We're Chasing The Sun (Frerard)

Chapter 25

Gerard worked with all the freedom Frank gave him—stripped him down to his boxers, straddled his hips on the creaky motel bed, and kissed him breathlessly. For all the times he'd wanted to kiss him; he kissed Frank's lips, his neck, his chest. Really exploiting all the freedom he had.

Blood was roaring in his ears; they felt as warm as his cheeks. He let his lips brush Frank's ears briefly as he moved his knee between his thighs. And for the one moment he stopped, Frank groaned, arching his hips and tugging on the fabric of Gerard's shirt. 

"Oh, fuck, Gerard, please, I just need you right now—" Frank mewled and slipped his hands down on Gerard's back to cup his ass, making whiny noises as Gerard went on sucking on a soft spot on his neck. "Please? Like, can you—do you wanna...? Do you actually want to...?"

Gerard went still for a moment, staring clueless and wide-eyed at Frank until he mumbled a soft "Yeah," when he realized that Frank wasn't just moaning incoherent words anymore and he was actually talking to him. Internally, he was hyperventilating, because okay, Frank was kissing him and trying to undress him at the same time and, oh God, that was happening. Like, Frank was looking like he was aching for it, but Gerard had started fussing over, doubtful as to if he could really do this.

Frank was removing Gerard's shirt hastily, hooking a leg around him to draw him even closer, hips rubbing together. He backed off slightly and unbuckled Gerard's jeans, pulling him close into a triumphant kiss immediately after while he was struggling to scramble out of them.

Gerard grunted into Frank's mouth and broke away from a passionate, hard kiss, despite himself.

"Frank—wait, wait, hold on," he finally said and heard Frank whimper in a needy way. "Uh—can you, like, get on top of me? Fuck, I-I can't—Can we switch?"

For a moment, Frank stayed still, staring at him as if he was speaking another language. "You mean, actually on top? But you are supposed to...you don't want this?"

"No! I mean, I do want this, I just," Gerard sighed, resting his forehead on Frank's. "In case you've forgotten or something," he laughed, "I'm a huge virgin."

"So what? First time for everything," Frank cupped his cheek, thinking that Gerard was just insecure again and he could fix that by boosting his confidence. But well, it wasn't as simple as that. 

Gerard sighed again and groaned. "But I-I feel—exposed. Oh my God. That time, back then—w-hen we argued—well, not 'argued' but y'know, y-you said that I was such a bottom and, though that's not entirely true, for now at least, you were right? I mean, you were right. I mean, I'm scared."

"Scared of what?" Frank wondered, frowning. 

"Scared of..." Gerard's voice trailed away as he mused. "Just..."

Eyes examining his all embarrassed and red face, Frank smiled lopsidedly and gave in. "Okay," he consented, not at all opposed to what Gerard was asking of him. He did as he wished and they switched. 

And for a while, he stared down at Gerard, unblinking, and perhaps if Gerard hadn't glanced to the right, Frank might have never even breathed.

His eyes widened when he understood what Gerard was nodding at. He realized, "Oh. Um, right. Yeah. Condom."

"Uh-huh."

"Sorry, I'll just—"

"Yeah. Um. There. Front pocket."

Frank leaned over to fumble in the front pocket of the bag for a condom, instead, finding a box and, good Lord, Mikey had packed them lube too. Like, jeez, little brother's instinct or what?