My Way Home Is Through You (Frerard)

Chapter 20

Completely ignoring him when he walked back into the room, I made an effort to make as little noise and movement as I could, as well as keeping my eyes as far away from him as I could. Admittedly that was hard, he was beautiful all the time, there was nothing about him that wasn't beautiful, but when he was naked there was something that stood out. Probably the curves in his body, the defined edges and the beauty hidden when he wore clothes, never the less he was beautiful making it almost as hard as my cock, to not look at him.

Just to make my point, I managed it, staring at things like the door, the bookshelf, the ceiling and the nightstand. He didn't seem particularly bothered, nor did he try to direct my attention elswhere, simply put his mug down on the desk and mine on the nightstand. Almost growling angrily at him, I tried to get my head around why he was really going to tease me like this, he knew I could not possibly get it there. Clearly he wasn't thinking like that though, or maybe he was and he really was just being a little bitch.

Still saying nothing to me, he walked away, pulling on his boxers and sitting in the chair by the desk. Becoming more annoyed at him and more needing of the sexual attention I wasn'tgetting, or able to give myself, I turned to eventually face him, practically yelling at him, "What the fuck are you doing!

Just like before, seeming to not hear anything I was saying, he looked at me right in the eyes, a loving smile on his face. "How often do I tell you how beautiful you are Frankie?" He said tucking his hair neatly behind his ear. Really not feeling the flattery, or the want to be nice, I just glared at him, questioning him if he really wanted to continue being a massive dick. "You are so beautiful Frankie." He smiled at me in adoration.

As I was seriously annoyed at him for seeming completely oblivious to what he was doing to me, I simply ignored him making sure I looked really really bored as I darted my eyes around the room. The silence was painful, it wasn't awkward, wasn't tense, just painful, in so many ways. Gerard was just sat innocently on the chair at the desk, while I was handcuffed to the bed.

Looking up suddenly in surprise, I saw the weight I had felt at the end of the bed was Gerard, kneeling right at the end of the bed, like he was purposely staying away from me. Rolling my eyes, I looked back up at the ceiling, merely for a few seconds, before I felt the bed dip more and more, closer and closer to my feet. When I looked back down towards my feet, I saw him sat a millimeter or so from my feet, like an obidient dog looking at me lovingly, yet seeming to almost asking for permission of some sort.

"Can I help you honey?" I asked almost sarcastically, I was losing the will to live at this point, this wasn't even teasing anymore, nope this was just pure evil, fuck fifty shades of grey, fuck porn this was none of that, this was sexual neglect.

"Well I wouldn't want to do anything without per-"

"Yes, whatever you want, yes! Fuck me, suck my dick, make me suck yours I do-" I cut myself when he grinned crawling up my legs and sitting on my thighs, clearly trying particularly hard to not touch me at all, he pushed his finger to my lips laughing a little to himself. After a moment he slowly removed his finger, replacing it with his lips, I happily reacting kissing him roughly, annoyed when he pulled away kissing along my jaw and to my neck.

"You shouldn't jump to conclusions Frankie, I was going to ask to draw you." He whispered, I could hear the fucking smile on his face and boy did it piss me off. "Glad you said yes." He pressed another kiss to my cheeks and slipping off of me and off the bed. "I love you."

"Shame the feeling isn't mutual baby." I grunted under my breath, as he turned back to wink at me, before sitting himself down in the chair.

Preparing myself for an agonisingly long wait while he sat and drew me for what would probably be over an hour, I decided to think of things that maybe took my mind off what was running through my brain - LACK OF SEX. Not surprisingly the first thing that came to my head was spiders, I swear my dick just completely flopped at the single thought of them, but I feared I would suddenly start spazzing up and flinching, thinking there was one running across my leg. I didn't really want to be twitching and moving, I'd feel bad for Gerard, I wouldn't deny for a second that I was pissed at him, but after thought I came to the conclusion I was partially to blame. Well actually, the fortune cookie was.