, at the same time as the lower part of her body starts to feel better, number, and the doctors let her lie down on her back again. Frank smiles. The moment\u2019s nearer than ever. They\u2019re gonna be actual parents, of three wailing babies for the rest of their lives. They smile at each other, happily listening to the heartbeats coming off of that monitor by the bed.

\u201cAre you okay?\u201d he asks a question once more. Gee feels that he\u2019s just making sure that she\u2019s not mad at him for any reason, and she nods with a smile.

Yet to be really honest, she has to admit to him, \u201cI\u2019m hungry, though.\u201d

Frank actually laughs at her. \u201cWe didn\u2019t have a proper breakfast yet, of course you\u2019re hungry. I\u2019ll fix you a fucking Spanish breakfast, with all the meat and fat included, as soon as we get out of here.\u201d

She laughs along with him, knowing he\u2019s already thinking where the closest and grossest restaurant is. She knows Frank very well, indeed.

Gee\u2019s relaxed on the bed, even though she can still feel her contractions. She feels something cold against her tummy and sees a nurse covering her in something, but anything past her navel is completely out of sight. Her huge belly has to fit three babies, after all, and judging by the ultrasounds and the doctor\u2019s supposals, they aren\u2019t that small.

She suddenly feels a kiss on the top of her head and closes her eyes when Frank says, \u201cI\u2019m so proud of you, Gee.\u201d She smiles. She wants to say something back, but the surgeons are in the room claiming that they\u2019re all ready for the c-section. They are ready to begin.

Gee looks out for Frank\u2019s hand again and squeezes.

**



PART 6<\/b> \u2013 4 weeks old: Victory<\/i><\/center>

The triplets are going home!

They had spent four weeks under proper Hospital care, because they were born really fragile, the identical girls around 18 inches long and 3 pounds, and the boy 18 3\/4 inches and exact 4 pounds. They were so tiny, Gee remembers, in the nurses\u2019 arms when she saw them for the first time, not able to touch them yet due to their state. Truth is, between birth and today, the babies stayed in separate incubators to gain weight and stability.

Gee and Frank have watched them grow significantly over time.

Gee remembers introducing them to their parents and telling everyone about their names; Leia for Frank\u2019s favorite fiction character, Ariel for Gee\u2019s, and Noah in reference to the first movie they saw together on a date. It was nothing fancy, but it meant something to the couple, something only they needed to know about.

Gee remembers holding them for the very first time, receiving one by one from the nurse\u2019s hands. Each one of them fit perfectly in her palms, one supporting their heads, the other supporting their bottoms, held tight against her chest. They should recognize her motherly smell after that, the nurse had told them. Gee was told to hold the babies between her blouse and her skin, and she did just that, watched closely by Frank. He never left her side, never stopped caressing their babies\u2019 skin or her raven hair if she sniffled.

Gee remembers their first bottle feeding, so delicate and paused. She had tears in her eyes as Frank watched her closely yet again, looking like he was sponging it all into his mind, guarding it forever as memories and knowledge. Gee sure was. Then, afterwards, Frank held each one of them when she was finished with the bottle of milk, previously extracted from her very swollen breasts. Gee watched as he held them cautiously, waiting for them to belch, looking so scared because neither of them had been taught exactly what it would be like. It was amazing.

It still is.

Now they\u2019re going home. The babies can already breathe on their own, be fed properly by bottle or by breast, their body temperature remains stable in a normal ambiance and they already stay awake and aware for some time. They are all ready.

Gee and Frank need help carrying the three car seats and loading them into the backseat of their huge truck, but they do so with a smile over their faces. They\u2019re as careful as they can be, not forgetting to double-check all the security measures they must follow for their children\u2019 sake. Children<\/i>; that acknowledgement still bewilders Gee every time she gives it any thought.

They say goodbye to everybody and get in the car.

The ride home is silent. Gee sits on the passenger seat, constantly looking back to the backseat. She can\u2019t believe this is true. Her babies are alive and healthy, she isn\u2019t pregnant anymore and Frank is still by her side. She has all the reasons to be the happiest girl ever alive. Perhaps busy and still sore, but she thinks she\u2019s ready.

The future seems brighter with the three quietly sleeping angels behind her and her favorite human and humane god beside her, in the driver\u2019s seat.

Frank stops the car when they pull in to their familiar driveway and smiles at her thoroughly. He\u2019s so beautiful when he looks at her, all his splendor from college times still there after seven years of adulthood and four weeks of actual fatherhood. He\u2019s certainly more proud and more responsible than ever, and that is the most attractive thing Gee has seen in her life.

Frank still surprises her every day. That\u2019s something special, she knows it.

This time, he just leans forward to kiss her fully on the lips and tell Gee that he loves her. She knows that, but closing her eyes and listening to those words in his foggy voice is Heaven every single time. She loves him too and replies back, properly.

\u201cYou think we\u2019re ready?\u201d she asks, afterwards, eyes open wide now. Frank pauses to think about his response. Gee loves when he does that and watches his face relaxe until he hits realization.

\u201cThey\u2019re finally here,\u201d he says at last, motioning for her hand and holding it gently. They smile. \u201cAnd ready or deluded, I\u2019m just really fucking excited!\u201d

\u201cHey, dirty mouth,\u201d she warns him. He knows what she thinks of Frank cursing in front of the babies, she told him already, so he grins mischievously at her. She tilts her head to the side at him, only slightly disapproving.

Then, they turn their heads at the same time to the backseat, following a petite cry. They coo in return and Gee unbuckles her seatbelt. \u201cLet\u2019s go, babies, we\u2019re home.\u201d

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Beta:<\/b> my friend Janice, who doesn't own an LJ account.
Warning:<\/b> I believe you can call it S&M, then Frank turns mushy.

Summary:<\/b> You're so Dirty.


Dirty Like the Flick of your Wrist<\/b>
by happilyappled<\/b><\/center>
It was already Saturday evening.

\u201cTomorrow morning, it\u2019ll be just you and me. It should be good,\u201d Frank told Gerard by the bedroom door. They were now officially alone at home. Gerard\u2019s parents had gone to a wedding in the morning and would be out for the entire weekend. Gerard\u2019s grandmother had come that morning but had gone back home after dinner, to her usual plans of book clubs, painting or sculpting. Gerard\u2019s brother had gone out too, to spend the rest of the weekend at a friend\u2019s house. Gerard didn\u2019t really dislike the idea. He actually thanked Mikey was actually thankful towards Mikey, because now he could play boyfriend with Frank in an empty house.

\u201cIt\u2019s got to be better than today,\u201d Gerard replied, remembering what he could of the last twenty hours.

**

Saturday morning, Gerard woke up to something. It seemed to be a voice, but it could come from the bottom of the dream he wasn\u2019t having. The more Gerard woke up, the sharper the voice became, and it was his mother\u2019s voice calling for him, only someone else groaned. He opened one eye and saw her shaking Frank awake, definitely mistaken. He asked, \u201cWhat are you doin\u2019, ma?\u201d before lifting his head from the pillow.

\u201cOh, sorry,\u201d she claimed, drawing back her hands and looking down at the bed. \u201cI didn\u2019t see you on that side of the bed.\u201d

Gerard gestured her away, too groggy to actually care. Frank groaned again in his sleep and buried his face into the pillow, rolling closer to Gerard. \u201cWhat time is it?\u201d Gerard asked, but decided to move on to another direction. \u201cWhy\u2019d come here?\u201d

\u201cI want you to come upstairs with me, c\u2019mon,\u201d she said, closer to the door now. \u201cI called your brother too.\u201d

Gerard groaned deeply, but got up nonetheless, noticing he was naked. He frowned. On the bed, Gerard saw that Frank was naked as well, but he certainly had no recollection of how it had happened. He guessed that it had been a night to get shitfaced.

\u201cPut some pants on and come upstairs,\u201d he heard. He obeyed, putting on a t-shirt as well, and followed her upstairs moments later.

There was light coming from the kitchen, so Gerard went there and found Mikey dressed in his pajamas leaning against the counter and nodding sleepily at him. His father was there too, washing a mug in the sink. When he looked up at the clock on the wall, Gerard had some trouble believing it really was 6am, but he double-checked and found the same answer. He sat down by the table, mumbling, \u201cMorning.\u201d

The father finished with his washing and turned around, meeting Gerard\u2019s eyes and commenting as Gerard lay his face on one palm, \u201cGeez, you look really bad.\u201d

Gerard mocked a smile and focused on rubbing his temples that were hurting horribly, definitely starting an headache. Gerard hated the morning after, especially when he couldn\u2019t remember what had happened the night before. He didn\u2019t want to think about it, though, and his mother was just coming in, so he lifted his head the best he could and just listened.

\u201cAlright, boys, you know your grandmother\u2019s coming to visit and stay the whole day with you, but it doesn\u2019t mean you don\u2019t have to do your chores. Mikey, you know that list of errands I gave you?\u201d Gerard could see Mikey waving something at her and nodding, but ignored what it meant. He was too groggy. Mom continued, \u201cGrandma will help you for sure. Gerard.\u201d

He looked up at her face, no matter how interesting the table cloth could be, or how much his head hurt. She said, \u201cAlgebra.\u201d

Gerard groaned. \u201cReally, ma? You wake me up at 6am<\/i> to tell me about that?\u201d and put his head down back on the table. It was cold and his head was too heavy, and his mom was too demanding.

\u201cYes, really<\/i>, you haven\u2019t worked on those exercises the whole week and Frank stayed the weekend for a reason.\u201d

**

Frank smiled at Gerard. \u201cYou failed to accomplish your mother\u2019s orders, so I dunno about that,\u201d he said, gesturing with his head towards the still-clean desk. Gerard knew they should have done some Algebra, but he had been too sick to actually remember. \u201cBut it\u2019ll still be better because you won\u2019t be puking your guts out.\u201d

\u201cHopefully,\u201d Gerard stated loudly, shaking his head at the mention and memory.

**

After a handjob in the morning shower, a satisfied Gerard followed a quick Frank to the kitchen to have breakfast. There was a mug already in the sink, so Mikey was up, but nowhere to be seen. Gerard shrugged and prepared for himself some morning cereals, knowing that Frank was at ease in the family\u2019s kitchen to get his own breakfast. Gerard was sitting down when Frank mused,

\u201cYou eat everything, little boy, you\u2019ve got to grow up strong.\u201d Frank tried to pull off an adult pose with the pat on the head he gave Gerard, but the latter snorted and watched him get his toasts and pour some cold milk into a glass.

\u201cI still can\u2019t live without morning cereals, so what?\u201d Gerard replied, laughing. \u201cYou\u2019re drinking milk too, so fuck off.\u201d Frank grinned at him.

The first meal of the day went on in a comfortable talk about the plans for the day. At least until Gerard suddenly froze , filled spoon halfway to his mouth. He felt his stomach clench and something crawling up his throat; what was going on? He had only eaten, like, five spoonfuls of cereals, but he put the spoon back in the bowl. His jaw felt tense and his eyes watered. He recognized the symptoms, so he got up and ran to the closest bathroom.

He threw up in the toilet, colored puke at first. It was gross in the end, but his mouth was grosser and the smell in the toilet, the grossest. Frank was behind him kneeling next to him,smoothing one hand down Gerard\u2019s spine and asking, \u201cHey, are you ok?\u201d

Gerard sat back on his heels and shook his head, while Frank got some toilet paper to clean his mouth and flushed everything down. Gerard sighed. \u201cI woke up with a major headache, but the shower made me feel better. I felt kinda weird in the kitchen, but I didn\u2019t think I\u2019d end up sick. Then I ate that shit and-\u201d He gagged and pressed his chest back to the porcelain. The smell was still sharp and disgusting, but nothing came out.

\u201cI told ya morning cereals were for kids,\u201d Frank joked, making Gerard smile weakly at him despite the emptiness of his stomach. And Frank seemed to feel it too, as he stated, \u201cYour stomach must be sensitive after last night. You didn\u2019t puke before falling asleep, so maybe now you\u2019ll feel better.\u201d

Gerard nodded. \u201cI want a bed first, though. I can\u2019t really consider eating right now.\u201d He gulped, too, but there was nothing else. He was done for now. Gerard saw Frank nodding and managed to get up, brush his teeth and follow him to the bedroom. He lay in bed on his side, Frank sitting up on the floor, with his chin on the mattress and one hand playing with Gerard\u2019s hair. They talked about last night, the gig, the party, Ray and his free drinks. It had been fun, but had some nasty consequences.

There was a point, though, when Gerard could see Frank talking but couldn\u2019t hear the words, so he closed his eyes completely and his mind shut off pretty quickly.

**

Gerard opened his eyes again and Frank was still smiling at him, leaning in as well. He pulled away with a scrunched up nose. \u201cWhy can I still smell your puke, Gee?\u201d

\u201cI dunno, I haven\u2019t puked since grandma gave me that magic pill,\u201d Gerard replied, knowing Frank was aware of what he was talking about. After all, Frank had been by his side the whole time, the three times Gerard went running from the kitchen to the bathroom. If not gross, it would have been the most romantic thing ever. It had ended when his grandmother gave Gerard a pill to stop the vomiting and it had actually worked.

\u201cAnd that was hours<\/i> ago, you\u2019ve even eaten dinner after that,\u201d Frank complained, pushing Gerard into the small basement bathroom and pointing towards the sink. \u201cJust get rid of it.\u201d

\u201cYes, sir,\u201d Gerard followed his line and batted his eyelashes just for the fun of it. And it worked; Frank was laughing. Then he left and Gerard turned the tap on. He brushed his teeth as thoroughly as he could, trying to forget the failure of that Saturday. Thinking of better things, he realized he had a lot of things to do the next day: enjoy Frank and the house, Algebra exercises, meals, the movie he had promised but hadn\u2019t seen yet and the old promise he still had to keep. It had been made on his birthday, almost two months ago, and it was about time.

He was still hopeful about Sunday and it turned him on. So all clean and back in the bedroom, Gerard felt Frank\u2019s attention on him as he rolled the towel off of his hips. He winked at Frank, too, under the small light of the nightstand lamp, before joining his nudity under the sheets. \u201cCan I kiss you?\u201d

\u201cYes, you can,\u201d Frank replied and pulled Gerard close. He went willingly, smiling face, pointy tongue and a great desire to kiss his boyfriend. He finally did, open mouthed, kissing Frank almightily, lips and tongue and teeth clashing smoothly until Gerard pushed Frank onto his back and climbed on top of him.

The view on top of Frank was much better; it had always been. Gerard pulled back and smiled. The feeling was strong and Frank looked beautiful, half of his face under the soft light, the other half in darkness, so attractive. Gerard couldn\u2019t let him go. \u201cI feel like today I haven\u2019t given you enough attention,\u201d he said.

\u201cYou weren\u2019t feeling well, it\u2019s ok,\u201d Frank said, kind and forgiving, leaning forward for another kiss. It was short but equally good, shooting sensations up Gerard\u2019s spine. Gerard shivered. He also pressed in to extend the kiss until his chest was heavy without air and until Frank had a hand on his hipbone. Frank stopped it before it went on any further. \u201cTomorrow. Let\u2019s sleep well tonight and have fun tomorrow. You in?\u201d

Gerard nodded with a smirk, thoughts running in his head. And with one last peck and the cuddling that followed, especially after that proposal, Gerard was ready to sleep. Whenever it hit him.

*

The next time he woke up, Gerard was on his back. There was a weight on his middle. Could he still not be feeling well, even after the pill his grandmother had given him and a full night\u2019s sleep? It would really suck if that was the case. Gerard hated puking; it left his mouth bitter and his mood even worse, but his stomach was definitely the worst. And it was still heavy. Gerard exhaled languidly into those thoughts and tried to move, but that weight on top of him didn\u2019t let him.

**

The third time he woke up that morning, Gerard\u2019s headache had faded and his ears weren\u2019t pounding anymore. The red neon digits on the clock on the nightstand told him that he had slept a couple hours and that it wasn\u2019t morning any longer. If he focused, he could hear noises from upstairs, so he blinked his eyes open. At first, the lighted room was too much for his eyes, then he looked to the side and noticed that the door to his bedroom was unusually open. It reminded him of what had happened before, so maybe the door was left open in case of emergency.

That was when he realized that something didn\u2019t feel right at all. He was lying on his back and his stomach was unusually heavy; maybe he still wasn\u2019t feeling well. Sighing and trying to get up, Gerard panicked and screamed. He sat up as quickly as he could, the weight on his stomach suddenly gone. He was left breathing heavily, one hand on his chest keeping his frantic heart inside.

When someone ran into the bedroom without warning, it scared the hell out of Gerard. It was Frank, though. \u201cGerard! What\u2019s wrong?\u201d

Gerard sighed at last, closing his eyes. \u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d he said, answering Frank and feeling him kind of standing there, just watching carefully. He opened his eyes again. \u201cWhat\u2019s Ms. Puss doing in here, though? On my stomach?!\u201d

\u201cMs. Puss? That\u2019s why you screamed so loud and scared the hell out of us?\u201d Frank almost roared at him, one hand on his chest to probably make a stronger point. He sighed afterwards. \u201cIt\u2019s just a cat, for God\u2019s sake,\u201d he continued, rolling his eyes and smiling. He was practically laughing at Gerard, probably mocking him for the wide, panicked eyes, only keeping it well hidden inside. Gerard would never know, just waiting for Frank to find what he was searching around the bed.

\u201cGrandma brought it here?\u201d Gerard asked when Frank cradled the animal in his arms. He petted and cooed at it, while Gerard winced.

\u201cYeah, she would never leave her alone at home for a full day, Gee. I guess she was just sleeping when you woke up before,\u201d Frank said before cooing again.

Gerard rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed, to say, \u201cIt\u2019s not a \u2018she\u2019, Frank, no matter how much you say it.\u201d

Frank only scoffed. \u201cI guess you\u2019re feeling better, now, if you\u2019re so fucking lucid,\u201d he said afterwards, and waited for Gerard\u2019s nod. \u201cI\u2019ll be back in a minute with something to eat, you grumpy cat-hater.\u201d

\u201cCats are creepy!\u201d

Frank just laughed wittily, no crazy comeback or anything, but he approached Gerard demanding for a kiss. Gerard crawled further away from him, which was unusual, but Ms. Puss still was enjoying his lap. \u201cC\u2019mon, Gerard, don\u2019t be such a loser. Here, pet her.\u201d

Gerard shook his head. \u201cGet that thing out of my room. Just because grandma has one doesn't mean that I have to like cats.\"

Frank left, smirking, because he was always so joyful and witty. Gerard rolled his eyes.

**

The weight on Sunday morning was different, though, because neither grandma nor Ms. Puss were in the house, so maybe Frank<\/i> was preparing something special. Gerard smirked mentally and waited for it, now able to recognize the outline of Frank\u2019s thighs around his middle. He moved his hands to the mattress, flattening his palms on it. Only the covers didn\u2019t move and his underwear was still on, and the weight never shifted, so he cracked his eyes open.

Frank was indeed straddling him, but sipping on a cup of something. \u201cYou\u2019re awake!\u201d he exclaimed with a grin.

Gerard cleared his throat to speak, \u201cThis is really disappointing.\u201d

\u201cWhy?\u201d Frank asked in an exaggerated tone, followed by a weird noise of certain confusion.

\u201cI felt something on top of me and, without a cat around, I was expecting a blowjob,\u201d Gerard explained softly, bringing his hands out to touch Frank\u2019s knees.

Frank laughed. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I did want to wake you up with one, but I didn\u2019t know what your reaction would be. What if you wanted to throw up?\u201d

\u201cI won\u2019t throw up without eating, c\u2019mere.\u201d Gerard grabbed the mug, despite all complaints, and put it down on the nightstand. He could smell the usual coffee mixed with milk, but it caused no reaction whatsoever. He still felt weird, his stomach felt too empty, but he was just really nervous about the day. Would it suck like the last one? It started with Frank on top of him, which was better then a headache and that pounding in his ears from yesterday.

He pulled Frank down for a kiss, at last, but it got serious and intense, Frank fully lying on top of him, feet flying to rub against Gerard\u2019s legs and hands grabbing strands of disheveled hair. Soon, the covers were thrown back as their underwear went to the floor and then Frank was on his back, a joyful smirk on his face and Gerard\u2019s ass in his hands, as Gerard mounted him under the covers again.

*

After a full-on breakfast, they went back to the bedroom. With the stereo on, blasting angry rock music into the air, Gerard and Frank sat by the desk solving Algebra exercises. The teacher had recommended them, twenty different exercises, to take Gerard a step closer to his chosen Art School. He felt a little confident, too, focusing on them and with Frank\u2019s help, until it became a distraction.

Today was the day and he had something else in mind, something for after lunch and the promised movie, and he could only think about it. And it turned him on, even in front of books and numbers and graphics, so Gerard kept turning his attention to Frank. He focused on Frank\u2019s eyes, or asked Frank to explain something he already knew so he could watch Frank\u2019s mouth as he spoke, or leaned in to breathe against Frank\u2019s cheek and neck.

It never got old, no matter how much Frank kept putting him off, claiming that they should finish that for tomorrow. Gerard disagreed. \u201cI think we should fuck.\u201d

Frank blinked at him. \u201cBut we already-\u201d Gerard shushed him, though, and smirked. \u201cReally, you\u2019re that horny?\u201d

\u201cLike a cat in heat,\u201d Gerard replied mysteriously, leaning closer to Frank\u2019s lips, blunt in his intentions.

\u201cI thought you didn\u2019t like cats?\u201d Frank interrupted him, hot breath against Gerard\u2019s mouth, fully inciting him on.

\u201cDoes it matter?\u201d Gerard circled one hand on the back of Frank\u2019s neck after that line, pulling him in for a long kiss until his breath was taken away by two tongues in his mouth.

When both their briefs were too tight and Frank\u2019s t-shirt acted as a bother, Gerard got up. Frank followed him and turned to the bed, but Gerard grabbed his hand and span Frank back around. He smirked and started getting everything out of the way on the desk. At some point, mainly to get Frank\u2019s interest, he asked, \u201cFuck Algebra?\u201d

Frank laughed, but tugged at Gerard\u2019s underwear until it was down to his ankles and off. At last, moments passed amongst kissing and groping and when Gerard was on the desk, chairs pulled aside and Frank in position, he fingered and fucked Gerard until he was yelling and squirming and coming.

*

Later, already in the afternoon, Gerard entered his bedroom from the bathroom and found Frank stretching in bed. They had had lunch almost two hours ago and had taken a nap afterwards. Gerard had suggested it and Frank hadn\u2019t refused, after the morning activities. They had had fun, absolutely.

Now Gerard smiled at Frank and waited for him to finish waking up. Then, he proposed a movie, the new one he had mentioned days ago but they hadn\u2019t seen yet. Frank, being the smug guy he could be, asked, \u201cYou won\u2019t fall asleep on me this time?\u201d

Gerard grinned, knowing well enough that he had done so yesterday while watching TV and relaxing after a puking session. He said, \u201cNope, I promise.\u201d He got Frank\u2019s hand and pulled his bare ass out of bed. \u201cYou don\u2019t even have to get dressed.\u201d

\u201cYou smart fuck,\u201d Frank mused, but released Gerard\u2019s hand to put on his underwear. Soon enough, they climbed up the stairs and went to the living room, deciding on making microwave popcorn first, then sitting on the floor, as the movie rolled on the TV screen. It was fun to be there.

When the snack was finished, Gerard got them sodas from the fridge in the kitchen and they sat on the couch, then when the end of the movie seemed near, Gerard attacked. He started groping Frank and kissing his neck, so that when it was really over, the credits gone and the TV off, Gerard was straddling Frank on the couch and making out with him.

It was full fire all over the place, Frank\u2019s hands immediately on his hair, pulling tightly and making Gerard lose control and make noises that meant nothing. Yet they clearly incited Frank to continue. He did and Gerard managed to find a way to grind down against him, pushing, struggling to get somewhere decent. He felt it soon, hard inside his briefs and Frank poking onto his crotch. It made the whole thing really delicious.

\u201cFuck, Gerard, you\u2019re hard again,\u201d Frank said, after they pulled away for air. The lack of it burned in Gerard\u2019s chest and in his stomach, and grinding down was the only action that made it better. He really hoped Frank got the hint. It was supposed to be like that.

Gerard grinned, then moaned, as Frank bucked up against his hard-on and went to spare his kisses on Gerard\u2019s jaw and neck. Frank nipped on his skin and gripped his ass, so the intention was quickly lost. He followed willingly.

\u201cYou\u2019re so sexy when you\u2019re like this,\u201d Frank purred, biting down on the shell of his ear, on his cheek, on his lips. Gerard jammed their mouths together, fully enjoying the compliment and not wanting to lose the mood. He was a man with a mission, after all. It seemed like Frank meant to leave a bruise, the way he tasted so eager and cupped Gerard\u2019s ass so fiercely, rolling Gerard\u2019s hips on his lap. Gerard moaned. Frank spoke, \u201cSo fucking dirty, Gee.\u201d

\u201cOnly for you, Frank, only for these kisses,\u201d Gerard replied, within a moan. He also got closer to Frank, to another kiss and another clash of their tongues, fighting for something that didn\u2019t need a definition right now. He forced their crotches together, harder with each thrust. It was starting to hurt, and not even Frank\u2019s hand moving to their middle and cupping Gerard made it better.

It ended only when the making out made them pant, made them breathless, and until Frank pulled Gerard away by the hair. Frank\u2019s moaning voice said, \u201cYou deserve to be fucked, hard, but we don\u2019t have anything here. Let\u2019s go to your-\u201d

Gerard shook his head with a smirk he hoped was teasing enough. \u201cI\u2019ve got something else on my mind, actually,\u201d he said, leaning closer for a kiss but not letting their lips even touch. He got up before that and watched Frank biting his lip in either an annoyed hiss or in anticipation, or maybe both at the same time.

\u201cDon\u2019t just sit there,\u201d he spoke again, pulling Frank off the couch by the wrist. Gerard kissed him at last and Frank moaned, touching everything in Gerard, so it seemed. They made out continuously as Gerard walked backwards, pulling Frank with him, until they were out the right door to the house garage. Gerard pulled away from the kiss because the door was pretty new in the house and he didn\u2019t want to risk going against it, then they were in the garage.

Gerard\u2019s truck was there, side by side with the old Corvette. The red car had its white top off, with its red-leathered insides smirking at Gerard, the only one to know what was going to happen. Gerard looked at Frank. He was looking around, smirking too, and his eyes seemed to be pulled in the right direction. There was an old wooden bookcase against one of the walls, and a bunch of tools, cans and other materials rested on its shelves. On one of them, though, and Frank\u2019s eyes stopped when he found it, there was a can of car wax, three old cloths and Gerard\u2019s whip<\/i>. Gerard saw Frank\u2019s smirk go wide.

\u201cSo this was your idea for the weekend,\u201d Frank said, in a teasing tone again that made Gerard smile openly at him. Frank turned to Gerard again, sliding one arm around his waist, one thigh in the middle of his legs to put some pressure on his crotch. Gerard hissed, closing his eyes, thinking exclusively about all the dirty things he wanted to do to Frank right now<\/i>. Frank whispered, \u201cI like this.\u201d

\u201cThis is my last promise,\u201d Gerard whispered back, eyes closed. There was nothing more he could do at the moment. Frank\u2019s thigh pushing against his hard dick didn\u2019t really help, but he managed to continue. \u201cAfter this, we\u2019re free.\u201d

\u201cOne thing at a time,\u201d Frank said, hands sliding up Gerard\u2019s chest, around Gerard\u2019s shoulders, down to his hips until their crotches rubbed together. Gerard\u2019s eyes couldn\u2019t stay closed anymore; he opened them to read the lust in Frank\u2019s as he asked, \u201cWhere do you want me?\u201d

\u201cHere.\u201d And he pulled Frank in for another kiss, pushing him back against the closest part of the old lady. It turned out to be the driver\u2019s door. They kissed too sloppily, still focused on moaning and grinding, feeling their lengths so thick inside their underwear.

Not too long afterwards, though, Gerard pulled away from the kiss, leaving Frank with his eyes closed and a face that showed how much more he wanted. Gerard had<\/i> more for him, absolutely. He pulled them away from the car, opened the door and said, \u201cTake those off and sit.\u201d

Then, he hurried to the passenger\u2019s side and entered the car too, Frank already there with one hand stroking himself and a smirk on that hungry face of his. Gerard smirked. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d he asked and slapped Frank\u2019s hand away from his territory, replacing it with his. Frank tilted his head back immediately when Gerard squeezed him. Not wanting to waste any more time, Gerard placed a quick kiss on Frank\u2019s lips, a chaste one on Frank\u2019s pectorals and finally ran his tongue down Frank\u2019s chest, wanting to tease him. In Gerard\u2019s hand, a very eager dick even twitched as Frank bucked up a little.

Gerard was at last leaning in the right angle, Frank\u2019s cock so red in front of his mouth and he finally opened it to take Frank in. Frank gasped. Gerard knew his mouth was warm and salivating for that moment, so he just went down on his boyfriend the best way he knew, licking, hollowing his cheeks, sucking with the perfect pressure of his hand at the base. It took him some bobbing to handle it all, but the sudden way Frank put his hands on Gerard\u2019s head, gripping his hair and hurting him, only made Gerard slide down further.

With a loud moan, Frank was down Gerard\u2019s throat, he could feel it filling him whole, long and thick enough to fit in there. Gerard moved again, bobbing his head up and down, sucking just on the tip or fully deepthroating Frank, and other times rolling his tongue around. Mostly he tried to find that soft spot on the protruding vein on the underside of Frank\u2019s cock, but it wasn\u2019t easy to get there.

When he did, though, Gerard felt how Frank tightened the grip on his hair and kept rubbing there intentionally, wanting Frank to get closer to the orgasm. Yet as Frank was starting to mutter something, clearly wanting to let Gerard know he was close, Gerard pulled away from that spot.

The first time he did it, Gerard just replaced his mouth with his hand, smirking as Frank whined at his actions. He compensated him with a return of his lips to Frank\u2019s tip, engulfing it warmly and deepthroating. Frank moaned, Gerard moaned too, Frank gripped Gerard\u2019s hair tighter and so on, in a sequence of actions that made them both really happy.

The second time he did it, after some more bobbing, moaning and rubbing, Gerard let Frank\u2019s cock fall on his lap. Frank whined, of course, tried to press Gerard\u2019s head back down, tried to buck his hips high enough, everything. Only Gerard refused it all. He pulled away from Frank, who opened his eyes and said, \u201cC\u2019mon, Gee, it was going so well. I was so there<\/i>.\u201d

\u201cI know,\u201d Gerard responded proudly, sitting up and getting out of the car to stand by the open door, swollen underwear turned to Frank. \u201cI know that, but I want you to do something for me first.\u201d

Gerard opened the small glove compartment and asked, \u201cDo you trust me?\u201d When Frank nodded, Gerard told him to close his eyes and, that done, Gerard went to find the lipstick he had put in there before, taking the cap off and rolling it up till the red tip was out. He put one knee on the seat and leaned closer to Frank, stating, \u201cDon\u2019t peek. I wanna put something on you.\u201d

Frank\u2019s frown was pretty obvious, as Gerard put the lipstick on his lips, but his dick was not going any softer. Gerard guessed it was alright, then. For him, it was awesome<\/i>. \u201cYou can open your eyes now.\u201d

Frank seemed to obey immediately and looked at the rearview mirror, seeing how red his lips now were. He smirked, staring at Gerard intently now. \u201cI love it,\u201d Frank said, crawling to the passenger seat. Gerard knew it was obvious what he wanted Frank to do. First, though, Frank kissed him. For a moment there, they were two boys on their knees inside a red Corvette, kissing effervescently with their hands roaming every piece of body within reach. Frank\u2019s hands were the first to break the inconsistency when Gerard felt them creating an obvious trail down his stomach. Frank cupped him through his briefs and made him moan, earning a bite on his tongue.

Gerard pulled away from his face. \u201cC\u2019mon, Frank, stop fooling around. I brought you here for a reason, and it wasn\u2019t to waste my ma\u2019s lipstick,\u201d he said, holding Frank at arms\u2019 length. Then he moved to stand by the car again. \u201cC\u2019mon, c\u2019mere.\u201d

At Gerard\u2019s command, Frank moved to sit on the passenger\u2019s seat, but Gerard said, \u201cNo, I want you on your knees.\u201d Frank rolled his eyes and clearly whined, but it didn\u2019t seem a sound of annoyance. It was more like his free will to obey and be ordered around, at the moment. Gerard loved that, actually, especially because Frank did as he was told. He kneeled on the seat, first seating on his heels to pull out Gerard\u2019s pink prize from the briefs, then putting his ass in the air, high up there where Gerard could touch it. To finally get his mouth around Gerard\u2019s dick. Everything under Gerard\u2019s orders; that had been the deal, after all.

Gerard started biting his lip when Frank engulfed his head, feeling his tongue immediately cutting through his slit, right to that spot that was so soft on the underside. Frank knew what he was doing, and Gerard was very aware of that, so he just let Frank do what he wanted to. Frank sucked him like his life depended on it, Gerard could feel his tongue flatten against him, could feel the contractions of his throat too, and it was just too much to only watch. Gerard had to touch.

He started by treading his fingers in Frank\u2019s hair, pulling at the strands in the correct angle until Frank moaned, until Gerard could feel that hum vibrate through him. It went everywhere, running through his veins, under his skin, up his nerves. It was insane. Looking down and seeing Frank\u2019s lips, that deep red shade all stretched around his shaft, smearing lipstick and spit everywhere, it was plain hot, just like an untold fantasy. Gerard had to moan, Frank was so damn good at giving head.

Nonetheless, Gerard tried to keep his eyes open to keep track of what was happening. Frank just kept going, sucking Gerard off and moaning, using his fist at the base to squeeze Gerard tightly and bob his head constantly, up and down until his knuckles were shining with spit too. It was just so obscene, the right kind of hot to Gerard, but he dared to take it further.

\u201cOpen up, baby, let me fuck your mouth,\u201d he demanded, voice strained from all the sensations. It had stayed inside for too long and felt a little rough now, but when Frank put his hand down and just went for it, the moan came out loud and clear. Gerard couldn\u2019t even close his eyes. Frank was wide-eyed, staring at him, swallowing what he could of Gerard\u2019s dick to the back of his throat, so of course Gerard didn\u2019t want to lose that sight. It was too perfect.

When Frank\u2019s jaw seemed stuck and his sucking lost power, Gerard eased his hips back to let him breathe for a while, but not stopping any touch. He kind of pushed his hard length against Frank\u2019s cheek, letting it slide all the way against his ear and hair. It tickled, but he forgot all about that when Frank\u2019s mouth opened again and Frank grabbed Gerard and put him in his mouth and down his throat.

\u201cShit,\u201d Gerard muttered and thrust forward a bit, apologizing afterwards with his movement in the opposite direction. Frank resumed his casual sucking, hand around Gerard, lips stretched wet and wide, free hand gripping at the seat. As a reward, Gerard reached out to touch Frank\u2019s ass, using his fingers to trace the line of his whole spine, creating goosebumps on his skin.

Later, when Frank seemed a little tired, Gerard fucked his mouth again, but now he cradled Frank\u2019s head in an almost sweet, protective gesture. He spread one palm over the crown of his head, the other down his cheek, fingers catching up with the angle of Frank\u2019s open jaw. It was definitely stiff, but Frank\u2019s actions were really taking over Gerard\u2019s nerves, bringing those familiar sensations to Gerard\u2019s body. He was close. He was close and it was all Frank\u2019s fault once more. It was in the way his fist moved around Gerard\u2019s cock, the texture of his tongue against his sensitive skin and definitely that friction caused by his moans. Gerard moaned in response.

\u201cFuck,\u201d he tried, only slurring his vowel and fucking up whatever his mind was going to make him say. Gerard didn\u2019t mind, he had other plans right away. He started by pulling Frank back by the hair, getting a moan in return that made Frank close his eyes and gave a special glint to the lipstick under the small lights of the garage. Then, Gerard palmed Frank\u2019s cheek, fisted at his dick with the other hand and voiced out his present will. \u201cFrankie, let me come on your face.\u201d

\u201cAnything you want,\u201d Frank moaned back at him, enveloping his own hand around Gerard\u2019s to help him out. \u201cJust get these seats all dirty.\u201d

Along with that line came a smirk and Gerard wanted to kiss it out of Frank\u2019s face, but he would rather cover it with something else. He wanted to come all over it, wanted to destroy it with the finale of that scene, and Frank didn\u2019t seem less eager. He closed his eyes and waited for it, rubbing his face all over Gerard\u2019s tip, practically getting poked everywhere around his mouth, nose and eyes. Gerard loved looking at that. \u201cYou look so fucking hot right now, so fucking-\u201d

\u201cTell me more, Gee,\u201d Frank mumbled against his head, head tilted back in an awkward angle as he sat on his heels again. \u201cTell me everything.\u201d

\u201cThere\u2019s lipstick everywhere,\u201d Gerard started, hotly, breath catching in his throat as his hand worked over his shaft. He looked down at Frank, and he was so lost in this scene, eyes closed, open mouth, eager for what was coming next. And it felt like it wouldn\u2019t take long. \u201cAnd I\u2019ve got your spit all over my dick, fuck, I can\u2019t tell you what you look like. It\u2019s just porn, that kind of image you have in your head but can\u2019t ever find in a book, or in a video. Fuck this, c\u2019mere<\/i>.\u201d

Frank smiled at that. Gerard was totally surprised by that, and his hand hesitated as his stomach clenched around that close ending. Gerard closed his eyes. He jerked off and felt Frank there against his tip, tongue coming out to trace imaginary lines on his flesh, down to his balls where Frank sucked for a moment. It was too much.

Gerard tried opening his eyes, but it was useless because he was coming. He came on Frank\u2019s face, like he wanted, but the sight was too hot and his eyes wouldn\u2019t stay fully open. Gerard ended up watching through slit eyes as Frank welcomed his load, the bits falling on his bottom lip and chin, and the blots falling onto the \u2018Vette\u2019s seat. It was insane.

\u201cFuck.\u201d When Gerard was all done and soft again, he could not enjoy the afterglow. Frank was still hard and Gerard wanted to get him off, so he wormed his hand across Frank\u2019s shoulders to push him back a little and reach for his still hard cock. Frank was panting and leaking by now, so it barely took him a minute. Gerard just had to attach his hand there, grab Frank\u2019s hair to kiss his mouth and moan against his lips.

\u201cYeah, Frank, come the fuck on,\u201d he muttered while pulling away, focusing on his hand and on Frank\u2019s dick. And soon Frank was all over the place, spilling into Gerard\u2019s fist, which moved in a way to not catch any of it. In the end, there was even more cum in his car.

Frank panted, dick limp now and eyes closed. \u201cJesus.\u201d

\u201cDon\u2019t bother resting, Frank,\u201d said Gerard right away, getting up to point at their mess. \u201cThis needs to be cleaned immediately.\u201d Frank smirked, of course, and with his eyes closed, he looked very attractive.

*

Later on, Gerard had his briefs back on. He was pushing Frank against what he could of the side of the car, just enjoying doing it, tasting Frank to his weakest point. They had gone past the point of faking a fight about why Frank had to clean the car by himself, centered around really awful arguments like \u201cBecause you\u2019re the naked one.\u201d

They had already been past the point where Frank had bickered back, \u201cI think you\u2019ve got great hands, Gerard; you could do it yourself.\u201d

And really past the point where Gerard had killed all the arguments Frank might have had for him, with a very simple line. \u201cYou know what I also have? A great boyfriend who will clean my car and make it shiny again, or else.\u201d

Then, Gerard smirked a little, to hide it in the next second.

\u201cOr else what?\u201d Frank wanted to know now, getting his hand away from Gerard\u2019s neck, which he had been scratching previously. Gerard smirked full-on this time, because this was it, the definite finale of that fake fight and the beginning of the Fun Stage. Then, he turned away. \u201cWhere are you goin\u2019?!\u201d

\u201cOr else, Frank,\u201d he kept the mystery. Gerard walked closer to the shelves on the garage wall to get the whip from its spot. It was a so-called \u201criding crop whip\u201d, made of leather and with a wrist strap to not fly away from the holder\u2019s hand. Gerard had bought it anonymously from the internet, since they had refused to sell him one in several regular sex shops for reasons he had yet to understand. But he found an alternative way and the deal had left everybody satisfied.

When he turned back to Frank, there was a huge grin on his face. Gerard grabbed the whip with one hand on each end, then suddenly whipped a shelf beside him until the things on it clacked against each other. Frank jumped too, he could see. \u201cYou better clean my car, so this can come in handy.\u201d

Frank shifted his weight from one leg to the other and Gerard sensed the anxiety and excitement coming through his eyes and Frank\u2019s body language. After all, Frank kept moving something, arms or feet or neck; he kept rubbing his hands on his naked skin, maybe sweaty, maybe he was just anxious. Gerard walked closer to him, smirking, teasing Frank as much as he could.

\u201cDo you want it?\u201d he asked and watched Frank nod slowly, with wide eyes and an attempt to smile. Yet nothing came out to perfect form while Gerard could see Frank\u2019s eyes wandering between his face and the whip.

\u201cHow bad do you want it?\u201d he asked again, in a lower voice, feeling his vocal cords vibrating in his throat. Gerard whipped another shelf on his way, trying to get Frank to answer properly, but only got a startled jump at first.

\u201cReally bad,\u201d Frank finally said in a trembling moan. He rubbed his hands against his thighs, up and down slowly, and Gerard could see that they were shaking. Frank didn\u2019t say anything else.

Gerard whipped his own thigh like he was mad and demanded, \u201cHow bad?!\u201d

Frank jumped again and widened his eyes dangerously, shifting closer to a position that let Gerard catch a glimpse of all the goosebumps peppering Frank\u2019s skin . He replied at last, \u201cI\u2019ll die if you don\u2019t use it on me.\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019ll die<\/i>?\u201d Gerard protested, earning a quick nod from Frank. And an obvious glance at the whip. Gerard lifted his eyebrows in response to that purely sexual act, no matter how innocent it seemed. \u201cYou think you\u2019ll die before this rips your skin?\u201d

Gerard dragged the leather item across Frank\u2019s skin, starting from his hip, up to his chest. Frank hissed like it burned him and his goosebumps trembled in what Gerard read as anticipation. It worked especially as Gerard went further up and placed the whip against Frank\u2019s throat. Frank tilted his head back, chin up, Adam\u2019s apple down as he gulped, while Gerard had quite some fun pretending to choke him. Gerard still asked, \u201cYou think I\u2019ll let you die?\u201d

Frank shook his head, assertively now, it seemed. \u201cI don\u2019t wanna die. I\u2019ll do everything you want. You want me to clean your car? I will. You want me to wax every inch of leather? I\u2019ll do it. You wanna use that? Do it. Whip me,\u201d he dared.

\u201cWhat?\u201d Gerard purred. He did it on purpose too, using that tone of voice that always made Frank close his eyes in pleasure.

It didn\u2019t work this time. Frank kept his eyelids open, daring Gerard to make a move, daring him to finally do something. He ended up exclaiming, \u201cWhip me!\u201d

It got him a slap of the item on his hip. Gerard bit his own lip and did it again, making Frank close his eyes and tilt his head further back, a slight tilt to the left as well. \u201cWatch that tone of voice,\u201d Gerard warned him.

Gerard also took the whip back to the front of Frank\u2019s throat, applying more force than before until Frank opened his eyes and straightened up his neck. He finally had a smirk on his lips. He inquired, \u201cWhat will you do?\u201d

\u201cI\u2019ll put this away,\u201d Gerard replied and waved the item in his hands, then put it in his mouth, between his teeth. Frank looked very serious, all of a sudden.

\u201cWhere should I start?\u201d he asked immediately, gaining a peck on his lips as the prize for good behavior. Gerard pointed at the cloths and cleaning products still on the shelf and started ordering Frank around, not without a slap of the whip against Frank\u2019s buttock when Frank turned his back on him to obey. At first, Gerard merely pointed at stuff, no words coming from his lips, which he was biting every once in a while as Frank strolled between the shelves and the car. When everything was ready, he just stood there, all naked and gorgeous, apparently eager for the following moments. Gerard was eager as well.

\u201cThis one first,\u201d he said, pointing at the driver\u2019s seat. Gerard was actually doing his best to escape Frank\u2019s predator look and the strangeness of being dominant. It made him feel good nonetheless, so when Frank leaned in to start cleaning the headrest, Gerard whipped his hand. \u201cDid I say you could start?\u201d

Frank pulled away as fast as he could and stood up, intentionally or accidentally standing close enough to Gerard\u2019s chest. Gerard\u2019s dick felt the proximity as well and Frank smiled at the same time, lowering his head to perhaps hide it but not really managing to. Gerard knew he could feel it all. To follow the moment and the teasing, Gerard dragged the tip of the whip over Frank\u2019s arm, to his shoulder, neck and cheek, and made Frank close his eyes and drop the smile while tilting his head back.

\u201cYou\u2019re so gorgeous,\u201d Gerard murmured, bringing the leather item\u2019s tip to Frank\u2019s temple and leaning in to mouth at his neck. Frank rubbed his ass against Gerard\u2019s crotch until it shivered and Gerard pulled back in time to see Frank\u2019s Adam\u2019s apple stutter on its way up and down Frank\u2019s throat. Gerard smirked. \u201cYou can start now, and do a good job.\u201d

Frank sighed, opened his eyes and got to work, Gerard watching every movement he made intently as he wiped the headrest, the back, every inch of the driver\u2019s seat. He also dragged the whip randomly across Frank\u2019s skin, teasing, using small whippings at times. At some point, Frank had to lean forward a little, apparently, ass in the air, perhaps teasing Gerard a little more than he should. Gerard could see the smirk on his face perfectly.

He warned Frank, \u201cYou better be careful with those positions,\u201d and whipped his side, just below the ribs on the right, to make a point. Frank reacted to it, ducking to the left in a small arch, but kept scrubbing, getting the cum stains off. Gerard watched vigilantly, sometimes getting closer to see how he was doing or point at certain spots that needed cleaning. His crotch came in contact with Frank\u2019s ass in that process, but it was never a problem, even with all the stirring and twitching Gerard\u2019s dick was doing.

Sometimes Frank whined at Gerard\u2019s perfectionism, making small comments that it was already cleaned or that Gerard was seeing things, but Gerard only used his punishment weapon. He whipped Frank on various spots of skin, even repeated ones with more force, but the whining started becoming more frequent. Gerard realized that Frank enjoyed being whipped and whined some more to get another one, so he stopped doing it. He even hid the whip, every time Frank wanted to whine about the cleaning. Frank got the message, Gerard figured from his smile and dedication to the task.

When the driver\u2019s seat was done, clean and shining from the wax, as well as the dashboard behind the wheel, Gerard said, \u201cYou\u2019re such a good boy, Frankie.\u201d He whipped Frank\u2019s hip hard. Frank moaned. Gerard used the whip on the same spot two more times, harder each time, and Frank always moaned, louder each time. He even put his hands on the passenger seat to steady himself as he arched his back sort of unnaturally.

\u201cYou like this so much, Jesus<\/i>,\u201d Gerard moaned as he felt his dick alive yet again. He whipped Frank\u2019s shoulder blade to see how much he liked that. Frank yelled, which startled Gerard a bit, but his skin seemed to shiver and gain new goosebumps, so Gerard did it again. Immediately, Frank looked up over his shoulder, those pleading eyes shining at Gerard, demanding for something, so Gerard used the whip again on his shoulder blade.

He wanted to see the immediate reaction on Frank\u2019s face and the way he closed his eyes, opened his mouth and contorted his eyebrows turned Gerard on, deeply. So much that his cock felt it directly and he had to pull forward to feel Frank\u2019s behind. After all, Frank was on his knees, willing to be whipped over and over again, taking a break from cleaning to look at Gerard and plead for any action. His eyes were glimmering. Gerard simply couldn\u2019t resist that.

He was a bottom in that relationship and loved it, but sudden thoughts of what Frank felt being a top circled in his mind. He put the whip between his teeth again and brought his hands to Frank\u2019s back, to the tender spot below his ribs due to Gerard\u2019s punishment, down to his ass, and finally grabbed his hips. Getting the object from his mouth and putting it to rest aligned with Frank\u2019s spine, as Frank closed his eyes, Gerard said,

\u201cYou know, we never tried this before.\u201d Frank looked up at him, possibly wondering what he was talking about, so Gerard showed him through actions. He pulled Frank as close as he could by the hips, moving against him in fake thrusts to see what it looked like. He tried to understand what it felt like, seeing Frank under him, imagining his dick in Frank\u2019s ass, hot and tight, better than his hand. \u201cYou think you\u2019d like it?\u201d

\u201cThere\u2019s only one way to find out,\u201d Frank replied assertively. Then he lifted his torso and made one of his orgasm faces, maybe to complete the image in Gerard\u2019s head, or maybe feeling his own pleasure from the scene. Gerard loved that and kept the rubbing, the images and those faces that hardened his dick a little more. Frank was really good at this.

At some point, the whip fell down Frank\u2019s back and Gerard let it go, only grabbing it to slide it between Frank\u2019s ass cheeks, up and down repeatedly. \u201cFuck, what a sight.\u201d

Gerard moaned and Frank followed his lead, arching his back in what looked like trying to find a tastier position. Gerard didn\u2019t mind at all and kept moving back and forth. \u201cI wanna try it out,\u201d he said.

Frank\u2019s head span around, looking at Gerard with wide eyes. \u201cSome day,\u201d Gerard continued, stopping his movements at the slight fear in Frank\u2019s expression. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to look so scared.\u201d

The kneeling teen seemed to sigh as his head lowered. Gerard adjusted the whip in his hand and slapped his ribs again, only this time it was hard enough to rip the skin and bleed. Gerard leaned further to lap at it and felt Frank\u2019s hiss shivering through his tongue as it certainly burned. When he pulled away a bit and Frank remained in the same position, silent, head low, Gerard whipped his ass. Frank jolted, definitely startled. Gerard grinned and said, \u201cYou still have to finish, now.\u201d

Frank looked back with a smirk, blood and pain already forgotten, it seemed, and the silence came back. It was good for their teasing, so filled with intensity and want. This time, as Frank cleaned the passenger side of the \u2018Vette, Gerard used the whip much more. His own cock was hard, worse with every movement Frank did, as his ass was in the air and sometimes he looked over his shoulder to smirk or just to dare Gerard to whip him again. Gerard conceded and even went over the top with the strength he applied on the strikes, slapping Frank\u2019s skin and feeling it would bruise soon. It was getting quite red, after all. But Frank seemed to love it as his back arched and he moaned every once in a while.

That made him never stop cleaning, at least until Gerard dragged the tip of the leather item to the bleeding mark on Frank\u2019s skin, making Frank hiss and flinch away from its touch. That stopped the rubbing as Frank looked at his side, and Gerard felt compassionate enough to allow it, but he leaned forward and licked at the spot. At the same time, while Frank hissed and squirmed, Gerard rolled his hips triggering Frank into rolling his as well. Gerard had to moan and accidentally mouthed at the wound, earning a whining groan from his boyfriend.

The dominant role was still there, nonetheless, so Gerard stood up again and said, \u201cC\u2019mon, Frank, let\u2019s finish this.\u201d He also used the whip on Frank\u2019s ass, on his left side, and on the back of his neck, smoothing the area afterwards. He faked some more thrusts against Frank\u2019s backside, deliberately showing off his hard-on, and it made his blood bubble inside his veins. It was so intense, like Gerard had never experienced. And the look on Frank\u2019s face was irreplaceable as he hurried his speed of cleaning. He was moaning too and rolling his ass even faster.

It only added power to Gerard\u2019s imagination. He pictured his own nakedness and the slow first touch of his tip against Frank\u2019s entrance, and the careful first slide of his dick inside Frank. It would be smooth and tender, but also full of want, and Gerard imagined sweat and pain, and also the whip so that Frank could enjoy it properly. All of that was a mere continuation of that car scene and there was nothing that seemed to close Gerard\u2019s mind to those thoughts or Gerard\u2019s eyes to the images of Frank all bare in front of him.

Gerard enjoyed it very much, but the burning on his crotch and the way Frank\u2019s skin started getting redder on the whipped areas, it all caused exasperation. He reached out to Frank\u2019s front and found him hard too, turned on by the whipping and the position and the fulfillment of their last promise. The only way to seek the end of that sexual scene, in Gerard\u2019s opinion, was to use the leather a bit more to slap Frank\u2019s body, make it red and shiver, and to proudly show off his hard dick along with a few moans. And in no time, Frank was turning his head to Gerard to ask: \u201cIs it done, Gee? Do you like it?\u201d

Gerard started to nod, no hesitations, but he was having too much fun watching Frank like that and imagining all the pleasure he could have. \u201cShit, I wanna do so many bad things to you.\u201d

Frank looked at him, never standing up as if that position satisfied all his fantasies. Gerard used the whip on him again, just for the pleasure of watching Frank close his eyes and moan; Gerard smirked. Then Frank said, \u201cYou know, I was hoping you could use your whip to set my rhythm. While I fuck you. On top of this classy lady\u2019s hood.\u201d

\u201cYou - hm,\u201d Gerard started, but he had to gulp first. Slowly.<\/i> First, Frank was killing him through images, now Frank was torturing him with those words. Could he refuse? \u201cThat sounds really good.\u201d

He pulled away from Frank and looked down at his middle in a quick glance. His hard cock was obvious through his briefs, but the best part was Frank\u2019s surprise of cupping his crotch and squeezing. He also kissed Gerard and pushed him back, until the two of them walked to the front of the \u2018Vette. It looked really delicious at the moment and Gerard just had to sit back on the hood, because Frank was quick in getting his underwear down his legs.

Only then did Frank throw the cloth and the wax bottle to the floor, just before he pressed Gerard against the car, crotch touching crotch, and said, \u201cThis was one of the most fantastic moments we\u2019ve had together. You dominated me, and you did it so well. You used this whip on me, and you were awesome<\/i> to the point of bleeding! You proved to be a very, I don't know, sexual partner. You just. You deserve to be fucked into oblivion.\u201d

Gerard smirked. \u201cThen what are you waiting for?\u201d he asked, before opening his legs further apart, supporting his feet on the car\u2019s front and accommodating Frank there. Only then did Gerard realize that their promises would end the exact same way they had started, so there was nothing he feared about the day. Maybe it was supposed to be that way. Yet Frank barely kissed his mouth and groped his thighs, so Gerard had to say, \u201cForeplay is overrated, Frank.\u201d

And Frank attacked.

*

It was over one hour later. Gerard was out of the shower, using a towel to dry his hair, and went to his bedroom. He stopped all movements when he saw Frank quietly standing by the small window, kind of contemplative. He was only wearing briefs, having had a shower before Gerard while the latter spoke with his grandmother on the phone.

She had wanted to know how he felt after a full Saturday puking and Gerard thought it was cute. She also had great timing, calling him a second time just after Gerard refused to answer her first call, and so did his mother, who called immediately after and Gerard picked up accidentally. They were coming home, so Frank and Gerard didn\u2019t have much time until Gerard\u2019s parents and brother came back together.

\u201cHey, Frank, you alright?\u201d Gerard asked in a weirdly happy tone, as he resumed drying his hair. It was the only body part left anyway. \u201cYou look kinda thoughtful.\u201d

Frank turned around. He did look thoughtful, but not in a sad way, Gerard noticed. He felt quite satisfied himself and knew Frank had enjoyed their afternoon, so that was somewhat unexpected. He waited for Frank\u2019s answer. \u201cI was thinking about us. High School\u2019s almost over and then. College.\u201d

He turned his big eyes up and stared at Gerard deeply, who knew what he was talking about. Frank was going to Florida with a scholarship, Gerard would hopefully be going to Art School in New York. He was definitely scared for their relationship. \u201cI know, Frank, it\u2019s gonna be tough, but we\u2019ve got a whole summer ahead of us. We can do a lot of shit together till we get to that awful part in September.\u201d

\u201cI know, but-\u201d

\u201cShh.\u201d Gerard interrupted him. He didn\u2019t like to talk about what was still to come, especially such a gloomy issue. It was true he didn\u2019t want to see Frank go, but it was the best way to make them both happy. They should pursue something they loved and were good at; Gerard\u2019s was art, Frank\u2019s was music. As long as it made them happy, it was all that mattered. He told Frank just that and then.

Then they kissed, heavily. At least that was Gerard\u2019s intention, to wrap Frank up in a kiss that blew his mind and made him forget about the future for a moment. It was all about living the moment as it was the present<\/i> they always had for sure. Yet Frank seemed to be in the mood for something else. He stated roaming his palms up and down Gerard\u2019s arms, then enlaced his arms around Gerard\u2019s neck in the sweet kiss they melted into. Frank also pulled back, giving Gerard a look of his face of closed eyes and smiling lips, and saying, \u201cI love your lips, baby.\u201d

A new kiss began as soon as Gerard smiled, recognizing that tone of voice. It was the sweet side of Frank, the touchy-feely mood he sometimes fell in, when he turned sappy and just wanted to kiss and hug, and to call Gerard his baby<\/i>. Gerard didn\u2019t mind at all. It was different from their sex-filled moments and marked the different for the two boyfriends. They needed all of it, of course.

\u201cI don\u2019t want to go home,\u201d Frank whined against Gerard\u2019s mouth as they took another break from kissing. Gerard giggled a little at the love-sick tone Frank sometimes adopted, but still embraced him as tight as he could, breathing softly against Frank\u2019s ear. He kissed the spot, too, and brought one hand to where he knew a scar would form soon; there was only tender skin and a small rip there, where Gerard had whipped Frank harder and consecutively. Time would bring a mark to remind them of that day.

\u201cYou need to rest, though,\u201d Gerard argued with him, never letting go. At least until Frank whined at something against his neck and pulled his face closer for a new touch of their lips. First, soft, then the usual eagerness to taste the other.

Only a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Gerard turned around in time to see Mikey\u2019s head poking in after pushing the door open and the younger brother said, \u201cWe\u2019re here now.\u201d Gerard nodded.

\u201cWe gotta go,\u201d he said and Frank agreed in silence. He didn\u2019t exactly seem down about it, but his movements were slow as they got dressed.

The next moments happened in a blur. They went upstairs fully ready, Frank with the backpack he had brought for the weekend on his back, and found Mikey in the living room watching TV. Gerard\u2019s parents seemed to be in the kitchen and they went to tell them that Frank needed to be driven home. He still received an offer to stay for dinner, but Gerard understood why he declined it. Frank hadn\u2019t called his mother the whole weekend and she would like to spend the evening with him. So they just went to the truck, which was still in the garage, and smirked when they passed the red Corvette.

Gerard drove in silence, not even the radio was on, but it still felt good. When they got to Frank\u2019s house, he parked the car and turned to Frank, who was already speaking, \u201cI had a great weekend, baby. Thank you.\u201d

It made Gerard smile. \u201cMe too. Well, a great Sunday, at least,\u201d he said with a laugh, and Frank followed his lead. When it died down, more silence came as Frank looked outside and Gerard stared at Frank\u2019s profile. \u201cYou\u2019re ok, right?\u201d

\u201cYeah, I\u2019m fine,\u201d he said with a sincere smile. \u201cI\u2019ll see you tomorrow, baby.\u201d And Frank leaned in for a new kiss. It was smooth and gentle, so Gerard knew that he was still in his touchy-feely mood. He had turned into it after the shower, Gerard knew, as it had relaxed him after the release of many hormones at Gerard\u2019s house. Gerard felt pretty mushy himself, he just didn\u2019t let it show through his words.

Unless he counted his worry when Frank moved to open the door, and he said, \u201cDon\u2019t forget to ask your mom something for those bruises.\u201d

Frank laughed. \u201cShe\u2019s gonna ask a lot of questions, if I do.\u201d

\u201cWell, tell her the truth, then. You shall not lie to your parents,\u201d Gerard joined in the funny moment. He also smiled and stretched to brush his fingers on Frank\u2019s hand. \u201cI\u2019ll see you tomorrow.\u201d

\u201cI love you, baby,\u201d Frank said and blew him a kiss, laughing it off while he closed the car door and walked away. Gerard watched, but rolled down the window on the passenger side, yelling when he knew Frank could still hear him: \u201cYou\u2019re so lame!\u201d

Frank turned around and smirked at him. Then he climbed the small set of stairs and opened the house door, going in with one last wave to Gerard. It was truly love-sick and clich\u00e9, but it warmed Gerard. He then drove back home, and at night, when he checked his cell phone before going to bed, he had a text message from Frank that read, u are lame, remember?<\/i> He smiled and knew he\u2019d have a great night\u2019s sleep.

~10,500 words.<\/i>
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Beta:<\/b> <\/a>kuriositet<\/b><\/a><\/span>, who beta'd the whole verse.
Warning:<\/b> detailed sexual references.

Summary:<\/b> You're so Dirty.


Dirty Like the Tip of your Tongue.<\/b>
by happilyappled<\/b><\/center>

Wednesday night, Gerard was packing his bag for the next school day and put in it his notebook with the last few sketches for his Studio Art assignment, due next week, and his essay for Spanish, due the next day, about one of the artists he hated the most, Velazquez. He spared a thought to US History, the AP class where they mainly had homework and three tests every term, so there was really nothing to take for it since their last test had been earlier that week and the textbook was always in his locker. Gerard looked at his bag, checking if he had missed something, and started zipping it closed, when his cell phone vibrated on the desk.

It kept buzzing, so it wasn\u2019t a text message; who could be calling him at this time of the night? It was past 11pm, damnit. Gerard suddenly thought of someone bold enough to call him and, checking the display, there were no surprises there. Frank<\/i>, it read. They didn\u2019t have classes on first period the next day, so it would be OK to pick up. \u201cHello?\u201d

\u201cHey, baby,\u201d Frank said. His voice was so breathy and relaxed, sounding so grave and gentle. Gerard recognized that particular mood of Frank\u2019s everywhere in the world and at any time.

\u201cHey there. You know I\u2019d recognize that voice everywhere,\u201d he asked. Frank hummed his agreement. \u201cYou ready to sleep?\u201d This time, Frank\u2019s hum was so defined that it almost turned into a moan. Gerard smiled.

\u201cLie on your side, Frankie. I love spooning behind you when you\u2019re like this, so smooth, so touchy-feely, half asleep beside me,\u201d Gerard continued and stopped to hear Frank\u2019s response.

\u201cAlright, be my guest, baby,\u201d it came with a lot of shuffling around. Frank always called him \u2018baby\u2019 when he was in that comfortable and cuddly mood, and Gerard loved it. Frank\u2019s voice was downy against his ears. It made Gerard smile every time, because it was all so different from the energetic, alive, horny-all-the-time boyfriend he had. It was great. It was corny, too, but Gerard felt proud of having Frank in his life. \u201cAre you here already?\u201d

What? \u201cHuh? Oh, no, I\u2019m not ready for bed yet. I was still organizing stuff for tomorrow,\u201d Gerard replied.

\u201cBut it\u2019s past your bedtime!\u201d Frank exclaimed with a giggle.

Gerard laughed too. \u201cI know. Today was a good day, though. I went to the garage for a couple hours, then spent the evening playing video games with Mikey. It was fun.\u201d

\u201cAt least one of us had fun,\u201d Frank said in what seemed a complaint. Gerard asked him what he meant. He said, \u201cI was spending the whole afternoon at home alone, so you\u2019d think I just dragged my lazy ass to the couch or just jammed a bit in my guitar, but no. I had to have an essay to re-write and a music sheet to study, play and comment on my experience. High School sucks, Jesus<\/i>.\u201d

\u201cHigh School\u2019s over in four weeks, Frank,\u201d Gerard sing-sang to his boyfriend, earning a chuckle in response. \u201cHey, lemme get some pj\u2019s on and I\u2019ll join you in a minute,\u201d he hurried, wanting to slide into bed and continue his relaxing exercise.

\u201cWhy can\u2019t you sleep naked when I\u2019m not around?\u201d Frank asked, interrupting his movements.

\u201cBecause you won\u2019t be here to see me, duh,\u201d he answered, getting his pj\u2019s from under his pillows with one hand. Wearing them made him feel comfortable in bed and in the morning, in case anybody came to wake him up.

\u201cThat\u2019s lame<\/i>,\u201d Frank said in response, giggling.

\u201cI am lame, remember?\u201d They both giggled. It was so good to be talking to Frank about nothing important, it made Gerard breathe easy and feel free. He smiled to say, \u201cHang on a second, I\u2019ll be right back.\u201d

\u201cAlright,\u201d Frank breathed out.

Gerard dropped the phone on the nightstand and got dressed for bed pretty quickly, disposing the day\u2019s clothes in the dirty laundry basket in the corner behind the door. It was getting full; Gerard should let his mother know in the morning, but that was hours away and right now there was a smile on his face.

It reminded him of Frank\u2019s face<\/i>. How Frank had looked so happy, truly happy, when Gerard got his B-minus in Algebra, after a stressful week around that grade. How he had looked so hopeful when Gerard told him about the teacher\u2019s plans to make it even higher. How much it had relaxed Gerard in his daily shower, which had been quick and efficient, with the same effort Gerard was putting in getting ready, getting into bed and grabbing the phone again.

\u201cFrank, you there?\u201d he asked. At first, he thought there would be nothing but lazy sleeping breathing, but he could hear Frank humming a reply. \u201cHey, lemme snuggle behind you. You\u2019re half asleep, though, so if you want, I can-\u201d

\u201cNo.\u201d Frank\u2019s voice wasn\u2019t as smooth as before, but kind of irregular, definitely. \u201cI\u2019ve got something to ask you.\u201d

Gerard chuckled at that. Really, Frank, Gerard would always<\/i> recognize that tone everywhere. \u201cIf you\u2019re gonna ask for phone sex-\u201d

\u201cNot at all. I don\u2019t ask for that, it just happens.\u201d Frank giggled for a moment, but something stopped him abruptly. He seemed to hiss, but Gerard was in bed, warm and sleepy, so it could have been Frank shuffling around in his sheets. \u201cI really have to ask you something. You think you can pick me up for school tomorrow morning?\u201d

Gerard frowned, silently. Then: \u201cWhy, what happened to your car?\u201d

\u201cIn the \u2018Vette?\u201d

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/i> Gerard certainly hadn\u2019t heard right.

Frank\u2019s sigh was heard, though. \u201cI was thinking we could celebrate. You\u2019ve had a B-minus in that test, you deserve a treat after freaking out for that grade,\u201d he explained.

Gerard made an embarrassing approval noise that made him blush only to himself and the dark room. \u201cI appreciate your offer, but I dunno, taking the \u2018Vette to school? For a full day of classes? I really don\u2019t know. It\u2019s an old, expensive car and there\u2019s a lot of stupid people in our school, people that do awful stuff especially during lunch time.\u201d

Frank was silent for a second, then his voice was normal again. \u201cYou\u2019re right, I hadn\u2019t considered vandalism. But what if you picked me up in the truck, then we came home to eat lunch and drove in the \u2018Vette for the afternoon?\u201d He paused again. \u201cMy idea was to skip last period, anyway.\u201d

\u201cWhat kind of idea is that?\u201d Gerard wanted to know, stretching his legs lazily to warm up the rest of the bed sheets.

Frank giggled. \u201cI can\u2019t tell you. It\u2019s supposed to be a surprise.\u201d

\u201cBut it\u2019s the \u2018Vette!\u201d Gerard panicked. He loved that car so much, he still<\/i> had wet dreams about it, especially now that Frank had fucked him on and in it. He kind of whimpered at those thoughts.

\u201cI know, I understand,\u201d Frank complied, that understanding tone that Gerard patronized so much. \u201cAlright, so, there\u2019s this promise I still have to fulfill, remember?\u201d

Not really. No, Gerard didn\u2019t remember. He thought a little further and. Oh.<\/i> \u201cOh, that<\/i> promise.\u201d It involved the school parking lot and certainly an awkward position.

\u201cExactly. Are you up for it?\u201d Frank sounded a little impatient, but still sexy.

\u201cAbsolutely, I mean.\u201d Gerard giggled. \u201cYes, OK. Alright. There shouldn\u2019t be too much trouble for three afternoon periods; well, two if you\u2019re thinking of skipping. And at least I can see the parking lot during Digital Comm and you can watch it during Italian,\u201d he said.

\u201cYeah, we could do that,\u201d Frank agreed, humming lowly.

Gerard hummed back. \u201cDon\u2019t bring lunch tomorrow, in that case. I\u2019m sure there\u2019ll be enough salad for us. Mom always makes it for two, but Mikey never takes his share. It should be enough.\u201d

\u201cOK,\u201d Frank agreed vocally now. He still sounded sleepy, and Gerard\u2019s eyelids were really heavy too. \u201cAs long as it isn\u2019t tuna. I can\u2019t eat that shit. And your mother\u2019s a beast at making chicken salads.\u201d

\u201cI hope that is a compliment, Frank,\u201d Gerard warned him, smiling in silence.

\u201cIt is, I swear!\u201d Frank argued and laughed at himself, possibly. When it died down, there were no sounds whatsoever. Gerard lay there trying to get anything else from Frank, yawning but hoping that Frank said something else. He sighed, too, but Frank remained silent.

\u201cI\u2019m not gonna fight you about it, I\u2019m pretty beat. Today I\u2019ve had the longest bath of the past month. I went to the bathroom upstairs, filled the bathtub with water, added some salt and merely lay there for an hour or so. I feel like someone took a huge weight off of my shoulders,\u201d Gerard replied, then, curling on his side again, enjoying the mental images of spooning with Frank. They hadn\u2019t spent a full night together in a long time. He sighed.

\u201cYou OK?\u201d came Frank\u2019s worry. Gerard smiled.

\u201cYeah, I was just thinking that we haven\u2019t spooned in bed in a long time,\u201d Gerard said. \u201cI miss it.\u201d

\u201cI know, baby,\u201d Frank said in return, but his words seemed to hitch inside his throat. There was a hum too and Frank\u2019s voice was breathy again when he said,\u201d I really, really wish you were here, Gee.\u201d

Gerard chuckled, figuring it all out. \u201cDon\u2019t think I haven\u2019t figured you out, Frankie. You said you wouldn\u2019t ask-\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m not asking, it\u2019s happening,\u201d Frank argued, certainly with a smirk, because Frank always smirked when he spoke so smugly. Gerard shook his head. \u201cWhat you don\u2019t know is that I\u2019ve been touching myself since you came back from dressing in your pj\u2019s.\u201d

\u201cC\u2019mon now, baby,\u201d Gerard chuckled, \u201cYou want me to guide you? Because I\u2019ve already jerked off today. In the shower. Just me, the water and the images of your body trapping mine in the bathtub, you must remember that day.\u201d

\u201cThat must have been so fucking sexy, baby. I wanna spend another weekend alone with you to fuck you in all kinds of places,\u201d Frank kind of moaned in response. He also sighed, paused and said, \u201cC\u2019mon, I can feel your boner pressing against my ass, Gerard.<\/i>\u201d

He giggled. He was usually turned on by only the tone of Frank\u2019s voice, but today he was so tired that it didn\u2019t sound possible. Yet he was there to guide Frank through it. \u201cI think you\u2019re imagining things, Frank, really, but if you want, I-\u201d

\u201cI am?\u201d Frank didn\u2019t let him finish. \u201cWell, maybe I wanna<\/i> feel your boner against me. You want me to roll my hips, bump my ass against your front?\u201d

\u201cI don\u2019t think I could-\u201d

Gerard really didn\u2019t think he could get it on again tonight, but Frank interrupted him, dominant as usual. \u201cOK. I\u2019ll just push you back on the bed and straddle you, then. And roll my hips. And<\/i> kiss your lips.\u201d

\u201cFrank, you\u2019re turning me on,\u201d Gerard admitted. He really loved to just lay down and watch Frank have his sensual ways with him. Gerard got off on seeing Frank so wrapped up in that pleasure they shared. It was Frank\u2019s face, Frank\u2019s eyes, Frank\u2019s lust all over his hands and legs and cock. Everything turned Gerard into a giving lover.

\u201cGreat, that\u2019s good. I can feel you hardening beneath my crotch. Don\u2019t you like it when I steady myself on my hands and rub you with my thigh? Because it\u2019s so near your-\u201d Gerard moaned, turning to lie on his back, not really focusing on Frank\u2019s words until he had his hand down the front of his sweatpants. He was more than halfway there. Gerard moaned again.

\u201cYeah, moan for me,\u201d he heard Frank again, like a whisper against his ear. \u201cI love your voice so much, when you moan like that - oh my god<\/i> - and when you squeal as I palm you through your cotton pants.\u201d

Gerard sighed. \u201cYou want me to-\u201d He was so<\/i> there, by the slope of a mountain of lust with Frank, just thinking of embracing him and rolling them up to the highest peak. \u201c-to take \u2018em off?\u201d

\u201cYes, take your pants off, let me feel your skin,\u201d he heard Frank. And Gerard just dropped the phone and hurried to embrace the hot sheets against him, taking his sweatpants down his legs and leaving them around one ankle. He wanted to hear Frank again.

\u201cFrank, I\u2019m here,\u201d he said tightly. \u201cC\u2019mon, roll your hips harder.\u201d

There was a humming moan under Frank\u2019s voice. \u201cLemme kiss you first, all over your thighs and your knees and suck on your toes while you squirm.\u201d

\u201cSwirl your tongue,\u201d Gerard tried, but his throat betrayed him with a moan. Frank\u2019s voice and his mental images totally guided his hand to his middle yet again.

\u201cWhat?\u201d

\u201cHm? Oh, swirl your tongue on my big toe, the way you do that turns me on so much,\u201d he managed to say more clearly, fingers creeping around his balls and base first. \u201cI like it because you look up at me and swirl your tongue and I get fully hard so quickly.\u201d And it was<\/i> happening.

Frank just hummed and moaned in his ear, and Gerard opened his mouth to respond, only Frank was talking over that: \u201cAnd do you like it when I move up to kiss your groin?\u201d

\u201cNo.\u201d Gerard was quick to state that, hating how Frank teased him so much all the time. He was a powerful turn-on, but also annoying when all Gerard wanted was Frank\u2019s hands and Frank\u2019s mouth but got none of it. Yet he pulled his sheets back; they were starting to stick to his sweaty skin and Gerard wanted to see what he was doing to himself as images of Frank\u2019s head down there flooded his mind. \u201cYou tease.\u201d

\u201cI love teasing you. It frustrates you and makes your face hotter and your moans louder when I slide our dicks together.\u201d He groaned and Gerard could almost hear his movements in between their little moans. \u201cYou like that?\u201d

\u201cYes. <\/i>Kiss me,\u201d Gerard demanded, panting already, hand over his dick, ready to move when Frank wanted him to. So far he just squeezed and waited for more sounds and promises from Frank. He loved those. \u201cKiss me now.\u201d

Frank released a long hum, pleasure filling Gerard\u2019s mind through his ears. \u201cI love kissing your red mouth and grinding against you, and looking at your face while you enjoy it all.\u201d

Gerard couldn\u2019t hold it. He wanted to go down on Frank now<\/i>. \u201cC\u2019mon, Frankie, touch me.\u201d He was also squirming on the bed, squeezing and stroking as he could to not lose focus on the phone, either. He needed to concentrate and do everything at the same time: jerk off, listen to Frank, talk dirty to Frank, hold on to the images in his mind. It seemed too much, but he had done it before even if he had more than once forgotten to touch himself, so drowned that he was in Frank\u2019s moans. It happened.

\u201cAre you hard enough?\u201d Frank asked calmly, like Gerard wasn\u2019t on fire already. It was killing him.

\u201cPainfully, yeah,\u201d Gerard panted into the receiver, both palms sweating so much already.

\u201cGod, I love that,\u201d Frank said in a low voice, calling on to every single nerve Gerard had available. And it went on. \u201cYou\u2019re so fucking thick, I love to hold your cock in my hand, perfect enough to make me daydream in the strangest occasions. And long, too, fuck.\u201d

\u201cLong enough to fit in your perfect, tight throat, yeah,\u201d Gerard said somehow, words just coming out as he could, before his own throat closed up around his panting.

Frank moaned loudly. \u201cThat\u2019s such a sexy line, baby, and your voice-\u201d He paused and Gerard could finally hear some skin-on-skin noises, fast and wet, between Frank\u2019s sounds. \u201cI like my boys big, Gee.\u201d

\u201cThat\u2019s so damn dirty,\u201d Gerard said, thumbing at his dick\u2019s head, fingering around his sack too as his chest heaved strongly. He went back to full-on jerking off.

\u201cYou\u2019re<\/i> dirty.\u201d

\u201cYou made me like this.\u201d Gerard was really turned on, totally hard and pulsing blood so strongly against his palm. Frank was helping him too in this second masturbation session of the day, clearly the sexiest one too. Frank saying those things directly into his ear turned Gerard\u2019s mind upside down and made him want to feel like that forever. It would only be better if he could be with Frank, see Frank entirely. \u201cI wish I could see you right now.\u201d

Frank groaned. He sounded really into what Gerard was telling him. Gerard grinned, rubbed himself quickly and heard, \u201cI wish you could see my dick <\/i>right now. It\u2019s so fucking swollen, screaming out for you.\u201d

\u201cI wanna feel it,\u201d Gerard said; moaned. \u201cLemme touch you;\u201d gulped. \u201cI wanna get you off with every ounce of energy I have left.\u201d

\u201cBut you won\u2019t be able to,\u201d he heard.

\u201cWhy not? Frank-<\/i>\u201d he called hotly, feeling too many shockwaves shooting and crawling all over his body, legs and torso, everywhere. They were hot and burned underneath his two layers of skin.

\u201cYeah, that\u2019s it, that\u2019s exactly why. Because I\u2019m touching you too and you\u2019re too hot all over. Aren\u2019t ya?\u201d Gerard moaned. How Frank knew that was only possible from the months they had spent together, really. \u201cAnd you know that mutual masturbation makes you lose your focus on everything else.\u201d

\u201cHow can you-\u201d Gerard was so far gone by now, barely feeling his arm moving, only the rough contact of his hand on his dick and it was so awesome that his question was eaten by a roll of pure profanities.

\u201cHow can I - what?\u201d Frank said, but there was also a long moment of just panting and wheezing from Gerard. It was like his chest was on fire, his stomach clenching and his legs moving around in bed with no control whatsoever. Gerard was on fire <\/i>and Frank sounded so fucking secure.

\u201cSound so calm.\u201d He moaned, loud, feeling much closer to his own end. And he had been there only hours before.

\u201cOh, Gee, I love being sober to hear you moan like that. Moan for me, baby, c\u2019mon,\u201d he moaned too, like the mere dirty talk was leading him further and closer, and Gerard could only synchronize his hand with the words reaching his ears. \u201cAs I kiss you all over. Your skin\u2019s so white, pale, so beautiful, I love this.\u201d

\u201cYeah?\u201d Gerard managed, swallowing down the tight feeling growing in his throat. \u201cI can\u2019t wait for the contrast of the tattoos you\u2019re gonna get.\u201d

\u201cFuck, you know I\u2019ll cover myself in them just for you, to see you crazy about \u2018em, squirming under me, moving to touch them and lick them. I want that in our future,\u201d Frank whispered to him, voice cracked, caught up in his chest for sure. It made Gerard tingle and twitch all over, cock getting so sensitive in his fist.

\u201cPlease<\/i>,\u201d he begged. There was nothing else he could do. He was so<\/i> there. \u201cI\u2019m so there.\u201d

\u201cC\u2019mon, then, squirm,\u201d Frank incited him sensually, voice grave and rough, his skin-on-skin sounds so obvious when he paused. \u201cImagine it\u2019s my hand, covered in tats, crawling all over you, wrapping around your dick, fuck<\/i> you\u2019re so gorgeous <\/i>when you\u2019re hard. Fuckin\u2019 - Gee, baby, I want you to come till you see birds moaning in your head. Just, uh, just imagine it, can you imagine that?\u201d

That was easier than talking, absolutely, so Gerard just opened his mouth a little further, spread his legs a little wider and squeezed his fist tighter, stroking a lot faster too. He just moaned and cursed, and came in his hand, all over his thighs and a bit of his sheets. His throat released those tiny moans that made him sound like an idiot as he rode himself off of that high of pleasure, chest heaving heavily. He relaxed, dick going limp in his fist and ears opening up to the sounds coming from the other side of the phone line, the sounds of Frank coming and saying his name.

Gerard couldn\u2019t not imagine that scene: Frank\u2019s hand tight around his length, cum spurting out, eyes shut, mouth agape with the lost words. It was like seeing it live, so fresh and clear in his mind. He knew what Frank looked like when he was coming and loved every single detail about it, from the ridiculous frown upon his forehead to the natural arch of his back and the way his body shook. Gerard imagined it and just felt like Frank had been a part of his mind forever. It was totally awesome.

And soon, Frank was saying, \u201cGet me your baby wipes, I\u2019ve come all over my bed. You\u2019re good at this. I wanna keep you.\u201d He sighed.

And made Gerard smile. \u201cAnd you\u2019re not? My brain\u2019s fizzing inside my head, it\u2019s crazy,\u201d he complained. He also let go of his dick and turned slightly around on the bed to get the baby wipes from his nightstand drawer. But there were none. \u201cWell, fuck.\u201d

\u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d Frank questioned, breathing more regularly now and sounding a little distracted.

\u201cI\u2019ve got no baby wipes right here, or tissues. I gotta clean myself up on what, my sheets?\u201d Gerard scoffed. He also palmed at his forehead, forgetting how his hand was - well, yeah, sticky with his cum.

\u201cIf only I was there,\u201d Frank breathed out, sounding a little dreamy.

Yet Gerard didn\u2019t let him have any of it. \u201cYeah, you could go get me some from the bathroom.\u201d He giggled, bringing his hand down to really clean his own mess on a corner of the sheet far away from his pillow.

\u201cYou think you\u2019re so funny,\u201d Frank mocked. \u201cAt least I\u2019ve got baby wipes. On my bag, but they\u2019re here<\/i>. Clean yourself on your sheets and sleep on them. It\u2019s what you deserve.\u201d

They both chuckled, Gerard hearing the vibration in Frank\u2019s voice perfectly. He had all the noises Frank made, in person and over the phone, pretty much figured out. He replied, \u201cWell, you\u2019re lucky I\u2019m not the jealous kind. Maybe I like my cummy sheets, maybe they make me dream about you.\u201d

\u201cYou are too sweet,\u201d Frank kind of exclaimed, sharpening his voice on his last word. And giggled, which made Gerard snort at first, because of what he had said, but smile afterwards because giggles after sweetness was one of Gerard\u2019s never-admitted weaknesses.

That was why he said, \u201cI love you,\u201d and waited for Frank to say it back.

A few minutes later, all clean and tucked into his sweatpants again, Gerard wished Frank a good night and hung up after him. He thought about that day for a minute, how it had been a good day, a great evening and an even better night. Having phone-sex with Frank was something he liked very much, although he obviously preferred the actual sex when they were face to face, cock to ass, and did the dirtiest things they had ever heard about. He thought about how Frank was horny all the time and how Gerard always obliged to him; he loved getting Frank off, anyway. It was a great way to keep him close and an even better way to forget everything else. And it was healthy<\/i>.

Gerard spared a quick thought to the next day and the last promise Frank had to keep. It would definitely be weird, but Gerard knew that Frank liked to get his ideas to the end and he was not going to complain. They were pretty awesome ideas. And orgasms were a special feeling Gerard would never deny. Their high was the best he had ever felt and would probably be like that for a long time.

As he thought about it, a yawn made itself very obvious and wide, making Gerard want to curl up on his side and just sleep. He could feel the nightly air of his basement bedroom on his skin, bare arms around his stomach, as his t-shirt was still a little ricked up. Gerard pulled it down and moved his cell phone to the nightstand, setting up the alarm clock for the next morning. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and felt exhausted<\/i>, heavy after a day full of awesome and crazy things, so he crawled back beneath the sheets, curled up on his left side and spooned behind Frank in his imagination. Sleep would soon consume him, too.

**

Next morning, Gerard walked upstairs. It was really early for a Thursday, considering the orgasm-filled evening\/night he had had. Still in his pajamas and rubbing his eyes, he strolled towards the kitchen and found his mother there, clearly making salads. A groggy Gerard greeted her, \u201cGood morning, ma.\u201d

When she turned around, finding him there and frowning at him, Gerard noticed she was on the phone. So he walked closer to the counter to check on the items she had up there and cringed. Then, she was suddenly done with her phone call. \u201cWhat are you doing up so early? You don\u2019t have classes till after 9.30,\u201d she said.

Gerard only hummed sleepily at first, still not fully awake because he hadn\u2019t rested enough, apparently, but after a yawn and a shrug from his mother, he managed: \u201cYeah, I wanted to see what you\u2019re doing for lunch, though.\u201d

\u201cHm.\u201d She cocked her hip against the counter as Gerard stood there. She spoke: \u201cAnd why\u2019s that? You never cared before,\u201d before turning to the counter again. \u201cAny special requests, my teenage diva?\u201d

\u201cMa.\u201d <\/i>He rolled his eyes. She asked too many questions, especially when he did not<\/i> want to answer them. It was horrible, so he just said, \u201cFrank and I are coming home for lunch, but he can\u2019t stand that tuna salad you\u2019re about to prepare. Can you make chicken instead? Please.\u201d Gerard even smiled sweetly <\/i>at her. At his mother<\/i>.

When she turned around again, he knew she was gonna ask another question. It was in the twitch of her mouth and in her nature. It finally came: \u201cWhy are you coming home for lunch? You better not be skipping classes, even if it\u2019s the end of the year.\u201d

\u201cDon\u2019t worry about that,\u201d Gerard said with what he thought was a reassuring hand gesture, until she turned around again and he could roll his eyes at the scene. It was getting pretty stupid. They stood there for a while, Gerard quiet, his mother not so much - she was mumbling something about Gerard and his ideas, and how it probably involved Frank in some gutter-minded teenage way. Gerard rolled his eyes again. \u201cI\u2019m not gonna tell you anything, no details. Sorry.\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s fine,\u201d she said, shrugging and looking over her shoulder with a different look, a fonder one. \u201cI\u2019ll make you some chicken salad and leave it in the fridge. The usual.\u201d Gerard nodded.

\u201cThank you. I\u2019m gonna go back downstairs, I got a couple hours to waste,\u201d he said thickly, voice filled with sleep, but also a notch of enthusiasm. It finally hit him what he was doing; he and Frank were coming home for lunch, for the Corvette too, so that they could spend their last period - Spanish for Gerard, Italian for Frank - keeping promises at the school\u2019s parking lot. It was gonna be great<\/i>, Gerard felt, really great.

**

By the end of the first \u2013 and only, today, really - period of Spanish, Gerard was freaking out. He tapped his foot nervously on the floor, as one hour seemed too long today. Lunch had been great, with Frank fucking feeding Gerard some salad and pulling out funny faces that made him spill water everywhere, and just laughing at each other because they could. And then they had taken the Corvette to school and caused a scene in front of everybody, but now he couldn\u2019t see his lady and check that she was safe. He had totally seen some jocks hanging around the parking lot, heard them talking about a free period, and it just worried him. It was his<\/i> Corvette.

Buried in those thoughts and wrapped up in the pure excitement of what Frank was planning for last period, Gerard barely noticed the bell when it rang for their ten minutes break. He grabbed his books and his bag, following his colleagues, mingling among them to not be seen by the teacher. After all, the class still had one period with him, only Gerard wouldn\u2019t be there. He was going to be fucking around with Frank, or something.

They met by their lockers and Frank actually kissed him in the empty space between their open doors, Gerard randomly remembering the days when they still hid from people until coming out revealed to be a strength. They kissed, softly, then hotly, hands roaming into a lot of private places that should not be touched in school property until old Mr. Clarence cleared his throat behind Frank. They pulled away, Frank grinning because for him getting caught was like getting fucking high<\/i> or something, and Gerard was left blushing yet again. He decidedly hated his hormones and the rush of his blood to his face; it should go to his dick like Frank so badly claimed that Gerard needed to re-direct that kind of energy.

He couldn\u2019t do so at the moment because apparently their group of friends had been watching too and teased the boyfriends about it. Nothing was taken seriously, of course. It was just playing around, like they all did, right, and Gerard really focused on the laid-back conversation as he shoved his books and bag into his locker. One of his friends frowned at him, certainly knowing that Gerard had another hour of Spanish because they were in the same class<\/i>, but he smiled in return. He just smiled <\/i>like nothing was wrong, and it really wasn\u2019t.

The confirmation came when the bell rang and everybody walked to class, except for the two boys, who had no intention of returning to class. They held hands and watched their friends go, along with everyone else with a smirk on their faces. Beside Gerard, Frank giggled too. \u201cYou ready?\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m pretty nervous, too,\u201d Gerard said, tugging on Frank\u2019s arm until they strolled to the parking lot without wanting to be seen. \u201cWhat if somebody sees us?\u201d

\u201cDon\u2019t worry about that,\u201d Frank pretty much shushed him, both hands wrapping around Gerard\u2019s elbow. \u201cAt this point of the term, we won\u2019t get much trouble. Also, the school\u2019s handbook says nothing <\/i>about sex in a car parked here, so they can\u2019t say it\u2019s forbidden.\u201d He giggled.

Gerard gave him a look, \u201cIf you\u2019re so sure,\u201d and got the keys from his jacket pocket, still checking if nothing had been done to the car. It seemed pretty immaculate, yes.

\u201cOne hundred percent,\u201d said Frank and pushed him against the driver\u2019s door. \u201cNow unlock the classy lady. I wanna eat you out, \u2018cause that lunch didn\u2019t kill all my kinds of hunger. C\u2019mon.\u201d

Gerard did, but he still said, \u201cI\u2019m still <\/i>trying to figure out how we\u2019ll do that, but.\u201d

Frank grinned at him. Gerard saw it like he always did, feeling that warmth the other radiated when smiling. Gerard mentally rolled his eyes at himself. Then, he heard Frank, \u201cEasy. I put my tongue in your ass.\u201d

They opened the doors and got in, Gerard to the driver\u2019s seat, looking around with somewhat panicked eyes at the narrow space.

**

\u201cEasier said than done,\u201d Gerard complained, later. He had one arm supporting him on the driver\u2019s window, the other on the wheel, fingers gripping it tightly to keep him balanced. His pants and briefs were on the floor and both of his naked knees were on the proper seat, spread apart, and he tried to keep his ass as much in the air as possible. It was so not how he expected to look at school, but. Frank did look really hungry and eager behind him, observing him with wide eyes and a bitten lip, reaching his hands over Gerard\u2019s skin sensually.

Gerard looked back the best he could, but he was getting rather antsy there. No matter how hot the situation was, how much Frank wanted to just see him and touch his body innocently, they were <\/i>at the school\u2019s parking lot and the period was only one hour long. They really should do something. And Gerard was also rather excited for this. Frank had never rimmed him before, so it was something Gerard had no idea what to expect of. But he wanted <\/i>it, and he wanted it now<\/i>.

\u201cAre you comfortable?\u201d Frank asked with concern, it seemed. Gerard nodded. Frank nodded back, adding, \u201cIf you start feeling pain in your back or wherever, you tell me.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019ll be fine,\u201d Gerard guaranteed him, smiling.

Frank giggled. He sounded rather nervous himself. And when Frank was like that, which was really <\/i>rare, he tended to talk too much before any action. \u201cYou look really sexy over there,\u201d he said, sitting back on the passenger seat as Gerard watched. Yep, talked too much. \u201cYou\u2019re all curled up in here, bare ass in the air, shaved crack and everything. You didn't have to do that, y'know.\u201d

Still, Gerard felt like he had to explain that. \u201cThis morning I lay in bed for the second time, but I couldn\u2019t fall asleep again, so I kept myself busy with a mirror and a razor. You like it?\u201d He thrust his ass back, towards Frank, wiggling it, exposing himself to Frank.

Who bit his lip. \u201cDo I like it? You know I love it, you look so beautiful when you\u2019re like this, all willing and giving. To me.\u201d He moved on the seat and sat closer, turning his torso in Gerard\u2019s direction and roaming his hands across Gerard\u2019s skin. It was a caress that burned a little. He was just teasing Gerard with kisses on the small of his back, by pressing his cheek there and claiming aloud, \u201cI wanna kiss you all over.\u201d

\u201cI thought you wanted to eat me out?\u201d Gerard questioned, in as much of a bedroom tone as he could.

\u201cYeah, in a minute.\u201d And Frank crawled over Gerard\u2019s back, kissing, licking, nipping too under his ribs. It made Gerard whine in expectation and hit his head on the window. He heard, \u201cYou\u2019re so gorgeous, baby.\u201d

Gerard made some ridiculous noise under Frank\u2019s words and caresses, loving the spoken as well as the mute compliments after years of self-consciousness. Frank had taken it all away and only that thought, that difference Frank had operated in Gerard without knowing, it made Gerard grip the wheel tighter, moan and press back against the touch of Frank\u2019s hand on his hips. He was hungry, too, now.

Frank seemed to understand, because he said, \u201cAlright, alright, I\u2019m here.\u201d And he moved on.

He spat on Gerard\u2019s hole and spread his saliva around and inside with his middle finger. Gerard saw it all over his shoulder, his neck craned back uncomfortably, and felt hot in so many places, or everywhere. And then he closed his eyes because Frank was spreading him open, kneading Gerard\u2019s ass to his liking and Gerard wanted to feel it first; later he wanted to see Frank go down on his ass, but now he craved for the pure feeling. Frank gave him that, only his full tongue came hot and wet from the back of his balls and all the way up. Gerard tensed for a moment, anticipating much more than just that<\/i>, and he finally felt the tip of a tongue circling around his hole. Frank was going smooth apparently, but Gerard was eager. He pushed back and hissed, \u201cFrank, please, baby, please, you feel-\u201d

Then Gerard was far from eager, he was totally there, arching and crying out as Frank dipped his tongue in his ass, licking intensely like holding back was gonna end the moment. He did a little flickering thing, pushing in, forcing Gerard open with only tongue, and it drove Gerard fucking crazy because it was everything he had imagined and a complete surprise at the same time. It was overwhelming and literally took his breath away, bringing a shallow panting to replace it, all of it because Frank was going down on him like Gerard hadn\u2019t felt before. And it was tongue-first.

It was plain awesome and awkward at the same time. In Gerard\u2019s mind, right now, Frank was made of bullets and fireworks, shooting up Gerard\u2019s spine and finding home in Gerard\u2019s throat as he tried to moan. But simultaneously, just out of nowhere, Gerard wondered about a lot of things. For example, and he said this out loud, \u201cWhy is it so sexy to know what you\u2019re doing?\u201d

Frank moaned and vibrated inside Gerard, getting him slicker with every touch and every lap at the rim, and especially inside<\/i>. It tingled everywhere and turned Gerard on, put his mind into overdrive, and it was so fucking intense. Frank was just eating him out, turning Gerard\u2019s body totally shaky in the car, knees gaining sweat on the leather seat, so hot and sharp against Gerard\u2019s skin, and everything he had always wanted to feel.

\u201cHas this always been a fantasy of yours?\u201d Gerard asked before his voice broke into a groan. Frank had pulled out from his ass. Gerard looked back and met Frank\u2019s eyes as he licked the skin in front of his nose from Gerard\u2019s balls to the hole and back down and up, so full of lust. Frank\u2019s cheeks were flushed and there was spit on them, like he was making a mess out of this. \u201cI suppose it has,\u201d said Gerard, because that was what he read there. And Frank rimmed him properly again, lapping, licking, pushing in all over again.

This time, Gerard felt the quick jabs of Frank\u2019s tongue inside him, not too deep yet, but intensified by all the emotions in Frank\u2019s eyes. It was crazy. Gerard was being driven into a rollercoaster of hotness that didn\u2019t seem able to stop, and he didn\u2019t want it to stop, he wanted more. More of Frank\u2019s tongue inside him, reaching out like a lizard in between his ass cheeks, and more of Frank\u2019s lustful eyes, so emotional and raw, talking for themselves because Frank\u2019s talking apparatus was definitely too busy.

\u201cFuck, fuckin\u2019 \u2013 Frank-<\/i>\u201d Gerard tried, but the moans betrayed him and so did his chest that wheezed instead of providing him enough air. Soon, Gerard was panting harder and Frank was moaning, stirring fire against, yeah, inside <\/i>Gerard\u2019s fucking ass. \u201cYou\u2019re so fucking good. God. I wanna keep you forever. There. That. Frank.<\/i>\u201d

Gerard\u2019s hand on the wheel gripped it so tight that it pulsed with ache, and the other was curled around itself because, where else? They were both sweating and Gerard kind of wanted to know if there was sweat in his crack too, if Frank wanted it all as keenly as he seemed to be kneading his ass, putting his hips into place and just, fuck, just making Gerard not know what position he was in.

He wanted to know if Frank liked <\/i>it down there. \u201cWhat does it taste like?\u201d he moaned out.

\u201cYou,\u201d <\/i>Gerard heard. It seemed to be inside him, as Frank said so with his tongue teasing Gerard\u2019s entrance, only teasing, how could it be? Then Gerard realized his eyes were closed and when he opened them, Frank was breathing above his crack, spit everywhere around his mouth and on his chin and nose, so fucking hot. Frank was smirking too, repeating his answer in that bedroom voice that rolled across Gerard\u2019s sensitive skin and wavered in his insides. That sight made Gerard\u2019s cock twitch.

Oh, yeah, it was still there, attached and alive and panging<\/i>. Gerard asked, jaws barely keeping it together to speak, \u201cYou wanna touch me?\u201d and let go of the wheel to grab the rock hard length between his thighs. So firm and painful, now that he was aware of it.

Frank shook his head, smirking. Gerard would have to do it himself because that motherfucker wanted to get off on Gerard\u2019s rim and masturbation. There was only one thing that Gerard could tell him in response. \u201cYou, Iero<\/i>, you\u2019re so fucking dirty.\u201d

And he didn\u2019t regret it when Frank snapped back into action and flicked his tongue around, not teasing, and inside, moaning, thrilling, tickling Gerard\u2019s insides up to his prostate and his fucking hand-moves. Gerard couldn\u2019t keep it together and pushed back for more, hips jerking and shaking as Gerard tried to ride Frank\u2019s tongue and fuck into his hand at the same time.

Driving his body back again, forehead against the window, eyes closed, open mouth breathing hot air onto the cold glass, Gerard felt that slick muscle being replaced with something thicker. He recognized the feeling of Frank\u2019s middle finger, twisting, turning, crooking against his fucking hot spot and he almost came undone. Frank licking around his rim only made it worse, or better<\/i>, forcing Gerard into his tight fist and faster against Frank\u2019s face, but then Frank put in his other middle finger - it felt weird but familiar, two similar fingers crashing together, opening him up and making way to more of Frank\u2019s tongue.

That was it. Gerard ducked forward quickly, led by that bliss and that high. It felt like an orgasm, but his dick wasn\u2019t ready yet to expel it out of his body, so Gerard went back to ride Frank - his fingers, his tongue, everything within reach.

Gerard jerked off a little faster when he felt Frank pulling one of his fingers out. He smirked to himself, thinking of what it could mean. He was ready. Frank kept the other one inside, still twisting, turning and crooking, and his tongue licked, lapped at all the sensitive places, but there it was, the second echo of hand on dick.

Gerard opened his eyes.

Behind him, Frank had his eyes closed too, the lower part of his face buried deep in the middle of Gerard\u2019s ass, pants undone half down his thighs, dick totally exposed. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen and Gerard was not even finished with this, but he was thinking of next time<\/i>. Because there had to be one, fuck him, it was too obscene not to. Especially as Frank was also jerking his own cock, right arm moving at the same pace of Gerard\u2019s but not quite simultaneous. Gerard synchronized them, put them in unison and moaned, making Frank moan, making Gerard relax.

His muscles clenched and relaxed too, hole opening up eagerly, and suddenly Frank seemed to be inside Gerard in his whole, fucking him hard and crazy, tonguing inside and reaching out for the impossible, so damn intense. Fuck the fantasy, fuck the awkwardness, fuck the location. This was worth all of it. Gerard was in Heaven, on fire at the same time, and lust could not quite cover it. That scene was putting him out of himself, scratching at his brain and clawing at his sanity. And he came.

Gerard came long and hard, face-first against the car window, completely coming apart, beyond himself even with a flick of Frank\u2019s moaning tongue across his rim and inside <\/i>at full force. There were sparkles in Gerard\u2019s brain, colorful like the fireworks Frank was made of, and his muscles didn\u2019t seem to want to stop going. He was still <\/i>coming, well, still spurting out cum onto the Corvette seat, afraid that tomorrow never came. When it stopped and Gerard felt the ache on every muscle he had, from arms to chest and legs, he closed his eyes for one second and let his dick fall limp between his legs.

He could still hear Frank jerking off and feel him lick in the right spots, but it was so erratic that Gerard knew he was close. He had to be. Behind him, Frank had his eyes forcefully shut, moist lips and hot tongue against Gerard\u2019s hole and his cock practically swelling with the friction. His free hand was grabbing Gerard\u2019s ass tight, squeezing, and certainly marking the skin with short nails.

It incited Gerard to curl over himself a little more and reach out to wrap his hand around Frank\u2019s. They sort of jerked him off together, but hey, there was still a tongue on his ass, so Gerard couldn\u2019t really focus on moving his arm. Post-orgasm rimming was even more effective and wet, because Frank was salivating as hard as Gerard had just come in the car.

Frank had to follow, though, Gerard wanted him gone too, wanted him spread out and completely spent. And Gerard knew exactly how he would get there. \u201cY\u2019know, Frank, you better come right this second or I won\u2019t let you come over this weekend. Ugh. <\/i>My parents are going out and there\u2019s been a lot of cumming - there, yeah, again<\/i> - in here. You need to clean it. Fuck, good, you\u2019re so good<\/i>.\u201d

It took Frank some time of frowning, his eyes wide open now, looking up at Gerard and hand slowing down until the hidden message of Gerard\u2019s speech seemed to hit him. When it did, and Gerard totally saw that glint in Frank\u2019s eyes and the way his tongue hesitated in his crack, Frank stroked himself fast again and came in three seconds. He tongued hard inside Gerard one last time, holding his cock, breathing against Gerard\u2019s ass, and Gerard watched him - so beautiful like this, all satisfied and fucked out, and just happy to be there. Gerard wanted that every day.

His awe turned into worry when Frank exhaled and sat back, cleaning his mouth with his sleeve and adjusting his jaw that might have gone slack after the long exercise behind Gerard. Frank seemed to be in pain, but then again he started smirking and just patted his lap lazily. Gerard obeyed and sat there, like he had done two weeks before, carefully enough to not hurt his over-sensitive dick while leaning in to kiss Frank right on the mouth. He didn\u2019t care about where it had been or what he was tasting, because relaxing against Frank, butt-naked on top of his pants was awesome. Yeah, his dick was out, and limp, and kind of gross with cum, but it was Frank\u2019s and Gerard loved it.

He pulled back. \u201cOh my god<\/i>, where\u2019d you learn that?\u201d And kissed Frank again, hard, shaking with it. \u201cAnd those filthy moans fucking vibrated inside me. You\u2019re made of awesome. And sex.\u201d

Frank giggled into the kiss. His hands crawled over Gerard\u2019s arms and grabbed the back of his neck to keep their lips locked, and of course Gerard wouldn\u2019t deny him that. He would kiss Frank until the world ended, or well, until Frank pulled away. That worked too. \u201cI\u2019ve read some stuff online, I admit. But the moans were all mine.\u201d He kissed Gerard\u2019s throat. \u201cYou were a fucking delight yourself, not even complaining about the position.\u201d

\u201cI forget pretty much everything while you\u2019re focused on getting us off,\u201d Gerard said, pressing his cheek against Frank\u2019s head and sighing. His eyes were turned to the driver\u2019s seat. \u201cFrank.<\/i> Frank, my car has cum everywhere<\/i>.\u201d

Frank snorted and patted Gerard\u2019s hip comfortingly. \u201cDon\u2019t worry about that. I\u2019m sure you\u2019ll think of something for next weekend.\u201d He smirked as Gerard sat up straight and found his eyes. \u201cLet\u2019s just clean it all today with the baby wipes and we\u2019ll focus on the deeper stains another day, yeah?\u201d

\u201cYeah,\u201d Gerard agreed, also because he caught sight of someone coming out of the school building and looking in the direction of the parking lot. \u201cFuck. Let\u2019s do it now and get dressed. He can\u2019t find us here.\u201d He laughed, and Frank followed.

Soon they had baby wipes and cleaned themselves and the car seats, just swiftly enough to erase any trace of sex from anyone\u2019s eyes, then Gerard hurried to put his pants on. He had tried to grab his underwear first, but Frank was faster to get them and put the briefs out of reach. Gerard looked at him and frowned.

\u201cWhat have I always told you about underwear?\u201d Frank asked. Gerard pretty much gave up on frowning and smirked instead. The \u2018Vette smelled like sex and Frank\u2019s last words, along with a fresh wink, made his dick twitch yet again. Frank always did it for him, really, always <\/i>making him react like that only with big eyes full of want and wit. But it was awesome.

Then, the bell rang and in less than a minute people started running out of school and into the streets, the bus stops, the parking lot. Frank laughed out loud and pecked Gerard\u2019s lips very quickly. Gerard shivered, but he wasn\u2019t cold. Frank\u2019s eyes were actually burning into him, his dick was twitching again - calm down, boy, again already<\/i>? - and lastly his hand was starting the car. Because, okay, maybe Gerard could drive them to Frank\u2019s house fast enough so that they could fuck for real before Frank\u2019s mom arrived from work. He just had to go now<\/i>.

~8,250 words.<\/i>
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Warning:<\/b> a full week of High School, lip gloss, Gerard's legs.

Summary:<\/b> You're so Dirty.


Dirty Like your Favorite Ride.<\/b>
by happilyappled<\/i><\/center>

- Monday, the deal.<\/b>

The school cafeteria still hadn\u2019t the best food for lunch, so Gerard and his friends always brought something from home, especially after a stomach bug that had affected many students when Gerard was a freshman. The school\u2019s Principal had hired a new staff and requested different meals, but it wasn\u2019t trustable anymore. So the group of five always sat outside in a circle, in the middle of two trees, with bottles of water and VitaminWater in the middle. Each ate their lunch, mainly sandwiches, and a salad for Frank.

Today, Gerard looked at him and smiled shyly. They had had a fight around two weeks ago about what Frank had said that Friday night, when he was drunk. Gerard had wanted to know what he had meant with that thighs-talk, but Frank had refused to talk about it, so Gerard had thought and accused him of having something to hide. The result was predictable: they didn\u2019t acknowledge each other for days, avoided any looks and any words, even at school and in between friends.

It got to a point where Gerard realized that they were being childish, that it was a dumb fight, because they knew each other for enough time; they should talk it all out. So he tried to make Frank understand why Gerard needed him to say that he wasn\u2019t leading Gerard on and that he wasn\u2019t cheating, and Frank confessed that he had no idea of what he had said or why.

Gerard had shaken his head and said, \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you just tell me that? It would have avoided this awful week that we had.\u201d And soon everything had gone back to normal, although it maintained a tender ambiance at school since it had almost ruined their circle of friends. Thankfully, it was over now.

And so was their lunch. The group had some time left before their next class, so they kept talking about classes and essays and grades when Frank relaxed against Gerard\u2019s side, sucking on a lollipop. He giggled. \u201cI haven\u2019t had one of these in years.\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s gonna make your kisses sweet,\u201d Gerard said, chuckling. He batted his eyelashes at Frank and made him laugh.

\u201cYou\u2019re so lame.\u201d

\u201cYeah, I\u2019m lame, so what?\u201d Gerard argued. Frank laughed again and Gerard watched as he shifted on the hard floor and laid his head on Gerard\u2019s knees. He had them up, feet propped on the floor, heels touching his ass. Frank lay there facing Gerard, who played with his hair and spoke up. \u201cListen, you wanna go catch a movie on Wednesday? Or something less romantic, I dunno, since we\u2019ve got the afternoon free. We haven\u2019t done that in months.\u201d

Frank stayed silent for a moment. Gerard watched his tongue twirl around the lollipop inside his mouth, then focused on Frank\u2019s eyes and answer before it was too late. \u201cYeah, it might be a good idea, but no intellectual movies. I want horror.\u201d

Gerard nodded, smiling. He couldn\u2019t say a thing because his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and checked that he had a text message from his father. That was strange. Better not make any plans for the week. Ds sick, I need your help after school till Monday. Im sorry. <\/i>

\u201cWell, fuck, I can\u2019t go,\u201d whined Gerard.

\u201cWhy, what happened?\u201d Frank wanted to know, lollipop forgotten in front of his mouth.

\u201cMy dad just sent me a text,\u201d Gerard replied, putting his cell phone in his bag now. Before any more bad news came. \u201cD\u2019s sick, won\u2019t work all week, so I gotta help at the garage every day after school. And Saturday, for sure.\u201d

\u201cWhat, can he do that?\u201d Frank complained, gesturing with the candy in every direction. \u201cDoesn\u2019t it qualify as exploitation, or anything?\u201d

\u201cFrank, no,\u201d Gerard chuckled. He noticed that Frank didn\u2019t, so he calmed down. \u201cHe\u2019s my dad, and if he needs help at the garage-\u201d

Frank shrugged and didn\u2019t look at Gerard when he said, \u201cOf course. You\u2019ll forget everything when you got the chance of working there.\u201d

Gerard frowned. \u201cAre you trying to fight with me about this<\/i>?\u201d

\u201cNo, it\u2019s not that. This<\/i> is your family business,\u201d Frank defended himself. \u201cBut we should be able to hang out after school.\u201d

Gerard watched his straight face for a while, then suggested, \u201cWell, you can come keep me company while I work.\u201d

\u201cRight.\u201d Suddenly, Frank got up from Gerard\u2019s knees, but Gerard grabbed him and lay his head down again, softly.

\u201cI\u2019m serious,\u201d he claimed, finding Frank\u2019s eyes and trying to get his attention and trust, a great deal in their relationship. \u201cMaybe not every<\/i> day, because we don\u2019t hang out every day in normal weeks, but you can come. It\u2019ll be fine.\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019ll still be working,\u201d Frank sulked. Gerard recognized it from the way his forehead wrinkled. He played with Frank\u2019s hair again.

\u201cYeah, but you\u2019ll be watching<\/i>. You don\u2019t fancy that thought?\u201d He paused, waiting for an answer, or any kind of reaction. It came in form of a smirk, a few seconds later, and Gerard smirked back. Right when the bell rang. He still said, \u201cBecause I do. And I can always make it up to you on the weekend.\u201d

Frank got up and soon they both stood up, getting their bags, wrapped in a silence as Frank certainly considered his reply. Gerard took his hand, as they followed their friends to the school\u2019s entrance, teasing everybody\u2019s eyes about being gay and proud. Then, Frank said, \u201cOkay. I'll come hang out with you, you give me something special on a weekend night.\u201d

\u201cDeal.\u201d Gerard kissed the corner of Frank\u2019s mouth quickly and they entered the main building, hurrying to their lockers and classrooms, not wanting to be late and lose the best seats.

**

- Tuesday, the maths.<\/b>

Still during dinner, Gerard announced that he wouldn\u2019t hang out with the family today; he had Algebra homework yet to finish. He noticed that his mother pulled an unhappy face and his father didn\u2019t look at him, but he couldn\u2019t interpret them or the silence that followed. He shared glances with Mikey, but he only shrugged, so Gerard decided to let it go. Maybe it was nothing.

After the meal was over, his mother didn\u2019t let Gerard help with the cleaning and sent him to his bedroom and his homework, and he obeyed. He also sulked at the thought of how much time it would take him. He should have English and Art on Wednesdays, not Gym and Algebra<\/i>. He should be able to renounce <\/i>to Algebra, especially to Algebra tests the following week.

Not really able to, obviously, Gerard sighed and turned his mini stereo on. He couldn\u2019t do any homework without good music; it relaxed his mind and helped him concentrate. Then he sat down and turned to his desk, closing his eyes for a second, mouthing a few lines of the lyrics and attacking. \u201cAlgebra homework, you\u2019re going down.\u201d

One hour later, though, his mom knocked and got in to check on him, stroke his hair and ask if he was alright, but he had to tell her the truth. He wasn\u2019t alright, but incapable of doing his homework. \u201cI can\u2019t focus, ma. I\u2019m really bad at it, I don\u2019t even like <\/i>Algebra, but it\u2019s that I can\u2019t - I can\u2019t focus<\/i>,\u201d he stressed. \u201cI\u2019m tired.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Gerard,\u201d his mother said, warm, giant hand on his neck. When he looked up, she had the same unhappy face on. He didn\u2019t like it, so he took her other hand and accepted her kiss on the top of his head. He suddenly realized that his mother might feel guilty for the fact that Gerard had to work at the garage after school and do his homework later than the usual, especially after the last test and the teacher\u2019s warning about Gerard\u2019s grades in Algebra.

\u201cDon\u2019t worry, ma, it\u2019s OK. I\u2019ll try harder,\u201d he said, earning a small smile from her. He smiled back. \u201cI might ask for Frank\u2019s help, too.\u201d

That made her chuckle a little. Gerard felt content for having gotten that reaction from his mother. Maybe he really was lame, and maybe he sometimes felt embarrassed around some things his family members said, but he loved them. He totally loved his little family.

Around twenty minutes later and five failed attempts of finishing an exercise, Gerard went to find his cell phone and sent Frank a text. I suck at algebra.<\/i> He could imagine the smile and the giggle Frank would release after reading it, and smiled too. He also hoped Frank didn\u2019t take long to reply, because it was getting late and he was really tired. Gerard sighed and tried to focus once more on his exercises, on the Algebra book opened in front of him with the hideous theory and on getting it all done, but his cell phone wasn\u2019t vibrating. Frank wasn\u2019t replying, not five nor ten minutes later, and Gerard was getting anxious. He hated that feeling, as much as he hated giving up on his homework, but he got up and went upstairs.

Only his parents were in the living room and his mother asked, \u201cAre you finished?\u201d Gerard shook his head and hurried to the kitchen, not wanting to see his mother\u2019s unhappy face. He didn\u2019t like it.

Gerard prepared himself a glass of chocolate milk and drank it as slowly as he could, trying not to think of how much he needed that B-plus at Algebra to see his pending application to college accepted. His expectation to get there wasn\u2019t really favorable, either. He only had six weeks left of school, after all. How would he be able to suddenly learn Algebra in a month<\/i>? It was seriously disconcerting. Gerard knew he could count on Frank, straight A\u2019s from the very first Algebra class he had had with Gerard, that smart motherfucker, but it was getting too much to Gerard\u2019s head. Especially with the unfinished homework, due tomorrow morning, still on his bedroom desk.

Either way, when he was finished drinking, Gerard went back to the living room. His mother was quiet and looking at the TV, but his father turned to him with sad eyes. He felt slightly uncomfortable in that ambiance, so he bit the inside of his cheek and said, \u201cI can\u2019t do it. I\u2019m going to bed.\u201d

\u201cGerard,\u201d his mother said when he turned to leave. He turned back to her. She didn\u2019t look unhappy anymore, but disappointed. At him, probably, but it was only a day. Gerard still felt a small sting in his left eye, focusing on his mother again as she said, \u201cGoodnight.\u201d

\u201cGoodnight.\u201d Then he left and felt another sting, on his right eye now. Why was it even there? It was only a piece of homework, only one day; well, maybe not, with a test next week and a grade he would have to seriously battle for.

He entered his bedroom with his mother\u2019s unhappy and disappointed faces in his mind, as well as his father\u2019s silence, so he looked at his desk and attacked again. He was decided to do it now, to never feel that tension again, no matter how tired he was. Turning off the stereo, he sat down and focused, but every second that passed brought another tear to his face.

This was stupid. He shouldn\u2019t feel like this just because he couldn\u2019t do his homework. Every other student copied theirs before the class started, so why couldn\u2019t he? Gerard, then, closed his books and buried his face in his hands, just breathing slowly and trying to stop the tears. He inhaled sharply and rubbed at his eyes, jumping a little when his cell phone vibrated on the desk. He blinked and picked it up, noticing an incoming call from Frank and the little envelop on the screen telling him he had a text message.

He picked up the call, trying to compose himself. \u201cHey.\u201d

\u201cGerard?\u201d came Frank\u2019s voice, frantic. \u201cGee, are you alright?\u201d

Gerard inhaled and remained silent, not wanting Frank to notice that he was uselessly crying. And Frank spoke again, \u201cI was downstairs with my mom because she has a new friend and wanted to introduce us, so I didn\u2019t see the text immediately. I sent you one when I saw it, but you didn\u2019t reply, so I called and sent you another text just a few minutes ago. I was worried.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Gerard murmured, gulping. \u201cI went upstairs a while after I sent you the first text and, hm - yeah. I didn\u2019t mean to worry you.\u201d

Frank\u2019s breath was all Gerard could hear in response, at least until he sniffled without thinking. \u201cAre you ok?\u201d

Gerard inhaled again, deeply, and admitted, \u201cNo. I can\u2019t do any of this Algebra homework. I can\u2019t focus, I don\u2019t understand the exercises and I can\u2019t - I\u2019m too tired. And when I went upstairs and told my mom that I wouldn\u2019t do it today, she looked so disappointed at me, so I\u2019m trying to do it again.\u201d He sighed, rubbing his left eye.

\u201cBut it\u2019s so late already,\u201d Frank said, somewhat pitifully. \u201cYou should be going to bed.\u201d

\u201cI know, but-\u201d Gerard tried, but was interrupted by a long yawn. Then he continued, \u201cYou should have seen my mom\u2019s face. I felt so bad. And I\u2019m crying, which is completely stupid, but-\u201d

Frank interrupted him. \u201cYou crying<\/i>? What\u2019s wrong?\u201d

\u201cI dunno,\u201d Gerard said innocently, or childishly, he couldn\u2019t tell. \u201cThere was too much tension around me since I came home from the garage and told them I had homework to do after dinner. My mom even came to check on me, see if I was doing ok, and she never does that. And I-\u201d Gerard shut up, feeling so stupidly sad.

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d Frank asked, softly now.

\u201cI miss you.\u201d Gerard closed his eyes and hated the silence that came next. It made him feel awful. \u201cI know we were together in school and will see each other in the morning, but I still miss you. Probably because I feel so bad.\u201d

\u201cI understand, Gee, I miss you too. I wanted to go to see you at the garage today, but my mom had that guy over and didn\u2019t let me,\u201d Frank said and later, apologized. \u201cI hate not being with you when you feel bad.\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s not your fault, it\u2019s this stupid Algebra and this awful week,\u201d Gerard said calmly, trying to sound sure of himself. \u201cAnd the damn test next week, I dunno.\u201d

\u201cI can help you,\u201d Frank offered immediately, voice so soft that Gerard could almost feel Frank\u2019s breath on his cheek. \u201cTomorrow? I mean, if you don\u2019t mind waking up earlier. We\u2019ve got a free first period, so I can look over the exercises with you.\u201d

Gerard exhaled, smoothly, in a relief he didn\u2019t know he needed. \u201cYeah, thanks. You\u2019re the best.\u201d He could hear Frank\u2019s smile.

\u201cI care, Gerard, I know you need this grade really bad. It\u2019s a lot of pressure on you, especially with a test coming and in the last weeks of school, but you don\u2019t have to feel bad. You can do this,\u201d Frank spoke in what Gerard knew was his best voice, at least it always came when Gerard needed cheering up. And it worked. Gerard even smiled.

\u201cThank you,\u201d he said simply. It was honest, too. \u201cI love you.\u201d

\u201cI know,\u201d Frank said smugly and it made Gerard chuckle despite everything else. Then he said it back with the amount of feeling that Gerard needed to hear in Frank\u2019s voice, and it warmed him up. Frank had that superpower and Gerard felt really lucky in those occasions. Well, he knew he was lucky all the time.

**

- Wednesday, the blowjob.<\/b>

So, Frank\u2019s mouth was really <\/i>obscene, all stretched around Gerard\u2019s dick, glowing in pink and coating Gerard with it. Frank sometimes closed his eyes and focused, but other times he bashed his eyelids open and sent Gerard closer to the end. When his orgasm hit, Frank was quite a sight for horny eyes: he drank some, spread cum over Gerard\u2019s head with his tongue, spread some more on his own lips. It was the hottest thing Gerard had ever seen around his middle, hot and obscene. There was cum mixed with the pink glow, from the lip gloss Frank had brought with him.

Gerard had no idea why, and how he had known that they would trade blowjobs in his dad\u2019s office, after said father had left, of course. And Gerard had been really confused when Frank took it out of a pocket, saying, \u201cI read about this on the internet and wanna try it out.\u201d

And he liked it in the end. It had been another amazing and unexpected experience with his High School boyfriend. It was awesome.

When Gerard was done and Frank pulled away, Gerard could faint at the scene. His cock was covered in cum and lip gloss and spit, a string of it still attached to Frank\u2019s mouth, which hung open in evident pleasure. When Gerard found Frank\u2019s eyes, they tore him apart again, gave him a very strong squeeze to his balls like he could come a second time. Yet he was spent<\/i>.

Frank licked Gerard clean until he was limp and fucking pink-shiny<\/i>, but Frank\u2019s top lip still had evidences of his blowjob. Gerard kneeled down and kissed him full-on, not wanting to miss any of it. He tasted himself and tasted Frank, exploring that cave in detail until it told him all the secret paths to Frank\u2019s soul. Gerard wanted them all.

\u201cHow can you do this to me?\u201d Gerard moaned, grabbing Frank\u2019s hair and tugging, pulling Frank closer for another long kiss.

Frank smirked while pulling away, fisting at what he could of Gerard\u2019s unzipped working clothes. \u201cIt\u2019s what you get for making me watch you working in these overalls. It\u2019s your fault.\u201d He giggled.

Gerard smirked too and cocked an eyebrow. \u201cYou want me to be a full-time mechanic like my dad?\u201d he asked. Frank nodded in answer and kissed Gerard again, one hand on his neck, the other on Gerard\u2019s clothed thigh.

\u201cIt\u2019d never get old,\u201d Frank whispered, resting his forehead against Gerard\u2019s. It was too romantic for two guys with their dicks out, after mutual blowjobs, lustful as they could get. Frank chuckled after a moment. \u201cGerard, your dad\u2019s at the door.\u201d

Gerard jumped out of his skin and turned around to the door, hiding Frank\u2019s dick with his body and maybe hiding his own with one hand. But there was nobody there. Frank burst out laughing behind him. Gerard pushed him hard. \u201cYou bastard!\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, I had to,\u201d Frank giggled. \u201cYou should have seen your face.\u201d

Gerard glared at him. \u201cI\u2019ll give you my face. This just earned you a reduction on your surprise for Saturday. It\u2019ll be smaller than my first idea.\u201d

\u201cYou can\u2019t do that!\u201d Frank whined.

\u201cAnd you can scare the shit out of me like that?\u201d Gerard defended himself, cocky nod included. \u201cMy dad, at the door! You\u2019re crazy!\u201d

Frank laughed again. \u201cYou love it.\u201d

Gerard smiled, giving in. \u201cSometimes, yeah,\u201d he conceded; it was the truth anyway. Now he needed a new place for Saturday night.

Frank\u2019s cell phone rang from his pocket, then. It was his mother. \u201cI gotta go. Your mom must be waiting for you too,\u201d Frank said and Gerard agreed.

They took the baby wipes from Frank\u2019s bag and cleaned themselves up, smirking at the lip gloss in there as well. Those smirks, though, disappeared when Frank zipped up his pants and hissed. Gerard knew what it was: his dick always became too sensitive after an orgasm, to the point of hurting him up to an hour later, so Gerard kissed Frank to soothe the pain away. He whispered, though, \u201cThat\u2019s why you wear underwear, baby.\u201d

Frank giggled and got up. \u201cUnderwear\u2019s so overrated for some situations. What\u2019s the point of putting it on if you know you\u2019re gonna take it off?\u201d He gestured at Gerard absentmindedly, and the latter just laughed it off with him. \u201cI\u2019ll be fine. You took great care of it.\u201d

And finally they went outside, Frank\u2019s arm curled around Gerard\u2019s until the doors were locked and they got to their cars. Frank trapped Gerard against his truck and kissed him sweetly, bringing that familiar feeling to his gut. It made Gerard\u2019s hands envelop Frank\u2019s face and Gerard\u2019s chest swell with that minute.

\u201cI\u2019ll see you tomorrow,\u201d Gerard said, caressing his face with both thumbs. Then, they were off, in opposite directions.

When Gerard got home, his mother stood in the hall, by the window to the front of the house. She was holding her cell phone and pointed it at Gerard\u2019s face, as soon as he closed the front door. \u201cFinally! I\u2019ve been trying to call you since your dad came home.\u201d

\u201cWhy, what happened?\u201d he asked, frowning. As far as he knew, he hadn\u2019t done anything wrong.

\u201cNothing, but I like to know where you are. Your dad said you stayed at the garage with Frank, but it\u2019s been over an hour, I was worried,\u201d she stressed, still looking very threatening.

Gerard went for his bag and retrieved his cell phone, noticing the ten missed calls and four text messages in that tense silence. He looked up at his mother again; she was frowning, eyes burning at Gerard. He managed: \u201cI\u2019m sorry, I didn\u2019t have it with me.\u201d

\u201cNext time, make sure you do; I mean it,\u201d she said louder, walking past him afterwards. She kept talking on her way to the kitchen. \u201cIt\u2019s always the same thing, always the same excuse. I didn\u2019t have it with me. <\/i>I don\u2019t know why you even have a cell phone then, if you forget it in your bag the whole time. And it\u2019s always <\/i>when you\u2019re with Frank, it\u2019s getting repetitive. I\u2019m tired of that shit.\u201d

Gerard had followed her, but stopped by the kitchen door. Mikey was sitting at the table looking down at his empty plate, and Gerard\u2019s father was standing behind his chair, staring apologetically at Gerard. His mother was now turning around and apparently, she wasn\u2019t finished yet. \u201cI have forbidden you from seeing Frank out of school before, I can do it again. Don\u2019t forget that.\u201d

\u201cI got<\/i> it, ma,\u201d Gerard replied, somewhat annoyed, but closed his mouth at his mother\u2019s look. And he looked away.

\u201cI\u2019ve told her you were fine, she just didn\u2019t believe me,\u201d his father said and Gerard noticed that he got a stern look from mom, too. Yet he smiled at Gerard to calm the mood down.

\u201cSit down already, dinner\u2019s almost cold,\u201d the mother said and everybody obeyed except Gerard. He looked down at his overalls, dirty with oil from working, then up at his mother. She sighed. \u201cGo on and get changed. We won\u2019t wait for you any more, though,\u201d she said, and stretched her arm across the table to get Mikey\u2019s plate.

Gerard nodded, even if it was useless, and turned around to go get his shower and dress in some sweatpants and a tee. He was all dirty, perhaps inside and out. He felt rather empty from that very awkward moment in family, though, but as soon as the hot water hit his naked body, Gerard could only think of the best things of that day.

He considered how he had succeeded in working around his Algebra homework only under Frank\u2019s supervision, how he had succeeded in facing his class and solving a completely new exercise on the board and how he had gotten a smile from his teacher as everybody filled out of class.

He thought of the very distracting and relaxing afternoon at the garage, with Frank visiting and watching him for an hour, then trading blowjobs with him after his father left. Then, he couldn\u2019t stop thinking about Frank\u2019s pink lip gloss, how it was so glow-y, how Frank looked so different with it on, how Frank looked so hot with his glowing mouth sucking Gerard\u2019s dick. Gerard wanted to repeat that, that was a promise he made himself.

**

- Thursday, the pamphlet.<\/b>

Frank hadn\u2019t come to the garage today because of what Gerard had told him about last night, while they picked at their salads. Frank had confessed to him that he felt guilty for Gerard\u2019s mother yelling at him, even when Gerard told him it was not his fault. Then, Frank had said he preferred to feel that way because they had spent two months just seeing each other in school before and it hadn\u2019t been good. He even gave Gerard three reasons.

One, the sneaky kisses at the garage that Gerard\u2019s father couldn\u2019t see had made them even more eager and hungry to be together; two, the phone sex had never been enough and had caused some restless nights; three, no Gerard at Friday night parties had turned Frank\u2019s weekends useless. It had been a mess, Gerard agreed with that.

So now he just finished with the Lexus and went to warn his father that they were already late, but they made it home okay and it was smoother than the previous night. Gerard took a shower after his father like always and relaxed his muscles under the hot water, his mind empty, giving himself a break. It felt really good and he later left the bedroom with a smile on his face.

After dinner, the whole family hung out in the living room. Gerard always shared the couch with his father to watch The Simpsons <\/i>and with Mikey, but he spent most of the time texting by Gerard\u2019s side. His mother sat on the other couch with a different magazine every day, bought or borrowed Gerard never knew nor did he ask.

When he went to sit down, though, Gerard saw something curious on the low table: it was a pamphlet, randomly put there. He grabbed it. \u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d

\u201cI saw it when I went to the supermarket,\u201d his mother spoke up in a normal voice. \u201cAnd I thought it would be interesting for you. You\u2019ve helped your dad all week, so you can take Frank there on Saturday? If you want. He\u2019s into horror movies, isn\u2019t he?\u201d

Gerard looked at his mother, incredulous, after two difficult nights in family. \u201cAre you serious?\u201d he asked. Looking down again, he took mental notes of some details of the pamphlet. As usual every year, there was a week in May dedicated to movies at a drive-in facility in the town\u2019s biggest park, and this year it would be about horror movies from the 70s and the 80s. Frank would love that, Gerard was sure.

His mother\u2019s reply filled his ears, all of a sudden. \u201cYeah. You\u2019ll be free on Sunday, at least from the garage, so you might as well enjoy that night. And it\u2019s my way to make amends for last night. I was a little over the top.\u201d She smiled.

Gerard smiled back, truthfully. \u201cThat\u2019s really thoughtful, thanks, ma.\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s alright. There\u2019s already too much pressure on your shoulders, when you should enjoy your last weeks of High School,\u201d she said, still smiling, before turning her attention back to the magazine. That last line made Gerard a little gloomy because the end of High School implied going to college and not being with Frank every day anymore, and Gerard was not ready for that yet.

For now, he clutched the pamphlet in his hands during the two episodes of The Simpsons<\/i>. Later, in his bedroom, he read it more carefully and smiled wide when, as he dressed in his pajamas, his mind gave him a full picture of a great surprise to Frank on Saturday night.

**

- Friday, the announcement.<\/b>

After the last and busiest day of the week at school, Gerard had cleared his mind completely while working and sometimes chatting with his dad, if they were doing something together. It was healthy. The result was simple. On the drive home, Gerard felt free and happy, humming along with the radio and just thinking of nothing. It felt good for a change.

Getting home, though, he noticed an extra car in their driveway. His dad\u2019s recently acquired Sedan was normally parked, but now there was a Ford that Gerard recognized very well; it belonged to his uncle Max. He groaned and rubbed at his forehead after he parked his truck behind his dad\u2019s car, since they would be leaving at the same time the next morning.

Going inside, Gerard was greeted by chatter coming from the kitchen, certainly as his mother cooked and everybody else was there with her. And he was right. Mom was slicing up some carrots and sitting at the table were Uncle Max and Aunt Brigitte, the homophobic relatives that Gerard hated so much. He hated particularly to smile at them and apologize for his looks, to say that he was happy to see them and that they hadn\u2019t visited them for too long. Gerard hated to play this game, he hated <\/i>to be cynical, but it was his mother\u2019s brother and he had to show some respect, or whatever. He still left the room, claiming that he needed a shower really bad. And he went to his bedroom to take care of that.

Later on, during dinner, Gerard\u2019s mother announced the reason behind the guests. Apparently, they were in town for the weekend, to do something that Gerard really didn\u2019t care to hear any details about, and the usual motels were full, so Uncle Max spared a thought to his affable, big-hearted little sister. And Tina <\/i>obviously opened her door to them.

Gerard still didn\u2019t like it and he made sure his mother understood everything when he spoke, \u201cI\u2019m still going out with Frank tomorrow night, ma. He\u2019d kill me if I cancelled our plans now.\u201d She sent him a stern look while nodding, because they all knew how the only mention of gay<\/i> in front of her brother made him really uncomfortable. Mikey was grinning at Gerard, though, not very fond of their guests' principles either.

Wearing pajamas and already in bed, after an awkward evening in the living room just hanging out with his brother but not authorized to leave the room, Gerard sent a text message to Frank. We got a problem, can i call u?<\/i>

Frank replied affirmatively not even three minutes later, and Gerard called him pretty much immediately, to tell Frank about the unexpected visitors. \u201cI still wanted you over for dinner tomorrow, but ma sent me really nasty looks when I mentioned it to her. She really hates that I tease my uncle about being gay.\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s her brother, Gee, of course she hates that,\u201d<\/i> Frank reasoned with a chuckle.

\u201cWell, I\u2019m sorry I\u2019m not the perfect son.\u201d

\u201cDon\u2019t be,\u201d<\/i> Frank said right away, smile pretty clear on his voice. \u201cYou\u2019re a great person the way you are. Perfect sons are goddamn straight boring.\u201d<\/i>

\u201cThank you. You totally re-boosted my self-esteem!\u201d Gerard exclaimed, aware of his ridiculous tone. He even rolled his eyes at himself.

\u201cAnytime,\u201d<\/i> said Frank, giggling.

Then, they talked about their afternoons without each other, Gerard whining about dinner and the unexpected guests, then Frank complaining about his mother\u2019s new special friend, how he was still in the house and he could hear them<\/i>. In the end, thus, they ended up having a quick phone-fuck to distract Frank from the noises. And Gerard fell asleep clutching his cell phone, cum all over his middle beneath the covers.

Part Two:<\/a>

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Part One.<\/a>

- Saturday, the ride.<\/b>

At the garage, 6pm sharp. \u201cDad?\u201d Gerard tried the office, but it was empty, so he ran to the working lobby and found his father working on the Johnsons\u2019 van. \u201cDad, are you ready to go home? I just came back with the Lexus, it\u2019s running fine, so I thought we could go.\u201d

\u201cBut I\u2019m not finished with-\u201d his father tried to retaliate, but he checked his watch instead. \u201cRight, ok, you going out tonight. Alright. I\u2019ll finish this on Monday,\u201d he said, wiping his hands on his working cloth.

\u201cI\u2019ll go get my stuff at the office, then drive home. I gotta be first tonight, dad,\u201d Gerard said over his shoulder on his way to his father\u2019s office. He grabbed his bag, verified that he had nothing on his cell phone and hurried to the truck, parked outside. He smirked. Tonight there would be a surprise for Frank and Gerard was excited<\/i>.

*

At home, he barely acknowledged his uncle, aunt and brother sitting on the living room couch, throwing a quick greet behind him. In his bedroom, he dropped his bag and grabbed what he needed for his shower. He needed a longer one to fully relax his body from the physical effort of a full day at the garage and to get rid of that smell of oil and cars, but he couldn\u2019t. It had to be fast, especially because he hadn\u2019t found the t-shirt he wanted to wear.

He was actually trying to find it in his closet, after the shower, with his favorite pants on and nothing else, when somebody knocked and got in. Mikey. \u201cHey, what\u2019s up?\u201d

\u201cNothing,\u201d Mikey replied, shrugging. \u201cJust wanted to hang out with someone who doesn\u2019t ask me about school or girls all day<\/i>.\u201d

Gerard laughed at that, scrubbing a little hitch on his ribs. \u201cI swear, they wanna make sure you got the genes right. You\u2019re the prodigy, Mikey.\u201d

\u201cShut up, you freak,\u201d the youngest replied. They chuckled. Gerard went back to the slight mess in his closet. Mikey\u2019s voice came from behind him: \u201cYou havin\u2019 trouble choosing your outfit?\u201d

\u201cYou think you\u2019re so<\/i> funny, Mikeyway. I\u2019m trying to find our Night of the Living Dead tee,\u201d Gerard replied. Then, he turned to Mikey again. \u201cDo you have it upstairs?\u201d

\u201cNope, I asked mom for it the other day and she said she had brought it here with your laundry, and there are some things that I don\u2019t do when you\u2019re not home,\u201d he chuckled. That answer, though, made something click inside Gerard\u2019s head. He knew where those clean clothes were and passed by Mikey to get them from the drawer beneath his bed. Mikey seemed to sniff at something, at least from what Gerard heard, then it came. \u201cIs that - cologne<\/i>?\u201d

\u201cWhat?\u201d Gerard inquired, fisting at the wanted t-shirt and closing the drawer again. He got up and answered, \u201cYeah, it is, it\u2019s a special date. We haven\u2019t seen each other much out of school. I gotta make it up to Frank. I\u2019m even taking the \u2018Vette!

Mikey snorted. \u201cYou\u2019re so fuckin\u2019 hopeless, man.\u201d

\u201cShut the fuck up, little brother,\u201d Gerard retorted, putting his tee on to not look at Mikey\u2019s face as he laughed.

They had a nice relationship, teasing each other about a lot of stuff, but they also had other things in common, so Gerard changed the subject subtly. It didn\u2019t matter to what, as long as Mikey stopped making fun of him for everything he did, yet the little shit always made a comment to any of Gerard\u2019s moves: how he brushed and styled his hair, how he applied some eyeliner and a thin layer of no-color lip gloss, how he checked his reflection after every action. It was annoying, but Gerard always took it with a chuckle or a small laugh.

At least until the moment Gerard was ready and led Mikey back upstairs, putting his jacket on. He was smiling, expectant about what he had imagined and hoping he would do it in the end. It was only Frank, Gerard knew that, but he was still very nervous<\/i>.

*

Dinner was not over yet. Gerard and Mikey were done with their food, plates and glasses empty, mouths clean, napkins on the table, but the adults weren\u2019t finished. The brothers had been told to not leave the table until it was necessary, so they chatted briefly in low voices about what Mikey should do alone tonight. Gerard felt bad for him, hoping that their mother didn\u2019t make him stay in the living room sulking and being bored. He felt bad especially as his cell phone rang in his pocket. It rang only one time.

He smiled apologetically at Mikey, who rolled his eyes at him. Then, he said, \u201cFrank\u2019s here, ma.\u201d She looked at him and let him go, as Gerard noticed the unpleasant gazes from his uncle, so he decided to go even further. \u201cLook, we\u2019re coming back here later. Frank\u2019s mom has a friend over and he refuses to sleep at home. Is that ok?\u201d

His father nodded and agreed vocally, his uncle stared at him in some disgust, he could tell, and his mother sent him only a warning. \u201cThat\u2019s fine, but don\u2019t go Dirty Dancing <\/i>on us. Please<\/i>.\u201d

Gerard felt tempted to smile teasingly at her, a little more comfortable with the reference since Frank had told him how to avoid the embarrassment, but he decided to just nod. It was more polite and adequate, as he knew his mother\u2019s look could destroy his confidence in a second.

Excusing himself, he sent a quick text to Frank, brush my teeth<\/i>, and went to do just that and get everything else he needed for the night.

\u201cGoodnight!\u201d he yelled from the front door on his way out and inhaled the fresh air of May when he was outside.

Frank was waiting by Gerard\u2019s truck, his own car in the driveway, Gerard noticed. He walked closer to Frank, both smiling, and hugged him quickly. \u201cFinally,\u201d Gerard mumbled, getting Frank\u2019s face and bringing their lips together gently. They made out for a while, slowly and beautifully, just holding each other with affection. Gerard breathed through his nose and licked at the roof of Frank\u2019s mouth and at his tongue, reaching out for the sweetest part of their kisses until Frank pulled him away a little.

\u201cHi,\u201d Frank whispered with a soft smile and it remained fluttering in Gerard\u2019s chest after he drank in that scene. Frank inhaled deeply too and placed kisses along Gerard\u2019s jaw. \u201cYou smell so good! What\u2019s this?\u201d

Gerard giggled as Frank buried his face on Gerard\u2019s neck, moaning lowly when his tongue reached out for something. Gerard let it happen, let Frank devour both sides of his neck with kisses and inhales, feeling proud of what he had done for his boyfriend. He smiled and said, \u201cI told you I\u2019d make it up to you tonight, didn\u2019t I?\u201d

Frank smiled too, he felt it against his earlobe, and Gerard closed his eyes as he mouthed at it, playing with the skin and with Gerard\u2019s self-control. It was over soon, though, making Gerard release a whine from the back of his throat, a whimper when Frank pulled him away and kept him at arms\u2019 length. \u201cAnd you look so good, tight pants, red jacket. What\u2019s going on? I thought we were going to a drive-in.\u201d

\u201cWe are, but I wanted to impress you. So many hours under cars this week gave me a lot of ideas and such,\u201d Gerard replied, kissing him again, but Frank pulled back too early. He groaned. \u201cLemme kiss you<\/i>, Frank.\u201d And he did, in the end, letting Gerard engulf him with his mouth and his arms, letting Gerard back him against the truck and kiss the hell out of him.

Minutes later, really awesome minutes of making out and groping later, Gerard pulled away himself and encouraged them to get out of there and go watch some horror glory. Frank grinned and practically ran to the truck passenger door, but Gerard showed him a different set of keys, asking, \u201cYou wanna take a ride in the \u2018Vette?\u201d

Frank seemed to study him, completely still, until his grin reappeared. Gerard walked closer to him again and went for his hand, but Frank flung himself into Gerard\u2019s arms and pressed a hard kiss to Gerard\u2019s mouth. When he pulled away, lips glowing with some lip gloss and eyes watching that beam, he mouthed a rather enthusiastic YES.

Grinning as well, Gerard opened the garage door and asked Frank to move his truck to the street so that he could take the Corvette out. He waited for Frank when he went to park the truck again and close the garage door, and reapplied the lip gloss, stored away in his jacket pocket. Frank got in then, giggling at him, and Gerard joked around. \u201cYou ruined my make-up, Frank.\u201d

\u201cStop being so whiny and girly<\/i>, and drive!\u201d Frank mused with a small punch on Gerard\u2019s arm.

Gerard obeyed nonetheless, already knowing that they were going to be late, but thankfully it wasn\u2019t too much. Gerard parked them where he could, much more cars in the park than he had imagined, but being a Saturday night, it shouldn\u2019t be a surprise. He grinned at Frank after stopping the car and they both tried to get comfortable to watch the movie.

He didn\u2019t even know what to do, from the moment Frank seemed really into the film, especially because Gerard reviewed many images that he wanted to see come true that night. Because no way his surprise would just be taking Frank to a drive-in session. Gerard sighed and tried to smile, when Frank turned to look at him, but he was too anxious<\/i>.

At one point, Gerard\u2019s foot was thumping on the floor and his eyes saw none of the images on the big flat screen. He didn\u2019t know what he was doing. He looked around and saw many other drivers, in front of, beside and behind them, seeming so close through the car mirrors and turning Gerard into a quivering mess inside. He closed his eyes and inhaled, deciding to ignore his racing heart and self-conscious mind and finally starting the surprise part of his plan.

Taking Frank\u2019s hand was the first step and meeting Frank\u2019s smile was the consequence, but instead of helping Gerard, it made him more insecure. Frank asked if he was alright and he replied affirmatively, with motivation, smiling even, and they commented on the movie a little bit until Gerard\u2019s confidence hit and he touched Frank\u2019s thigh. \u201cI didn\u2019t bring you here for the movie, Frank, I\u2019m sorry.\u201d

Frank looked down and back up, frowning at him. He spoke. \u201cThen, why-\u201d

Gerard didn\u2019t let him speak. He kissed Frank before he regretted his whole plan and ran back home in embarrassment. He moved his hand from Frank\u2019s thigh to his neck, keeping him close, open-mouthed against his, and put his other hand there, bluntly crawling closer to Frank\u2019s crotch. Gerard groped and squeezed, feeling only Frank\u2019s organ, at least until a tug on Frank\u2019s hair, a flick of Gerard\u2019s tongue on the roof of Frank\u2019s mouth and a single moan from Frank\u2019s throat made Frank\u2019s cock tingle. It twitched inside his pants, responding accordingly to Gerard\u2019s touch, as the two teenagers made out hungrily in Gerard\u2019s Corvette.

The arch of his hand fitted perfectly with the new bulge in Frank\u2019s pants, but it didn\u2019t stop Gerard from squeezing and retrieving moans from his boyfriend. The kiss stopped for a moment and Gerard got to watch Frank\u2019s face as he groaned and whimpered at the caresses; it was almost divine. Frank\u2019s mouth twitched open, a red flush crept to his cheeks and his pulse was so evident in that main vein on his neck. Gerard loved it.

He loved it so much that he pulled Frank in for another kiss, another slide of their tongues. His hand on Frank\u2019s hair gripped at it and the other undid his pants kind of awkwardly, but neither of them complained. Frank just moaned louder into Gerard\u2019s mouth when his fingers trickled down Frank\u2019s dick. And it was so hard.

Gerard pulled away from him, mouth and both hands, watching as Frank remained there, cheek against the seat and mouth open, certainly waiting for more. Only Gerard wasn\u2019t going to give that to him right now.

\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d Frank asked at some point. He looked around them, trying to figure something out, and with wide eyes he turned back to Gerard. \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t dare.\u201d

\u201cYou remember what I asked you back at home?\u201d Gerard questioned with a smirk, tilted to the left side of his mouth on purpose. Frank frowned at him, maybe trying to think, but Gerard was done with the suspense. \u201cI asked if you wanted to take a ride<\/i> in the \u2018Vette, and here we are.\u201d

He waited for a reaction, but Frank just looked at him, eyes staring deeply into Gerard\u2019s soul with a silence that could mean so much. Gerard cocked an eyebrow in a question, licking his lips, trying to incite Frank into something more than that gaze and it finally came in a very breathy voice. \u201cShow me what you\u2019ve got. I think I\u2019ll enjoy this surprise.\u201d

Smirking, Gerard sat back on his seat and slid his ass further a little bit. He undid his pants and pulled them off, hearing Frank\u2019s moan when his groin was exposed. He looked to his side and Frank was watching him in silence, mouth red and eyes kind of blown, but it wasn\u2019t enough. Especially because Gerard was only half-hard.

He left his sneakers, pants and underwear in a pile on the floor, before turning to Frank and tugging at his pants. \u201cGet these off, c\u2019mon.\u201d But Frank refused to move and grinned at him, lifting his hips. Gerard got the hint and reached out for them instead, stretching over the middle of the car to get to Frank\u2019s shoes and get him naked from the waist down too. Only their socks remained and Gerard didn\u2019t bother; they wouldn\u2019t interfere.

Suddenly, Gerard felt Frank tugging on his hair and turning his head for another kiss. Their moist tongues got into a serious fight for control immediately, but Frank\u2019s kind of faltered when Gerard touched his cock without a warning. It was already hard, so Gerard didn\u2019t stroke it much; he just held it while kissing Frank and moaned when Frank touched him. It was only his waist, but it was enough. More than.

\u201cC\u2019mere,\u201d Frank invited with a surreal voice that tingled on Gerard\u2019s body, creating shivers across his shoulders and down his spine. \u201cCome ride me.\u201d

\u201cThat\u2019s my goal,\u201d Gerard purred, trying his best not to knock any parts of his body anywhere in order to straddle Frank\u2019s thighs. They accommodated themselves to get their dicks lined up, sliding against each other in a current of dirty shocks that collected moans from their chests.

Gerard didn\u2019t have much space in that position, because the top of the Corvette was quite low, but he managed to curl himself around Frank in a way that still let them move. His feet hung in the air as his knees tried to keep him balanced on the passenger seat, both legs tight against Frank, and soon their skin would be damp with sweat from the closeness. Gerard made sure their mouths were lined up too, even as he moved his hips to create friction on their middles. So far he had gone from semi-hard to fully hard and feeling Frank\u2019s pulse through their cocks never ceased to amaze him. His delight was such that he wrapped his hands around Frank\u2019s forearms and kissed him heatedly, tongues moving at the same rhythm as his hips. It made Frank moan.

After a moan in response, Gerard pulled away at the feeling of Frank\u2019s hands on his shoulders forcing him back. He complied. The hands moved to his jacket and Gerard watched as Frank slid it off of him, then pulled at the hem of his t-shirt. \u201cYou want me naked, really?\u201d he asked, turning his head a little to take a look outside.

Through the driver\u2019s window, he saw a girl in the next car focused on the movie on the screen; he sighed of relief. Maybe no one would see them, so he undressed his tee and shoved it to the vacant seat. But Frank still had the red jacket in his hands and handed it over to Gerard with a smirk.

\u201cPut it on,\u201d he said, \u201cIt\u2019ll look good on your bare, freshly toned chest.\u201d And Gerard obeyed him, he got to see and feel Frank leaning him back and distributing kisses across his naked skin. It was beautiful and turned Gerard on immensely, to the point of moaning loud and tilting his head to the side with his eyes closed.

Re-opening them when Frank pulled them against the seat, Gerard didn\u2019t lose any time in kissing Frank again and going for the right pocket of his jacket, where a condom and lube waited for them. He pulled away and showed Frank those items, earning a smirk and another kiss. This time it was intense, Frank\u2019s hands on his waist, pulling their bodies dangerously close, making Gerard\u2019s chest burn in anticipation. He had been anxious before, but all those apprehensive emotions had lost strength to his hard-on.

When he pulled away, Frank was moaning, eyes closed, head resting on the seat, so Gerard held the packet of lube between his teeth and focused on getting the condom. It was pink. It made him chuckle, but not forget what he was doing. He rolled the condom on Frank as he waited and watched patiently, then ripped the other sachet open and lubed him up, getting some sensual moans in return. Gerard didn\u2019t waste time enjoying those, though, because the real deal was coming next.

Frank was snaking his hands down to Gerard\u2019s ass, burning the skin on his way down, but when his fingers touched Gerard\u2019s hole, Gerard touched him. \u201cNo preppin\u2019, baby, not tonight. I just want you,\u201d he said, one last firm stroke to certify that it was all ready to go.

\u201cOkay, whatever you desire,\u201d Frank said hotly, vocal chords almost cracking with the scene. It was pretty obvious in all the white noise buzzing on his tone. Gerard smiled at his boyfriend, noticing that Frank had moved one hand to his dick to line himself against Gerard. It was rather inciting.

Gerard curled his body a little more, kind of wrapping Frank in a hug, but with the advantage of being something more sexual. He lifted his hips a little and looked down at their middles, head bumping into Frank\u2019s but neither of them cared. Gerard was up and in a perfect position, so he just needed to breathe in and duck down.

Frank gasped against his cheek.

No prepping made it a little harder. Gerard felt the head of Frank\u2019s cock slide in kind of difficultly, bumping into walls that hadn\u2019t been prepared for an intrusion of that size, but he was not going to complain. The initial pain would make the upcoming pleasure even more satisfying, he was sure. Gerard tried to focus on that thought as the movement burned more than he was used to, because it really shouldn\u2019t matter.

Frank\u2019s face was a huge turn on with the way his mouth hung open and his jaw trembled at the feeling, but Gerard felt like he had to wait. He couldn\u2019t just go for it tonight. He had to go slowly.

He did just that, mouthing Frank\u2019s chin and his jaw, kissing a path up to his earlobe, as he slid another inch down. He licked a line to Frank\u2019s neck and sucked on his pulse, sliding another inch down. He breathed a straight trail up to Frank\u2019s lips and sucked Frank\u2019s tongue into his mouth, licking at it, stroking it heavily as he engulfed one more inch. And he finally pulled away with a moan, waiting in that position as only the largest part of Frank was exposed, as Frank leaned him back again, kissed his chest and gave Gerard enough courage to engulf the final inches. To hell with the burning on his rim.

Gerard was full. He was full of Frank and his cock, such a different feeling due to the pain, the position and the lack of space, but he loved it<\/i>. Frank filled him in the most amazing way, finding many spots eager to be touched and making Gerard feel like he could be and do anything with Frank. In pain or not.

So he curled up again, touching as much of Frank as he could, and started to move, slowly at first as it kept stinging him. Yet every lick of Frank\u2019s tongue on any part of Gerard\u2019s skin replaced those feelings with the best sensations, the ones Gerard knew so well and adored. Frank made him feel like that, wanted and satisfied, just by being inside of him and turning him into a needy person.

His movements increased and created a pace, Gerard riding Frank powerfully and extracting those diamond moans and groans from his chest. Gerard\u2019s heartbeat was accelerated, racing and winning against his hips, and he never stopped, kissing Frank or Frank\u2019s skin, jumping on his lap up onto the purest bliss. There were hands on his ass too, squeezing and helping him move, like Frank knew that Gerard\u2019s knees were hurting and his thighs starting to burn. And Gerard moaned, they both did in a strange unison.

It was really strange to open his eyes and find Frank staring at him with a straight face. He was moaning, but his face was clear, and Gerard thought it wasn\u2019t normal. He leaned in to mouth at his neck and create any reaction, but apart from closing his eyes, Frank remained the same. Gerard slowed down and leaned back a little, guiding Frank\u2019s hands to his back, beneath the jacket. It was kind of damp there, but none of that was unwanted. But Gerard was soon asking, \u201cYou like me here, Frank?\u201d

Frank bit his lip and nodded. Gerard felt Frank\u2019s hips bucking up and forced himself down, hard, engulfing him with quick movements of his ass. Until his legs gave out, knees screaming with every move, and Gerard had to improvise. He soon realized that dancing on Frank\u2019s lap was a simple answer and rolled his hips randomly, in circles or back and forth, making Frank hug him close and touch his ass again.

\u201cFuck.\u201d Gerard moved even more, adding speed to his hipbones, constricting his muscles around Frank, squeezing until he could no more. He smirked and kissed Frank\u2019s jaw as it made Frank lean his head back, moan and pull out that gorgeous face of pleasure. Success.<\/i>

\u201cYou feel so tight like this, baby.\u201d Frank hummed, turning his head to capture Gerard\u2019s lips. They kissed for a while, Gerard not moving to rest his muscles a little, but he heard Frank\u2019s whine, and felt Frank\u2019s hands squeezing his waist now, certainly begging for more, so Gerard rolled his hips again.

But he felt Frank\u2019s eyes on him. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d Frank\u2019s voice asked, rolling the R beneath his tongue. \u201cWhy\u2019d you stop?\u201d

Gerard smiled, because he never wanted to give the impression that something wasn\u2019t right. He still admitted, \u201cMy legs kinda hurt. And - yeah.\u201d Frank smiled at him and his hands moved to Gerard\u2019s back, to Gerard\u2019s chest, while his mouth opened up over Gerard\u2019s lips. They spent a while like that, then kissing, Frank waiting patiently inside Gerard as their tongues moved together and spread lust into their throats.

Frank pulled away with a pop. \u201cWhy\u2019d you come up with this idea?\u201d he asked, hands still caressing Gerard in a seductive way and sometimes wrapping around his cock.

\u201cI promised you I\u2019d do it, remember?\u201d Gerard said, driving kisses on Frank\u2019s forehead.

\u201cYou promised daytime<\/i>,\u201d Frank replied, moaning a little and reciprocating with his lips falling to Gerard\u2019s neck and collarbones and chest. Gerard had to close his eyes and turn his head to the side, jaw against Frank\u2019s head as he sucked on Gerard\u2019s skin.

Gerard opened his eyes to pull back and respond, but something caught his attention and suddenly he knew the answer to what Frank had just said. And it came out of him naturally, which surprised him a little. He said, \u201cDoes that cover my fault? I mean.\u201d He leaned back to let Frank see it too. \u201cThere\u2019s a lot of people around and that couple on the left is kind of watching us. Intently, I would say.\u201d

Frank seemed to frown and Gerard took a closer glance at that as he checked the car through the passenger window. There was a girl behind the wheel and the guy next to her seemed to be enjoying the sight along with her. When Frank turned back to Gerard, he was smirking.

\u201cLet\u2019s give them a show, then,\u201d he said and slid Gerard\u2019s jacket a little to the side before leaning closer to mouth and suck on Gerard\u2019s nipple. He turned his head so that the couple could see his tongue moving across Gerard\u2019s skin and surprisingly it turned Gerard on a lot. Maybe because they were strangers, or maybe because he was really keen on getting Frank off, but having his nipple turned and bitten by Frank under the eyes of other people turned him on. So much that he forgot about his previous complaints and resumed his riding.

Frank seemed to approve of that. He moved to kiss Gerard and even bit his tongue, but it triggered Gerard into moving faster and harder. He wanted to get Frank off, so he curled once again around Frank\u2019s body, kissing what he could and feeling his breaths get a little uneasy. Frank had his hands on Gerard\u2019s ass again, sometimes just squeezing, other times adding some rhythm to his movements. Gerard\u2019s spine sort of snapped every time he moved up, but it was covered by the sudden slide of Frank\u2019s length against his spot. And it got Gerard moaning, which got Frank moaning in return, giving Gerard the impulse to clench his hole around Frank. He knew he was already tight, because of that position, but it could never be enough, especially because Frank buried his face in Gerard\u2019s neck and moaned.

\u201cYou wanna come first?\u201d Frank asked somehow, voice cracking with every vowel and turning that scene so hot that Gerard\u2019s skin was in serious risk of setting on fire. And Frank\u2019s hand curled around his dick.

\u201cI was deflating a little,\u201d Gerard tried, but multitasking wasn\u2019t his thing. He had to slow down a little, rubbing Frank\u2019s pectorals to say, \u201cSo no, I want you to come first. Then I\u2019ll jerk off for you.\u201d He paused to move up a little and sink down on Frank\u2019s cock, pinching Frank\u2019s nipple too. \u201cAnd I wanna pull out when you\u2019re really sensitive because you pull off the most beautiful faces when I do.\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019re so fuckin\u2019-\u201d He gave no time for Frank to finish his answer, riding him rhythmically again and kissing him brutally, brushing tongues and biting lips. Gerard got what he wanted when Frank arched his back beneath him and pushed Gerard\u2019s ass cheeks further together, certainly moaning at the movement. Gerard was surprised himself that he could still go so hard on Frank after all that time, but he looked out of the passenger window and in the other car the couple were kissing and there seemed to be arms in others\u2019 laps. It made him smirk and go on because it was hot to lead other people into action and it was great to hear Frank moan under him.

\u201cC\u2019mon, Frank,\u201d he incited, clenching his ass a little more and gripping Frank\u2019s shoulder. \u201cAre you close?\u201d

Frank nodded against Gerard\u2019s neck, but Gerard pulled his head back by the hair and kissed him. That kind of multitask he could do, because having Frank inside him made Gerard want to kiss him, and kissing Frank made Gerard ride him faster. They kissed and Gerard moved, up and down, at full power, getting strangled moans and constant grips on his ass cheeks.

Gerard\u2019s jacket slid to the front, but in the next second Frank\u2019s hand was there to move it back and it slid to Gerard\u2019s sweaty back to keep Gerard\u2019s chest exposed. It didn\u2019t help the movement in itself, but it inspired Gerard to keep moaning, don\u2019t stop, ignore his legs because Frank was close and moaning and rolling their tongues together. Frank was also grasping his ass and the muscles he could find on his back and, when Gerard moved to hold them close and suck on Frank\u2019s sensitive spot, just below his right earlobe, Frank was shaking. Gerard knew he was coming.

Those wordless whispers in Gerard\u2019s ear meant nothing, but brought shivers to the back of his neck. He kept moving, riding Frank\u2019s orgasm out, taking it all out of him as Frank gripped his ass again and kept his cheeks touching, amplifying the sensations. Gerard felt so full of Frank again and it made him feel so fulfilled in many more ways than just physically. It filled him inside, burned in the pit of his stomach, bubbling in Gerard until he saw nothing else. Frank was everything he needed.

Gerard was still moving and mouthing Frank\u2019s neck, but Frank stopped him with hands on his hips and a kiss on his jaw. Frank also said, hoarsely, \u201cStay down, Gee, before it hurts.\u201d Then he had one hand up Gerard\u2019s side, beneath the jacket, and up his chest, up to his neck, still speaking: \u201cYou were so amazing. Thank you.\u201d

Frank\u2019s other hand trickled up Gerard\u2019s other hip, around to his front to circle around Gerard\u2019s cock. It wasn\u2019t fully hard anymore, due to the lack of attention, but it didn\u2019t bother Gerard. Especially after Frank said, \u201cI\u2019m gonna take care of you. No jerking off for me. I\u2019m gonna make you hard again, I\u2019m gonna make you beg for your release. I\u2019m gonna make you scream<\/i>.\u201d

Gerard moaned, mouth still beside Frank\u2019s ear and arm still around Frank\u2019s shoulders, as Frank stroked his dick. So far it was slow and teasing and Gerard looked down as much as he could, to see Frank thumb at his purple-pink head, smoothly standing out for the attention. He heard Frank smirk and looked at his mouth, feeling the urge to feel his lips in any way.

So Gerard approached their faces, a moan hidden in his throat, Frank\u2019s breath hitting his nose, and looked up at his eyes to state, \u201cI want your lips on me.\u201d

He saw Frank licking his own lips, then licking Gerard\u2019s mouth from one corner to the other, but he pulled back. Gerard moaned, at the feeling in his middle and at the tease Frank was being, and he also squirmed on Frank\u2019s lap because he was excited for the great finale. The climax of their car scene had already happened, Gerard riding Frank in a public space, maybe not during daytime but with audience.

His thoughts were interrupted, though. Frank\u2019s voice was there. \u201c-back, Gee.\u201d He blinked at Frank, who pecked his cheek. \u201cLean back a little further, I got ya,\u201d he said and Gerard understood, feeling Frank\u2019s free hand under his jacket, palm flat on his back. He leaned back and watched Frank come closer and catch his nipple again. That and the pressure on his hard rock bucked his hips forward and brought a groan from deep inside his chest.

Frank was so good at this, so good at stroking Gerard\u2019s dick while holding him in place and while sucking on his skin so hotly. Frank was really good and the air around them was thick and steamy, making Gerard gulp after every moan, but they wanted to come out all at the same time, so Gerard\u2019s throat was really dry in the process. Frank\u2019s hand went faster, Gerard noticed, after his hips started rolling on Frank\u2019s lap again, and Gerard\u2019s chest filled with all those sensations and emotions. His back arched, too.

\u201cThis jacket looks so good on you,\u201d Frank spoke again. Gerard had no idea how he could still hear him with Frank\u2019s hand so strong on his dick and his stomach so tight with everything. \u201cI\u2019m glad I made you wear it. It\u2019s so fucking hot, really, especially with how flushed your chest looks,\u201d he said, spreading kisses all around Gerard\u2019s skin. Gerard looked down and tried to see what Frank was talking about, but the moment betrayed him. He felt Frank squeeze him harshly and jacking him quickly to the point of making Gerard grip his shoulders for support, as his body trembled. Frank\u2019s tongue flickered around his left nipple and the hand on his back moved to his balls, groping and squeezing and turning him on, so Gerard didn\u2019t fight it anymore.

He came, not moaning, but screaming, like Frank had promised before. His orgasm hit Gerard everywhere, numbing his every limb and spinning his brain hormones, as his dick swelled and emptied him of every piece of cum and sweat. His eyes were closed and his torso caved forward, towards Frank and his warmth. It was better for Gerard\u2019s aftershocks.

They shook Gerard violently, bringing shivers to all of his skin and collecting tiny moans with those feelings. It was breathtaking, literally, because Gerard\u2019s chest shrank and he panted against Frank. Gerard looked down and Frank\u2019s hand was still holding him, still squeezing a bit and creating amazement in Gerard\u2019s brain. Then, there was a kiss on Gerard\u2019s temple and the hand let him go, limp and spent at last.

\u201cYou good?\u201d Frank asked calmly. Gerard could only nod, his throat still too dry. He also smiled to assure Frank that he was more than good<\/i>, he felt absolutely overwhelmed with the power of another intimate moment between them. Those definitely never stopped surprising him.

Then, he kissed Frank. And brought their chests together, his hot flush crashing against Frank\u2019s smooth, already cold sweat. That movement affected his hips as well, in that usual craving that Gerard had after sex to be as close to Frank as possible, but it slid Frank\u2019s dick easily out of him. In return, Frank hissed and bit his lip, Frank\u2019s hands came to his hips and squeezed and Frank\u2019s nails carved deeply into his skin. Gerard knew what it was.

\u201cYou okay?\u201d he asked, concerned, pecking Frank\u2019s cheek. Frank nodded.

\u201cCould you climb off for a minute, please?\u201d Frank asked. Gerard remembered that Frank was wearing a condom and obeyed, getting his tee from the driver\u2019s seat and sitting down. He managed to expose himself in the process in the awkward way that he got off from Frank\u2019s lap and sat down, but he had had sex with Frank with another couple watching them from a car nearby, so it shouldn\u2019t be much different now.

By his side, Frank hissed and cursed in a low voice while carefully removing the condom. Gerard felt tempted to help him somehow, but it would be better not to touch Frank\u2019s cock now, sensitive as it certainly was, so he bent forward to get his clothes.

\u201cHey, whatcha doin\u2019, c\u2019mere,\u201d Frank said, though, interrupting Gerard. He looked up and felt his hair falling over his face, but Frank was quick to caress his cheek beneath that strand and to put it behind his ear again. Then, smiling, clutching his rumpled t-shirt, Gerard climbed up to Frank\u2019s lap again, sitting down carefully this time to not hurt Frank unnecessarily.

Together, but with no words whatsoever, Gerard dropped the tee again as they moved their hands to the other\u2019s face and met up in a smooth kiss. Gerard inhaled deeply while making out with Frank, feeling so many different things at the same time and trying to show it all in his kiss. He heard Frank moaning softly and felt him lowering those stunning hands to his chest, to his waist, where he embraced Gerard and pulled them closer. It was beautiful after such an intense moment. Gerard sighed.

\u201cI love you,\u201d he said. Frank laughed at him, making Gerard frown. \u201cWhat?\u201d

Frank shook his head. \u201cNothing. You\u2019re just kinda corny, but I like it. I love you too, corny or not.\u201d

\u201cYou better,\u201d Gerard replied, pecking his lips. Frank giggled, but Gerard followed him willingly this time. \u201cI\u2019m gonna get dressed now, if you don\u2019t mind.\u201d

And Frank let him move away, climbing off and turning to the driver\u2019s seat again, much more stealthily now. Gerard noticed the white splashes sliding down his thighs, his own cum on his body and on Frank\u2019s as well, and on the seat too.

\u201cDamn,\u201d he cursed, discarding the t-shirt next to the rest of his clothes and wiping it all off with his fingers. He almost dried them, but Frank grabbed his hand and licked it clean. Sensually. Tongue flickering out slowly. Eyes still blown and wide after the orgasm.

\u201cFrank\u2026\u201d he warned. Frank stopped when it was fully clean and Gerard couldn\u2019t take his eyes away from that. Frank was too goddamn hot when he teased Gerard, no way to deny that. Or ignore it.

But Gerard had to compose himself and get them clean to not prolong the moment too much inside the Corvette, because there were places much more comfortable. Maybe not as sexy as that old lady, but Gerard appreciated comfort too. So soon, he got the baby wipes from the glove compartment and cleaned any trace of cum, also wiping their dicks in a matter of hygiene, or so he said. They got dressed afterwards, in silence at first, but laughing after Frank commented on how much of the movie they had missed.

\u201cWell, you probably know it by heart, so you can tell me about it, or we can rent the DVD and watch it at home,\u201d Gerard pointed out smartly.

Frank agreed with a nod and a giggle, making Gerard smile proudly at him. He had kept his promise and here he was living the immediate consequences. He was very much pleased<\/i>.

*

Later, Frank and Gerard were laughing at something about the movie that they hadn\u2019t seen much of as they closed the \u2018Vette doors. It had been a great evening for them both and that was obvious in their smiles. Frank sprayed Gerard with thankful pecks on the lips while he closed the garage door and until they got to the doorway. There, they spent some time just looking at each other. They enjoyed those little moments in their rareness, especially those followed by a long kiss, one that pushed Gerard against the front door with a thump. Hands ran freely too, but as controlled as possible, as Gerard was one-handed and Frank had Gerard\u2019s still bare chest to touch with delight. It extracted moans from the two of them.

Smirking at each other, Gerard used his key to open the door and get them inside, where they walked freely towards the basement stairs. They had to pass by the living room and Gerard\u2019s father and uncle were still sitting there, chatting animatedly about whatever. \u201cHey, good night,\u201d Gerard greeted them politely, trying to cover his torso with the jacket without his dad noticing, but failing miserably at it.

\u201cHello,\u201d the uncle said only.

\u201cHey. Hello, Frank. Gerard, do I even wanna ask about your t-shirt?\u201d Gerard\u2019s father intervened, one eyebrow high on his forehead making Gerard blush a little. He just showed his father the garment that he held securely; Gerard had not lost in t-shirt in a drive-in session, he had just\u2026 not needed it. Simple. But his father didn\u2019t need to know that and seemed to accept that fact easily, wishing them a good night too.

\u201cGoodnight, gentlemen,\u201d Frank said courteously, bowing his head and pushing Gerard towards the stairs. He made it seem like they were in a rush.

Gerard laughed at it, though, at least until his father called him again. \u201cOh, and Gerard.\u201d He looked back, grabbing Frank\u2019s wrist to somewhat calm him down. \u201cRemember what your mother told you before you left.\u201d

With that, he turned to Gerard\u2019s uncle and left the two boyfriends chuckling at themselves on their way down the stairs, knowing what he had meant to say. Down in the basement bedroom, Gerard threw his t-shirt to the furthest corner of the bed and invited Frank to take his shoes off. They both did, but Gerard left Frank to lie down on the bed and relax a little while he went on a trip to his closet.

He was completely pumped, from deep inside his chest, after a full week of almost no Frank and a wonderful Saturday night to cover for that. He looked over his shoulder and Frank was busy undressing himself and opening the bed for them, but Gerard had something else in mind. He just needed it, for the lack of Frank and the many exciting moments of that night and the magic emotions swimming inside him.

Looking down at himself, open jacket and tight pants still on, a fresh packet of lube in one hand, Gerard turned around to face Frank again. He was already climbing fully into bed, bare ass dancing in the air until he was lying down at last, and the image got Gerard smirking. \u201cWho said you could sleep naked in my bed?\u201d

Frank turned his head to him, looking confused. \u201cI can\u2019t? I thought-\u201d

\u201cDon\u2019t be silly, it\u2019s fine, what\u2019s the point of wearing clothes if you know you\u2019re gonna take them off, right?\u201d Gerard mentioned, quoting Frank from last Wednesday. It made Frank\u2019s gaze even more confused, so Gerard had to laugh it off. He noticed the strip of condoms he had left on the nightstand before leaving; he had taken the pink condom from it and hadn\u2019t had the time to hide it again to not make Frank wait too long outside. Maybe it had been something close to fate, or sense of opportunity.

After all, he hoped Frank wanted to use another one on him right now, but he took smooth steps in that direction. He first climbed in to bed, exposing Frank\u2019s nudity and laying down on top of him. Frank looked at him rather suspiciously, yet he smirked when Gerard sat on his thighs and gave Frank another hint of his jacket-clad chest. He also said, \u201cI know my family\u2019s opinion, and I know what I want, but what about you? You wanna go Dirty Dancing<\/i> on me right now?\u201d and took the sachet of lube to his teeth, snarling around it and throwing it at Frank\u2019s neck.

Frank smirked and grabbed both sides of Gerard\u2019s torso, actions and voice clearly stating, \u201cYou\u2019re so fucking dirty, Gerard.\u201d

~12,450 words.<\/i>
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Warning:<\/b> drunked behavior, sex with restraints, Dirty Dancing<\/i>.

Summary:<\/b> You're so Dirty.


Dirty Like the Time of Your Life.<\/b>
by happilyappled<\/i><\/center>

It was a Friday night party in May, with a local punk-rock band trashing around their last song. Gerard was standing by the bar with a beer, feet thumping to the basic rhythm of the song, eyes darting between Ray, the bartender, and the crowd. For a minute, he watched his little brother Mikey and his friends, until the point he started making out with a senior girl Gerard had already heard about; enough was enough. Ray called him for a short talk about the band tonight and where Frank had gone. Gerard pointed at the crowd with a laugh.

When the song finished and the empty echoes of chatting people filled the club, Gerard looked around trying to find him, concerned. Frank had drunk a lot, some sort of competition with Ray, their bartender<\/i>, and Gerard was worried for sure. It took a while but Frank came from the dispersing multitude, one hand covering his eyebrow, but smiling wide at Gerard. And stumbling, until he fell onto Gerard\u2019s arms.

\u201cHow\u2019s the pit?\u201d Gerard asked.

\u201cYou\u2019re not gonna believe me, but I had - best fun eva,\u201d Frank replied with a giggle, worming his fingers away from his face. He was bleeding a bit.

\u201cNo, I believe you, with the amount of booze you had with Ray,\u201d Gerard said, checking his eyebrow. It wasn\u2019t serious at all. \u201cBut look how he\u2019s still standing!\u201d

Frank giggled, stopping when he focused on his bloody fingers. \u201cWhere\u2019d it com\u2019 from?\u201d

\u201cYour eyebrow.\u201d Gerard shook his head, being playful nevertheless. He had been drunk too before. \u201cLet\u2019s just go home, c\u2019mon, you can barely talk straight.\u201d

Frank shrugged and bumped into him drunkenly, but Gerard just turned to finish his beer and wave a goodbye to Ray. He wished him good luck, laughing, that asshole<\/i>. Frank spoke, then, \u201cWhere your brotha?\u201d

\u201cOver there. Let\u2019s go, grab my arm,\u201d Gerard said only, and pushed them through the sea of people until he found Mikey. \u201cHey, can I take Frank home? He\u2019s gonna pass out any minute.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d Frank retaliated, but he hiccupped and lost his balance again.

\u201cOf course,\u201d Gerard offered.

\u201cYou\u2019re not fine,\u201d Mikey giggled. \u201cIt\u2019s ok, I\u2019ve got friends around, don\u2019t worry.\u201d

\u201cCall me in the morning, and mom<\/i>. No need to worry her like last time, she was pissed at me<\/i>,\u201d Gerard demanded, pointing a finger at Mikey\u2019s face. Mikey nodded. \u201cCall her.\u201d

\u201cAy aye, capt\u2019in,\u201d Frank joked, giggling and gripping Gerard\u2019s arm.

Mikey snorted. \u201cReally, it\u2019ll be ok. Take him home, he needs a bed.\u201d

\u201cHe needs Ray to stop these drinking battles. Everybody knows a bartender always has a trick,\u201d Gerard said, looking at Frank sternly, but still smiling.

Then, they were off. Frank had driven them there, because they were going to stay at his house, and now Gerard could only hope Frank\u2019s mother wasn\u2019t awake, waiting for them. He asked, \u201cWhere do you wanna go? Maybe the backseat would be-\u201d

\u201cNo. Passenger.\u201d Frank grinned and attached his mouth to what he could reach of Gerard\u2019s neck.

Gerard pulled him away, though, holding him against the car. \u201cYou\u2019re not gonna do anything to me. I\u2019m driving and you\u2019re drunk.\u201d

\u201cYou no fun.\u201d

Soon, Gerard was driving the car in silence, after many battles with Frank\u2019s hand and Frank\u2019s lips, until Frank pouted at him and fell asleep against the window. He was drooling when Gerard went to get him. He tried to wake Frank up, unsuccessfully, so Gerard picked him up in an awkward bridal style, because Frank was heavier than Gerard had thought. He never seemed so heavy in bed, Gerard chuckled to himself, but he would have to manage. He closed the car door with his foot, but couldn\u2019t lock the vehicle, so he thought of laying Frank down on the couch inside and come back in one minute. Only Gerard couldn\u2019t open the front door because Frank was in his arms and the keys were in Frank\u2019s pocket, and he wouldn\u2019t ring the bell and risk getting yelled at by Mrs. Iero.

Gerard sighed. He lay Frank down on the doorstep, his last resource. It looked really uncomfortable, but it would have to do. Gerard went to lock the car in three seconds, went back to the doorstep, got the keys with some difficulty and opened the noisy<\/i> door at last. He waited for any signs of Mrs. Iero, but none came.

When Gerard got Frank from the floor, he was waking up. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d

\u201cDon\u2019t worry, we\u2019re home. Be just a little quieter because of your mom. I\u2019ll put you in bed in five minutes,\u201d Gerard spoke softly, coming in.

\u201cDid I pass out or something?\u201d Frank inquired, sounding a little better.

\u201cYou fell asleep, yeah,\u201d Gerard answered, closing the door as quietly as he could with his ass. He turned around. \u201cHow do I lock this thing, where\u2019s the lock? Does it have a chain, too?\u201d

Frank giggled. \u201cIt does. Hold me, I\u2019ll do it,\u201d he said, leaning sideways to lock the door. \u201cDone.\u201d

\u201cOk, thanks, now to bed,\u201d Gerard instructed, turning to carry Frank upstairs.

On their way up, drunken Frank attacked again with giggles and a fluffy voice. \u201cYou\u2019re so beautiful, Gee, such a gentleman, carrying me bridal style to my bedroom. Did we get married and I don\u2019t remember? Oh, wow, look at your biceps, is this some kind of arm porn?\u201d

Gerard laughed, but remembered, \u201cDo you want your mom to hear us?\u201d

Frank giggled and mouthed at Gerard\u2019s forearm. \u201cI bet you\u2019ve gained muscles in your thighs too. I love your thighs, they\u2019re really fun to grab onto. Especially after you shower and use that moisturizer, they always feel so soft.\u201d

They were in the bedroom already, the door semi-open and Gerard just had to pull it with his foot, but he frowned at the words and kind of dumped Frank on the bed, ignoring his complaints. \u201cI don\u2019t use any moisturizer. Whose thighs have you been grabbing, Frank?\u201d

\u201cWhat thighs?\u201d Frank questioned drunkenly.

\u201cNevermind.\u201d And Gerard decided to leave it for another occasion, focusing on undressing Frank from his clothes.

\u201cGee, we\u2019re not gonna fuck, I\u2019m too drunk,\u201d Frank whined in a little voice. And giggled. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t be of much use, sorry.\u201d

\u201cTell me about it.\u201d Then, Frank was in boxers, a pile of clothes on his desk, and Gerard opened the bed for him, all nice and understanding. \u201cYou\u2019re done, now sleep.\u201d

\u201c'M not really sleepy, why don\u2019t you undress for me?\u201d Frank said, big eyes suddenly too bright and awake against Gerard\u2019s.

\u201cI\u2019m going to bed, though,\u201d Gerard replied, taking off his clothes in a hurry, watching Frank back away against the wall as usual every time they slept in his single bed.

\u201cC\u2019mere, darlin\u2019, you like my bed?\u201d Frank slurred in an attempt to sound sexy, for sure, but Gerard wanted to laugh about it. He just rolled his eyes, but lay down and trapped Frank against the wall. Thankfully, he had gotten the extra pillow from Frank\u2019s closet before undressing himself, because the first time he had slept there, they had shared one and Gerard had woken up with his neck hurting.

Tonight, it got to a point where Gerard had to entangle their legs under the covers, and Frank whispered, \u201cAre you tryin\u2019 to do me?\u201d

\u201cNo, I\u2019m going to sleep. You should do the same,\u201d Gerard insisted, adjusting the pillow to his liking.

\u201cBut you\u2019re so close,\u201d Frank whined, a moan falling from his tongue afterwards. Gerard could feel Frank\u2019s hand snaking around his hips. \u201cHm, you wearing those briefs I gave you, aren\u2019t you? It\u2019s really seductive.\u201d

Gerard groaned in impatience and pecked Frank\u2019s lips, a goodnight peck. \u201cGo to sleep. You\u2019re gonna have a major hangover tomorrow and I gotta work in the morning.\u201d He closed his eyes when there was a pause, a silent moment, but Frank was still going.

\u201cI\u2019m tryin\u2019 to picture that. Why doesn\u2019t my mind work?\u201d His voice sounded soft already, so the silence that came next wasn\u2019t unexpected. Gerard sighed. \u201cGee, you sleeping?\u201d

\u201cI\u2019m trying<\/i>.\u201d

Frank giggled. \u201cAlright, g\u2019night,\u201d he said, still rubbing Gerard\u2019s hips and up his sides. It was a soothing movement, at least to how tired Gerard was, after a week of classes and essays, an afternoon at the garage and a gig at night. Frank\u2019s drunken antics hadn\u2019t been easy either, no matter how funny. Gerard was pretty much beat and he ended up falling asleep to the touch of Frank\u2019s hand on his ribs.

**

In the morning, at Frank\u2019s. \u201cYou\u2019re late, son.\u201d <\/i>

Gerard flinched, rubbing his almost stubble. \u201cI know, dad, I\u2019m sorry. Do you really need me this morning? Because Frank drank a lot<\/i> last night, under Ray\u2019s wing of course, and I wanted to wait till he wakes up. Do you-\u201d

\u201cWas it Frank, or you?\u201d <\/i>

Gerard rolled his eyes. \u201cIt was Frank, trust me, I had to carry him up to bed. It was a mess,\u201d he said dramatically, trying to cause the right effect.

\u201cWell, D\u2019s here and I suppose there isn\u2019t a crazy amount of work for today, so you can come later, yeah. But I want you here after lunch, 2pm sharp.\u201d <\/i>Gerard was about to agree, but his father wasn\u2019t over yet. \u201cThere\u2019s a Chevelle SS waiting for you.\u201d <\/i>

\u201cThere\u2019s a what<\/i>?\u201d

There was a small laugh crossing the line. \u201cMr. Hall brought his Chevy Chevelle SS after you left yesterday and I was saving it for you.\u201d <\/i>

\u201cYou gotta be kidding me,\u201d Gerard mumbled, looking at Frank with a lip between his teeth and a quiet urge to go to the garage. He couldn\u2019t do that, though. He cared. \u201cAlright, Dad, keep her safe. I\u2019ll be there at two.\u201d

\u201cSharp!\u201d <\/i>

After ending the phone call, Gerard went to the bathroom, thinking about Mr. Hall\u2019s Chevy. He had always loved working on that car, for the potency, the beauty, the pride of having those lines under his hands.

Back in the bedroom, he rubbed his eyes before checking the clock: 10:11am, it read. He glanced at Frank, so peaceful and inviting, and slid under the covers with a sigh at the warmth and a smile, remembering Frank\u2019s behavior last night. They would probably laugh about it together and Gerard already knew how Frank was going to pay him for the gentleman Gerard had been.

**

At the garage, Gerard was working on the Chevy, singing along with his mood and the images in his head. He didn\u2019t care about anything else when he was beneath such a precious body. Gerard smirked at his own pun, suddenly thinking of Frank and how touchy-feely he had been that morning, how he had awoken Gerard with a hug and an efficient warm kiss.

There were sounds of doors closing, hoods closing, then an adult voice; dad<\/i>. \u201cGerard, you still down there?\u201d

\u201cAnd I need another hour or so, before I start under the hood,\u201d Gerard replied from under the mechanically elevated car. It didn\u2019t seem like a lot of time had passed since Gerard had arrived at the garage.

\u201cNot today, though, c\u2019mon, we gotta get home. Don\u2019t wanna get your mom pissed with your grandmother around,\u201d the father said, making Gerard drop his tools and slid out from where he was.

\u201cGrandma\u2019s coming for dinner?\u201d Gerard asked, surprised.

\u201cThird Saturday every month, remember?\u201d Gerard nodded, but in his mind that fact didn\u2019t match with his plan. \u201cWhy, you had other plans?\u201d

\u201cI kind of made - asked<\/i> Frank to come over after dinner, we\u2019re gonna - he\u2019s gotta keep a promise he made me,\u201d the son replied, still lying down on the working platform and looking up at his father.

\u201cWell, she loves Frank, so I don\u2019t think it\u2019ll matter much. As long as it doesn\u2019t involve loud moans coming from the basement, you should do fine,\u201d Gerard\u2019s father said with a laugh, recalling moments from the past that made Gerard blush and remain silent. Gerard accepted his father\u2019s hand to help him up.

**

Dinner was over at the Way\u2019s, but Gerard still sat at the table with his parents, brother and favorite grandmother, a widower for many years. Alone, she had taught him what art was and meant, had been with him for his first scribbles, superheroes and even his first painting, had dyed Gerard\u2019s hair black for the first time and had been with him the first time he had driven the 1957 Corvette, not long after Gerard got his driver\u2019s license.

He loved her, but the looks she was giving him kind of freaked him out. They were hopeful about something and Gerard didn\u2019t want to let her down, he wanted to hang out with his grandma, but at any minute that could be taken away. So far, Gerard had acted normal, chatting about family topics like relatives or school, but by the end of that smooth dinner, he became antsy, squirming on his chair.

\u201cGerard, are you alright?\u201d she asked calmly, hand over his and squeezing.

He looked at her, but his eyes diverted to the window behind her. Outside, the sun was still shining, but not really high, and Gerard was dying to hear the bell and get up. He focused and replied, \u201cI\u2019m fine, grandma.\u201d

\u201cBecause you look a little anxious,\u201d she pointed out. Gerard had no time to answer.

His mother was getting up with the dishes in her hand, saying, \u201cFrank\u2019s coming over again.\u201d And rolling her eyes.

The grandmother grinned. \u201cBut that\u2019s great. I love Frank, always so happy,\u201d she said, making his father chuckle and his mother shake her head, her back to the table.

\u201cYou don\u2019t like having Frank over, ma?\u201d Gerard questioned, getting up to avoid the squirming and to help with the cleaning.

The mother turned around; she had a smile on her face, thankfully. \u201cIt\u2019s not like that, Frank\u2019s an awesome kid, but your grandmother\u2019s here. You should spend time with her.\u201d

Gerard looked down at his now empty hands, then at grandma. His mother was right, but his grandmother disagreed. \u201cOh, Tina, it\u2019s fine. Frank makes him happy, not me.\u201d

He made a face. \u201cGrandma, really.\u201d She laughed, patting his arm. Suddenly, everybody was up and helping out.

And Mikey made himself known. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, grandma, we can watch Dirty Dancing<\/i> again.\u201d

It made everyone laugh, except Gerard. He hated when they spoke of that day. It had been embarrassing enough, having his grandmother around one night without warning and Frank coming in through the basement window to give him a blowjob. It turned out the family had planned to watch the old Dirty Dancing<\/i> movie for grandma\u2019s birthday but hadn\u2019t told Gerard, and the moans had been too loud. It wasn\u2019t his fault Frank was a god to his dick.

By the time the bell rang, Gerard was blushing and watching as his family changed the subject quickly, thankfully. He ran to the door. Frank.

\u201cAre these the ones you wanted?\u201d he asked without a greet, but with his grin, holding a pink shade to Gerard\u2019s face. But Gerard grabbed his hands and put away the item of clothing he had requested for the night. \u201cWhat?\u201d

\u201cFrank. No. Grandma<\/i>, I sent you a text,\u201d Gerard whined, storing it in Frank\u2019s pants pocket. He was still blushing at the thought of everyone seeing those unnecessarily.

\u201cI didn\u2019t see it, I\u2019m sorry,\u201d Frank apologized seriously and kissed Gerard\u2019s cheek. It made Gerard smile and peck his lips in return. \u201cSo, your grandma\u2019s here?\u201d

Gerard invited him in and led the way to the kitchen, where the family was sitting at the table again, all clean now, and chatting. Gerard felt bad for the idea he had had for the evening, but he was excited at the same time. And so seemed Frank because, as soon as he greeted everyone and Gerard\u2019s mother asked him what the plan was, he revealed everything.

\u201cI once promised Gerard I\u2019d wash the Corvette only wearing my underwear and he\u2019s making me pay my promise today. He chose these.\u201d Frank waved the tight pink briefs in the air, Gerard unable to stop him.

\u201cFrank, c\u2019mon,\u201d Gerard tried and caught Frank\u2019s underwear, saving it from the general laughs and Frank\u2019s giggles. He also excused themselves out, an apology to his grandmother honestly falling from his lips, and led Frank downstairs.

There, Frank got his briefs back and hurried to get properly dressed, as the sun was going down at a steady rhythm. And Gerard was getting excited about the next moment, a private smirk emerging on his mouth at the sight of Frank in pink underwear and a black tee, and at the thought of tearing off his own clothes once the \u2018Vette was ready.

On their way outside, Gerard tried his best to pull himself together around the wolf-whistles Frank got from his grandmother, surely playing around. Gerard tried to at least hide his blush as she admitted that he had had a great idea, but he already knew so.

He took a chair from the kitchen and took it outside, where the sunset was coming closer and Frank took his tee off, throwing it at Gerard. He watched as Frank swayed his hips closer to the car and got everything to keep his promise. That was quite a sight: Frank in pink underwear, bare torso and legs, getting the sponge from the bucket of water on the ground, with the sun turning so orange in the background. It was such a turn-on.

Getting his chair closer to the Corvette, Gerard risked throwing some tips at Frank about how to impress him more, how to wash that lady properly, how to turn his hips to the left or to the right with each face he pulled off. Frank smirked and told him, \u201cYou\u2019re really enjoying this.\u201d

Gerard said nothing. He just sat back on the chair and fully enjoyed the show alone, no family members or neighbors around. He watched Frank and the Corvette, fulfilling his wettest dreams and giving him higher fantasies. Sometimes Gerard had to palm himself through his pants, too tight for such a beauty, especially as Frank looked at him with those hazels. They tore Gerard apart, sent him to the moon and beyond, as the night approached.

And so did a voice. \u201cFrank looks really good, doesn\u2019t he?\u201d

Gerard jumped. It was his grandmother. He slid his hand away from his crotch and sat straighter, looking to his right and finding her. There was a huge rush of blood to his face, but he ignored it and agreed. \u201cIt\u2019s kind of the perfect outfit for him.\u201d

\u201cHey, Gerard.\u201d His grandmother was laughing in the background, but he still heard Frank and turned back to him. He was basically teasing Gerard\u2019s dick and Gerard\u2019s blush with the way he was squeezing the sponge against his chest, soapy water gliding everywhere. Gerard bit his lip as his cock stirred in his clothes, suddenly too hot for the approaching night. He gripped the arms of the chair to not touch himself inappropriately in front of his grandmother, no matter how cool she was.

But he looked to his side again and she was gone, so he purred, \u201cFrank, it looks amazing. You\u2019re done.\u201d Gerard just wanted to get to the basement and have his way with that hot vision.

\u201cI\u2019m not finished yet, I still gotta rinse it,\u201d Frank argued back. When Gerard looked at him in a frenzy, he was smirking. The fucker.

\u201cYou\u2019re getting off on this, motherfucker,\u201d Gerard groaned and went to get the hose from the open house garage, wanting it done quickly. He threw himself at Frank\u2019s back first, fisting his hair and turning his head to kiss him awkwardly on the mouth. Frank was kind of wet, but it felt even better, it added even more heat to Gerard\u2019s crotch. It was on fire, burning and hurting like only Frank could do.

\u201cLemme help,\u201d he said, pulling away, rubbing himself on Frank\u2019s ass as he started the hose. He rinsed the car one-handed, feeling the odd angle of Frank\u2019s body pressing against his groin as Frank dedicated himself to suck on Gerard\u2019s jaw. It was so sensual and distracting at the same time, with the night falling around them and hiding their obvious enjoyment. \u201cDamn, Frank, this isn\u2019t easy. We should dry it with the cloths or the paint-\u201d

\u201cDo we really have to? You\u2019re so eager to go inside,\u201d Frank interceded with a moan, Gerard\u2019s hardness pressing against his hip, turning Gerard on even more with every shaky breath Frank took. Their bodies vibrated together.

Gerard couldn\u2019t speak. He was too turned on to focus, but he had to finish their task. \u201cThe quicker we do this, the faster we go.\u201d Then Frank was all over him, filling his mouth with a warm tongue and invading Gerard\u2019s body with his cold hands, a contrast that made Gerard shiver with a rarity that belonged to that moment. He couldn\u2019t focus on the Corvette, or it would be lost. Not that he would lose interest in sexing Frank up in the garden, burying them in his mother\u2019s flowerbeds or hiding their kisses behind the small fences, but he preferred the secrecy of his basement domain. Where he could be and do whatever he wanted. The \u2018Vette could wait. \u201cC\u2019mon.\u201d

Frank grinned at him and turned the hose off, quickly placing it back properly and coming back to wrap Gerard up in his embrace. Frank\u2019s wet chest soaked Gerard\u2019s t-shirt as they kissed hotly, not really able to connect their mouths due to the eagerness controlling their systems. Gerard pulled away and let Frank mouth at his collarbone, while he said, \u201cInside. I wanna do bad things to you.\u201d

\u201cYou\u2019re so fucking dirty, Frank,\u201d Gerard said back, grabbing Frank\u2019s hand. They picked Frank\u2019s tee up and brought the chair with them, only passing by the rest of the family once.

At the beginning of the staircase leading to the basement, Frank stopped and turned to the living room; Gerard did too. Gerard\u2019s grandmother was sneaking glances at them, and Frank said, \u201cIt\u2019s Dirty Dancing<\/i> night, ma\u2019am.\u201d

This time, Gerard chuckled at the mention, driven by the rush of sex that had started outside. It was kind of driving him insane, constricting his junk against a piece of denim, so he started unzipping his pants without having entered his room. When he got there, belt buckle in hand, he closed the door with Frank\u2019s body and pretended to kiss Frank, pulling back before their lips touched.

\u201cYou dirty tease,\u201d Frank complained and slapped his hip hard, echoing everywhere.

It turned Gerard on so much more that he totally lost it and attacked Frank\u2019s mouth, hungry for any touch, suddenly addicted to palming Frank\u2019s crotch and pulling at his hair, crazy for some dominance. But it stopped in a second, just like it had started. Gerard stared deeply at Frank, breathing heavily against his face and feeling his uneasy breath in return. His cock twitched strongly, so Gerard turned around and pushed his jeans and boxers barely past his knees. He fell on them on the floor and pressed his middle to the bed, exposing and wiggling his ass for Frank to see. He was still against the door, Gerard noticed.

\u201cWho taught you this, Gerard?\u201d Frank wanted to know, voice too calm to Gerard\u2019s liking. Gerard brought two fingers to his crack, from the back of his balls to the small of his back, squeezed and slapped himself with a moan and finally pulled his ass cheeks apart, inviting Frank in. Only Frank still seemed glued to the door. \u201cJesus Christ.\u201d

\u201cNo, Frank, you<\/i> do something to me,\u201d Gerard whined, slapping his naked ass again, bringing two fingers to his mouth and prepping himself with delight when they were slick enough. He focused on Frank\u2019s image, mouth salivating, eyes closed. And when he opened them, Frank was not there. He moaned to lure him back.

Frank came back in a hurry. \u201cYou\u2019re a bad boy, Gerard, a bad, dirty<\/i> bad boy, and you want this release so much,\u201d Frank said mysteriously, moving Gerard\u2019s hand to press those fingers further in or out of Gerard\u2019s ass. It was insane and hot, steam against cold tiles. And Gerard felt Frank pushing him away from the bed.

One touch to his cock got Gerard moaning, and he could feel the pre-come damping his head, until he realized what Frank was doing. \u201cFrank, no, what the fuck, not the ring, please,\u201d he begged, uselessly, it seemed. Frank didn\u2019t concede; he was putting a cock-ring on Gerard and he already guessed how much it would hurt, considering how horny and needy he was. He whimpered, \u201cPlease.\u201d

Frank, however, smirked and undressed his tight pink briefs, crawling behind Gerard in the next second. At least, something was going to happen.

On the bed, there were a condom and a packet of lube that Gerard hadn\u2019t seen, definitely since Frank had gotten the ring because it was all stored away in Gerard\u2019s closet. It still didn\u2019t matter, because Gerard was still pulling his fingers inside and out, opening himself up, preparing his body for the best intrusion he had ever known. He also watched, through slit eyes, how Frank put on a condom and lubed himself up, too slowly, too teasingly.

Only when Gerard removed his fingers and pushed his ass back did Frank make a move, but still a teasing one. He pressed himself slick with lube against Gerard\u2019s bare crack, spreading Gerard\u2019s ass cheeks and letting spit fall on his hole. It was fresh against hot skin, making Gerard hump the bed and hurt himself on the ring, but the pain<\/i> mixed with the steamy air, with Frank\u2019s lubed dick against him and with Frank\u2019s fingers inside him. It was annoying, because he was ready<\/i>, more than, but it consumed his body in a way that made him ask for more, more, more.

The silence that came next told Gerard enough and he tingled in expectation. He closed his eyes and smirked, waiting for the first press of Frank\u2019s head on his hole. Gerard hissed when it finally came, so wanted, exciting and perfect, filling him up with every inch that Frank pushed further. It still stung on his rim at first, but it was as desirable as the first hit on his spot, after the adjusting and the few slow thrusts.

Then, it got hot and fast and noisy, Frank banging him the way Gerard liked, with that fear for nothing, that ounce of frantic and that weight of pleasure. Every time Gerard thrust forward, trying some friction, it hurt, hurt like a bitch because there was a restraint on his dick, but inside it only rang Gerard\u2019s bells. And they chanted loudly, from the bottom of his chest and on the slap slap of their skins.

Gerard felt Frank leaning towards his angled back and heard Frank\u2019s breaths closer, as the boyfriend curled around him and fucked him harder, faster, and harder again. They were moaning carelessly. Dirty Dancing <\/i>playing upstairs or not, Gerard let himself be loud with the thump of Frank\u2019s length against his walls and with the sound of Frank\u2019s own moans. And soon they faltered as Frank gripped the bed covers with one hand and Gerard\u2019s hair with the other.

\u201cYou make me wanna come so bad,\u201d Frank purred in his ear, holding just his head in for a second before attacking Gerard\u2019s ass again. It was so off-rhythm with their usual do, just so crazy and new and pushing Gerard\u2019s bed with a loud shriek. Gerard almost lost his balance and he moaned when his dick lost some of the mattress friction, but he whimpered when Frank bit the skin on his shoulder-blade.

\u201cThen come, for me, and you and the \u2018Vette,\u201d Gerard managed a reply, bringing one arm to Frank\u2019s hair and bending his body backwards. He also clenched his ass muscles around Frank, knowing how sensitive every bump and crease of his cock would feel. It made Frank release a row of strangled \u2018ah\u2019s and \u2018ugh\u2019s, head falling against Gerard\u2019s, mouth hanging open, fist on the bed covers and his hips riding off that high.

\u201cFuck.\u201d That was the next thing Gerard heard, not really sure of how much time had passed since Frank\u2019s orgasm. Frank was already pulling out, slowly, and Gerard could feel it all. He relaxed his muscles and let Frank go, both panting against each other, half-angled with the bed. Gerard closed his eyes and felt it, the pang of blood on his crotch, then the pain.

\u201cIt hurts<\/i>,\u201d he whimpered, and pushed his ass further back instinctively. It didn\u2019t make anything better, not until something hit the back of his hand and curiosity opened his eyes: a tied-off condom. Then, Frank\u2019s hand removed the cock-ring and Gerard caved forward. The blood ran again in his whole body and he moaned, moaned, cried out, face-first on the bedding. Frank jerked him off quickly, inciting Gerard over the edge with dirty words in his ear and the right amount of pressure on Gerard\u2019s dick.

The result was obvious.

Gerard came fast and hard, white shots over Frank\u2019s hand to the bed and the carpet, bringing satisfaction to Gerard\u2019s mind. It was closed to everything else as Gerard rode it out in Frank\u2019s grip and became limp moments later. He sat on his heels, head on his arms that lay on the bed the best he could, like he had been dropped into something effervescent that created light shadows inside his head.

Suddenly, Gerard was exhausted. He guessed the high was over, no matter how disappointed that made him. The memories remained and he would guard them with his life.

When he opened his eyes, Frank wasn\u2019t there. Gerard looked around and Frank was discarding the used condom and lube in the small trashcan in the corner, putting the ring on the nightstand wrapped in a tissue and pulling out the pack of baby wipes to clean something up. It turned out to be Gerard\u2019s thighs, bed and carpet, because Gerard had not noticed how big his load had been. His bedroom was currently a cum-mess.

He rubbed his eyes. \u201cFrank, you don\u2019t have to do this now,\u201d he said. His voice was smaller than it felt in the back of his throat.

Frank shrugged. \u201cWe\u2019ll forget about it if I don\u2019t, but don\u2019t worry.\u201d He finished with the carpet and threw the wipes to the trashcan, before turning to Gerard. \u201cLemme help you with your clothes. We need to sleep, now.\u201d

Gerard nodded. He could make out things in his mind, but when he got up, his body was practically unresponsive. He blamed the time he had spent kneeling on the floor, and the belt-buckle mark on his leg might have something to do with it. But Gerard didn\u2019t care. He just let Frank help him into bed and with his clothes until Gerard was naked in the middle of his sheets. That bed was bigger than Frank\u2019s, but Gerard crawled to one side and rested his head on the pillow. He was exhausted.

The mattress moved and crinkled when another body certainly crawled into bed, and Frank\u2019s soft hand came to rest on Gerard\u2019s shoulder. Gerard opened his eyes, lazily smiling.

\u201cI owed you this, my dirty, beautiful gentleman,\u201d Frank said with a chuckle. It made Gerard giggle. \u201cI remember a little from last night and with what you told me this morning, you deserve this treat. Now rest, otherwise you won\u2019t be able to move tomorrow.\u201d

\u201cOr face their jokes,\u201d Gerard mused, knowing perfectly that they hadn\u2019t been quiet at all and that there would be something waiting for him in the morning. \u201cI can\u2019t really feel natural with sex and my family in the same occasion. What\u2019s your secret?\u201d

Only Frank\u2019s revelation never came, because Gerard\u2019s eyes shut closed and his breathing evened out to the touch of Frank\u2019s arm around his ribcage.

5,365 words.<\/i>
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~~ More fic to come."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:happilyappled:31538","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/31538.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/happilyappled.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=31538"}}],"title":"Fic: Dirty Like the Red Curves of your Car.","published":"2010-11-12T16:48:56Z","updated":"2011-12-20T16:35:26Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"gerard way"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"frank iero"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"dirty:verse"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"fiction"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"my chemical romance"}}],"content":"Welcome to the Dirty!verse. The one where Gerard<\/i>'s a mechanic when he's free and Frank<\/i>'s his horny boyfriend all the time.

Warning:<\/b> teenage sex, Gerard's overalls, Frank's mouth.

Summary:<\/b> You're so Dirty.


Dirty Like the Red Curves of your Car<\/b>
by happilyappled<\/i><\/center>

Gerard was working on a Honda. His father had always owned his garage, one of the most well-known in town, Gerard was sure, and he had started helping there at the age of thirteen. That was actually after the first time he laid eyes on his grandfather\u2019s 1957 Corvette, a beautiful Venetian Red \u201cFuelie\u201d with Polo White coves that Gerard loved so much. It was a muscle car and he started dreaming about it many nights in a row, always waking up with serious morning wood.

Therefore, Gerard jumped headfirst in his love for cars and learned as much as he could with his father, and with the books, and with the internet when the time came. And for the next five years, he became one of the most passionate car-lovers that he knew in his neighborhood, following his father, of course.

At the garage, his father was his boss rather than family. Gerard helped mostly on Fridays after school and during the weekends; he liked the cars, every single detail of messing with them and he definitely didn\u2019t mind getting a little dirty.

There were obviously other plans for his life. Gerard loved art and wanted to pursuit that after High School, go to college, maybe start his own career or teach others how to love art. He also had the dream of leading a band, do something with his mind and his beliefs. He had a lot of ideas and Frank knew a lot of music players, producers, business people if they needed help in that field.

Frank was, well, he was his best friend and his boyfriend, which was always a good thing. Frank and Gerard were the same age, going to the same High School since junior year. Before, Frank had gone to Catholic School but he had met Gerard and his two-years-younger brother Mikey at a party once, in the smoking alley in between bands, and said: \u201cI wanna go to school with you guys.\u201d

And the next year, he was sitting next to Gerard in English class, stripping next to Gerard for Physical Ed, making out with Gerard in the boys restroom in between classes, in the janitor closet before going to lunch, behind a locker door when running late for class, really anywhere they could.

Now it was senior year and they were gonna finish High School together and hope the future kept them together, as well.

The future always seemed closer when Gerard worked with cars. Focused on them, he sometimes let his mind wander to what could come next, after High School, after he was done with fucking Maths and basic English and definitely Physical Ed. He wanted to choose what to study, wanted no more homework, wanted no more teachers asking him how he was doing at home and if it was blowing off his grades for any reason. Gerard wanted to taste all that fresh air and he wandered how long it would get him to pay his first tuition. He wanted the future now.

Only that day, his wandering mind focused on something closer, on a nearer future. The one where Gerard was going home at the end of the day and having his friends over for a movie marathon, the usual on their birthdays. Gerard turned nineteen today. The future was closer than he thought.

\u201cToday\u2019s not my birthday,\u201d Frank\u2019s voice sounded from behind him, suddenly. Gerard had half of his torso buried in that Honda\u2019s hood, fixing some wires beneath the engine. He felt Frank close behind him and wiggled his ass in that special way for him. Only Frank was closer than he thought. Closer and harder.

Gerard got up from deep down that hood, grabbing his favorite piece of dirty cloth and wiping his hands in it. He turned around. \u201cBut it\u2019s mine and I see you brought me a present.\u201d He smirked.

\u201cYeah, I\u2019ve been working on it for the past fifteen minutes, watching you from the entrance. Is it just me or are your overalls tighter today?\u201d Frank asked, leaning in for a quick greet-kiss. \u201cNgh, you\u2019re so greasy.\u201d

\u201cBecause I\u2019m working, Frank, oil always gets me greasy,\u201d Gerard replied quickly, throwing the cloth directly into Frank\u2019s hands. Expertly. He unzipped his overalls a little to his stomach, exposing the Poison band logo on his t-shirt. He said, \u201cThey don\u2019t feel tighter, my overalls. Maybe it\u2019s just wishful thinking?\u201d

\u201cMaybe,\u201d Frank replied oddly, throwing back the cloth at Gerard, but hitting his chest, not his hands. \u201cOr maybe I want them off. C\u2019mon, are you finished? I wanna take you somewhere.\u201d

\u201cWhere?\u201d Gerard wanted to know.

Frank smirked. He also grabbed Gerard\u2019s overalls by both sides of its zipper and brought them closer. He whispered, \u201cThere\u2019s this warehouse where you promised me we\u2019d be going before your birthday party, remember?\u201d

Gerard nodded. Of course he remembered. The warehouse belonged to Frank\u2019s family, but they didn\u2019t use it much anymore, so the boys went there any time they wanted to try some new fantasy, or something. It was their make-out spot, they could say. Gerard wanted to go there just for the pleasure of being with Frank, not to try anything new, and they hadn\u2019t done anything really sexual in a couple of weeks. It would be good, Gerard was sure of that.

They kissed, Frank\u2019s fists on his overalls, Gerard\u2019s hands on his hips.

\u201cOh, Frank,\u201d a voice sounded beside them, not really close. \u201cYou\u2019re early.\u201d

Gerard sighed, pulling away from Frank. His father had a magical something. He kept walking in on them any time they kissed at the garage. It was Gerard\u2019s curse, he believed. His father would always walk in on them at the garage. Well, he did own it.

\u201cYes, I am, Mr. Way,\u201d Frank replied casually, never too bothered by being walked in on a kiss. Gerard wondered if he would act so natural if they ever tried to be walked in on during something more sexual. Frank was still talking, though. \u201cI\u2019ve come to take Gerard somewhere special.\u201d

He winked, Gerard could see, and he could also feel his blush rising. In the background, Gerard\u2019s father laughed and walked away, probably shaking his head and knowing what Frank had meant.

\u201cWhy does he always gotta do that?\u201d Gerard murmured, making Frank giggle at him, fists still on his overalls. \u201cYou think he\u2019ll come back if I kiss you again?\u201d

Frank fully laughed at the question as Gerard smiled, and he pecked Gerard\u2019s lips quickly, leaving him hanging on to air. Frank said, \u201cWe should get going, don\u2019t wanna be late for the big dinner, do we?\u201d

**

Soon, Gerard was driving his truck, heading to the warehouse.

\u201cY\u2019know, working at the garage\u2019s making your arms really toned. And your chest,\u201d Frank pointed out, looking at Gerard. Frank was half sitting straight, half against the door and Gerard never knew how it didn\u2019t hurt him anywhere. \u201cI like that.\u201d

\u201cI know,\u201d Gerard answered smugly, smirking a little from behind his sunglasses. He never drove without them. He was currently focusing on changing lanes to get to the right exit, aiming for the nearest highway. They were at least twenty minutes away from the warehouse.

\u201cLook,\u201d Frank said. Gerard took a swift glance at him. He was taking his seatbelt off, saying, \u201cWe\u2019re at the highway now, the road\u2019s not too busy, you don\u2019t need to pay much attention to your driving, so I was thinking-\u201d

Frank said nothing more. He just leaned in and kissed Gerard\u2019s shoulder, repeatedly, and brought one hand to Gerard\u2019s thigh. Teasingly, he slid it upward, palming Gerard\u2019s crotch and rubbing. There were still kisses on Gerard\u2019s shoulder and neck, but less and less as his hand deepened the caresses, bluntly getting Gerard hard from the friction. Gerard was getting nervous, shuddering and squirming with every second. Frank smirked. Gerard felt so easy to him after two weeks of no touching, and the fucker knew it so well.

\u201cI\u2019m gonna suck you off.\u201d

Gerard turned his head to him, almost knocking on his. \u201cWhat? No. Frank, I\u2019m driving, you know I cannot<\/i> multitask.\u201d He was in panic, palms already sweating, knuckles clenching around the wheel and everything.

\u201cC\u2019mon, relax, you don\u2019t have to multitask,\u201d Frank slurred in his bedroom voice, the breathy one that melted Gerard\u2019s everything<\/i>. He slid the zipper further down, past the crotch, and pulled Gerard\u2019s cock from his underwear. \u201cLook at my handiwork. A masterpiece. And so delicious.\u201d

\u201cFrank, don\u2019t-\u201d but it was too late. Frank was already down, taking him in, fondling his head with a moist tongue. Gerard moaned.

There was the usual urge to close his eyes and enjoy the ride, but he was driving, driving his truck through the highway and suddenly there was a busy road to cross. Where had all those drivers come from? Gerard didn\u2019t know and he couldn\u2019t answer. Frank was swallowing his dick and it was the worst thing in the world for the first time ever.

The blowjob was good, of course it was. Frank drew his tongue around Gerard and jerked him swiftly with one hand, Frank sucked on his head and hollowed his cheeks in the most fitting way, Frank could deep-throat him and swallow and moan until Gerard was a melting mess beneath him. He gripped Frank\u2019s hair and tried to focus on the road, on the cars passing by, on the speed he was going at, not too slow, not too fast.

He looked down at Frank and he was bobbing his head, Gerard\u2019s hand fisting his hair and joining the rhythm of this blowjob that was kind of driving him crazy. When Gerard looked back up, he checked the road in front of him, the side mirrors and the rearview mirror, and he caught sight of something that wasn\u2019t so pleasant as the bobbing of Frank\u2019s head.

\u201cFrank, there\u2019s, nnngh<\/i>.\u201d He hesitated when Frank rubbed his tongue hard on the underside of Gerard\u2019s cock. \u201cThere\u2019s a police car behind us, fuck<\/i>, what do I do?\u201d

And like it was so clear that Gerard wasn\u2019t alone in the truck, Frank pulled away and got up, lips glittering with spit and pre-come. He said, \u201cJust act normal, don\u2019t you think,\u201d and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before leaning sideways on the seat and getting the same hand to jerk Gerard off. Gerard was left dumbfounded and open-mouthed.

\u201cYou know, I read somewhere that the best car safety device is a rearview mirror with a cop in it,\u201d he continued, earning a frown from Gerard. He was somewhat turned off by that when Frank giggled, but not when he squeezed his cock.

It got Gerard\u2019s attention immediately and he jolted in his seat. \u201cFuck, Frank, why do you-\u201d he tried, but his eyes were almost shutting and the road was another priority.

\u201cYou\u2019re crazy,\u201d he spit out in a joking tone, batting Frank\u2019s hand away from his dick. \u201cAnd not being very subtle, damn you.\u201d

\u201cYou love it, baby, don\u2019t lie,\u201d Frank replied with a smirk, putting his hand back in business. In a firmer grip now, one that made Gerard hiss and buck up. He was down in Frank\u2019s palm and he knew it.

Soon the police car was passing them by, the officer on the passenger seat looked at them in a weird way, but got a wave from Frank. Gerard hit his hand down again. Frank complained, \u201cStop slapping my hands away! That\u2019s only getting you in more trouble.\u201d

And he ducked down again, police car gone with the flow of the road. He sipped on Gerard\u2019s cock, spit on it and took it in his mouth. Gerard moaned. \u201cYou\u2019re so fucking dirty<\/i>.\u201d

Frank was sucking him off and he was driving, trying to forget the expression on that officer\u2019s face, trying to concentrate on his actions, rather than on his feelings and the way his stomach was clenching already. He was close. He was close to coming and Frank was swallowing him again, roasting off the best of Gerard\u2019s sensations, getting his hair gripped and pulled and almost ripped off<\/i>. Gerard moaned.

He was so close to closing his eyes, so, so close to an end, when a horn sounded by his side. Gerard looked out of instinct, sunglasses almost dropping off his nose, and noticed that he was dangerously skipping his cruising lane. Frank was doing this to him, Gerard had never been so careless. But again, he was getting his dick sucked off, how could he focus on one lane?

Frank was so talented, knowing that Gerard liked to be swallowed down, that Gerard loved when he touched his balls, that Gerard melted when he rolled his tongue in that particular angle that touched his slit. Frank knew all that and he had Gerard on a thin string, hanging on a weak thread, with all that heat, those sensations, that clenching in his stomach.

\u201cFuck, any minute,\u201d Gerard managed to say, all sweaty and clinging to Frank\u2019s hair again. His thighs trembled. Frank took him whole and pulled back with hollowed cheeks, fondling Gerard\u2019s balls tightly and moving to grip at Gerard\u2019s thick dick. Stroking. Squeezing<\/i>. And that was it.

Gerard\u2019s currents were released and his insides flooded Frank\u2019s throat, even sliding down his junk. Sucking noises filled the truck, along with Gerard\u2019s deep moans, those throaty sounds that barely let his eyes open to keep focusing on the road. Gerard had nothing else in himself. He slipped his eyes shut for a second, enjoying that rollercoaster of sensations, riding that high until he was empty.

When he reopened his eyes, the truck was still on the right lane. Surprisingly, he thought. Then, he noticed Frank\u2019s hand on the wheel.

\u201cYou gotta pay attention to the road,\u201d Frank warned him seriously. How he could do that, Gerard didn\u2019t know, because there was still cum on the corner of Frank\u2019s mouth, but the fucker pulled it off really well. Either that, or Gerard\u2019s mind was still so blind from that blowjob. It was crazy.

\u201cHow do - but I - you<\/i>.\u201d Gerard sighed. He looked down at himself. He looked ridiculous, driving his truck with his working overalls unzipped and his dick out, limp, pink and shiny with spit, cum, sweat, he didn\u2019t know. Frank was lucky this turned Gerard on.

Frank\u2019s hand came closer and brushed Gerard\u2019s hair away from his face. \u201cYou good boy, I think you did well.\u201d He smirked, making Gerard shake his head but look at him with a smile. When Frank sat straight again and looked at the road, he asked, \u201cGee, isn\u2019t that our exit?\u201d

\u201cWhat?\u201d Gerard blinked at him until the information kicked in. Then, he blinked at the road. \u201cFuck!\u201d

In a chaos of turn signals, horns, wheels and dangerously crossing two lanes, Gerard managed to keep them on the right track with only three other drivers honking and yelling at them. Frank laughed open-mouthed about it, gripping on the door handle to keep his balance, having no seatbelt on. Gerard just glared at him, harshly.

He said, \u201cCould you zip me up, at least? My dick\u2019s too sensitive right now.\u201d Frank only laughed some more, but obeyed.

**

Finally, they got to the warehouse. The small sun shone against the roof, always blinding Gerard if he parked on the left side, so he went to the other side, parking in peace. By his side, Frank unbuckled his seatbelt in silence, wearing a mysterious grin. It had appeared after Gerard\u2019s mess at the highway exit, after Frank had zipped Gerard\u2019s overalls up to his chest, put his seatbelt on and turned on the radio for the rest of the ride.

Gerard had let him, trying not really hard to solve that enigma. After all, it was his birthday and his father hadn\u2019t even asked if Gerard was done with the Honda, where they were going or if they were taking too long. And that always meant that something was up, Gerard wasn\u2019t stupid.

He played Frank\u2019s game, though, releasing his seatbelt and getting out of the car. Frank had the keys to the warehouse and juggled with them noisily, sneaking glances at Gerard occasionally. It was no longer a mystery, but Gerard played along. \u201cY\u2019know, I was thinking, my dad didn\u2019t even ask me if I was done with the Honda.\u201d

Frank looked at him, the grin dissolving into something smaller. \u201cSo?\u201d

\u201cI think he knew we were coming here, and I think there\u2019s something special with this place today,\u201d Gerard said, faking a mysterious tone, as they approached the small entrance. \u201cBeing my birthday and all. You preparing a surprise?\u201d

\u201cWell, it wouldn\u2019t be a surprise if I told ya, and if it was<\/i> a surprise,\u201d Frank replied, back with the grin, back to the mystery. \u201cMaybe your father just knew you wanted to get dirty on me before dinner, or maybe he just let you go because it\u2019s your birthday.\u201d

Frank unlocked and opened the door, slowly, turning around to face Gerard. He always did that while turning on the lights, also kissing Gerard and grabbing at his neck. This time, though, Gerard didn\u2019t go without asking, \u201cWhat\u2019s the surprise, Frankie?\u201d He smirked and kissed him deeply, but Gerard didn\u2019t close his eyes, no matter how much he was into that kiss.

And he saw it in the middle of the empty warehouse, a deep red spot in shape of a car. Gerard pulled back. \u201cFrank?\u201d

\u201cHappy Birthday, Gee,\u201d Frank said, turning around again. When they both were facing the vehicle, he drew an arm around Gerard\u2019s waist. \u201cSurprise.\u201d

\u201cOh my God, you can\u2019t be serious, is this-\u201d Gerard lost all his words. He couldn\u2019t even think of the name of this lady before him, or the details of its construction, or the last time he had seen it. The red car was all his wide eyes could see.

\u201cYour grandfather\u2019s 1957 Corvette, yes, it is,\u201d Frank spoke for him. His grin seemed authentic when Gerard turned to kiss him everywhere. \u201cYour father wants you to have it, basically, and I think it\u2019s a great car.\u201d

Gerard fell in to his arms. \u201cIt\u2019s a wonderful<\/i> car. Thank you so much,\u201d he said, grabbing at the side of Frank\u2019s head and collecting his lips. It was a heartfelt kiss, with all the want for Frank and for this car that Gerard had. He bit Frank\u2019s top lip in his frenzy, tonguing at it afterwards in an apology and entering Frank\u2019s mouth full-on in a thankful message.

\u201cI\u2019ve had so many wet dreams about this car, about this day<\/i>,\u201d Gerard said when he pulled away. \u201cC\u2019mon, let\u2019s go smell it<\/i>.\u201d He pulled Frank by the hand closer to the \u2018Vette. Frank let him go when they reached it and Gerard filled his lungs with air and attacked<\/i>.

He touched the metallic color and felt the coldness of that red under his palms, of that metal he had always loved to touch. Only it had never looked so new and so bright. Gerard strolled around the car, studying every corner of it, every curve and the details of the lights in the back. He ran to the front and popped open the hood, squealing of happiness at the potency of those muscles that were now his<\/i>, the ones he would drive proudly whenever he could.

He called Frank to see it with him and described some minute facts about that beauty with glee all over his voice, he noticed, the same way he saw the happy smile on Frank\u2019s face. He kissed him quickly after closing the hood and even leaned Frank back in to it, making out with him, touching his face and pulling his hair. He was crazy about this birthday.

\u201cWhy\u2019d you ask my dad to give it to me?\u201d he asked, leaning on his elbows over Frank\u2019s figure.

\u201cActually, a few months back, he asked me<\/i> what kind of gifts I usually gave to you and he said that he had something special for you, but that he didn\u2019t want to give it to you himself because-\u201d

\u201cBecause of my mom,\u201d Gerard finished for him, rolling his eyes. \u201cShe hates the idea of her son in a muscle car. She says it kills her heart.\u201d

Frank grinned and nodded. \u201cSo I agreed on giving it to you as soon as he was done with restoring it. And you loved it, I loved your face and I love the fact that I always knew how much this car turns you on.\u201d Gerard laughed into the next kiss.

\u201cYou\u2019re so smug, Frank, I love you,\u201d Gerard said, meeting Frank\u2019s eyes. He meant it with everything he had and Frank\u2019s eyes shone at him as he replied accordingly. It was beautiful, his heart flowering with the moment, but his curiosity wasn\u2019t quite fulfilled. \u201cYou wanna check inside?\u201d

\u201cYes!\u201d Frank grinned. He looked excited.

Gerard got up, but stopped for a minute to study Frank\u2019s face, with one eyebrow up on his forehead. There was something equally surprising in it, he felt, from the way Frank looked at him and invited him to go check it now<\/i>. Gerard went to open the door, but Frank impeded him, opening it himself and screaming \u201cTada!\u201d with that smug smile.

When Gerard looked inside, he laughed with his boyfriend. There were a lot<\/i> of condoms and small packets of their favorite brand of lube scattered all over the two seats. Gerard grabbed a few. \u201cYou plan on having this many orgasms inside this car?\u201d

\u201cWe\u2019ve got over a year till they expire, so we just gotta use them,\u201d Frank elucidated him, pulling Gerard close with both hands. \u201cIn this \u2018Vette or not, it\u2019s up to you.\u201d And he leaned in for a kiss, but Gerard caught sight of something curious on the passenger seat.

\u201cWait,\u201d he urged, hearing Frank\u2019s groan afterwards. Gerard chuckled at it. He placed a knee on the driver\u2019s seat, feeling the sharp material for a second, but leaning forward in the next. He grabbed a particular sachet and waved it at Frank over his shoulder. \u201cWhy do you suddenly fancy colored condoms? And scented<\/i> lube!\u201d

However, Frank didn\u2019t seem to be paying attention. Gerard understood so from his silence, but when he turned his neck around to look at Frank, he wasn\u2019t at all surprised. Frank was right behind him, as Gerard sort of had his ass in the air, and he was grabbing Gerard\u2019s hips and pulling them close to his crotch. Gerard bit his lip, as that sight turned him on immensely; Frank behind him, looking down at him with those crazy eyes of a predator, bringing one hand to Gerard\u2019s back and down to cup the curve of his ass. Gerard moaned.

\u201cYou\u2019re just teasing me, aren\u2019t ya?\u201d Frank asked, biting his lip too. He fisted on Gerard\u2019s overalls and thrust against his clothed behind. It was really sexy, Frank\u2019s obvious hard-on right there and Gerard\u2019s wanting to grow again to play this hot game. Insanely hot.

\u201cI\u2019m not, Frank, I just-\u201d Gerard tried a defense, but it was useless. Frank\u2019s hand went down to his crotch and gave it a squeeze, and the moan came out by itself. Gerard dropped his head, eyes closed, mouth open, completely mind-blown. He rubbed himself against Frank. \u201cDo you want me, Frankie?\u201d

He nodded, consistently; Gerard saw it when he looked back again. He rolled his ass against Frank\u2019s hard dick again, moaning loud enough to cause a reaction. And it came. Frank pulled him out of that position, out of the car, and pushed him against the nearest surface - a door, it seemed - to kiss him deeply. Many thoughts could have occupied Gerard\u2019s mind, but he could only care about Frank\u2019s tongue and the dirty things he wanted to do to it. But nothing specific came to him as Frank grabbed his ass and pulled their crotches together.

The moans erupting from Gerard\u2019s throat were right down obscene, causing more moans and more gropes and more of Frank\u2019s leg between his. When they pulled away, their breaths were ragged and their mouths red and shiny, asking for more, demanding another kiss. Gerard did lean in, but Frank said, \u201cI\u2019ve had so many wet dreams about fucking you on top of that hood.\u201d

Gerard panted. That sole line left him breathless, like the fucking had already been done and was not only images in their heads. He smirked. \u201cWhat are you waiting for?\u201d

There was a deep roar coming from Frank and he kissed Gerard again, but only bit his lip harsh with a gasp and pulled him by the hand to the front of the car. And there, both smirking and entangling their fingers tight, they knew they would spend some very happy moments.

Frank took Gerard by his hips, all that want in his eyes for Gerard to see, and sat him on the curvy hood. Gerard\u2019s ass slid down a bit, but Frank was there to catch him, crotch against crotch. Instead of moaning, Gerard threw his hands to Frank\u2019s hair and kissed the hell out of him, until they were tired and Frank was fisting on Gerard\u2019s zip once again. He slid it down noisily, hunger in his face and eyes, and rolled the fabric off Gerard\u2019s shoulders.

Gerard had to interrupt the kiss to lean back on his elbows and buck his hips up, so that Frank undressed him of the rest of his overalls and underwear. He had a small fight with Gerard\u2019s feet, curses included, because his sneakers had laces<\/i>, and Gerard was mad at his daily choice as well.

Later, though, Gerard was butt-naked on the cold metal and his cock perked from those sensations. Frank looked at him with a hungry gaze when he noticed.

Frank pulled him by the neck into another kiss, but he clearly wanted to undress his jeans and underwear too, because he had Gerard leaning forward and hanging on with nothing but his feet carefully propped on the \u2018Vette\u2019s front. It was terrifying, because what if it broke<\/i>, but the hormones of worry ran through Gerard\u2019s veins and put his heart in overdrive, as his brain and therefore his tongue. Which was in Frank\u2019s mouth, battling Frank\u2019s very bravely.

When Frank was done with his clothes and pulled Gerard\u2019s ass against his hot cock, Gerard was so ready to start, sweat forming on the small of his back in anticipation, hands grabbing at the hood for support and legs opened wide, still on the car\u2019s front. He was exposed. He was ready<\/i>.

But Frank failed him. \u201cI forgot something.\u201d Then he ran away from Gerard. He groaned loudly in frustration.

\u201cYou can\u2019t just leave me here. Frank! <\/i>\u201d Gerard whined, bucking up into thin air and falling on the hood with a small thud. He rolled his head to both sides, trying to see Frank, until he finally came from his left.

\u201cJust the condom and the-\u201d Frank stopped talking. He wasn\u2019t touching Gerard either, though. Gerard looked up at him with a questioning eyebrow raised high. Frank moaned. \u201cFuck, you\u2019re so hot, all spread out waiting for me. You\u2019re amazing.\u201d

And then he was all cold hands on Gerard\u2019s hot, awaiting skin and the moans were evident. Loud and inevitable, trashing Gerard\u2019s head back against the hood. Gerard closed his eyes and accepted every touch, every caress. First, the kisses on his thighs, the hand on his stomach, clasping around his length, and lastly the fingers in his ass, opening him up, exploring every corner.

When he looked up in curiosity, Frank was looking down at him, biting his lip, eating him whole with those desiring gazes and the way his body shifted closer to Gerard\u2019s every once in a while.

Gerard closed his eyes again because if he watched that, he would just explode into a million pieces and miss the opportunity of writing that porn scene on top of a 1957 Corvette, the first one to give him wet dreams. He felt his ass adjusting to Frank\u2019s lubed fingers, felt the tap on his prostate that bucked his hips up every time and let it all roll when it was gone.

Gerard knew what was coming next.

He was salivating for it, dying for the first press of Frank\u2019s thick dick on his hole. And finally, after the excruciating moment that lasted a lifetime and wasted two moans away, finally<\/i>, there was Frank pushing in. Gerard moaned loudly.

He tried to fist at what was closer, but his nails scraped against cold metal and Gerard regretted it. He curled his body a little and clawed at Frank\u2019s shoulders, pulling him down, pulling him close, pulling him in<\/i>. And Frank went easily, looking back at Gerard and sending every piece of control out of the window.

Their bodies moved in unison, so used to that song by now, so used to the slide of Frank\u2019s length inside Gerard\u2019s ass, against Gerard\u2019s prostate when the angle was right. Frank\u2019s rhythm grew to a frenzy as he bent forward, closer to Gerard, closer to the way Gerard met up with the frantic thrusts.

It was brutal, animalistic, but the car deserved it. All that muscle, all that beauty, all those morning woods Gerard had had - this was Gerard\u2019s revenge. He was getting it with Frank curled practically around him, until Gerard moved his calves to Frank\u2019s shoulders. Then, Frank mumbled something that Gerard didn\u2019t pick up, in a voice so sexy that Gerard shuddered and almost came, and he gripped the ends of Gerard\u2019s thighs. In that position, Gerard knew that Frank had all the control, but he wanted that. This was his birthday, after all.

From then on, it was all about Frank. He either clutched Gerard\u2019s flesh, or leaned forward for a kiss taking Gerard\u2019s legs with him, or chose to hit or miss Gerard\u2019s spot. It didn\u2019t matter, anymore. Frank was looking down at him with those eyes, fucking him with that energy and Gerard let it all happen. He tilted his head back again and moaned, here and there, completely off rhythm. He just couldn\u2019t keep up with the way Frank was thrusting so fast, so crazy.

However, Frank seemed to slow down and Gerard was quick to protest, looking up. \u201cWhat are you doing? Frank, c\u2019mon, just.\u201d He tried to move, to do something with their bodies, wanting the previous party back, but it was difficult in that position. He groaned when he noticed that Frank was looking down at their middles, attentively. \u201cFrank, what are you up to? This is no porn video, you can\u2019t just look at my ass, okay. C\u2019mon. Just fuck me, you fucking asshole.\u201d

Frank smirked. \u201cI was just imagining all the dirty things I wanna do to you in this car.\u201d

\u201cNot now, please, you\u2019re fucking me. Just.\u201d Gerard groaned and tried to move again, buck up and against Frank, get something more than the slow motion Frank was trying. \u201cFuck this, Frank, I\u2019m so there.\u201d

Frank wrapped his hand around Gerard\u2019s cock, squeezed firmly, extracting a moan from the bottom of Gerard\u2019s chest. He stroked softly and spoke again, \u201cYou like the idea of watching me wash and<\/i> wax your new \u2018Vette every month in nothing but my underwear?\u201d

Gerard didn\u2019t even need to imagine anything. The very tone of Frank\u2019s voice was obscene enough to bring shivers to Gerard\u2019s spine and a stir to his cock. Frank also sped up, hand and hips-wise. Gerard moaned.

\u201cYou fancy the image of my tongue in your ass-\u201d

Gerard\u2019s back arched as Frank went harder and faster with every throaty word he said. His eyes closed and his head hit the hood, thud and moans included.

\u201cWhile we try an awkward position inside this beautiful baby-\u201d

Frank went on with his bedroom voice and that enthusiastic rhythm, making every muscle on Gerard\u2019s stomach clench. He was close under Frank\u2019s do, again. Gerard loved that feeling.

\u201cAt the school parking lot, just before everybody fills out of class?\u201d

That was it. Frank stroked and Frank fucked, fast and hard at his own will, and Gerard just got off on those hot promises. His body arched and his toes curled in pleasure as the echo of Frank\u2019s words shuddered under his skin, making him release one of the best orgasms in life. It was stupefying, absolutely mind-blowing.

\u201cFucking come, Frank,\u201d he moaned, trying to clench his muscles around Frank while that high still lasted.

\u201cTell me what you\u2019ll do to me in this car,\u201d Frank requested, out of breath. He closed his eyes afterwards, opening his mouth as his hand let go of Gerard\u2019s limp organ and his hips kept going at it, full on. \u201cPromise me something. Anything.<\/i>\u201d

Gerard was really bad at sudden dirty talk, especially after an orgasm that had taken all his abilities away, but he closed around Frank and tried to think<\/i>. He quickly remembered one of Frank\u2019s oldest fantasies, \u201cI\u2019ll ride you in a public space. During daytime<\/i>.\u201d

\u201cMore<\/i>,\u201d Frank demanded. Gerard felt his hips jerking when Frank's rhythm was thrown off.

Gerard tried to think some more, but there was too much to focus on. They were fucking and Frank was close to coming, and Gerard had to get him off, Gerard had to promise him something related to sex and the Corvette beneath him. Gerard could not<\/i> multitask, but he managed, within a few moans:

\u201cI\u2019ll suck you off in the passenger seat and you\u2019ll shot your load everywhere. You\u2019ll make a mess. I\u2019ll kiss you and I\u2019ll make you taste your own cum and dick through my mouth. Then I\u2019ll make you clean everything up, naked. Under my orders. Under my whip<\/i>.\u201d

Gerard knew it was a weakness, ever since he had bought it for a kink. And the truth was that Frank caved above him and shook all over, sweat falling off his forehead, sweat under his hands as he pinched Gerard\u2019s thighs. And Frank moaned, leaning in, slowing down, breathing heavily. He was shaking and Gerard could feel his aftershocks, from the way their skins stirred together.

To end that intimate moment between the two, Frank waited and pulled out; before his dick got too sensitive<\/i>, Gerard thought to himself. He still moaned at the feeling, they both did. Then, Gerard\u2019s legs fell to the front of the car and Gerard let his body slide down until Frank\u2019s stopped him. They clung to each other the best they could, with the afterglow of their orgasms on their minds, for sure. Gerard held on to Frank, held him close, breathing regularly now and sometimes moaning due to that post-coital bliss. Having Frank fucking him was always the best arduous work he could take.

Especially when Frank ended them with perfect lines such as the one he chose for that day. \u201cI\u2019m gonna keep my promises. You better keep yours too.\u201d

Gerard smirked.

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