The smut gallery {Frerard•ongoing}

Party Time

Eyyy it's been a minute. An update! Wow!

They get caught! (If you don't like that though it's not a huge part)

Intoxication! (On both sides dw)

Gerard is drunk. I might be a little drunk too, but not like Gerard. I'm just sitting on the couch at the party Gerard insisted we go to, playing uno, passing around a whole ass hookah. Gerard though, he's singing Britney Spears and dancing for Lindsey and Jamia, who are laughing their asses off.

A few minutes later, he's stopped singing and dancing, and now he's sitting, staring off into space while Lindsey and Jamia talk, but then he says something to Lindsey and her face goes red, and Jamia looks taken aback.

He starts giggling, face gone red too, although probably from drinking. He leaves Lindsey and Jamia and walks over to me on the couch, sitting at my side and putting his legs around me. I feel like Pete, Ray, and Christa are judging us, but it's not like it's going to affect my uno skills, so I don't give a shit.

He whispers in my ear. "I was thinkin' about you and it got me horny~"

This may affect my uno skills. Not really, because uno is mostly luck, and I'm intoxicated anyway, but my face is red now. He whispers in my ear again.

"I could fuck you right here and now Frankie, I'm so needy." He's trying to turn me on, and it's working, I can't even think of anything to replace the horny thoughts with. To be fair though I can barely think one thought at a time right now. But they're all about fucking my boyfriend, so not party thoughts.

Then he takes it a step further, moving forward a bit, subtly grinding against my leg and breathing an almost moan in my ear. If I don't stop this, I wouldn't put it past him to cum against my leg in the middle of the party.

"Hey guys," I don't think I'm that drunk, but I slurred the S... "I- I can't count anymore. Gotta like, uh, call it stopping time... Quits, gotta call it quits." Pete nods slowly, and I think he hasn't been able to count for a while.

Gerard almost giggles in my ear, but it's breathy and broken. I'm sure everyone in the neighborhood knows he's drunk and horny. He moves to where he's sitting on my lap with a leg at either side of me, and I stand up, picking him up with me.

As we leave I know everyone knows what's about to happen. Except maybe Pete, he's really stoned. But everybody else does, and I hear Lindsey and Jamia gawking and gossiping. Gerard starts sucking and nibbling on my neck, and immediately the party is forgotten.

I take us up to Pete's room, apologizing to Pete in my head. Gerard pulls off of my neck and looks me in the eyes in a not very sober and not very PG-13 way. He then moves to my ear, whispering even though we're alone now.

"Frankie," He giggles drunkenly "Fuck me right against the wall~" I want to make him happy, but that's killed when I realize I am unable to fuck him with my clothes on, a disappointing discovery.

I bring him to the bed and drop him down, watching him bounce and stare up at me, ready for me to do whatever I want. I pull down his pants, in one rough motion. I move over him and connect our lips, holding myself up with one hand near his waist and moving my other down to stroke his dick, which is already semi hard.

He's barely kissing me back as he squirms and moans under me, but I almost like it more that way, with him focusing on nothing but how good I make him feel. I kind of like it when he lets himself be selfish.

I lower down slightly, unbending my knees so I can grind against him while we do this. He doesn't question it, not paying much attention to anything.

After a minute I pull of, letting go of him. I push my pants down. I reach out my fingers for Gerard to suck, and again he doesn't question it, pulling them into his mouth to wet them, even slicing through with his tongue, looking at me with intense fuck me eyes the whole time.