If It Means A Lot To You... (Frerard)

(54.) Drunken Booty Sex (kind of)

(((LITERALLY FEW MORE CHAPTERS YES YES CRY ALL YOU WANT ps smut)))

Vincent had started playing Up All Night by blink-182 when me and Frank reached his bedroom.

I guess it's going to be our sex song now or something.

Frank pushed me against the wall and starting kissing me, fast and hard. I could taste the beer on him. I was getting even more drunk just off the taste of it on his tongue.

He pushed his hands up my shirts and grabbed at my sides, in his drunken state he kept touching weird places, like my belly button or nipples.

I had my arms around his neck, pulling at his hair and accidentally scratching some skin off his scalp.

Frank pulled my shirt over my head, almost falling over in the process and squishing us both against the wall.

As soon as my shirt was off, I repeated the same action on him.

Our bare chests touched and grinded against each other as we made out in his room.

Frank pulled me back towards his bed and I landed on top of him, making him grunt and laugh slightly.

His hands reached down my sweaty back and pushed on the edge of my jeans. He pulled them off completely and I was just in my boxers.

I tugged at his jeans and unbuttoned them, grabbing them by the legs and pushing them off his pale legs.

The night was becoming a blur to me, the alcohol taking over my brain and just forcing me to repeat the actions of what we had done before in bed together.

I soon found myself fully naked and leaning back on the bed, waiting for him to enter me.

I have no thoughts by now, I can't think clearly, and I can barely see Frank's face.

My brain snapped back when I felt him inside of me, thrusting and moaning, and I realized I was too, and that I was fully hard.

I went completely numb, and he fucked me, probably in the same condition as me, or worse, he had drunken more than I had, after all.

The worst part was that I fell asleep before he was done.

I'm crying already and this isn't over. Like literally I can feel the tears in my eyes and it's really weird. (edit: I wasn't actually crying)

M having ramen for dinner, wbu?

Ilysmmmmmmmmm dadddyyy 8=D

~I may know things, did you remember? <--what the fuck(edit: I regret the entire seventh grade)

Ari Thomas<3