You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

XIII

*FRANK'S P.O.V*

I stared up at my ceiling, trying to count the seemingly endless tiles. I found it quite amusing how I could loose count only after counting 7 tiles. I groaned and put a pillow over my face.

I haven't spoken to Gerard since Tuesday, so 2 days ago. He has tried to talk to me, I just needed time. He completely flipped on me, and that scared me.

I heard a ping from my sidekick, tucked away somewhere in my bed. I grabbed around, attempting to find. I find it and check my message, throwing the pillow off my face. It was from Gerard.

'I'm coming over'

I feel my eyes widen a bit, but just shake my head and put the pillow back on my face.

It's not that I didn't want to see Gerard, he was my boyfriend. It's just, he scared me and hurt my feelings because I didn't want to tell him how I got my black eye. Knowing what happened in the chair on Tuesday, he would get even more
pissed.

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*GERARD'S P.O.V*

I walk up to the front door and knock with my free hand.

I felt terrible about what happened between Frank and I and I had to fix it. I look down at the flowers I got him. Hopefully this would make the situation better.

Frank opens up the door and looks at me nervously. "Hey," He says with a small smile, which he ended up chewing on his lip. Frank looked...off. He look overly tired and unwashed. His bruised eyes was very faded though.

I smile. "Hey, can we talk?" I ask. He nods and moves out of the way, giving me access. I walk inside awkwardly.

He brings us over to the couch and we sit. I look at him and give him the flowers. "These are, uh, for you," I say, wincing and rubbing the back of my neck. He takes them looking a little startled, but smiles.

I grab his hands. "Look Frank, I'm really sorry that I pressured you to try to tell me what happened. I really shouldn't have," I explain, shaking my head. "I just got so... mad that swine did that to you. I don't want anyone hurting you or scaring you, especially not me..." I trail off, looking up at Frank. He looks conflicted.

"I'm really sorry, Frank..." I whisper. He looks me in the eyes and smiles.

"It's okay..." He says, pulling me into a hug. I hug back and sigh with relief. He chuckles nervously. He pulls away and looks at me, cheeks full of colour and a nervous smile playing.

"Um," he says, smiling goofily. I laugh and kiss him. He smiles against my lips and I snake my arms around his waist, pulling him closer. He grips my shoulders as I feel around his back, rubbing small circles. He sighs and I take the opportunity to push my tongue into his mouth. He squeaks in surprise, giving me better access. Our tongues slide smoothly over each other, tasting and savoring. I give his ass a squeeze and he squeaks again, groaning softly.

"Y'know," I says against his lips, giving them a final peck. "I could give you an I'm-sorry-for-being-an-ass handjob, or a blowjob," I say, smirking as I give him butterfly kisses down his jaw and neck. He whimpers slightly. "Or some frottage, I'm not picky."

He chuckles nervously, then gulps. "Okay,"

I look at him, half shocked half turned on. "Really?" I ask. He nods frantically, panting hard.

I lick my lips. "When is your mom getting home?" I ask.

"In an hour," Frank replies. I smile and push him down on the couch.

"We'll have plenty of time," I smirk, looking down at him. His eyes are blown and he looks scared as hell. I chuckle a bit and straddle him, taking off his shirt. He helps me get it off and lays back down. I tower over him, kissing his neck slightly, kissing down to his chest. His breath hitched as I kissed each nipple. I hear him whimper and I smirk, kissing his stomach. I rest my forehead on the waist band of his jeans, fumbling with the button and the zipper. Once those were done with, I shove his jeans down. He shivers a bit and I smirk.

"I'll take good care of you..." I say, kissing him roughly. I cup him through him through his boxers and he gasps. I dip my thumbs into his boxers, feeling around. I shove my hand down his boxers and grab ahold of him, smiling at the sounds he makes.

"Ohh my god!" He exclaims, frantically trying to grab on to something.

"Grab on to me..." I whisper in his ear and he grabs on to my hair, fisting it and pulling, making me groan. I start moving my hand up and down, thumbing the slit once and a while. He tries to hold in his moans, making small groans and silent panting. I move my hand faster and he bucks his hips up, back arching and gasping. He pulls my hair roughly and I groan, kissing his neck. He mumbles incoherent sentences like 'fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck," or 'so so so so goooood."

With a few more hand movements, he's withering and screaming as he comes. "F-fuck! Gerard!" He screams, back arching high. He releases all over my hand and his boxers. I smile down at him and wipe my hand on his already soiled boxers.

He looks up at me with heavy eyelids and a lopsided smile. "That was amazing..." He says, pulling me into a hug.

I chuckle. "I could tell, you didn't last long."

He blushes and shoves his face into my neck, embarrassed. But I can tell he's smiling.