Call of the Siren » Frerard

EIGHT

VIII: addicted, addicted, addicted to you...

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Frank figured that ramen was a romantic enough meal after losing his virginity.

He and Gerard were still tangled close, the latter with an arm around the former -- legs curled beneath themselves atop the bed. Frank was swathed close in Gerard's iconic Slipknot hoodie, baggy by how much smaller he was -- in just his boxers beneath that, a little bowl of noodles cradled in his hands as he and Gerard watched the movie playing from the latter's laptop.

Gerard was in just sweatpants, yet they were keeping the other warm, Gerard slurping a bit on his own bowl as his gaze was on the screen. Frank was a bit terrified that he'd spill something, and manage to fuck everything up, so he was careful -- biting gently on his lip.

The movie was a random one they'd found, following some painful cliche, teenage coming of age movie trope -- making Frank cringe a bit at the horrid representation of tension between the love interest and protagonist.

It was fairly silent for the majority of the movie, night having fallen upon them as the room was slathered in dim darkness. Unfortunately, Frank had needed to hook himself back up to Pencey -- but, secretly, he was only relieved that he could breathe again. They'd long discarded their bowls once finished, now just holding the other close -- no different than how they used to, only this time, it was somehow more intimate.

Frank figured that just the whole concept of having sex with Gerard had tugged them even closer than they already had been. Frank was still trying to keep Gerard as close as he could, needing some level of contact to ground him, to keep him from just floating away into the night. It was some sort of feeling deep, deep inside his heart. Warm, welcoming, lighting him up if his limbs were tangled in Christmas lights. Gerard just made him feel some sort of way, and the aftermath of being with him in such a manner had only deepened the feelings. A shared orgasm bringing them to an understanding of simple bliss, the beauty of having the other close -- each and every delicate detail only tugging them further together.

Frank was a bit remorseful, knowing that he'd be having to head home before too long -- with his forever worried mother, and the annoyance of an overnight feeding needing to be pursued. He pushed away from the thoughts for a bit, though, trying to focus on the now as they lay together.

All the intricate pieces had long since fallen into place, Gerard's fingers still soothing up and down Frank's arm. It was gentle, a bit ticklish -- the action making Frank fluttery all over. He let his head fall to Gerard's shoulder, lulling just a bit as he sighed in contentment -- the elder of the two smiling. They were swathed in a blanket, courtesy of Gerard when he'd noticed Frank still shivering, even with his hoodie -- tugged over the both of them as comfort fell like a soft cloud, settling like gentle snow all around them.

There was some sort of a nice feeling, though, of no longer needing to fear touching the other. They no longer needed to hesitate, nor hold back from kissing the other -- which, Gerard seemed to be taking a big advantage over, as -- to little of either their surprise, they were back at it again.

It had just been when the ill-fated sex scene had begun, too -- somehow leading to Gerard turning to Frank with a tiny gleam of mischief in his eyes, falling into their mouths moving together once more. Frank could vaguely hear the movie still in the background -- but he was much more focused on the sound of him and Gerard's breathing. Frank still wasn't quite in a place to complain, though, nearly feeling as if he was melting into the sheets, with Gerard kissing him through long, deep presses.