Bittersweet

I'm so dirty, babe

The next morning I got another text from Frank

To: Gerard Way
From: Frank Iero
Gonna pick you up in 10. Be ready.

I frowned. I had just put on some actual clothes to make breakfast for Mikey and me but Franks message made me rethink my plans

"What should I do, Mikey?", I asked looking through my wardrobe in panic

"Well... just take the first shirt you can grab and get the fuck ready because Frank is going to be here in less than 5 minutes", Mikey sighed, his voice raspy considering he just woke up.

"But... ugh", I groaned and followed Mikey's advise and just pulled out the first shirt I could grab.
It was a black and white striped shirt with an anchor on the front.
I don't remember why I bought it

I pulled the hoodie I was currently wearing over my head and put on the shirt instead.
"Do I look okay?", I asked turning around so Mikey could see me

"Why do you even put on clothes. It's not like you're going to wear them for longer than five minutes", Mikey rubbed his eyes and giggled when he saw my shocked expression.

But he was right. I shouldn't care about how I looked.

We both heard a car pull into the driveway and I skipped to the window.

As I expected. Frank.

"Bye Mikes", I said and pulled my brother into a hug
"Be back by six. You need to drive me to the trainstation", he shouted after me as I ran out of the bedroom

"'Course I will", I shouted back before I left the appartment and actually ran down the stairs.

I stormed out of the building almost running into Franks car on the way to the passenger seat

"Wow. Somebody's eager", Frank teased but I just rolled my eyes and let him start the engine

"Hurry up before I change my mind", I only said not really paying attention to where we were heading to

"Sure, princess. Whatever you want", Frank laughed

The rest of the car ride was silent and I wasn't sure if I should take that as a good thing or the exact opposite

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I didn't know how to feel about the fact that Frank had a tiny house only a 15 minutes drive away from my apartment block

But once the car stopped Frank didn't even give me enough time to think about it when he unlocked my seat belt and tugged in my arm until i sat on his lap, my back almost painfully pushed against the stirring wheel.
Before I could ask what was going on Frank lips were on mine, just like yesterday and moved in an almost aggressive rythm.

"W-Wait", I said pushing Franks head back a bit, "S-Shouldn't we get inside or something?"

Frank nodded, kissed my lips once again before he opened the door on his side to let me climb off of his lap (which probably looked weird if somebody was watching) before he stepped out too.

He took my hand in his and dragged me after him inside his house.
I'd really like to look around bit, but once Frank closed the front door behind us I was already pressed against it.

"I'd like to do it right here", he whispered as he attached his mouth to my neck.
Without wanting it I let out a small moan and let my head fall backwards against the hard wood to give Frank more access to the skin.

"Right here against the wood.", another kiss was planted right under my ear, "but I don't want any stains on my fucking front door"
And with that he gave me free and went towards a closed door in the back of the house.

I could only follow him like a lost puppy, still refusing to think about what was going to happen, because now there was really no going back anymore.

As I expected, the door leads to the bedroom where Frank was already removing his shirt and I really had to force myself to not just stare at him the whole time.
Back in school he was the only boy with tattoos and now I saw how many he added to his collection.

My favourite was the one on his hips. I really liked those birds
I slapped myself mentally for thinking about it.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare?", I heard an amused Frank say as he came over to where I was standing and took my face in his hands
He placed an oddly soft kiss to my lips before he grabbed my arms and almost threw me on the bed.

The mattress was soft. Like... really really soft and I was close to just turn around and rest but with Frank climbing on top of me, this was impossible

Frank sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, only to tugg on it lightly with his teeth before he kept kissing my neck.
When he started to nibble on the spot close to my ear I just let my mind fall. Pushed the rest of my thoughts in the back of my head and let out an embarrassingly loud moan as I bucked up my hips desperately searching for some kind of friction

I felt Frank smirk against my skin, his hand stroking slowly up and down my sides as he sat up and began rubbing his crotch against the quickly growing erection in my jeans.

"Oh fuck", I groaned

"Good little boy", Frank let out a breathy chuckle, "Let's see if you're still as good as I remember"

*A/N*

I decided to do the real smut part in the next chapter just so it's more...
Well organised

I'm really bad at writing smut but I'll try my best and we'll just see how it's going, alright?
Alright!

And a little infortmation:

I just finished doing the cover for another Frerard fanfiction that's probably coming soon.
So stay tuned :)

Thanks for reading!