Denial (Frerard)

Chapter 3

I'm well aware this is going kind of fast but I really don't mind

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Gerard was spinning mindlessly on his desk chair as Cassie wandered around his room, gazing at the posters and occasionally running her fingers across the smooth, shiny surface. This wasn't the first time Cassie had been to Gerard's house, but it was her first time seeing his room.

"That's a Misfits poster, right?" She broke him out of his daze.

"Oh-uh-yeah, you never mentioned you liked them."

"I don't, dad does though."

Gerard mentally groaned, Mr. Iero just kept getting more and more appealing to the redheaded boy. He didn't know how much more of this he could take.

"Oh- that's-uh-that's cool, I guess."

"You ready to head back?" She turned to him with a smile.

"Sure."

They were spending the night, once again, at the Iero's place, Gerard was kind of dreading it. After his last encounter with Frank he couldn't get the feeling of his scruff against his lips out of his head. He wanted to taste him, feel him.

The walk was as awkward as ever, with Cassie trying to hold Gerard's hand and him using any excuse he could to get out of having to hold hers. Small talk was exchanged, as usual, and Gerard was getting slightly sick of the endless 'so how's your brother?' questions.

They approached the house eventually and made their way straight up to Cassie's room.

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The evening was slow and it dragged on for days, at least it seemed that way to Gerard.

Cassie kept desperately trying to make a move on Gerard, but he didn't want it. At all. The thought of doing anything sexual with Cassie made him sick. The thought of doing anything sexual with women made him sick.

Eventually, she gave up. And now he lay on his back staring at the ceiling while Cassie slept soundly beside him once again. Of course nothing could ever go right for Gerard and the pressure on his bladder made itself known once more. He made sure to ask where the bathroom was so that he wouldn't have to use Franks again, he didn't need another awkward boner in front of the man he may or may not have a hopeless crush on.

He sat up and walked down the call hallway, being careful not to trip along the way. He went to the bathroom, but he noticed on his way back that Franks room was slightly ajar. He hadn't seen the man all day and he wasn't quite sure if he was relieved or disappointed by that fact.

He wandered past the door and couldn't help but peek through as he went by. The sight immediately had his eyes widening.

There Frank lay in all his glory, boxers pushed down around his thighs with a hand wrapped around his swollen cock. Occasional groans and grunts could be heard through his heavy panting. Gerard's jeans constricted and he had to place a hand over his mouth to stifle any whimpers that threatened to pass his lips.

"F-fuck, yeah that's it, baby boy. So good for daddy."

Gerard's stomach twisted at the words that left the tattooed man's lips. He had a small mental debate as to whether or not to walk away but lust was quickly clouding his mind. He reached a hand down slowly, palming himself at the sight of Frank. His whimpers were muffled by the death grip he had over his mouth, the relief of touching himself was almost overwhelming; he could feel the build up of his orgasm quickly approaching.

Franks movements became sloppy before he suddenly groaned as his head went lax on his shoulders, white streaking his knuckles. Gerard almost whined in protest as he removed his hand from palming himself, he couldn't get caught.

He rushed off quickly, making his footsteps as light as possible back to Cassie's bedroom. He lay on the bed and thought of anything he could to make himself settle down. It took a while, but after forcing himself to stop picturing how good Frank looked coated in a thin sheen of sweat with his knees bent and hair falling over his eyes, he managed to wish his erection away.

Sleep came soon for him, his dreams of course filled with the tattooed man two doors down.

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The next morning Cassie was already up and in the kitchen when Gerard was just opening his bleary eyes. He stood up and shoved his hands into the pockets of his oversized hoodie, hanging down just past his boxers. He wandered down the stairs and into the kitchen, Cassie was sat at the breakfast bar with a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea, while Frank was leant against the counter with a coffee in his hands.

As soon as Gerard walked into the room Frank raised an eyebrow and smirked at the boy. His gaze wandered down to his bare, pale legs and Gerard bit his lip softly under Franks intense gaze.

"Oh! Hey, Gee. You're up." Cassie smiled at him before returning to her cereal.

"Uh-y-yeah."

"You want anything?" Frank asked, he hesitantly lifted his gaze up to Franks eyes.

"I-uh-just.. j-just coffee please." He stuttered out shyly, Frank smirked.

"How do you take it?" Gerard swore his voice lowered but it may have just been his imagination.

"B-black, please."

"Ah, same as me. Good boy."

Gerard tried to conceal the whimper attempting to escape from the back of his throat, but he couldn't. He tried his best to disguise it with a cough; Cassie seemed convinced, Frank did not.

"I'm gonna shower, guys. Try not to have too much fun without me." Cassie giggled slightly as she took her bowl and mug to the sink before wandering upstairs.

Gerard could barely look Frank in the eyes after what he had seen last night. All he could picture whenever he looked at him was the way his eyes screwed shut and his cock pulsed between his thick, tattooed fingers. Gerard had to bite his lip once more.

"Here you go, little boy." Frank handed Gerard a baby pink mug full of steaming coffee, their fingers brushing as he took the cup.

"Th-thank you." Gerard blushed.

"Thank you what?"

"Thank you, s-sir." Gerard's blush deepened as he stared into the mug while Frank smirked.

"Good boy."

Gerard took a sip of his scalding coffee in need of a distraction. Of course that was a mistake as the unmistakable feeling of his tongue being burnt consumed his mouth. He grimaced slightly and placed the cup back down onto the table. Frank chuckled and placed two fingers under Gerard's chin.

"Burnt your tongue, sugar?" Gerard just nodded slightly in reply, staring deeply into Franks hazel eyes.

"Want me to kiss it better?"

What Frank said immediately turned Gerard into a spluttering, blushing mess. He had never met someone as forward as Frank.

"I-I.. sir- uh- I-I don't-" Frank chuckled slightly, leaning forward and placing a kiss on Gerard's cheek right by his lips, dangerously close to where Gerard wanted his lips right now.

Frank stepped back and left the room, once again going to the basement. Gerard ran upstairs and got changed quickly then walked home as fast as he could, he sent Cassie a text saying that his mother wanted him home. The close encounter with Frank had honestly just left him flustered beyond belief and he needed to calm himself down before he could ever even think about stepping foot into that house again.