Mint and Honey (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 6: For the Sake of My Own Asshole and My Ability to Walk

Gerard had finally managed to make himself come, finally grappling with his third orgasm as he rutted his hips into his own mattress and into the hoodie he had found. The friction was so much better and rougher than his hand. He lay there on his bed for a few moments as he tried to catch his breath. His body was still thrumming with white-hot electricity and he grimaced when he felt how sticky his lower half was.

He could feel his dick finally softening a little bit and he sighed with relief. Despite that, the growing hunger in his stomach still remained. He rolled over, standing up on wobbly legs, unable to look at the mess that he had made on the bed. He wiped himself down roughly and threw the old shirt aside, grabbing the first few items he could find and putting them on. He did try and find a baggier pair of pants and a loose shirt so that he didn't die of heatstroke in his own clothing. He didn't even put shoes on as he grabbed his glasses and launched himself down the stairs. He took a bottle of water from the fridge and downed half of it before he walked out of the house. He thanked God that Frank didn't live across the town and that he wouldn't have had to cycle there. The mere idea of peddling right now would have definitely killed him. He looked down the road and could see Frank's house. Linda's yellow station wagon wasn't in the driveway and he hoped that Frank hadn't gone with her. He began walking down the road, sipping on his water, and hoped that he wouldn't cross paths with anyone along the way.

As he drew nearer and infinitesimally closer, his body wanted him to get there even faster and before he knew it, he was jogging. He threw his water bottle in a nearby trashcan before his feet pushed him up the Iero driveway. He got to the door and began pounding on it, his heart hammering in his chest.

"God, alright!" Frank yelled from inside, "One sec!" Gerard's heart leaped in his chest when he heard Frank's voice and the rattle of the lock on the door. He began rocking from side to side impatiently as the door was finally unlocked and pulled open a small fraction. Frank eyed him for a second and then opened the door, freezing in the archway, his face suddenly flooding with color and his knees dipping. Gerard knew that the smell emanating from him was obvious and he was hoping that Frank would understand, but at the same time, there was a part of him that didn't care.

"G-Gerard..." Frank breathed and he began backing away from the door, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he started to pant, "Fuck- God- Gee, what are you... Why-" Gerard crossed the distance between them as Frank backed up against the stairs with his eyes wide. Frank let out a small groan as Gerard's hands ran over his body, his own lungs barely able to concentrate on breathing.

"Kiss me, omega. Kiss me, please." Gerard gasped, his fingers digging desperately into Frank's hips as he pressed himself close to the small boy. Frank's eyes closed at the proximity of the Alpha, his head tilting to the side as he all but melted in Gerard's feverish arms.

Frank turned his head away, gasping for air as he tried to focus, "Gerard... Fuck, you- you're making me want to do things."

"Yeah." Gerard nodded fervently, his voice barely above a whisper, "Yeah. Things - Things are good." Gerard buried his face in his neck and took in the deepest breath, inhaling the sweet smell of Frank that was just barely tinted with arousal. He let out a groan as Frank kicked the front door closed. Gerard lapped at Frank's neck, mouthing at the scent glands that were just below his ear. Frank let out a moan, a louder cry as he stuttered back against the stairs, his hips pressing into Gerard's.

"Fuck, Alpha..." Frank whined low and Gerard instantly moaned out, pushing Frank down onto the stairs. He hovered over him, a thigh between Frank's legs, his knees on the wooden staircase. He leaned in, sucking on Frank's neck for the thousandth time, his mouth shaded with the soft taste of the omega's sweet musk; it was like nectar to Gerard, a taste that lingered over his every tastebud of which he would never grow tired. Gerard rutted against Frank's hip, pushing for friction and touch to ease the ache of his erection, and he let out a small sob, sucking on Frank's neck even more as his fingertips dug into the carpeted stairs.