My Chemical Romance 2019

Chapter 8

AN; CAW CAW *flies away* btw song bitchs

Gee's POV

Did he just say that? Seriously, did he say that?

I open my mouth to speak but an overwhelming sensation of coconut sugary chills fills my mouth.

It's around 11. Bandits friends had a sleep over at LynZ's girl-shit apartment. Lynz went with them, to supervise. I'm here with Frank and he's VERY drunk. I can't get drunk. So, I'm going to have some more Pina Coladas.

I can't see the clock. My eyes won't go off of Frank. I am all fuzzy, but covered in moist olive oil.

I laugh for a really long time. I take a long gasp of air. "WHY WOULDN'T IT BE MOIST" I fall back into insane giggles.

"I don't know what the fuck he just said but holy shit." Frank whispers.

"Huh?" I say, completely serious now, even though I was hysteric seconds ago.

"Fuck," He says.

He gets out of his chair and climbs onto my lap, grabbing my purple tie, and getting really close to me. "I like your tie" He whispers hoarsely.

I close the space between us, pressing my lips to his. I don't taste any wine on his tongue. He pulls me out of the chair by my tie. I now realize I can't stand. I fall on Frank, but he rolls us over, so that he's on top.

I pull down his onsie zipper, letting my feeling finally free. He unties my tie as I pull his onsie off of him. I take off my vest and Frank pulls off my white undershirt. I unbutton my pants and he pulls them off, my socks falling with them.

We reunite our lips as hard as before. He presses his hips hard and flat against mine. He pulls us off of the floor, and we walk kissing, blinded through the house, my arms knocking things off of our bookcases. Probably Lindsey's glass figurines. I trip on a rug, and we fall onto the bathroom floor.

I yank off my boxers, and Frank follows in this act. He smashes our faces together with amazing force, but such passion. I feel his erection brush my leg, making mine even harder. I reach to the sink counter, grabbing a vial of lotion. I throw it to Frank.

"Are you sure about this?" He doesn't sound drunk.

I nod my head seriously, despite being naked on the bathroom floor.

I press my lips to his, lightly, then lay down, stomach first. It takes him a few seconds, and I hear him squirt  the lotion onto his hand.

"Okay, here we go." Frank says.

I fell his finger go in, and wince slightly. He moves and shifts another finger in. He scissors and pulls them out.

He grunts, and I feel him place his length at my entrance. I try to flex, to make it easier, but to no avail.

He pushes in until I feel a sharp pain, and his hips touch my butt. He slowly thrusts in and out. I moan.

His lips reach my neck, nibbling slightly. I grunt and moan more now. I feel under control, stabilized.

"Faster," I found myself saying.

He thrusts faster, his grunts and mine filling the house. He continues going faster and faster. Then he stiffens. I feel him shaking.

"I'm close" He wheezed.

He lets out an 'ahhh' as he comes inside me. This pushed me over the top. "F-fuck"

I feel myself tighten, his length becoming enclosed inside me.
I feel myself inhale sharply, then out. My stomach and Franks legs are sticky because of me.

I let out a shaky breath. I feel him pull himself out of me. I turn around and look at him. We stand up and he leans toward me and kisses me so softly.

"We should probably shower." He says huskily.

I laugh, "together?"

"It is the only way to have a post-sex shower."

"Gerard!" I hear Frank say.

I open my eyes and stare into his. "We had sex on January 4th" I say bluntly "I forgot"

AN; I was once an innocent human. Now I am dirty. The kind of dirty where the water doesn't clean off the clothes.