Frerard One-Shots

Untitled Part 28

|A/N: probably gonna write another Valentine's Day oneshot so it'll be up later or something like that.|

"Gerard!" Frank suddenly called out, I could hear the worry in his voice. "Baby, what's wrong?" I rounded the corner into the downstairs bathroom, pouting as I watched him pout. "I'm out of contacts. I have to put on my glasses." I mocked his pouting, putting a hand over my chest. "Aw my poor baby. Suck it up." My tattooed boyfriend threw a box of medicine at me and I ran out before he could throw more. I heard grumbling coming from behind me as Frank trailed up the stairs, I just giggled and kept reading my book. After a couple minutes, Frank finally came back downstairs. He cleared his throat, making me turn around. I was about ready to make fun of him, but I couldn't. He looked fucking sexy.

"When you said you had to wear those, I didn't know how I'd feel about it." I hopped up onto the counter, bringing one leg up and swinging the other one back and forth. "How do you feel about them now?" Frank cocked an eyebrow at me, a smirk making its way onto his lips. "I think you look sexier than socks on a rooster." Frank grinned at me, a cunning look in his eyes. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." I smiled at him before beckoning him over by a finger. "Well, I mean it stud." He smirked at me, before pulling me against him. "Shut up." He tugged me down, and kissed me, making me giggle into the kiss. "You love me," I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in-between my legs. "Oh, I know I do." My tattooed boyfriend kissed me briefly before pulling back to push his glasses up on his face.

"You do need to wear these more often Frankie." I toyed with the sides of his glasses, pushing them to one side, then the other. "Eh. I don't particularly look good, but if that's what you want." I pushed our foreheads together, connecting our hands. "I told you I think you look sexy. If I didn't want it, I wouldn't have told you to wear them more often. Goddamn, I have the sexiest boyfriend on the planet. Who knew? Oh wait, that's right. I did." Frank kissed the tip of my nose and pulled me off the counter. "Okay smartass, give me another kiss before I leave." I looped my arms around Frank's neck before connecting my lips to his. I felt hands trail down to my ass before squeezing, I squeaked, making my boyfriend giggle a little. "I swear to god, if that stupid secretary of yours tries to flirt with you again, I'm kicking her ass." I mumbled against his lips, sucking on the bottom one before pulling away.

"If she does, I'll let you know. But I gotta go, sweetheart, don't wanna be late." Frank smacked my ass, making me giggle and blush. "Bye baby, I'll see you later, yeah?" He nodded, trailing to the front door. "Oh! Frank wait, what about dinner?" I leaned my head out of the kitchen door frame, biting my lip. "I have two ideas, one which involves you, me, being naked, and our bed. Or we could just eat food. Whatever you want." He shrugged nonchalant, he was literally being serious. I blushed at his words, running a hand through my hair and walking back towards the fridge. I heard the front door close, and I started to giggle like mad.

Only Frank would give an invitation for sex. He is also the man I fell in love with. Touché brain. I grabbed my pack of cigarettes from my jacket pocket, and headed towards the back patio. It's 83 degrees outside and I'm in skinny jeans. Time to put on some shorts. I quickly lit the tobacco infused stick, inhaling it slowly. I was out there for a good 10 minutes, until I finally finished. I put the cigarette out in the ashtray, and trailed my way back into the house and up into our bedroom. So, you know how when girls shave their legs and they rub them together it feels like an orgasm? Yep, yeah. That's me, like right now. As I peeled my skinny jeans off-which was hard because they were stuck to my legs from the sweat, ew-I quickly rubbed my long legs together just to feel how smooth they were. Now I know why girls like to shave, even though it's a ridiculous amount of work.