frerard oneshots - non mcr

Warm Nights

Frank grunted and rolled off from on top of Gerard, panting and sweaty. The two of them laid in the same state, catching their breath and sticking to the dark sheets and smiling up at the ceiling.

Gerard sighed happily, running a hand through his red hair and just getting his fingers tangled in it. He giggled and pulled his hand out of his wild hair, deciding to just stretch his arms out above his head.

Frank leaned over off the edge of the bed to grab a shirt and wipe his chest down, then handed it to Gee so he could clean up.

Once Gerard had cleaned up, Frank wiggled around so he was lying on his side, facing Gee. He fiddled with Gerard's bright hair, "How was that, princess?"

"So good, thank you Frankie," Gerard told him, "But what's weird is I can feel it running down my thigh..."

"You were the one who didn't wanna use a condom." Frank smirked, sneaking an arm around Gerard's waist and holding him close.

"Yeah, and I'm not complaining, but it's just... Fuckin' weird feeling. And not a bad weird. Cool weird." Gee rattled on, flipping over onto his side under Frank's arm so they could spoon.

Frank hummed and muttered something about how he's glad they're both clean because that felt fucking amazing, then pulled Gee close and pushed a thigh between his sticky legs. He was chest to back with his lover, sweaty bodies sticking. Gerard reached back and combed his long fingers through Frank's long black hair, nimble fingers getting caught in some little knots and accidentally tugging. Frank kept squeaking and pushing his face farther into Gerard's bruised neck and Gee giggled childishly.

"I don't wanna get hard again, I'm too tired, Gee stop," Frank begged when Gerard caught a particularly big knot and yanked and it made Frank moan.

Gerard just hummed and smiled and untangled his fingers from Frank's hair, patting it down. He held the tattooed hand that sat against his tummy, weaving their fingers together.

They started to drift off at some point, still exposed with the duvet crumpled at the end of the bed. Neither of them wanted to move and pull it up, so they figured that it didn't matter, because they were warm enough just being there pressed close.

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originally written for the 30dsc on the prompt naked cuddles
also written around valentines day ❤️