words ♤ frerard

chapter//twelve

Gerard left the interview with something that was occasionally on his mind, filling his mind. While Frank sat next to him, messing with his own hands rather nervously. "Gerard?" Frank asked timidly, his voice holding a bit of nervousness to it. Gerard knew why, of course. Of course he did, Gerard was smarter then he ever, ever let on.

"Yeah, Frankie?" Gerard replied, curious of how Frank would react to what Gerard just admitted to him inside during the interview. Frank opened his mouth, then closed it, and did it a number of times so he looked like a fish.

"Do you- did you. . . are you going to do that?" Frank asked him, shifting in the passenger seat nervously. Gerard glanced at him for a split second just as they pulled into the apartment building. He sighed and got out, as Frank did the same and they walked inside together, and oddly enough Frank didn't mind being around Gerard right now, despite what he admitted. "Gerard? Are you? You're writing about murder, you told the interviewer you like trying what you write about. . . are you going to kill people?"

"Perhaps. What would you do if I did in fact want to go kill people? What if I really wanted to, regardless of what I was writing." Gerard got terribly close to Frank as he spoke, his mouth right against the younger boy's ear. Frank froze, unsure of what he'd do." And what if I wanted to fuck you right here, to have you screaming my name and clawing at my back, oh Frankie. . ." Gerard purred.

// lil' smut here lmao. jk it's a lot of smut xx //

"I'd say please fuck me Gerard," Frank replied, tangling one of his hands in Gerard's hair. Gerard gladly crashed their lips together, not wasting a second in tearing Frank's clothes off as their tongues danced together, fighting for dominance.

He led the two of them to the couch and loomed over Frank, while Frank just admired him and the way his hair covered his face. "Lube or prep, choose one," Gerard said, latching his lips to Frank's neck and sucking harshly, attempting to mark Frank as his. His.

"What?" Frank stammered.

"Lube or prep. You only get one, not both," Gerard explainied, latching his lips and teeth to a different spot on Frank's collarbone, earning a much loved moan from Frank.

"Lube," Frank requested, rolling his hips against Gerard's as things got more heated.

"Go get it," Gerard said, getting off of Frank. "Now!" Frank scrambled off the couch and ran into the bedroom to get it. Gerard was already hard as he watch Frank rush back into the living room and give the older of the two his choice: the lube. "This'll hurt, Frank." Gerard let his dominance falter for a second, because he was scared of hurting Frank.

"Just fuck me Gerard- oh please!" Frank moaned, tugging at Gerard's greasy, knotted hair, making Gerard let out a low growl, and oh my god that was fucking hot, Frank decided. So Gerard put the lube into his hands and smeared it over his dick, before lining himself up with Frank's entrance. He entered Frank, savoring his cries and moans from the pain and pleasure, and began moving without giving Frank much time to get used to it. "Fuck," Frank uttered, "Gerard, yes!"

Gerard lowered his head so he was able to leave sloppy kisses on Frank's collarbone as he let his hands hold onto his hips. Frank, on the other hand, was still in pain, and he let his nails claw at Gerard's back as they were connected.

As Gerard reached his high, he took Frank dick in his hands and began giving the younger a handjob as he continued to slam into him. "I'm so close, Gerard," Frank told him, earning words of agreement from Gerard. They both came within mere seconds of each other, and Frank practically screamed Gerard's name as he came, before relaxing and letting out small whimpers.

// over //

"Let's go get cleaned up, shall we?"

//

The subject of murder wasn't brought up again until later that night. They were both sitting at the table in the room next to the kitchen, since they had decided on Chinese take-out. Frank was craving Gerard's attention, and what Gerard had said at the interview crossed his mind again, making him visibly tense up, and Gerard noticed. "Frank?" He asked cautiously.

"You never answered my question," Frank whispered, stirring a few noodles on his plate with a fork. Gerard gave him a lopsided smile.

"You never answered mine, Frank," Gerard reminded him, taking a bite of the chicken on his plate. Frank thought for a moment. Which question did Gerard mean?

"Oh, I guess not," Frank bit his lip and thought about Gerard's question. What would he do if Gerard wanted to go out and kill people? Perhaps Frank wouldn't care, so Frank decided he wouldn't care. He'd go out and kill too if that's what Gerard wanted. He loved Gerard after all. "I wouldn't. . . I wouldn't really care. It's you, and I couldn't ever. . . I couldn't ever think ill of you."

That caught Gerard off guard. Quite honestly Gerard decided he wasn't going to go out and murder people, but now that he had the okay from Frank things were different. Just once, just to try it once, once. "Really? Then maybe. . . maybe tonight, then, huh?" Gerard let out a shaky laugh and looked at Frank carefully.

"Alright, I'm really tired though, so I might go lay down. . . okay?" Frank asked, fear creeping into his veins. He missed Billie. Gerard nodded and grabbed Frank's plate. "G-Goodnight, Gerard. I love you." Gerard's eyes widened when Frank said that, he clearly wasn't expecting those words.

"Goodnight, I love you, too." Frank gave Gerard one last smile and got up before walking into the guest bedroom. Frank stripped down to his boxers and climbed in bed, before grabbing his phone and taking a deep breath.

After a couple rings, Billie picked up. "Hi, Frankie!" Frank smiled and gripped his pillow with his free hand.

"Hey! I miss you," Frank said, his voice wavering slightly.

"I miss you too, love. Everything okay? You sound. . . sad, scared, almost."

"Yeah, yeah my friend just isn't doing too well. It might be longer than I expected." Frank lied right through his teeth, sniffling softly.

"Okay, I love you so much. I gotta go, Pete might try to go out there and see you, he misses you a lot too."

"That's okay, I love you too, tell him to call me tomorrow. Bye." Frank hung up, letting tears finally slip from his eyes when he heard the apartment door slam shut.