You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

XXVI

A/N: Smutish? Bleh.

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*FRANK'S P.O.V*

The next few days were calm water and smooth sailing.

I apologize, I'll stop trying.

Anyways, as I was saying before I rudely interrupted myself (I am such a fucking loser, oh my God) how the last couple of days in Florida at my dad's was pretty awesome, I mean, that's what I thought.

I was really happy my dad found someone like Carly. She was super sweet, funny and a fucking artist. An artist. Her paintings were fabulous and hung up around the house, held up with pride on the walls.

As much as I wanted to hate Carly, I honestly didn't. It wasn't exactly about Carly, because she was fucking cool, but it was who she was in my life. She was replacing my mom in my dad's eyes. It may not be proven yet, but I felt like my dad was moving on and leaving me behind.

As well as Ramona. Weirdly, I found Ramona to be a lot like Gerard. She was hilariously too smart for her age and a trouble-maker.

I didn't know what went down between Carly and Ramona's father but the mother was left alone with her 4 year old daughter almost a year ago. Ramona had never seen her father again after that.

Ramona was the type of little girl where you just wanted to squeeze them and crush them with your love. She was so cute on the outside, but a mastermind on the inside; like Gerard.

Maybe that's why she and Gerard had a better relationship between them than I had with her. Sure, she knew who I was and she liked to play with me sometimes but she

loved Gerard.

For the 5 days they spent with Ramona on the trip, she was always doing something with Gerard. Either colouring, swimming or even fucking karaoke, they were doing it together.

Honestly, I was a bit jealous. Even if I had just meet her, so had Gerard. Maybe it was because Gerard was a kid at heart, knowing exactly what to do or say. Or maybe it was because Gerard had Mikey. Whatever he was doing, it was working.

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It was the last night of the trip when I felt Gerard crawl into my bed. It became a night occurrence for Gerard to slither into the bed and sleep next to me. We had barely even touched each other during the whole trip, other than the time when Gerard confessed his fear (which I had yet to find out the real reason behind). And let me tell you, he was looking to score.

Gerard pushes me against the mattress, kissing me all over my neck. I moan.

"Gerard, it's almost 2 a.m!" I whisper-hiss. I grab his hair and pull him off my neck.

"I wanna make our last night here special." He says with a smirk, returning to the nipping that he was proceeding to do on my neck, probably going to leave swollen marks in the morning.

"Technically," I say, pushing his face down against a sensitive part of my neck, making me groan loudly. "It's morning already."

Gerard looks up at me and rolls his eyes, roughly groping me thought my thin pajama bottoms. I gasp and arch my back, waiting for that signature smirk to return. Bingo, I thought to myself, as I saw his facial expressions change.

"You tasted so good," He says randomly yet lustfully. His eyes search for mine which were anywhere but his. If I caught his eyes right now, I might just come in my pants. Again.

I moan softly as he continues to make circles with the palm of his hand on the front of my pajamas. He lifts his palm to see the very impressive boner I was supporting right now, probably with pride thinking how he did this to me.

He licked is lips as if he were hungry, mouth water for my cock.

With Gerard just staring, I felt vulnerable. As if he were judging me, as if he were undressing me in his mind. I also felt uncomfortable, carrying an itch between my hips and watching Gerard satisfaction as he watch me slowly die under the lack of contact.

I made a noise of restrain, trailing my hand down to my hip, almost about to touch myself. Gerard grabs my hand and puts it to the side.

"No way," Gerard mumbles, kissing me on the lips. I bring both of my hands to his face and kiss him back.

Caught up, I barely notice Gerard stuck his hand down my pants. I gasp as Gerard traces his finger over the head of my cock, lapping the pre-come. He lifts his hand out of my pants and licks his finger, making a popping sound as he pulls it out. I feel my eyes widen.

"Okay." I say calmly. "That was really fucking dirty." I spin is around so I am on top of him. "And I can say for sure, I loved it."

Gerard takes a while to smirk again. He kisses me and begins to palm me through my pants again.

I pant heavily as I draw close, looking down at Gerard's lazy eyes. I slither my hands up into his hair, pulling.

"Oh fuck, close. Oh fuck Ger-"

"-rard?"

My eyes snap open, as well as Gerard's, as we hear a small voice whimper from the now open door. Gerard pulls his hand away from my raging boner and looks over at the door. He lets out a low cuss.

I looked over at the door and see Ramona standing there with a death grip on her teddy bear and tears streaking her tiny face. I roll off of Gerard and stare at the door in disbelief.

Gerard sits up. "What's wrong, Ramona?"

The little 5 year old moves a bit closer to us. She wipes a few tears but more seem to come. "I-I was looking for-r you, because you said you were sleeping on the couch, and I-I had a bad dream and wanted to see you because I was scared, but you weren't there. The same th-thing with my daddy, but he didn't come back and you scared me." She broke down to heavy sobs after the last word. Gerard jumped out of bed and stroked the small girls arm, soon pulling her into a hug. He cooed and patted her hair.

"Hey, Ramona. It's okay." Gerard leans back and wipes her tears as I shift awkwardly. Ramona takes a shaky breath.

"C-could you stay with me while I sleep?" She asks, wiping her nose with her sleeve. Gerard looks back over at me, I bite my lip. He turns back to Ramona.

"Okay. I'll meet you there." And he sends her off to her room. Once she's gone, Gerard turns back to me and smiles apologetically.

"It's fine," I say, looking down a bit disappointedly a my still hard cock pressing against its confines. Gerard walks over to me and kisses me lightly.

"Just... Wait a few minutes, I'll come back when she's asleep." He reasons. "I'm sure it won't take long."

I nod as Gerard sends me another apologetic smile, walking out of the room.

I knew that this was basically his only answer. It's not like you can say no to a crying little girl, even if it meant leaving me in this condition.

I'm sure it won't take long.

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20 minutes later and a still half-hard, irritating dick waited in a half empty bed. I groaned and rubbed my legs awkwardly together, as my crotch was just dying. Finally frustrated, I pick up a pillow, cover my crotch and walk to Ramona's room.

In Ramona's room, she is sound asleep in her bed. On the floor, a little make shift bed was made on the floor, with a sleeping Gerard in it.

I groan loudly and walk out of the room, looking down at my still predominant dick with a sigh.

"Never in my life would I think that I would have to masturbate," I mumble, walking glumly into the washroom. "With Gerard as a boyfriend."