Frerard - Yes Sir!

Chapter 22

Frank settled on the couch that evening with the events of the day racing through his mind. Gerard's legs were draped over his lap as he sat at the opposite end of the couch to Frank. Lindsey had text him to say that he had until the end of the week to make his decision.

He rubbed his hands up and down his boyfriend's jeans absentmindedly.

"You ok babe?" Gerard asked.

Frank looked up and offered a slight smile and nodded.

"Yeah. Course" he lied giving Gerard's thigh a little squeeze.

Gerard crawled up the couch and sat himself astride Frank. He could tell that Frank wasn't himself. He wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him close. Frank closed his eyes and leant into Gerard's chest and breathed him in. He curled his arms around his waist and held onto him for dear life.

He was crying inside at how fucking cruel life could be. He was finally content and had found a man who was everything he could ever wish for, only to be faced with having to make an impossible decision. He needed Gerard more than the air in his lungs. Even though they had only been together for such a short amount of time, he knew he was the one. His one. His fucking soulmate. His other half. The thought of not having him in his life cut him to the core. Just the thought of it brought unbearable pain – so how would the reality of it feel?

But would Gerard be the same person if he didn't have the career that he was falling more in love with every day? The joy on his face when he talked about the school kids was immeasurable. Frank would smile to himself when he heard Gee on the phone to his mom telling her all about his day and how great his job was. If he was to lose that, with no opportunity of teaching again, he would be destroyed.

"You can talk to me about whatever's worrying you" Gerard said, interrupting his thoughts.

Should he tell him? Tell him all about what a cruel bitch Lindsey was being and what she was accusing him of?

He knew that Gerard would choose the option of the headteacher being informed. He would think that he could talk his way out of it. But Frank knew how manipulative Lindsey was and how she would have everyone believing her and pitying her.

No. He wouldn't tell him. He would sort this out himself.

"There's nothing worrying me" he finally replied, lifting his head from Gerard's chest and placing a kiss on his lips.

Frank felt that kiss like no other he had ever felt before. He felt the breath from Gerard's nose tickle his top lip; he felt the slightly chapped skin on Gerard's lower lip rub against his own, and he felt the absolute love being poured into it. He cherished it but at the same time his heart was breaking into a million fucking shards.

He grabbed the back of Gerard's thighs and lifted him up, carrying him to the bedroom, never breaking their kiss.

He slowly placed him on the bed and began to unbutton his shirt. Gerard happily conceded and then lifted Frank's t-shirt up above his head before tossing it to the ground. Frank stroked his hands over every inch of his boyfriend's pale skin before settling back down to kiss him again. He kissed him with everything he had, wanting to taste every corner of his mouth. Gerard panted heavily as they pulled apart and frantically reached down to unbutton Frank's jeans. Frank stood and stepped out of his pants, while Gerard pushed his own down his legs while still lay on the bed.

Frank remained stood and just looked down at a naked Gerard. He smiled before straddling him and placed kisses all over his chest. He slowly took him into his mouth and pleasured Gerard until he was writhing below him. Sucking and kissing and lapping at him. He swallowed around him causing Gerard to cry out.

"God Frank please" he begged.

Frank stretched him out and then positioned himself between his legs. He pushed his engorged cock into his boyfriend and stopped as he bottomed out. He lay himself down onto Gerard's torso and just allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of being buried within him. Feel the warmth of him and the tightness surrounding him. God it was the most amazing feeling in the world – joined together as one. They truly were two halves that completed each other.

"Frank!" Gerard began to plead.

Frank broke out of his trance-like state and began to move. He pulled out slowly, before sinking back in again. He found a slow and sensual rhythm and closed his eyes, burning the feeling into his mind. Over and over, he sank into him, the sounds of Gerard's cries and moans like music to his ears.

Gerard was equally as overwhelmed by the slow and romantic nature of their lovemaking. Because that was what this was. This wasn't fucking or screwing. There was no kinky shit going on. This was them both conveying their absolute love for one another. Gerard felt emotional as he watched Frank's facial expressions. He was almost lost in his own world – but the focus on pleasing Gerard was clear to see. He hit his prostate repeatedly, and Gerard knew he wouldn't last much longer, although he really wanted to. He wanted to draw this out, because he knew there was something special about it, even if he didn't know what that was.

Frank instinctively knew that Gerard was close though and reached down to take a hold of his throbbing cock. He gripped it firmly but moved his hand equally as slowly as he was moving in and out of him.

Frank eventually sped up a little, but his actions were still loving and romantic.

"Come for me baby!" he said as he looked down at Gerard.

Gerard didn't need asking twice and before long was twitching and calling out Frank's name as he spilled out over himself. The sight alone had Frank coming into his boyfriend, tightly closing his eyes as he chased his orgasm.

He was still inside of Gerard, looking down at him with adoring eyes – taking in his beauty.

He suddenly looked away, but Gerard didn't miss it.

He didn't miss the tear that fell from Frank's eye and dropped onto the bed.