Author's note: Smut and dresses. That's literally all this is. Also, this is the first smutty thing I've posted on Wattpad (an older, unedited version of this is on tumblr,) so I hope this isn't too startling to anyone compared to what I normally post... Anyway- enjoy! I apologize in advance for my shitty editing skils.
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Frank wanted to fuck a girl. Not just any girl, though. He wanted to fuck his boyfriend Gerard, in a dress.
It was a weird realization, yet somehow he was not surprised. Gerard had always been a bit… Feminine. It wasn't that he looked like a girl, or acted like one or anything, but he had always had a thing for stereo-typically "girly" things. He liked painting his nails, even if he did stick to black, and he liked things with bows and insisted on lace everything. He even wore lace stockings beneath his jeans, every once in a while, the peaks of the thin fabric beneath the ripped denim over his knees a terrible sort of tease.
Frank glanced over at his boyfriend, who was flipping through a wedding dress magazine, dark hair hanging in his face.
"Dresses?" Frank asked, with a smile. Gerard was too far away, the space between the desk chair where Frank sat and his boyfriend's cream-colored skin was excruciating. "You goin’ gay on me, honey?"
Gerard giggled from the bed, flipping his middle finger playfully in Frank’s direction. He was laying on his stomach, ankles crossed but his legs bent at the knees, feet in the air. “It’s for my Aunt Marie, jackass. You know that. She wants everyone in the family’s opinion.”
Frank nodded. He did know that, and he also knew that every single page Gerard bookmarked was probably so lace-covered that it was hideous. But Frank was also really, totally hoping that Gerard would buy a dress for himself, or at least look for one.
Frank stood up and crossed the room, moving himself on the bed and straddling Gerard’s hips, looking over his shoulder to watch his boyfriend uncross his ankles. Gerard rolled over the best he could without kneeing Frank in the crotch. “Everything okay, sugar?”
Frank nodded, leaning down and kissing him, tongue touching Gerard's teeth. The wedding dress magazine slid onto the floor. “You ever thought about what you want your own wedding dress to look like, Gee?” he asked, only half-joking. Gerard’s cheeks flushed pink and Frank’s eyes widened. “Oh my god,” he gasped. “You have, haven’t you?”
Gerard giggled, blushing furiously as his boyfriend covered his jaw and neck in kisses. “When I was a kid I didn’t exactly understand gender roles, okay?”
Frank just grinned, nuzzling his nose under Gerard's chin. “You know this means I have to see you in a dress now, right?”
Gerard rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the fact that he was definitely getting hard. He'd had one-too-many guilty nights of scrolling through those stupid prom dress websites, followed by cumming quick into his hand while he thought about how Frank would hold his thighs beneath a skirt.
Frank laughed at Gerard's attempt to play it cool, he knew him too well, he really did. Frank leaned down, lips pressed soft against that sensitive, warm spot beneath Gerard’s ear. “I want to see you in a dress. And I want to be the one to take it off of you.”
Gerard swallowed a terribly painful breath of air, his cheeks blushing an uncomfortably warm shade of pink.
Frank smirked, kissing his way down Gerard’s jaw. “Or maybe, I’ll just fuck you with the dress still on.”
Gerard’s lips parted, he suddenly forgot how to speak coherent English. “I, uh- I could… We could go buy one. A dress. I mean, for me. For you to- uhm. For you to fuck me in.” He let his eyes fall shut and his mouth fall open, because Frank’s teeth were scraping down his neck, and- and oh, god, okay, that felt nice. Gerard was practically panting in anticipation. “Let’s go- go buy the dress right fucking now, actually.”
