My Way Home Is Through You (Frerard)

Chapter 12

~ A/N This is hard to explain but like there is some trigger warning, that's really bad it almost triggered me writing so I will label that for you when it comes to it ISeaechforSolace listen baby don't be hurt I like you too much ^-^ and to everyone if you are triggered please pay attention. Also they talk a lot about scars and stuff so that might trigger you, if you think you will be triggered by scar talk and that sort of thing, please be careful and probably just read the sex then skip the rest anyway I will warn the bad bit ~

"Well if you're not tired, why are my clothes still on?" He winked moving his lips from mine to my ear, when he finished talking he began to kiss at my neck. Moving them from his hair, my hands travelled straight to his pants, removing them and the boxers at once, before I took the hem of shirt whipping the shirt off over his head. "Someone's in a hurry." He giggled running the back of his hand across my cheek, smiling at me lovingly.

Wrapping his arms around me tightly, he began kissing me roughly again, exploring my whole mouth with his tongue, I tightened my legs around his waist feeling his hard cock press against my entrance. Moaning softly into his mouth, I let myself relax just as he pushed in making me moan somewhat louder. Chuckling a little, he held me close, like I was the single most important thing in the world and he never wanted to let me go.

Before me were married, when he was working back in Jersey and Kyle and I were alone, I often had doubts, I feared things would change, things would be different, that once we were married we wouldn't be the same as before. In a sense I was right to worry, because boy things changed, but never in a bad way, I think maybe the think that I loved the most the changed, was this, the sex. It certainly changed, it was different, not quite like a new person, but almost a new side of Gerard.

Maybe it was before we were married, for him it was about the power, or maybe even that he didn't give a fuck about me, purely about his own joy. When we first fucked, I'm sure it was that, I let him fuck me because I wanted the pleasure, he fucked me because hewanted the pleasure. And it was definitely power for him, he certainly wouldn't have wanted me to fuck him, hell no, I was his student, he had to have the power. But that was just the way it was.

As for in New York, well it wasn't quite the same, not exactly, maybe the first time, there was nothing to it then, just two friends having sex because they wanted the pleasure. Yeah, so it was selfish the first time, and maybe a little longer the first few times, we were unsure, we wanted sex for ourselves. Then maybe it became a little dominating revolved for Gerard, he was always the alpha, that was fine, I was good with that, but maybe it made him sure, him happy about it. So maybe then too.

However when he engaged, I asked him, if we could change it, if Icould fuck himand he said yes, I guess that was when the change began. That was maybe a moment when I realized sex could be more than just pleasure, it could be a way of showing affection, that Gerard didn't care if he wasn't the one in charge, he didn't want the dominance particularly. Of course it went back to normal after, but it did feel a little different. Once we were married though, it was just like someone had completely changed my mindset, sure a man wants and needs what he wants and needs, a mans dick takes over sometimes, but even then it was still affectionate. Even when we had rough sex, like in the Hollister fitting room, it was still close, it was still Gerard holding me tight close to him, Gerard kissing me and making me feel wanted, Gerard whispering that he loved me and that I was beautiful in my ear. It meant something and it was perfect.

"You know how fucking perfect you are Frankie?" Gerard whispered as he panted softly in my ear, I struggled to reply, simply clung to him like a life ring as he canted his hips, hitting my prostate, causing a soft moan to escape my lips. "Because you are, so, so perfect." He mumbled, I moaned in acknowledgment clenching around him as he slammed into me harder, my back arching and toes curling.