You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

XXI

A/N: Smutty chappie.

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*FRANK'S P.O.V*

The plan ride to Florida was pretty intense. You would think that about 3 hours on a plane would be fine, for me it was okay. I was snuggled up in Gerard's cologne drenched hoodie, reading a paper-back novel curled in a ball in the uncomfortable plane seat.

For Gerard I meant. He was bored almost a half an hour in.

"But Frank!"

"Gerard!" I exclaim, leaning over the edge in the 2 plane seats. I put the novel I was trying to read in front of my face to try and catch some words, but Gerard's hand waved around my face. I groan and swat his hand away. "I'm trying to read! It's not my fault you didn't bring anything in your carry on."

"I did, but this is all borrrrring," Gerard whined, stretching the R's longer than they needed to be. He started waving his hand around my face and again fast and I pushed farther off the edge of the seat, lifting my ass up farther. Gerard seemed to notice that.

"Hmmn, I think I like this position." He stated, smirking as he brought his hand down on my ass. I yelp and immediately jump up, feeling colour rise to my cheeks. I looked at Gerard and the rest of the people (looking rather disgusted) who witnessed it flabbergasted and got up and rushed to the small washroom at the back of the plane.

I stood in front of the mirror and look at my red face. Tried to calm down. I just can't believe Gerard that in public! It was embarrassing and my dad was only 2 seats ahead of us. Thank The Lord he didn't see it.

There was a soft rap on the door. "Frankie?" Gerard's voice filled the small washroom. I groaned and opened up the small door, revealing a confused looking Gerard.

"Frank? What the-"

I cut him off with a kiss. I shoved my tongue in his mouth and he made a soft sound of surprise, pulling away.

"What the fuck?" He asked in disbelief. "I thought you were mad?"

"I-I, I dunno." I put my finger to my lip, sucking on the edge of the pink, now Gerard covered, flesh. Sure I was pissed at Gerard for smacking my ass in public, but I felt like a couldn't keep my hands off him.

Gerard's eyes widened. "Are you, dare I say it..." The elder leaned in. "Horny?" He let his face slide into a sly grin.

I instantly blushed, backing away from him. "No! I'm just mad and, ugh. I don't even know." I stated, putting my hands on my hips. Gerard moved closer.

"You're sexy when you're mad and horny," He comments, tying an arm around my waist, pulling me forward so my chest is against his.

"I am not horny!" I exclaim, giving him my 'Gerard, fucking dumbass, shut up before I punch you in the balls' look. Apparently I accidentally challenged him.

"Fine then, you wouldn't mind if I did this then," Gerard whisper, giving the corner of my mouth a small kiss before unbuttoning his pants and undoing the zipper.

Well, that escalated quickly.

"Gerard, what on earth are you-" a loud gasp cut off my words. I scrambled for a proper sentence as Gerard took his limp dick out of his pants and began to stroke himself. "Gerard! You can't do that in here! We are on an airplane."

Gerard ignored me, of course, but there was not way I could ignore him. He was now half hard and pumping. His mouth formed tiny, incoherent whimpers and gasps as his wrist flicked.

He bit his lip as he saw my tentative eyes on his cock, licking my lips. Gerard had a certain method of jerking off. He liked to do long, slow pumps, thumbing the slit every once in a while. Occasionally, he would stroke fast and radically, with no rhyme or reason.

Gerard does a weird half smirk. "You can touch yourself if you want," he gestured towards the bulge behind my zipper. I flushed as Gerard slipped down the wall of the bathroom, full erection in his hand.

I did something that will give Gerard the satisfaction rather than me, I began to palm myself through my jeans. I let a little whimper come out and Gerard snapped his head up. He smirked and moaned loudly, throwing his head back into the wall. He released all over his hand and groaned. "Fuck," he panted.

That was enough for me. I jumped into his lap (after he put himself away, of course. Because, ouch.) and begin to kiss down his neck and rub myself off on his leg.

"Woah!" He exclaims and I look up. "Let me help you," Gerard mumbles, kissing me softly. He takes the heal of his palm and digs it into my raging boner. He makes circles with his hand, causing me to groan with approval.

It only takes a minute or so before I came in my pants. I let out a struggled moan. "F-fuck,"

I pant for a good 3 minutes and put my head on Gerard's shoulder, catching my breath. Gerard plays with my hair, twirling it in his fingers and massaging my scalp.

"I, I can't believe I came in my pants. Again." I whine. "Especially when I'm on a fucking airplane!"

Gerard chuckles. "I have extra sweatpants in my carry-on. I'll get you a pair." Gerard says as I get up with him. He kisses my nose. "Don't go know where," he says with a grin.

I scoff. "Where am I supposed to go?"

"You're unpredictable, love." Comes from the other side of the door. I smile in spite of myself.

A few minutes later, Gerard is back with a pair of baggy, grey sweatpants that probably would not fit. I smile and accept them with a 'thank you'. I take off my pants and underwear (to Gerard's satisfaction) and slip on the pants.

'Thank you, sexy." I kiss Gerard on the lips, throwing my arms around his neck. I cock an eyebrow. "How do you become so sexy, anyways?" I ask with a playful grin. He shoots me 1 back.

"Trust me, when I woke up today, I had no plans to be sexy." Gerard says, shrugging and tightening his grip around my torso. "But hey, shit happens." He beams.

I laugh and jump on to his waist. I think for a second before sharing. "Someone should make a fanfiction about us, that shit would be so fucked up."

Gerard chuckles. "Yeah, Someone should."