Frerard Oneshots

Thighs? Thighs!

So you can have a visual of the thighs in question^

Requested by Depressedonetime though I think you're all gonna enjoy it

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Frank, simply to say, was bored as fuck.

It wasn't anything special or too bad, but considering it was six in the morning on a Saturday - he'd woken up and couldn't go back to sleep, as annoying as that was - he didn't have much to do. He'd thought about eating, but realized he wasn't too hungry, and that it was better to wait for Gerard to wake up anyway.

Then he thought he could watch a movie on his laptop, but his laptop was on his desk and only his headphones were at hand reach. Plus, he looked down at where Gerard was adorably cuddled to his naked torso, his arm draped over him and his short little breaths ghosting his skin; he couldn't possibly disturb that.

And so, petting Gerard's soft hair as he slept, Frank resolved to rereading The Catcher in the Rye, which always sat on his nightstand. He'd read the book a thousand times already, and while it never got old, he had some other ways he would've liked to spend his morning. Gerard was a main requirement for most.

A half an hour later, and about fifty pages in, Gerard's breath became erratic, and his uneven puffs of air caused goosebumps to break upon Frank's skin. Assuming he was having a dream, Frank shushed him, and began stroking his hair again, twirling it in his fingers and slightly tugging on it.

Now, Frank wasn't an idiot, and when Gerard began squirming, he was pretty damn sure he wasn't just having a dream. But it was the broken little moan he breathed out some time later that confirmed it. Needless to say, he set down his book.

Gently, Frank pried Gerard's hands off of him, and pulled the blanket down, then moved on the bed until he was sat at Gerard's feet. He could see a little bulge in his boyfriend's boxers, and when he turned to lay on his back at the absence of Frank's heat, Frank moved his legs apart.

It was a bit of a struggle, seeing as Gerard kept trying to clamp them shut even in his sleep. Frank wouldn't have minded but fuck, couldn't he at least get his head between them first? Gripping the backs of his boyfriend's thighs, Frank pulled them up, folding his knees until his legs lay triangle shaped on the bed.

Frank didn't know what Gerard was dreaming of, but whatever it was, it was obviously affecting him as his hips bucked up in cute little thrusts. He trailed the pads of his fingers up Gerard's right leg, and rubbed little circles on the inside of his thigh, drawing little desperate noises from him.

Frank leaned down, and began leaving trails of kisses on the soft flesh his thighs, nipping at the skin from time to time. He nosed at Gerard's dick and blew warm air on it, hearing him whine. Not a lot later, as he sucked little bruises onto the pale skin, he felt a pair of trembling hands tangling in his hair.

Frank smiled against Gerard's thigh, his teeth scraping it and causing him to let out a low moan. He breathed in deeply and blew the air out on the wet patches on the skin, then dragged his tongue up and up and up on it until he was inches away from Gerard's painfully hard dick.

"Oh... f-fu - ah..." Gerard moaned, and struggled to keep his noises down, all but amusing Frank.

Frank listened closley to the choked off sounds spilling from his lips as he sucked more bruises into existence, turning Gerard's pale thighs into mini galaxies and constellations consisting of blues and purples and a million shades of lust. He took a piece of skin between his teeth and tugged on it, before he let go and licked across it.