Frerard Oneshots

Fuck Me in a Closet, Fuck Me in the Ass

Alternative title: Frank Has One Brain Cell And Even That Gerard Fried

Requested by Arro_Sohng a shit long time ago, enjoy:)

Smut and comedy (I hope)

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Gerard groans as he lands a strawberry in his mouth, his teeth tearing it and causing a wonderful sweet taste to explode in his mouth. He leans his head on Frank's shoulder, who is very much gaping at him, feeling like a horny teenager when his pink tongue dart out to wet his soft looking lips.

"Fuckin' love strawberries," Gerard mumbles dreamily around his mouthful of the fruit, his fingers toying with another one before bringing it to his lips and popping it in his mouth.

He takes another yet again, and offers it to Frank, who feels like his brain is short circuiting. And perhaps it is, and perhaps that is because his blood has officially stopped flowing to his brain, apparently having found that rushing down to his dick is way more enjoyable; Frank just might agree.

As Frank doesn't respond - he's an idiot, really - Gerard moves his head to the side, an upsetting crease forming between his perfectly shaped brows as he takes away the so obviously sweet as fuck strawberry that a second ago he was offering Frank. "Frankie?" He mumbles, and it's just what Frank needs to snap out of his trance.

"Yeah Gee?" Frank says, and its pathetic, the way he subtly tries to shift his hips, to give his rapidly filling dick more room in his pants.

"Are you okay?" Gerard asks, his cheeks tinting pink at the sound of the nickname. Frank wants to smack himself for causing this angel any sort of worry.

"Yeah, yeah, I am. Just got distracted for a moment."

"Okay..." Gerard says, squinting slightly at him, and leans back against his shoulder.

"Geez," Mikey mumbles from the other side of the table, his nose scrunched up in disgust. "Get a room."

Ray smacks him lightly on the shoulder, and Frank rolls his eyes, but with the way Mikey is looking at him suspiciously, he can almost swear he knows whats going on in Frank's pants. And really, Frank does not like that, not one bit.

Mostly for the fact that this is his boyfriend's little brother that is sending him the squinting eyes, and secondly because it is fucking embarrassing when someone - his boyfriend's little brother - might know about something he does not want them to know. His boner, for example.

Frank does his best to ignore this and wraps an arm around Gerard's shoulders. This time he parts his lips and takes the strawberry offered to him, squishing it with his teeth. He can see a soft pink hue spreading across Gerard's pixie nose and pale cheeks, freckles dusting over them.

Frank swallows, and curses whoever had the great idea to make him a guy, before doing a double take and realizing that wasn't he a guy he wouldn't have Gerard - they're both gay for fuck's sake - and sighs mentally.

Gerard thigh presses against his own, an action he's become used to over the last two years of having Gerard, and he grits his teeth that are sweet with the remains of the strawberry, suppresses a shiver as he feels his dick hardening in his pants.

God, this is ridiculous, more ridiculous than the number of time Ross from Friends has gotten married. And Frank can feel his cheeks heating up, turning red with embarrassment as he knows the tip of his dick turns red with arousal.