Oneshots (Frerard, Pikey/Petekey)

Frerard (smut/fluff)

Gerard's pov

"Gerard, I'm home!" I heard Frank shout as I jumped, fumbling. I could hear the jingle of his keys as he made his way up to our room, panicking. "You okay in there? Can I come in?" "U-Uhm, yeah!" I shouted back, putting my hands behind my back. He seemed slightly surprised as he opened the door, looking me up and down. I looked away as I squirmed shyly, blushing slightly as the fan blew at my skirt softly. "Damn baby, where you going?" "On the bed, it'd be nice if you joined me," "Gladly." He smiled, wrapping his arms around me. I threw my arms around his neck as he pulled me closer by the waist, his lips crushing with mine as our bodies pressed onto one another. "Or we could just do it here," he smirked, his hands running up and down my body. I bit my lip as his large hand grabbed my ass firmly, cupping my face with the other. "Mm.. you know, you've suddenly been so active lately. Why so? You never wanted to do it so often, what changed?" He asked, pulling me closer. "Ahm.. I-I.. don't know?" I stammered, lies written all over my face. It was obvious I was lying, causing Frank to quickly let go. "You know we don't have to do this if you don't want to, right?" "I know," "Okay.." he said hesitantly, connecting our lips once more. His lips were so soft, and the way he'd kiss me so passionately made my heart melt.

We pulled away as my hands traveled down his chest, but I could tell he was still having second thoughts. "Please, I want this. I want you." I begged, growing slightly impatient. He didn't say anything as he just led me to our bed, crawling on top of me as he continued to kiss me. It confused me that he was just caressing my thigh instead of tugging at our clothes, ready to rip them off. "What's wrong?" I asked, but he just shook his head. He'd never been this quiet or unusually gentle before when we were making love, and it began to worry me. "A-Are you not up for it? I'm so sorry I-I just-" "Nono, it's not about me. It's about you. Look, it's obvious you don't want to do this, so please don't force yourself to. Just tell me why you're doing it atleast.." he pleaded. I gulped as I looked away, pulling my skirt down. He climbed off as he covered my legs with our blanket before lying down next to me, staring at me while waiting for me to reply. I let out a small sigh as I turned around to face the wall, but he just pulled me closer. I couldn't help but hug his arm as he wrapped it around me, breathing down my neck softly. "What's wrong sweetheart? You can talk to me," "I just.. I don't know. I can't explain it. It's like, I'm so hyper sexual, but I never actually want to do it. I just jerk off whenever I feel it and that's that, but intimacy is a whole new and different level I just can't seem to even comprehend. A-And it's not like I don't love you, I really do. It just gets too much sometimes, but I don't say anything cause I know you enjoy it. I've been trying to do it a lot to try and convince myself that it's fine, and.." my words trailed off as I could feel tears rushing to my eyes, trying my best not to cry.

Frank's pov

Gerard turned around to face me as he sniffled, my heart dropping. I pulled him closer as I wiped a tear that was rolling down his face, lifting his chin to face me. "But what?" "I-I.. I'm scared you'll think I don't love you anymore and loose feelings for me if we don't fuck." He said in a timid voice as if I was about to hit him, curling up in a ball and keeping a distance between us. I froze as my hand didn't even move, just floating in the air. "Gerard.. I-I don't seem like that type of guy.. right? Is that really how you view me..? I swear I'm not like that please I'm so sorry I-I thought you were enjoying it just as much as I was.. I'm so sorry for whatever I did that made you think you had to fuck me whether or not you wanted to in order to prove that you loved me-" "No.. no it's not you. I-It's just that my ex used to threaten to leave me if I didn't have sex with him every once in awhile or say that he'd go cheat on me with someone else since I "didn't love him anymore" and just thought all guys were like that.. please don't blame yourself," he cut me off, holding my hand in his. I couldn't help but cry, bitting my lip to hold myself back from throwing my arms around him. We both had tears streaming down our faces as he stared at me, confused and worried. "F-Frank? Why are you crying? I'm sorry if I upset you-" before he could even finish his sentence, I placed my free hand over his mouth as a way to shush him as I shook my head.

"Im so sorry but I-I promise you that you don't have to force yourself to fuck me just to "prove you love me". You can show your love for me in a million of other ways, and so can I show mine without either of us having to take our clothes off. We don't have to do it for me to know that you still love me, okay?" I assured him as he nodded, both of us sniffling. "May I touch your face?" I asked in a soft voice as he chuckled through his tears, "Of course." I cupped his face as I wiped our tears away, holding his hands in mine as we locked eyes, smiling. "I love you no matter what, okay? And I'm sure it's not comfortable in that as you only ever wear it to get my attention in that way. Go put on something more comfy okay?" I crooned as he nodded and kissed my cheek before getting up. I turned around and watched as he grabbed some pants, quickly covering my eyes as he began sliding his skirt down his thighs. "You can look, silly." He giggled as he slapped my hand playfully. I chuckled as he quickly put his pants on before pulling him back on the bed with me gracefully. I cuddled him as he guided my hands and legs to wrap around him as I was still hesitant to touch him. "You can still touch me, don't be stupid." "Right, sorry. I just wanna make sure I'm not making you uncomfortable, I love you so much Gerard." "I love you too, dummy." He rolled his eyes playfully as he connected our lips, kissing passionately.