Tongue Tied [Frerard]

Chapter Two

I was panting, way beyond belief. My mouth hanging wide open, I could feel Gerard's smile on the back of my head, "You sound like a fucking angel," he whispered. I wanted to hit him. "Gee.. I-I'm,"

"Hey!" Lindsey announced as she flung the door open, obviously scaring the piss out of Gerard as he then removed his arm from around me and pushed full force on my back. "Agh- fuck!" I screamed.

Fucking bastard launched me into the coffee table!

What the fuck?!?

"Ehh.." I groaned, hearing voices and feeling hands grab me as my head went dizzy, partially from the orgasm I was still riding off. It had only been seconds. SECONDS. "Frank oh fuck are you okay?!" Gerard panicked. "What the hell happened?" Lindsey questioned frantically.

She got no response from either of us.

I heard her jacket drop to the floor and her shoes being kicked off as she ran over. "Did I do somethi-," Oh yeah ya did. Lindsey stopped talking, she paused entirely and just stood there staring. What? Did my fucking skull crack-

Oh wait I know what it is.

My pants are down

After a few moments of silence Gerard looked up at her, completely frozen as well, the blush setting in on his face. He looked like a deer in headlights. "I see, okay well I uh, I'm sorry and i'll just leave you two to it then-," Gerard bolted up as she started backing up, "No!" No?! "We already fu- uh, erm I mean.." I looked between the two of them, doing my best to stifle giggles.

I looked weird as shit right now, laying on the floor with maybe a gash in my head, my dick hanging out in the air, I could tell Lynz was trying to repress laughter too, and Gerard looked goddamn funny.

"Yeah, that's right, we fuck." I had to. I lost it. There was a huge, red grin on my face. Gerard's head darted over at me, the same deer in headlights stare he was giving Lindsey, as she, well, she just slowly turned her head and eyed me, blushing ever so slightly.

"Alright," She smiled, throwing her arms up in the air and picking up one of her shoes, doing the laces. "You guys better get dressed before the others find you, i'm not gonna warn them," She shrugged, pinching her fingers and 'zipping her lips' "My lips are sealed."

Gerard and I were both eyeing her now, she slipped her jacket on pretty swiftly, her arms dropping awkwardly to her sides. "You two oddly suit each other," She stated, one foot out the door. "See you soon," Lynz said softly, directing it at Gerard.

The door was shut very gently, it sounded like she never left. And with that, I was hoisted off the ground. plopped on the couch with my pants still down. "Nice, Gee." He huffed at me, examining my head. "W-what?" Was he mad at me..?

"There's nothing wrong, I don't think, you just got a nasty bruise. We can take you in if you like-," I sighed and he shut up, looking down at my drooping head. "F-Frank?" No not right now... "'m fine," I demanded. "Just a little dizzy.." I lied again.

Gerard sat down next to me, throwing a pillow over my crotch. "Zip up your pants," He grumbled, folding his arms and looking away. "You're mad.." I said as softly as I could, lightly pawing at his shoulder. "Not mad.."

He shrugged his shoulder, moving away from my hand. I sighed, "Gee c'mon, I know something's up.." repressing the urge to make a totally inappropriate dick joke. He didn't feel good, I could see it. He must feel really bad if he thinks he can trick me...

I moved the pillow, zipped up my pants and then swung a leg over his hips, straddling him again. I grabbed both his shoulders, forcing him to face me. I stared him straight in his hazel eyes, watching his iris's blossom like flowers. He almost felt shaky... "Not now," He whined, his eyebrows furrowing along with mine.