Through My Veins - Frerard

Chapter Ten

Gerard's P.O.V:

It's been two weeks now we've been in California, it's been very pleasant and eventful. The little midget is really energetic and has been draining my energy, he haven't let me sleep in for the whole time. We've been everywhere Anaheim, San Francisco, Los Angeles, you just name it. And when we weren't running around town like absolute maniacs... well I'm pretty sure your dirty little brains can do the math.

"I cannot believe you." I gaped speechless at him after he said he wanted to go exploring the area... again.

"What?" he asked defensively.

"Frank, we've toured Los Angeles on foot TWICE since we got here... YESTERDAY!" I was outraged by the amount of energy he possessed, whatever he's on I desperately needed some of it so I could keep up.

"But there's still a lot to see, I saw this really cool place last night that I've been dying to go to!" he insisted tugging at my hand "Pretty pleaaase!" he pleaded.

"Frank, don't you even dare-" I hadn't even completed my sentence before he pulled off his most agonizing weapons. The puppy dog face. I caved in completely. "Alright! Fucking fine, you win!" I said exasperatedly, but my anger didn't manage to hold up for too long when he squeaked and covered my face with kisses.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" he was almost bouncing with excitement "You're the best." He said pecking my lips one last time before he got up to get dressed. It wasn't even 8 in the morning yet!

"No I'm not, I'm spoiling you too much." I grumbled getting up as well. I really needed to learn to say no to that motherfucker or the next thing I'll find myself doing is helping him find a place to hide Chris Hemsworth from the police. He really did discuss the matter of kidnapping him with me before, and I'm not sure if he was joking or not. He always ended up having everything his way, I started wondering which of us was sired to the other.

I insisted on taking the car this time cause I couldn't feel my already dead feet anymore, oddly he agreed. The place he was apparently dying to go to was a place to print shirts, he got us a sappy couples shirt, his said '99 problems' while mine said 'ain't 1' it was kinda adorable. He also got his friends shirts with big bold writing saying 'Frank's Bitch', I had a feeling they'd love it, I did too.

After two more hours driving to nowhere to be exact just checking the city out, I somehow managed to convince him to go back to the hotel; I was surprised that he actually agreed. That, of course, until I knew the reason behind it.

As soon as we stepped inside the door he was pinning me flat against it, that horny fuck. I got over my mildly hurt feelings caused by the fact that he only listens to me when he just wants to get off when he started grinding against me.

***SMUT WARNING***

My lips parted slightly allowing his tongue to explore my mouth freely, I could taste the salty metallic taste of blood that began to cling to him, but he still had that nature smell thing about him that never seemed to fade, the smell that usually accompanied werewolves, it was a mixture of grass and basil, and I was getting incredibly aroused.

I soon after took control and grabbed his thighs heaving him up, he wrapped his legs around my torso as I started making our way toward the bed. I threw him down and removed my shirt before I joined him, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand as the other practically ripped his shirt off.

"That was my favourite shirt!" he growled biting my lower lip.

"You'll just have to manage." I growled back grinding down and moving on to his neck. I could hear the sound of blood flooding through his neck giving away how fast his pulse is getting, I still didn't understand how his body still functioned like a normal person, but my thoughts were interrupted by a loud moan coming from him.