Poison (Frerard)

Gentle & Sweet

"Fuck," Frank cursed, missing a step and banging his ankle on the one below. "I can't see anything with that stupid light burned out."

"At least your building has a railing... I don't know how many nights I've come home from the club drunk and tripped up the stairs," Gerard chuckled, following Frank's shadowy outline as he climbed up the next flight of stairs.

'James better not still be here, I told him tonight was important,' Frank worriedly thought as he unlocked his apartment, chewing his lip. Moonlight shone through the open curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow.

"I thought you said your apartment wasn't that nice," Gerard teased, playfully elbowing him.

"Well, uh, James likes to be extravagant about some things..." Frank mumbled, awkwardly scratching behind his ear.

"Who's James?" Gerard asked softly, confusion amongst other feelings a little overwhelming to him. His brain first jumped to the conclusion of boyfriend, his heart constricting at the possibility that Frank would be so cruel as to have a partner and still go to a sex club and come home with a stripper on a regular basis.

"He's my roommate," Frank replied casually, wondering why the redhead's mood had shifted so much since they'd walked in.

"Oh," Gerard replied quietly, embarrassed that he'd jumped to conclusions so quickly. "Where's he now?"

"His girlfriend lives a few towns over, so he's staying with her for the weekend," Frank explained, smiling softly at the redhead. "We would've just gone to your place if he was going to be home..."

"Why? Were you planning something, Frankie?" Gerard teased suggestively, his mood shifting to seductive now that he was reassured of Frank's kind heart and good intentions.

"Not particularly..." Frank replied in a low whisper, a small smirk curving his mouth. He stepped closer to Gerard, resting his hands on his hips before pressing their bodies together. "Though now that you mention it..."

"Just kiss me already," Gerard breathed, finally connecting their lips. They kissed heatedly, Frank's grip on his hips tightening and his hands moving to tangle in the tattooed man's hair. He whimpered softly when Frank pulled away, an amused smirk on the short man's lips.

Gerard crashed their lips together again, Frank soon regaining his dominance and pinning him to the wall. His tattooed hands wrapped around Gerard's slim wrists, pressing them firmly against the cool drywall. Gerard rolled his hips to grind against him, Frank moaning against his lips. He lifted his body and wrapped his legs around Frank's waist, the tattooed man's hands cheekily shifting down to squeeze his ass. A quiet groan left Gerard's parted lips when Frank began kissing down his neck, sucking a dark hickey into the dip between his neck and the edge of his collarbone.

"Frankie.." he softly moaned, lightly tugging on strands of Frank's wild hair.

"Yes, Gee?" Frank replied in a teasing whisper, his eyes dark and alluring as he lifted his head and met Gerard's lustful gaze.

"Come on, Frankie... You know what I want," Gerard whined, a desperate edge to his voice.

"I can't read your mind," Frank chuckled, purposefully teasing the redhead.

"You fucking tease," Gerard sighed lightheartedly, pressing their lips together again.

"Come on; I'm getting just as impatient as you are," Frank chuckled, letting Gerard's feet drop to the floor again before pulling him into his bedroom. He kicked the door shut then started on the buttons of his shirt, Gerard following his cue and pulling his own over his head.