Casa Di Lupi [FRERARD AF]

In Which Gerard Feels Something Growing- That is Not A Plant

Dinner the last night had been fucking awkward after Gerard had woken up to see Frank sitting on the bed, being his sullen, normal self. Frank had gone out to try and find Mr. Guilbert and explain the sleeping situation. Gerard had finally managed to sit up and help, and they found him eventually.

Mr. Guilbert guiltily admitted that there was nothing he could do. He didn't have any extra blankets or anything. As Frank stomped away, Mr. Guilbert had simply given Gerard a look of pity before mouthing that he was sorry.

Gerard had simply glared in response.

Hence, dinner was filled with complete silence, and glares being shared all around, before all groups had stormed away to their rooms to spend the rest of the night. Frank had even decided to unpack the rest of his bag, for which Gerard was insanely grateful- he had had enough gay surprises, and none of them pleasurable.

The rest of the night was spent tossing and turning, while trying not to bump their junk against each other. They had managed this successfully during the night.

Now however, it was morning. And of all the time this could have happened, it had to happen today. Gerard could feel something growing, and he knew that it wasn't a fucking plant. He didn't know what to do. If he tried to crawl out of bed to go fix it in the bathroom, Frank would definitely wake up, and either be disgusted or just make fun of Gerard. But he couldn't exactly fix the problem in bed with Frank either, could he?... He could only wait...

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*Fronk POV*

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Frank simply muttered to himself, eyes squeezed shut. 'Morning wood?' he thought to himself. Why had this happened to him? Frank winced a little. He did have a kinda... interesting... dream last night. He tried to shake the thought out of his memory without moving. Fuck, Gerard had been kinda hot in it though. 'Oh fuck no Frankie' he thought to himself. 'You hate him, and you're straight. God.'

Frank knew only one thing: Gerard could not find out about this. He would tease him about it forever. He pressed himself closer to the wall, until it was entirely against him. Before he even realized it, Frank let out a soft moan. He clapped his hand over his mouth, eyes wide in terror. Did Gerard hear it? It didn't sound like it, he was safe for now. Frank knew that there was only one way out. He rolled off of the side of the bed and sprinted to the bathroom, not checking to see if Gerard was awake. He quickly closed the door, and fumbled to pull down his pants.

Frank gasped in relief as he palmed himself through his boxers. Oh god, that felt so good. He threw his head back, already panting. He pulled down his boxers, and stroked lil' Frank gently. He groaned. Where the fuck was Ryan when he needed him? Cause right now he needed him- badly.

He continued to stroke himself, eyes closed. He needed fap material; and somehow, Ryan wasn't doing it. Frank was almost disappointed with himself as he remembered Gerard's ass in those jeans he wore yesterday, but he was too turned on to stop there.

He could feel himself getting closer, when he heard a moan from outside the bathroom. Gerard? Oh fuck, now Frank was really getting hot. He didn't have time to think as he felt a familiar warm tugging in his stomach that spread down to his dick, before he lost himself. He wasn't able to hold back a soft moan at the thought of Gerard rubbing one out as well. Frank melted on the floor, twitching and gasping as he rode out his orgasm. Well fuck. Frank grew sleepy, but he had a lot to do today.

He switched on the shower, making it super cold for two reasons. One, he needed to wake up. Two, he could still hear Gerard, and Frank hated himself enough for one day.

He was still straight.

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Gerard had just finished, and was still slightly out of breath when Frank walked out in a towel, winking at Gerard. "Miss me sugar?"

Gerard was shocked. What in the name of Brendon's sparkly pink dildo was going on with Frank. He shook his head, choosing to ignore it.

Frank threw a shirt and jeans and Gerard.

"Get dressed homo. It's time for breakfast".

Gerard scrambled out of bed, making sure to remain facing away from Frank. Gerard had very little decency left, but he wanted to keep the little that remained.

When they were both ready, they walked down to the breakfast hall.

Neither one said a word.