Subway Train ➫ Frerard

chpt. sixteen ➫ bedroom

//tw ; S M U T//

it was 8pm, and it was already becoming dark. gerard sipped on his warm tea as he stared out his window. his apartment was on the tenth floor, allowing him to loom over other buildings and admire them from above.

frank was in gerard's bedroom. he was changing into comfortable clothes, which was pretty much being half naked. he threw on a pair of sweatpants and remained shirtless. he walked out of the bedroom to see gerard pressing his face against the window, drinking tea.

"so what are we doing tonight?" frank asked gerard as he bit his lip.

gerard responded seductively. "whatever you want."

frank walked over to gerard and placed his chin on his shoulder. "sex?"

gerard turned sharply. "you wanna?"

frank shrugged. "i mean, i guess."

gerard chuckled as he walked away from the window. he set his mug of tea down on the kitchen counter and washed his hands. frank stood at the doorway of the bedroom, waiting for a response from his raven-haired boyfriend.

"get in there." gerard commanded frank to go into the bedroom, following him in shortly after.

gerard pushes frank onto the bed, their lips colliding as frank tugs at gerard's shirt, beckoning him to take it off. gerard obeys, and removes his shirt. the two create tension between each other, waiting for the perfect moment to do it.

gerard slipped his tongue into frank's mouth as they both passionately moved their bodies against each other's. gerard has done this, but with girls. frank has done this as well, but to boys. it was an experience for the both of them, especially gerard. 

frank soon won dominance over gerard, turning them both over in the bed. frank was on top of gerard, pulling harshly at gerard's pants. frank soon pulls them off, which leaves him still with pants.

"fr-frankie..." gerard moans as frank grabs at his boyfriend's waist.

gerard pulls frank's sweatpants off soon enough as he pushes frank back onto the bed. do it, gerard, he thought to himself.

frank takes a moment to strip naked, as does gerard. frank gets on his knees as gerard does it. he tries to create as much friction as possible between the two, hoping to get something out of frank.

there was a spot that gerard hit that made frank weak in the knees. he couldn't keep hold of himself. he moaned from time to time, tightly grabbing onto the bedsheets as gerard gradually moved faster. 

"oh...my g-god..." frank moaned as he bit his lip viciously.

gerard leaned forward, covering frank's mouth and lightly kissing him on the neck. "you love me, right?"

frank nodded as his breaths became hotter and slower. his nails dug into the pillows as he let out a moan.

gerard smirked. "frankie..." he said seductively as he removed his hand over frank's mouth. "you look like you're gonna..." 

"st-stop it..." frank breathed.

gerard moved faster and faster, making frank scream a little louder than before.

"i-i..."

gerard smiled as he laughed almost maniacally. "told you."

//YIKES I WROTE SMUT IVE SINNED TOO MUCH//