Pudding Pt.1

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I walk into the kitchen wiping away the sleep from my eyes, hoping to get a glass of water. Gerard sits on the counter criss-cross, naked with a metal bowl in the open space.
"G, it's three in the morning what the hell?" I say.
"Frank, your voice is hot. You are hot, I want to fuck." He says. I think about and it sounds nice, but it's three in the morning.
"Come to bed, but please sleep." I say. He pouts, then goes back to stirring his bowl. "What are you making?"
"It's a surprise," he says, flaunting a Chesire cat grin.
"I'm so tired, please just come to bed." I say and he gets up setting the bowl down, he looks me in the eyes and smiles. He pulls me closer as he slips his hands under the hem of my boxers, pressing on my sides.
"But Frankie, I wanna play." He traces my V-line with his fingers, the hands coming together as he grabs hold. His lips met mine. Small pecks as he moves his hands with quick, amazing movements. I moan in his mouth and through our kiss I feel him smile. "Can we play a game, Frankie?"
"N-" I start to say but Gerard squeezes so incredibly hard, I groan. "Mm, please." I say. He removed his hands and takes my hand in his and leads me to the bathroom.

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