Welcome Home, You Fantastic Bastard (Frerard)

2 - I'm So Dirty, Babe

Originally, I thought that the previous night was pretty eventful and chaotic. I had been released from prison, and I walked all the way to Gerard's apartment building to reunite with him, only to find out that he was still pissed off at me. But somehow, I managed to get to his soft side, and he broke down crying in my arms. But today, may have been even... odder.

I woke up in Gerard's noiseless apartment, which confused me slightly at first due to normally waking up trapped inside prison walls, surrounded by tons of other people. Not only that, but I felt a heavy weight on top of me, which I soon figured out to be Gerard, judging by all of the blinding red hair on his head. At first, I passed this off as normal, but then I remembered something- Gerard and I weren't in any sort of romantic relationship anymore. So why the fuck was he sleeping on top of me?

I stared at him a while with fascination until a familiar urge came over me. As gently as possible, I attempted to play with his hair without waking him. In the past, I used to love doing that before he woke up. I suppose it was kind of creepy, but I never really had anything else to do. Especially currently, considering that I was trapped underneath him.

It was just so tempting... especially now that he had it dyed such a vibrant red. Unfortunately though, I forgot how light of a sleeper Gerard was, and he almost immediately woke up to my touch. He looked up from where he was resting his head on my chest with sleepy eyes. He didn't seem to be confused about the situation like I was, but maybe he just hadn't realized what was going on yet.

"Fuck, I'm sore," he groaned, putting his head back down on my chest. Oh shit, he didn't mean- Had we already gotten back together? I didn't remember doing anything last night...

"Wait, you don't mean we.... did I... you know-"

"No Frank, you didn't fuck me last night," Gerard replied with a small chuckle, "I meant I'm sore from sleeping in an awkward position on top of you all night".

"Oh," I said, feeling embarrassed for jumping to such a ridiculous conclusion. "How did you end up sleeping on top of me anyways?"

"Well, last night you led me to the couch and comforted me for a while, and I guess we both just kind of fell asleep," Gerard explained. "Nothing too crazy".

"Huh, that's right," I replied. "How cute".

Gerard smiled at me in response. I really did miss waking up to him. The years I had spent in prison were lonely and depressing. I used to hope that Gerard would come to visit me eventually, but he never did. I never really hated him for it though. After a while, I began to understand why he felt the way he did towards me. I had truly hurt him. Not physically, but emotionally, and I was so fucking lucky he somehow forgave me for it. 

Gerard noticed I had gotten lost in my thoughts and quickly decided to pull me out from them by using an interesting method, to say the least. Catching me completely off guard, he let out a loud, sexy moan. 

"What the hell was that for?" I asked, laughing somewhat nervously. Honestly, he had slightly startled me, but I had to give him credit- his method worked.

"Don't act stupid Frankie," he smirked, "I know you love hearing me moan like your little slut".

"Fuck, Gerard, s-stop it". I managed to spit out flirtatiously, feeling myself turn red in the face again. Twice now, he had caught me off guard, but I wasn't about to complain about it. Gerard ignored me anyway and sat up on top of me. Slowly, he slid his hand up my thigh and started touching me through my jeans, causing my breathing to pick up.

"It's been so lonely without you," he whispered seductively while staring me straight in the eyes.  He quickly unbuttoned my pants to slid them off, and then went back to touching me. "I've been having to do everything myself". He bit his lip as he began to pick up his pace with touching me.

"Aw, you poor thing. It must've been so hard for you," I teased, resulting in Gerard immediately letting go of me and giving me a look of serious annoyance. Shit, who knew he'd take a little joke so seriously. Suddenly, he climbed off of me and left the room, which I had initially thought was a bad thing, but oh, was I wrong. 

As I was beginning to put my jeans back on, assuming I had fucked up my unpredicted chance to have sex with Gerard for the first time in years, he surprisingly walked back into the room, but this time he was completely naked, with a bottle of lube in his hand.

"I'd leave those off if I was you," he commented with another smirk. I watched him intensely as he made his way over to the couch and pinned me back down to it. "I'm not done with you yet".

"Wait a minute, since when do you t-"

"Shut your mouth Iero- just you wait. I'm going to prove to you I really can do things on my own," he snapped at me playfully. I decided to go along with him, even though I didn't understand how this would work out in my favor. Normally, I was the one in charge, so I wasn't sure I liked whatever he had planned.

Lubing up his fingers, Gerard began fingering himself whilst sitting on top of me once again. I tried my best to patiently watch him, even as I felt myself getting hard from the show he was putting on for me. His moans were so desperate, and he honestly wasn't wrong earlier when he said that I enjoyed them.

Soon after, he rubbed lube onto me as well, and I finally began to have an idea of where he was going. But before I knew it, he was pressing his lips against mine, creating a passionate kiss that I had been longing for for years. As the kiss became more aggressive, so did I. I tugged harshly at his hair and bit his lip, which led to more hot moans out of him. 

Eventually, he pulled away, yet he still left me wanting more. Luckily for me, he wasn't near being done yet. Slowly, he lowered himself onto me, and I felt a wave of pleasure rush through me as I entered him. He let out a small whimper as he sat himself down all the way, but soon began riding me back and forth. He had never done this to me before, and even though he was physically on top, I actually was enjoying every second of it, because honestly, I barely had to put any effort in.

"Am I tight, Frankie? I've been saving myself for you," Gerard asked, suddenly.

"Gerard, quit talking like that. I can't punish you for it," I whinned. 

Gerard only smirked in response and began to pick up his pace, switching from riding me back and forth, bouncing up and down, and swiveling his hips around. Everything he did felt absolutely amazing, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to finishing every time he let out one of his high-pitched moans from getting penetrated by me in just the right spot. 

After a while, I found myself touching Gerard too, bringing him even more pleasure due to me finally giving him attention where he really needed it. Soon enough, I felt myself getting to the point where I really couldn't go on much longer, and Gerard sensed it, so he began fucking himself harder with me, trying to help. 

"Fuck, fuck, Gerard!" I yelled, grabbing ahold of Gerard tightly, and releasing myself into him, causing him to moan loudly. He began to slow down a bit, as I rubbed him harder than I had been previously. His moaning only seemed to get higher and higher, until he cried out and released himself onto me. 

I stopped touching him as he pulled me out of him and collapsed onto me, breathing heavily. I ran my hand through his stringy, bright hair, as I listened to his breathing return to normal, and eventually slow to a pace that informed me that he had fallen asleep. I laughed quietly to myself. I guess the poor guy wore himself out.