Get Bent Bitch [ Frerard Oneshots ]

Masterpiece

-Gerard POV-

Art class, it's not awful, but it's definitely not the best, honestly.
I fiddled with my pencil before drawing a small heart on my paper.
We were gonna pair up two and two to study and recreate famous art with each other, ON each other

My teacher began pairing people together, and soon I realise I'm the only one left.

"Excuse me Mr. Ross, but I don't have anyone to work with?" I said

I heard the door open behind me.
Frank Iero, the prettiest guy I've ever seen, the guy I've had a crush on since forever, walked into the classroom.

"Oh! You and Frank can work together!" My face went bright pink.

"Sounds great," Frank nodded at me, "we could start right after school, at my place."
Frank winked.

Did he wink?? Did he really wink??? Or did I just imagine that??
Okay Gerard, get your shit together for fucks sake.
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I had just closed my locker when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I quickly turned around, to see Frank standing there.

"Sorry," he chuckled, "didn't mean to scare you."
I looked into his deep, dark brown eyes.
My eyes went to his lips, so soft and  perfectly kissable.
He had a perfect jawline, his bone structure is just amazing.

"Gerard? Are you okay?" He asked.
"W-what? Yeah it's nothing!"
I cringed at myself, and mentally face palmed.
Great job Gerard, not embarrassing at all!

"Yeah, anyways, should we go to my place? I can give you a ride." Frank asked

"Yes please frank I'd like to ride you"
Mental note: never say that out loud.

"Yeah, lets go!" I said, it sounded less creepy.

I am not ready for this. At. All.

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Frank opened his bedroom door and gestured for me to walk in.
And as I walked in the, very handsome and extremely hot, motherfucker smacked my ass.

"Frank!" I exclaimed.
"Don't pretend you didn't like it" he chuckled.

Fifty shades of red - an autobiography by Gerard Way's face.

I walked in and began to unpack my paint and my brushes on his bed
Frank sat down next to me on his bed.

"So I was thinking... starry night? Like, maybe on your chest?" I chewed on my paintbrush.

"Whatever you say, pretty boy."
I blushed at his words.
Before I could react, Frank had pulled of his shirt and laid down on the bed.
My breath got caught in my throat.
I picked up my paintbrush but before I could even start, Frank grabbed the brush out of my hand.

"Actually," he pushed me so I was lying on the bed, with him on top of me, "I changed my mind." He pinned my hands above my head with his hand.
He looked at me and asked if this was ok, and i didn't even hesitate to say yes.

"I was thinking of a different type of art." He smirked.

Before I could think, his lip attacked my neck.
I bit my lip, trying to hold in a moan.
Frank sucked at my neck and I couldn't help but whimper at his touch.
His free hand found it's way to my ass and squeezed.
I yelped.

His lips moved to my lips instead and they fit perfectly together, as if they were made for each other.
He pulled away and whispered in my ear.

"Look in the mirror, babe." His breath sent pleasant shivers down my spine.

Frank moved away from me so I could stand up. I walked to the mirror and the first thing I noticed was plenty of dark purple hickeys on my neck and collarbone.

"Frank! How am I supposed to cover these?" I whined.
"You're not. It's our art project, each hickey is a little galaxy. Forget about starry night, this is way better, it's a masterpiece!"

I couldn't deny.

"Yeah, fine. Where were we?" I smirked.
Frank pulled me back on the bed,
And what happened next will stay between Frank and I..
Let's just say that we made more art later on,,,

I WROTE THIS A LONG TIME AGO BUT IT'S OK I THINK ?
HAVE A LOVELY DAY, SINNERS