After The Break Up

Chapter 51

Frank's P.O.V

I stripped off the last of my clothing and knelt on the floor, bending over the couch.
"Fuck." Gerard mumbled as he dropped to his knees behind me. "You need prepping, baby." He said as he reached around me so I could suck on three of his fingers.
I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers in. I ran my tongue around them, earning me a moan from Gerard.
"Okay, that's enough." He said, urgently, removing his fingers. He placed one against my hole.
"Ready, honey?"
I pushed back, slightly, onto his finger in response. He moaned then pushed his finger in. It stung at first. But soon became pleasant.
"Another." I moaned.
He withdrew his finger, then pressed in two. He moved them around, trying to find my prostate, as he moved them in and out.
"Another." I cried out.
He withdrew his fingers then pressed in three, scissoring me. The movement caused him to catch my prostate, making me scream out in pleasure.
"Fuck, Gee, just there." I moaned.
"Like that, baby?" He asked, hitting the spot over and over.
"Fffuuuccckkk, yyyeeaahh." I moaned. "Ffuck me. I want y...you in me. N...now, baby."
He used his other hand to spit in and slick himself up. Then he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his dick. He pushed in slowly, holding my hips.
"I fucking missed this." He moaned as he bottomed out.
It felt so good. I moved a little to encourage him to keep going. As I did, he hit my prostate again.
"Fffuuuccckkk." I moaned out. "Keep moving. Go as fast and as rough as you want. Just make sure you hit that spot. Your fucking amazing."
"Fuck, baby." He moaned as he pulled out a little. " So fucking good." He slammed back in.
I moaned like a whore as he hit the spot every time. Each time I cried out. He sped up and slammed into me harder with each thrust. I refrained from slamming back. I didn't want to hurt him. But that didn't seem to stop him from thrusting harder. I was really into this, but I was worried about him.
"B...baby?" I managed. "Y...your w...wound...."
"No way am I stopping now." He moaned. "It's been...mmm....too fucking long." He tried to reach his hand around me to grab my dick. But cried out in pain.
"Gee?" I said, concerned.
He gave a dry laugh as he put a hand on my back. "Too soon, I guess." He pointed out, still thrusting into me but a lot slower. "You'll have to sort yourself, baby."
"It's okay if you need to stop." I said.
"No fucking chance." He said as he picked up speed again. "Now grab your dick and start pumping."
I laughed as I followed orders. "Yes, Mr Iero-Way."
I pumped myself to match his thrusts, closing my eyes and resting my forehead on my arm. I felt the familiar knot in the pit of my stomach.
"I'm so close, Gee baby." I moaned.
"Fuck." He cried out. "Me too. Come for me, honey."
I realized how close he was when his thrusts became messy.
"Oh god, Fffrrraaannnkkk." He cried out a few minutes later as he came inside me.
I wasn't far behind, screaming his name as I came into my hand.

Time Lapse>>>>>>>>>>

Half an hour later.

Afterwards we dressed and cuddled on the couch, facing each other. Gerard back to back with the couch.
He smiled as he pushed a stray hair behind my ear.
"You know they say good things come from bad."
I frowned. "What do you mean?" I widened my eyes in shock. "Wait. Your not telling me that your pregnant are you?"
He laughed, then groaned. "Idiot." He grumbled, still smiling.
I grinned as I grabbed his hand.
"I was just thinking, that's all."
I frowned again. "You shouldn't do a lot of that." I advised him. "It can get really painful."
He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Am I ever going to get a serious conversation out of you?"
I grinned. "Where's the fun in that?" I asked. "Besides..." I paused to kiss him, briefly. "....you love me the Way I am."
He rolled his eyes again, his face turning serious. "Actually, I love.....coffee." He pushed me off the couch and stood up, stepping over me. "Speaking of which. I need one now."
I laughed, rubbing my sore butt as I watched him disappear into the kitchen. "Cheers, baby."
"Your welcome, hon." He shouted back.
I dragged myself off the floor and sat on the edge of the couch. "At least make me one?" I called.
"Can't."
I stood up and headed into the kitchen. "Why?" I asked as I stopped by the kitchen door.
He lifted his cup to his lips and drank the whole cup down. Then he poured another and looked up at me, with a smirk, as he leaned against the cupboard. "Not enough."
I looked at the full coffee pot. Then back at him. "It's full." I pointed out.
He looked back at the pot. "Looks can be deceiving." He drank his coffee down then refilled it, again.
I laughed. "I only want one cup."
"Can't. Mine."
I shook my head and pouted. "Pwetty pwease?" I begged.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine." He groaned, grabbing a cup and pouring out a coffee. " I'm going to have to brew more now."
I laughed as I took the cup from him. "I wonder if you love coffee more than me."
He took a sip of his coffee, then grinned at me. "Obviously."

Notes

Smut and fluff. As well as comedy. You are so welcome. Lol.
Love as always. xxx