Frerard Oneshots

Painplay Part 3 - Porn night

Fucking finally, I've been trying to finish this fucking oneshot for d a y s

Yeah anyway, (please) enjoy

Smut

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"Fuck," Gerard moaned in relief, dragging out the word as he plopped down on the soft couch in Frank's apartment, the fake leather - Frank was against any form of animal harm - cool under the patches of his exposed skin. Frank chuckled at him from the kitchen, a rustling sound following.

"Hey, don't laugh at me, I'm tired," Gerard whined, but had to bite down a smile that tugged at the sides of his lips as Frank came to sit down next to him, two cans of beer in his hands.

"Mhm, I've heard you say that at least ten times in the last five minutes. I believe you got the message across, Gee."

Gerard rolled his eyes fondly, his cheeks taking on a pink hue at the nickname. He took the beer offered to him from Frank's heavily tattooed hand, hitching his legs up on the small coffee table and popping the can open with a little bit of a struggle.

"You know, for someone who calls himself my friend you sure as hell like to bully me," he pointed out, taking a swig of the beer.

Frank sighed and placed a hand over his heart over dramatically, feigning regret and hurt. Gerard thought he looked like a high off his ass teenager thinking he was Jesus. Ironically too, the hand on his chest was the one holding the beer, it was quite the sight honestly, and he had to bite back a laugh as to not interrupt Frank.

"True, true - I really do bully you," Frank said, almost pouting, and Gerard nodded in agreement, squinting suspiciously at the other man; there was no way he was giving up so easily. If he was, then Gerard's fucking name was Lucinda.

"But you don't seem to mind me bullying you very much when it's your little ass that I bully." Frank grinned.

Gerard's eyes widened in a comical fashion, his face flushed a bright red, vibrant as his fire truck colored hair, and he almost spat out his beer, choking on it in the process of trying to keep from that happening. He sputtered. "Frank!"

Frank burst out laughing, his and shrugged as if it excused his actions. He did move away on the couch to avoid getting smacked by a flustered Gerard, though. "You can't - you can't just say that!" Gerard exclaimed, his voice high pitched and squeaky.

"Of course I can, I just did." Frank smirked smugly, still coming down from his laughter.

Gerard rolled his eyes, trying to will away the blood from his cheeks and taking another swig from his beer, hiding behind the can. "Fucking Lucinda, could've gotten used to that." he grumbled under his breath, because really, Lucinda wasn't that bad, there were people out there named Karen. Gerard shuddered, poor people.

Frank shot him a confused look, his eyebrows tilted. "What?"

"Nothing fuckface. And my ass isn't little." Gerard snapped at him.

Frank snorted, and his nose scrunched up as his lips shaped into a smile, his plump bottom lip stretching, the right side of his mouth rising just a bit more than the left. His green muddy eyes as if sparkled; taunting Gerard and making his heart skip a beat under his ribcage.

"It's little, but it's cute," Frank offered with a grin, still smiling at a pouting Gerard. "Tight too." He added.

Gerard groaned, his cheeks flaming anew, the sides of his lips tugging into an involuntary and embarrassed smile at Frank's face. "Of course its cute, it's a part of me." He settled on mumbling eventually, completely ignoring Frank's other remark. He tried - and failed - not to blush too hard as Frank agreed with him.