Not The Average Friendship (Frerard) (I DONT OWN THIS FAN FIC ITS BY GDB123)

Chapter 17: Franks Mom

"Frank..." Gerard nudged the naked man pressed up against his side. "Frank, wake up."

"No." Frank grumbled, tightening his grip around Gerard's torso.

"Why not?" Gerard laughed once he realized the other was only faking being asleep.

"Because if this is just a dream, when I wake up it will be over, and I don't want it to."

Gerard grinned before running his fingers along Frank's skin slowly, his grin turning into a smirk as he suddenly dug two of his fingernails into Frank's skin.

"Ow!" Frank jumped, shoving Gerard away from him. "What the fuck was that for?"

"I was pinching you so you know it's not a dream." Gerard giggled, not feeling the least bit bad as Frank clutched his arm.

"Whatever." Frank mumbled, moving on the bed to cover himself up, only then remembering he was extremely naked.

"Your mom is going to be expecting you home for dinner soon." Gerard added; he had called Frank's mom to tell her Frank would be late because of the detention, so she was putting off cooking dinner a bit later, but due to the unexpected turn of events, that time was quickly approaching.

"You wanna come with?" Frank suggested shyly, not quite sure what was and wasn't appropriate anymore.

"You asking me to come home with you?" Gerard smirked, moving closer to Frank before draping his arm over Frank's stomach under the blanket.

"Jesus Christ, you gotta stop that." Frank breathed out, pushing Gerard's arm away. "You know how fucking sensitive my body is to you?"

"Nope." Gerard giggled, filling with a sense of pride at how easily he turned Frank on. "But I love it..." his hand sneaked onto Frank's hip then, and Frank literally jumped out of the bed to escape the touch- knowing they didn't have time to fool around again before he had to get home.

"Fuckin stop-" Frank groaned, trying to ignore the way Gerard was staring at his naked body. "We don't have time."

"Okay." Gerard sighed dramatically, tossing the blankets off his body, which really didn't help Frank's problem.

"Jesus fuck..." Frank shook his head, forcing his gaze away as he found Gerard's clothes, and tossed them at him. "Put your fucking clothes on, please."

"I think it's really cute how flustered you get." Gerard giggled, pulling on his boxers before standing up. "You're adorable, really."

"Am not, shut up." Frank mumbled, pulling on his pants, not daring to put on his soiled boxers. "And it's not even my fault, okay? Like, I just realized I liked men, which is essentially like relearning about sex all over again- and you know how boys are when they first learn touching their dick feels nice, you just can't stop whackin it-"

Frank was embarrassingly rambling on about his excuses as to why Gerard turned him on so much, which weren't even the full truth- the full truth was over time Frank really formed a bond with him, a bond that had Frank falling in love with every single feature about him, and so naturally when he saw all those features in light, he couldn't control himself.

Gerard had silenced Frank with a kiss, his arms wrapping softly around Frank's body and holding him close.

"S-So, you know-" Frank mumbled on, trying to finish his sentence. "I forgot what I was saying."

"That was kinda the point." Gerard smiled, kissing Frank's lips quickly once more before pulling on the rest of his clothing. "Now get dressed, we don't wanna piss off your mom."

Frank was dumbfounded as he stood there- it really felt as if nothing had changed, which he was almost positive would happen after they had sex.

He didn't know why he thought things would change, maybe because it had between him and Jamia?