.But You're Beautiful To Me. ~Frerard~

Part 12 ~ Da-yum

Still Frank's POV

He pushed me against the wall gently, but still firmly enough to make my eyes fill with a ridiculous amount of lust, his body never leaving mine. I suddenly felt his - probably straining - erection against my thigh and moaned once again, which probably didn't help the situation at all. He moaned in response as he started slowly rubbing himself on me, while still kissing me fiercely.

I pulled away a bit. "Do you wanna do this Gee?" I asked, not wanting to pressure him into anything. Especially since.. well, this was his first time. I wanted him to feel ready and relaxed, not like it was a task he had to get done with. This is Gerard we're talking about here, he deserves only the best, and I.. hell, I really liked him. I wanted this to be as perfect as any first time could be, even if they always were kinda awkward by definition.

"Frank. Yes. Get these fucking clothes off me like, now." He answered, looking completely fazed out. I happily obliged, basically ripping his Misfits shirt - niceee - off his chest. I started kissing his neck, earning perfect, soft sounds from him, and rubbing his chest and back softly.

Gerard's POV

I took his shirt off slowly, teasingly, and marveled a bit at the look of him. Da-yum he was hot. I wanted him so bad it kinda hurt. It did, actually.. my pants were really tight, and he kept fucking moaning. I pondered of something important suddenly.
"Hey, frankie?"
"Yeah, hottie?"
"Humm, well, how's this.. well, how's... this gonna go down, you know?"
"Do you mean, like, top or bottom?"
"I guess, yeah?" I blushed a bit. Subtlety really wasn't one of his strong points.
"Well, honestly, I like doing both, so it's really your preference, which I guess you don't really know yet, right?"
"Yeah..."
"So.. maybe since this is your first time, I could bottom, since I have some experience, and you could see what it's like and all, you know? What do you think?"
"Okay, yeah.. okay, that makes sense. I... I'm glad to be doing this with you Frankie."
"It's an honnor to be your first, good sir" and with that he bowed a bit. I punched him playfully on the arm and he winked seductively at me. It worked well.

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. He pushed me on the bed and slowly worked his way down my chest with his lips. When he got to my navel, I got to admit I was basically holding my breath. He looked at me before pulling my pants down, waiting for my nod. He rubbed my chubby thighs with his tattoed hands lovingly, like he did last time.

I looked up at him as he slowly climbed on top of me, hovering a bit over me before leaning in and putting his face inches away from mine. I looked into his dreamy hazel eyes, those eyes where so full of light, so full of life. They were, like the rest of his body, a real piece of art. And I'm not just talking about his tattoos here, his flesh and bones were masterpieces of their own to me. I closed the space between us for a short kiss, before I rolled us over and positioned myself between his legs, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He helped me pull them down and now we were finally both in our underwear.

How weird is that? Me, Frank, in our underwear, about to do da nasty. Do people even still say that? Whatever.

He gently pushed me off and went to search for something in his backpack, which he had thrown somewhere when he came in. When I saw what he was coming back with, my breath caught in my throat. Lube. Strawberry flavored lube. I sat with my back to the headboard, facing him, eyes unable to look away, though I had no intention to.

He slowly, - very sexily I might add - stripped down his boxers, finally freeing his huge hard-on. He climbed back on the bed and crawled towards me. He put his hands over my chest, dragging them down until they were at the hem of the last remainder of my clothes. I nodded and he took them off, his eyes fixated on me. Oh, well. He straddled my hips and I kissed him sweetly.

He suddenly moaned harshly and I pulled away and looked at him confusedly, until leaning back and realizing he had just.. put a finger into himself?
"I have to prep myself, okay? You can watch if you wanna.." With that, he winked and I nodded. He looked at me absentmindedly, putting a second finger in, moving them slowly. His face was a beautiful mixture of pleasure and pain as he started scissorring himself, suddenly putting a third finger. He moaned another time, and I caught this one with my lips, capturing it in my mouth, in my lungs, in my whole body. He took his fingers out with a soft frown and looked at me.
"Ready Gee?"
"I want you so bad Frankie. Yes, I'm ready, ride me into the fucking sunset babe." I said breathlessly. He nodded eagerly.

He took a condom from the nightstand, gave it to me, and I put it on. It was strawberry flavored too? Hmm. He took the lube again, squeezed some out into his hand and stroked me slowly, a hungry look in his eyes that I reflected.

He finally positioned himself on top of me, looked at me again and smiled. I could feel his hole right above my cock and even though I had never done this before, I was eager for him to stop teasing me and just... He finally started lowering himself into me, his pupils completely dilated and mouth hung open a bit. He was so fucking tight. I couldn't even begin to conceive how amazing it felt.

I let him lead as he slowly took me in, looking a bit pained at first to be honest. It didn't last too long though. He finally got all of me in, sitting completely on me and releasing a very pornographic moan. Which is probably the hottest thing I'd ever heard. He kissed me sloppily, his hands tangling in my hair while mine were still holding his hips loosely. Soon, he was moving up and down slowly, soft moans escaping both our lips.

"Ahh.. Frankie you feel so fucking good babe. Sofuckingtight."
All he could answer with were vowels though. He was moving faster now, trying different angles. I soon understood why as I probably hit some sort of sweet spot and he shivered and moaned quite loudly my name. "Aww GeRArD yes, right there! Mmmm"

He was bobbing up and down my cock now, moaning like a real slut. I was freaking ecstatic, how had I never done this before? It felt fucking amazing. My brain felt fuzzy, as if all my blood went straight to my crotch, leaving me lightheaded. Everything about this was amazing, the whimpers floating out of his lips, the hottest guy ever riding me, the tightest heat around my dick..

He moved up slowly and slammed down hard, the sound of skin against skin resonating in the room along with the ones we made.
"Oh god! Frankiiie! Ah ah ahhh! Please don't stop! Holy. Shittttt" I did realise I was talking a bit high pitched and moaning quite uncontrollably but I gave zero shits. Frankie either it seems...