We're Chasing The Sun (Frerard)

Chapter 11

It was so weird to even think that some people thought of Gerard as an innocent, little angel. Or a shy kid. Or a lost duck in this mad world. Ha! An agglomeration of lies. Big ones as well. Those people would be in for a shock.

Gerard was no excuse in the renowned age group; he was a teenager. A teenager to the full. With all the hormonal shit. And some people would find that quite hard to believe, alright. Well, at least their minds wouldn't perceive Gerard masturbating, at least, because what 'innocent, little angel' does that?

But right then, Gerard was so insanely horny. He couldn't help it, couldn't keep his hands to himself, and this was not the alcohol doing it. Frank wasn't really helping by moaning and smirking suggestively, either.

The clock had stricken one when they arrived at Frank's. The clock had stricken five past when they got into the kitchen, passionately making out. How quickly things escalated, huh. And to only think they'd met half a year ago. Gerard rather not think about it too much, it didn't matter to him.

He had pinned Frank against the fridge, kissing his jaw, his neck, and his mouth again, intensely. As though he couldn't get enough of him, as if they didn't have all the time in the world.

"I thought you wanted some water," Frank managed to say, parting the kiss for a moment. That moment didn't last long, needless to say, and lusty Gerard was responsible for that.

"Not thirsty," he mumbled, lowering his hand to reach for Frank's belt.

Frank huffed disbelievingly. "Doesn't look like it." 

Gerard moaned in Frank's mouth, which was enough to shut Frank up and also turn him on. Panting, he tugged on the fabric of Gerard's t-shirt. His hands were everywhere, exploring Gerard still dressed. Sliding through his shirt, he finally got to touch his skin.

It made Gerard tremble and gasp, and fuck, his condition got worse when Frank started leaving swift kisses on his neck. God, he wanted to touch him so badly, undress him and kiss every part of him. Gerard swore to Toutatis, if anyone dared to ruin this moment for him, he'd lose his shit. Go crazy. 

Frank, suddenly, decided that he wanted to switch positions with Gerard, so he kissed him roughly, biting on Gerard's bottom lip to divert his attention, and pinned his hands above him.

Gerard began removing Frank's belt. 

"Wow, eager," Frank stopped to laugh and pressed their lips together again. "Mmph. Gerard. Bedroom."

"R-right," Gerard nodded and weird sounds escaped his mouth next. Even he himself wasn't sure of what he had just blurted out. Through some miracle of some sort, Frank finally got Gerard to follow him down to his bedroom, after a while.

A twitch of ecstasy fired through Gerard's entire body once Frank had pushed him onto the bed. He kissed the soft and warm spot under Gerard's ear and Gerard's brain just fizzled. The next thing he knew, he was taking Frank's shirt off, thinking about how desperate he must have looked.

"God, just—"  Frank panted, processing Gerard's request, he took his shirt off. He felt Gerard's cold fingers brushing his chest, and his wounded abdomen, and his hips—he opened his eyes and looked at him hungrily.

Gerard was still panting but, for some reason, he had stopped kissing Frank. He wasn't turned off or anything like that, heck no. He was still as desperate and eager as before. Nevertheless, he had fixed his gaze upon Frank's bare chest, examining every single wound. They all looked like they were healing. Gerard froze for a second, mentally and physically.

God, he was such an idiot. He should've said something. You don't just stand there with your arms crossed when you know that your friend could possibly be in tremendous pain! What was he thinking?