The World is Ugly (Frerard)

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Frank POV.

"A-Ah-! Gee--" I moaned out, gripping the sheets below me harshly. I felt Gerard harshly slam back and forth into me. He towered over me, his hand by my head as we rocked back and forth with eachother, shaking the bed and making it creek lowly.

"You take me so good, baby." Gerard moaned into my ear, causing a shiver to go down my spine. He thrusted faster, deeper as I moaned out small pleases.

"P-please, make me yours-ah~!" I squeaked out, my prostate being found. He took this as a sign and kept hitting it. Over and over and over and over. I felt the familiar knot in my stomach.

"You gonna cum for me, beautiful? Yeah?...feels so good.." Gerard moaned out as he fucked me like I was going to disappear. He lifted my leg so it rested on his shoulder, going even deeper, if that was possible.

"A-aAh!! M'close~"

I awoke with a start, heart pounding and sweat forming at my temples. I quickly looked over and to my grateful surprise Gerard was not next to me anymore. I quickly shuffled myself out of his bed and groaned at the now throbbing erection in my pants, well, Gerard's pants. I quickly readjusted myself before making my way to the upstairs bathroom, going into it quickly and locking the door behind me.

I quickly shoved my pants down to the middle of my thigh and quickly began to stroke myself, letting out a quiet moan. "F-fuck..." I groaned under my breath. I quickened my pace and let out small whines, hoping Gerard didn't hear me from downstairs. I went faster and faster until I felt that knot in my stomach.

"Ah~ Gee!~" I moaned out probably a little bit to loudly, shooting the familiar white liquid all over my hand and stomach.

I quickly washed off my hands and stomach, pulling myself back together. I went back into Gerard's room to grab my phone. I quickly unlocked it, answering any missed texts from my best friend, Ray. I told him about Gerard, he was thrilled. I also had a few missed calls from Bert, I was supposed to open the store for him today. Oh well. It was about 11 now, too late I guess. I shrugged to myself, a shiver going down my spine. I looked around for something to cover up with, landing on a hoodie Gerard had thrown on the chair in the corner. I shrugged it on and put the hood up, finding comfort in it immediately. The hoodie smelled like him, it was amazing.

I finally made my downstairs, music filling my ears and the smell of coffee filling my nose. I smiled and walked into the kitchen, seeing Gerard cleaning out his liquor cabinet. I smiled softly again at the sight.

"Whatcha doing, Gee?" I asked, sitting on the counter that he was standing by.

"Figured I could get rid of these finally, now that I have someone to keep me occupied." He smiled as he spoke. He didn't reek of alcohol this time, just ciggys and coffee. "Plus, I just really need to quit, yknow? Gotta live my life or whatever."

I nodded and pulled the sleeves down lower, scratching at the needle marks through the sleeves. "I haven't used in..." I thought for a second before continuing, "4 days?, I know it isn't long, but..." I spoke softly, ashamed .

"Fuck yeah!! Good job Frankie. Progress is progress. I haven't had a drink at all today, scouts honor." He smirked to himself for a second when he realized I was in his hoodie.

"Sorry... I got cold..: I spoke, giggling softly. I hopped off the counter and walked over to the speaker on the other side of the kitchen. "Can I? I don't wanna like touch your phone without asking, that's rude." I asked, motioning to the phone.

"Of course, but don't put any sad shit on." I nodded and unlocked his phone, going to Youtube and putting on I Am a Graveyard, a band I was in during my senior year before I dropped out. I smiled as the song played, bobbing my head to the beat. I ang along quietly, returning to my spot on the counter. I jumped up onto it and Gerard made his way over, his head also bobbing to the music. Infact, he turned it up even more. His neighbors were definitely going to complain. I pulled Gerard closer and held his hands as i continued mumbling along.

"Frankie?"

"Yeah?"

"The voice sounds familiar, is this you?" He spoke with pure wonder and amazement.

I giggled slightly and nodded. "I've been in and out of bands for a few years, this was my last one when I was still in school."

"Can I hear you sing along to it?"

I nodded and hopped off the counter, still holding his hands as I began pretty much moshing, but in a gentle manner.

"I pray for peace of mind
I beg for a brand new life
I plead for a second chance


I pray for peace of mind
I beg for a brand new life
I plead for a second chance
And the ability to shut my eyes at night

Angels die and memories fade
I'll live to see, the day that you break

I never thought you would've
Thrown something back
Ripping apart my heart
I see you only at night."

I screamed along to the music, reminiscing on the few concerts that we preformed. Gerard and I danced and headbanged together in the middle of his kitchen. He pulled me in close, hands on my hips and leaned down to whisper in my ear

"I heard you earlier, by the way." He whispered darkly, a chuckle creeping.

I immediately blushed. "Y-You d-did? I-I'm sorry, it was rude of me-"

"Frank, shut up. It was hot."

Then he kissed me. It was a deep, loving kiss.

The best kiss of my fucking life.

Then it turned into a makeout session, teeth against teeth, tongues battling eachother. He lifted me up onto the counter and pressed small circles into my hips, causing me to stay in my place.

I don't know what it was about this man, but he was my new drug. I didn't need the heroin anymore. I found a much healthier version.

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A/N- im not sorry.