The Madness of Mania (Frerard AU)

Chapter 9

[Gerard's P.O.V]

I climbed off of Frank in order to find a towel at least to clean us off. It had been so long since I had last had sex that I was surprised I even lasted that long. But I wanted to see Frank in that gorgeous, raw and exposed form for as long as I could. The way his skin glistened, the way he was coming undone underneath me from the pleasure I was giving him.

As I returned, he attempted to sit up, but immediately regretted that decision.

"Fuck, you've got a big dick." He breathed out in pain as he tried soothing his lower back.

I laughed at that. "If it helps, I won't fuck you again."

"No, no, no." He immediately brushed me off. "It's fine, don't worry about it. I'll get used to it." To which he laughed as well.

"Now, lets get you cleaned up." I said wiping his stomach with a towel I had found. "I think you need a shower, Frankie." I added, pretending to gag on the stench that really wasn't that bad.

"Hey! Says you." He argued. "And besides, I'll only shower if it's with you."

"Ugh, so needy." I rolled my eyes, followed by a playful smirk. I leaned down to him, placing a love-induced kiss on his lips. His beautiful hazel eyes stared up at me as I pulled away.

"C'mon." I smiled, taking his hand.

With a lot of help, he eventually managed to stand up and walk to the shower with my arm around him. I found it slightly silly really - I was the one with a gunshot wound to the leg, not him, but I guess I did fuck him pretty hard.

I turned the shower on, holding his hand as he walked into the shower too.

I told him to stand under the stream of water first, and I began to wash his hair, massaging the shampoo into his scalp. His eyes fell shut, partially to avoid the stinging of soapy water, partially due to the relaxing feeling.

Once I rinsed his hair, he did the same for me, but as soon as he finished, I pushed him against the shower wall.

How much pleasure could a person endure in one day? I guess there's only one way to find out.

I held my hands to his hips, our crotches rubbing against each other. His arms wrapped round my neck almost instinctively at this point.

"I'm proud of you." I smiled, gazing into his eyes. "For not killing yourself."

He returned the gesture. "Why would I want to when I've got you in my life?"

At that, I kissed him, my lips moulding against his. Despite the situation, there was no lust fuelling our motives, but only love. The long kiss was meaningful and passionate.

As our kiss finally broke, I gazed once again into his eyes. "I love you, Frank." There were no other words that came anywhere close to describing how I felt.

"I love you too, Gerard." He replied with just as much love in his voice.

We stood there for a little while longer; standing in each others arms with our foreheads pressed together. I hummed in happiness - I never wanted to leave him. I wanted to be together forever.

After we finished in the shower, I noticed my bandages had become ineffective - the combination of being worn for a few days and being covered in water had caused them to loosen and fall down my leg, revealing a rather large bruise and of course hole.

I dried my body off, carefully avoiding my injury, before speaking again. "Looks like I'm going to need some new bandages."

Frank followed my eyes, blessing his own with the sight of the slightly infected, bruised and bloody wound. He grimaced.