Who The Fuck Is Frank Iero And Why Does He Want Me?

5. There's A Penis In My Picture Message

A few days later

"I mean...what the fuck do I do?" Gerard asked, eyebrows raised high as he clutched his phone. This was new. So totally new and fuck, it had resulted in him calling his closest friend who understood his need for their meeting to be in the comfort of his basement room.

Gerard felt so shocked. It had happened this morning. He was woken up by the ping of a text. In his sleepy state, he reached out for his phone. Unlocking the screen, he had one eye open, looking at who the fuck had texted him at the ungodly hour of nine sixteen in the morning.

And it was Frank. Frank and a picture message.

Both eyes were open then because fuck, for someone who didn't know what sexting was until the other day, he knew now.

"So this Frank guy, he sent you the picture this morning?" Lindsey asked, sitting in Gerard's swivel chair with her boot clad feet resting on his desk. She was avoiding his art supplies so it was good. If she didn't and put one of her muddy boots on one of Gerard's drawings, all hell would have broken loose.

Gerard just nodded, looking at his phone like his phone had just lost its virginity.

"Let's have a look then." Lindsey said, holding out her hand, chewing gum while she waited patiently to get Gerard's phone.

Gerard sighed, not exactly wanting to give up his phone, especially with what was on his screen. But he had called Lindsey round to help him. He didn't know what the fuck to do, so of course he sighed again, handing his phone over to Lindsey.

Her eyes went wide as she looked at the phone screen. A soft chuckle left her before she looked at Gerard, "That's him?"

"Yeah," Gerard spoke dryly, nodding at her, "That's Frank."

"Cute," Lindsey commented, seeing the black and white panties on the picture Gerard had received this morning, "Didn't know you liked guys who had a thing for women's underwear?"

"I didn't know he had a thing for them either," Gerard admitted, thinking that the thong he saw in the coffee shop was just like a one time thing. Yeah, Gerard hoped that Frank had a thing, and thank god he did because Gerard had to admit, he had a thing for Frank in women's underwear, "But he does. I think he does. I mean, he was wearing pink panties the other night."

"You saw?" Lindsey raised an eyebrow at Gerard, "So why are you freaking out over a picture message from him?"

"This..." Gerard started, wondering if there was a way he could talk about this delicately, even if there wasn't, at least he was trying to be gentle with the situation, "Is this what Mikey told me about? Is this sexting?"

"Well," Lindsey started, chuckling at Gerard before she handed Gerard's phone back to him, "Someone is certainly very happy to text you."

Gerard blushed. Lindsey was looking at him like she was proud of him because she knew what Gerard was like. The loner who would rather stay in his basement bedroom for days on end. No human contact, except for Mikey and his parents. Lindsey was even surprised that Gerard had actually become friends with her. Not in a bad way. It was just that he was always the one at art school that kept to himself, sat in the corner, drawing in his sketchbook. Somehow they became friends over polystyrene cups of coffee in the canteen and well, Gerard was happy that she was his friend. He had at least one friend, especially one who he needed right now as Lindsey tilted her head, squinting her eyes at Gerard's phone screen.

"He's not that big."

"What?" Gerard stuttered, not really understanding what Lindsey was saying. Frank was just fine down there. Gerard wasn't some sort of sizeist.

"He looks....average." Lindsey said, tilting the phone screen which Gerard didn't understand. It wasn't like tilting the phone screen was going to make a difference about the size of the content of the picture.

"Average? What are you talking about?"

"Don't get me wrong," Lindsey spoke, realising she had probably said the wrong thing. This coming from a sizest. This coming from someone who wasn't gay and wasn't trying to figure out why Frank was so interested in him, sending him pictures of his panty covered dick, seeing the definite line of his cock through the very thin and delicate lingerie, "He looks thick, but I wouldn't say he is packing."

"Oh god, he is though." Gerard said, realising that he was standing up for Frank's dick. Not that he needed to stand up for it. It was a great dick. Gerard liked it and now that he had seen it and had a hand around it, he was pretty fucking fond of it, especially since Frank appeared to want him to be really interested in it.

That was what Gerard still didn't get. Why was this insanely hot punk looking guy into him? Why was he sending pictures of himself like this?

"But do you see his cock as like, the kind of cock that you can see yourself riding?" Lindsey questioned, throwing Gerard's phone back onto the bed next to him. He grabbed it, looking at the picture again like, shit, that had been sent to him. But to be honest, Gerard was just stuttering as he looked at Lindsey, her question making his cheeks heat up.

"I....I mean, maybe. But that's not what we are talking about now. This Lindsey," Gerard waved his phone at her with desperation in his voice, "What the fuck do I do?"

"Well for a start," Lindsey sighed, "Reply?"

Gerard groaned, "But what do I say? This isn't just a hi, how are you text. There is a penis in my picture message."

Gerard didn't have time to reply. He didn't have time for Lindsey to tell him what to say to Frank because his phone pinged in his hand. Gerard yelped a little, not expecting Frank to text him again before he replied. But he had and Gerard read the message, ignoring how Lindsey had moved, looking over Gerard's phone to see what had come through.

You like what you see? xo

"Well?" Lindsey raised an eyebrow at Gerard, "Do you?"

"Of course," Gerard nodded a little more eagerly than intended, "I just don't know what to say."

"Just tell him that you like what you see. You wanna be all up in his pantie covered business." Lindsey smirked, sitting back on Gerard's chair, folding her arms across her chest.

Gerard blushed, avoiding eye contact with Lindsey for a second. He knew she was smirking because of what he had to do. Gerard was not used to doing this, texting people if they liked the looks of the penis they saw in the picture message they had been sent. Gerard knew she was watching him as he slowly tapped at his phone screen, finally replying.

Thank god Frank didn't have Imessage or he would have seen when Gerard first saw the picture. He would have seen the delay in replying as Gerard texted Lindsey, telling her to get the fuck over to his place, and pick him up a large take out latte before she got to him. He would have seen how long it took for Gerard to finally build up the courage to reply to Frank.

Of course he wanted to be all up in Frank's pantie covered business. It was just, this. Gerard had never exactly done anything over a phone. Sexting, as Mikey had so rightly put it, if this was that.

Yeah, I do x

Gerard set his phone down on the bed, running his hands through his greasy hair. He considered washing it, actually having a shower which was a rarity for Gerard. But he remembered how Frank had said that he liked his hair like that. Greasy and just, Gerard didn't get it. Why would someone like hair that probably had that days old funky smell to it? There had to be something, Gerard didn't know what that something was and he really wondered if he wanted to actually know what it was. What if it was some weird kinky shit that Gerard didn't know was actually a kink? He considered asking Lindsey, trying to figure the fuck out about Frank and his possible kinkiness, but he didn't have time to ask as his phone pinged on his bed, lighting up for a second.

"What did he say?" Lindsey asked, assuming that Frank was the one who had made Gerard's phone sing and light up.

I'm at work now, but do you wanna hang out later? Would love to see you xo

"He wants to know if I want to see him after work," Gerard told her, reading the message as he did, "Apparently he would love to see me."

"You've got to see him." Lindsey declared.

"Why?" Gerard asked like he was considering not seeing Frank. Of course he wanted to see him though. It was Frank. This bright spark of craziness that had come into his life, Gerard really wanted to see him.

"Okay...well first, he sent you a picture of his dick. He is obviously into you," Lindsey started listing, holding a finger up as she listed, "He wants to see you. He would love to see you. You need human contact. He wants to see you. Gee, this guy is into you."

Gerard smiled at that. Someone, this Frank guy with the surname he could barely pronounce, was possibly into him. What they had done before was an obvious sign that Frank was into him. His couldn't just be a fling if Frank was saying that he would love to see him.

"Okay," Gerard nodded as he typed back a message, "I'll see him."

What time do you finish?

"You gonna have a shower?" Lindsey asked, looking at Gerard and his outfit that had a serious amount of paint stains on it. She also wondered when he had last done laundry. There was a pile of clothes in the corner of his room that really looked like it hadn't been washed for a while, "Change your outfit?"

But Gerard personally thought that his outfit was fine. His jeans, shirt and hoodie were the cleanest items of clothing he had. Plus, Frank had his thing. Gerard learnt this after he had washed his hair for the second time he saw Frank, "Nah. What I'm wearing is fine. Plus...he's oddly into my hair being greasy and just, I dunno."

"Oh...one of those is he?"

"What do you mean one of those?" Gerard frowned, not knowing what Lindsey meant.

"So innocent." Lindsey chuckled, shaking her head. She knew what she meant. That was if Frank was what she thought he was.

"Tell me what you mean." Gerard whined, wanting to know what he was getting himself into. He already kind of knew. Frank seemed to be a very sexually driven guy. Gerard wasn't complaining about that. He hadn't exactly been with anyone in a while so with Frank being so wired and so into him and into sex, Gerard wanted it just as much as Frank did.

"Let's just say," Lindsey started, trying to pick her words carefully, "By the sounds of it...he's not exactly...vanilla."

"What do you mean vanilla?" Gerard asked, really wanting to know what in the world was going on. He wanted to know what Lindsey meant. Gerard didn't want to be in the dark about this. He wanted to know so he was prepared, "What do you mean by not exactly? Lindsey?"

---

Several texts later, a possible change of clothes later, a pep talk from Lindsey later because Gerard was nervous and the bus journey later, Gerard was where Frank had told him to meet him. Outside of Ladlow's supermarket. Gerard never took Frank as the kind of guy who worked in a supermarket. He looked like the kind of guy who would probably be in a band. A lead singer who screamed into a mic, or a guitarist who had enough energy to bounce around the stage for an entire set. Frank didn't look like the kind of guy who would stack shelves or stand behind a check out for a very basic living, but Gerard wasn't one to judge people and their career choices. Maybe Frank enjoyed it. Maybe it paid the bills. Or maybe he just needed the job to live.

It made Gerard think about how he needed a job as he inhaled on the cigarette he was having while he waited for Frank to clock off. Gerard was an adult, maybe he wasn't as typical adult with a nine to five job that brought him in a healthy amount of money. The thought of living off of his parents was enough to make him cringe. Even Mikey had a job in a music shop. Gerard was unemployed and he wondered if he was even employable, but the thought left his mind as he flicked ash off his cigarette, watching the automatic doors of the supermarket open.

Gerard couldn't help the butterflies inside of him as he watched Frank walk out of the store. He looked tired, unaware that Gerard was there for a moment as he pushed a cigarette to his lips, fumbling for a lighter in his jeans.

His actual jeans. Skinny black jeans that looked sinful to Gerard on Frank. They clung to his legs perfectly and his ass just, Gerard couldn't help his eyes wandering and looking at Frank's ass.

He was very interested in it after all.

Plus Gerard was very curious about the fact that Frank had sent him the picture message this morning. Was he still wearing the panties that he had been wearing in the picture message? Did he wear panties to work, or did he just wear them on special occasions? Gerard really wanted to know as he watched Frank pull his lighter from his jeans, putting it to his cigarette, lighting it and inhaling on the cigarette.

Frank pulled the cigarette away from his lips, exhaling a plume of smoke before he looked around, spotting Gerard, smiling at him, "Hey! You found the place okay?"

"Yeah," Gerard nodded, "Pretty sure my mom buys groceries from here."

Frank laughed at that, "Pretty sure everyone's mom shops here. Mine does. Staff discount when I'm on shift."

Gerard laughed softly at that, not knowing what to say because small talk wasn't his thing and it was Frank who looked ridiculously hot to him. Even in his work shirt, he looked good. It was a horrible green colour, cheap shitty fabric that Frank wore, but somehow he wore the shirt well. The sleeves were rolled part way up, exposing ink that Gerard didn't know Frank had. He had spotted the halloween on his fingers and the scorpion on his neck, but the sleeve which looked incomplete on his arm was new to Gerard. It looked good. Frank looked hotter and hotter the more Gerard found new tattoos on him.

"You wanna go?" Frank asked, pointing down the side of the shop at the car park. Gerard assumed that he had obviously driven. Frank drives. It was another thing that Gerard learnt about him right now as he followed Frank into the car park, "Wanna grab some food? I'm fucking starving."

"Yeah, sure." Gerard shrugged, watching Frank pull a set of keys from his pocket, pressing a button on the key fob before a car's headlights blinked, signalling that he had unlocked it.

It was a beat up car. Not that Gerard judged a person on the state of their mode of transport. This was the guy who walked, or took a bus, or begged one of his parents to drive him to where he needed to be. At least Frank had a car. He wasn't broke and in need of a serious amount of driving lessons to get him road legal. Gerard couldn't drive and he didn't want to learn to drive. Being in control of heavy machinery, that terrified Gerard.

He just watched Frank open up the driver's door of the car as Gerard walked round to the passenger side of the car. Frank climbed in and Gerard did the same, opening up the passenger door before he got in.

Gerard was immediately greeted with the footwell of rubbish. Empty soda cans, food and fast food wrappers, discarded CD cases, phone charger. Gerard felt bad for putting his feet right into Frank's stuff and rubbish, but the car really wasn't just a beat up state on the outside, it was a mess on the inside too.

"Sorry about the mess," Frank blushed, reaching into the footwell and pulling out everything before throwing it into the back of his car, littering the back seats with what had been in Gerard's way, "I don't usually have many passengers. I only drive to and from work."

"You were at work early," Gerard commented when Frank mentioned work. Gerard wasn't being nosey. He just noticed how early Frank had texted him. The picture message had come through at an hour that Gerard thought was ungodly. No one should have been awake at that hour. But Frank was, "Your text..." Gerard stuttered, not wanting to mention the content of the message because of course Frank had to be the first ever person to send him a picture of his cock, "You...you sent it really early. I was still asleep when you sent it."

"Yeah," Frank nodded, "I worked first delivery today. Five am start. Fucking brutal."

Five am. Gerard couldn't even remember the last time he had seen five am. It was probably when he went to Paris with his art school. He had to be up at four am and really, he despised being up that early, considering it the middle of the night as he dragged his luggage to the airport, sipping on the possible eighth cup of coffee he needed to fuel him. But he did it. He saw five am in an airport waiting lounge and fuck, he never wanted to see five am after that ever again.

"That's too early."

Frank nodded, pushing the key into the ignition, turning and starting the car, "So...did you like what I sent this morning?"

It was Gerard's turn to blush then because the questioning was about one thing. The thing that Gerard had got Lindsey round to his basement bedroom to discuss when he had woke up. The one thing that Gerard had had no experience with before. Who sent pictures of their dick anyway? Well, Frank obviously, but of course Gerard had never experienced it before. He was new to it and merely chewed on his bottom lip as he thought of what to say.

Repeat what he had said in the text reply to Frank this morning. He was telling the truth this morning so it was okay just to say it again.

"Yeah," Gerard nodded, "I did."

"You said that this morning," Frank laughed dryly, hoping that Gerard meant what he had texted this morning and what he had repeated now, "You didn't say much else either."

"But I did like it, just..." Gerard started, trying to pick the right words as Frank pulled out of the car park, turning down the road, "I've never exactly received one of those before. Did you send it from...work?"

Frank nodded, "I got bored on my coffee break and..."

"Oh." Gerard spoke, looking down at his hands like, he was trying to process how someone could just sit on their coffee break at work thinking, hey, I know what I should do...take a picture of my dick and send it to the guy I'm into.

That was if Gerard believed what Lindsey said, and she had been the one to say that Frank was into Gerard. He just still didn't get how someone like Frank could be into someone like him.

"So do you wanna like..." Frank started, switching on the indicator before turning down a road, "Do something after food?"

"Something?" Gerard raised an eyebrow at Frank, wondering what that something was. Hang out? Watch a movie? Make out more? Something more than making out? Frank chuckled to himself, looking at Gerard briefly before looking back at the road.

"There's a Wendy's over in Hamilton. You up for Wendy's?" Frank asked, ignoring what Gerard had asked because it should have been pretty obvious what he was on about. What with what they had done and what Frank wanted to do and especially what he had done in the staff locker room very early this morning, work jeans unbuttoned as he angled his phone, getting the best picture to send to Gerard. The picture that was practically screaming out look at what you are doing to me?

Gerard's mouth opened because Frank had ignored his question, but he closed it. Maybe Frank wasn't ready to reveal what he had planned for them. Maybe he just wanted to keep Gerard in the dark for a little bit longer and then surprise him.

As long as nothing happened in a Wendy's car park. Gerard liked to believe he had a little class when it came to all things sexual.

No, Gerard had never had sex or done anything sexual in a car, or even a car park. Not that he would say no to Frank if all of a sudden he looked to him saying, fuck me in my car, but still, Gerard liked to believe he had some etiquette when it came to sex and where it all happened for him.

"Wendy's it is then." Frank declared since Gerard hadn't protested against it, turning the car down another road as it wasn't just Wendy's that he had on his mind when he glanced at Gerard.

---

They pulled into the car park of the place Frank had been craving so much. He didn't understand why he wanted it so much. It was just food and Frank didn't want to have to drive too far. If he had just gone home to eat then there probably wouldn't have been anything in the fridge to eat. Frank hadn't done any shopping in the past few days so yeah, maybe he was a little more inclined to eat out after work today. Plus he had Gerard in the passenger seat. He had company. The kind of company Frank admired in his passenger seat as he killed the engine of his car in a parking space, inhaling on his cigarette as his other hand rested loosely on the steering wheel.

Gerard too was smoking, nearly done smoking actually. He had under half a cigarette left to smoke which he had pinched from Frank when he opened up his pack of cigarettes. His eyes wandered over the traffic that was passing by them as they sat in the car in the car park, finishing off his smoke, totally unaware that Frank was watching him, totally admiring him.

"Why are you so pretty?" Frank breathed out, the magnitude of his question just making him exhale a sigh before shaking his head.

"You keep saying this," Gerard smirked, knowing full well that he was most likely blushing at Frank's question, "But I really am not."

"You are," Frank insisted, taking a drag on his smoke, holding the smoke in for a second as he looked at Gerard before he blew it out of his cracked open car window, "Jesus Gee. You really are like, I don't get it."

"Don't get what?"

"You, like...guys aren't supposed to be pretty. Guys are supposed to be rugged and handsome and all this bullshit," Frank started, reminding Gerard of what he had said the last time they had been together, "But you are just...wow."

"I'm really not wow." Gerard insisted, knowing full well that he was wearing not exactly the cleanest outfit. His hair was greasy and he hadn't had a shower this morning so he wasn't exactly looking his best.

"Fine," Frank groaned, "You win. But only because I could go on all day about how pretty you are, and if I did, I wouldn't be able to eat. I mean, this is the whole fucking purpose of me driving here. You are a bonus."

"Bonus?"

"An amazing bonus," Frank smiled, flicking his dead cigarette out of the car window. He turned in his seat a little, the leather underneath him creaked a little as he smiled at Gerard. Frank edged a little closer to Gerard seeing the cigarette that was still pinched between his fingers, "You gonna finish that or throw it?"

"Why?" Gerard asked, but he got it the moment Frank rolled his eyes at him. He pulled the cigarette that was practically finished from Gerard's fingers, flicking it out of the crack in his window because there were far more important things to do other than smoking.

And Gerard learnt why Frank wanted him to not be smoking right now as he leant across the gap, one hand resting on the dashboard for support as his other hand slid into Gerard's hair. Franks lips pressed against Gerard's, kissing tentatively and gently to start off with, but as Frank's fingers felt the grease in Gerard's hair, he groaned, deepening the kiss.

Gerard felt how eager Frank got, especially as his fingers tightened in his hair. Gerard really did wonder if Frank had a thing for hair or something like, he was the one who told Gerard that he liked his hair when it was dirty. That was odd, but his hands were always in Gerard's hair. It was like he was obsessed with his long black hair. Always touching it, always complimenting it, always with the compliments.

"God I love kissing you," Frank groaned against Gerard's lips before he tugged on his bottom lip, sucking on it and making Gerards insides start to knot up, "Such a good kisser."

Gerard's eyes were closed as Frank said that into their kiss, but he still rolled his eyes behind his lids because that's all Frank said. Like a broken record. Such a good kisser, so pretty. It was always the same. Not that Gerard was complaining. He loved hearing it, just, maybe Gerard wanted to hear something like I like you, be my boyfriend? Or take me out on a date or something or even, which Gerard had maybe imagined Frank saying to him, I wanna have sex with you.

Gerard knew he wanted to do more things with Frank, but he wasn't confident enough to admit to him that he liked him enough to want to get naked with him. There was no confident streak that meant that Gerard could admit he had pictured having sex with Frank recently. They had done stuff, or at least make outs and hand jobs. That seemed enough for Gerard to want to have sex with Frank because Frank had a great dick and maybe Gerard wanted it in him in some way.

Mouth, ass, he wasn't fussy. He just wanted to be able to go further with Frank.

The kissing was good though. Gerard would never say that it wasn't because Frank was always so into wanting to be attached to Gerard like this. Frank was a good kisser too, especially with the way the cool lip ring pressed against Gerard's lip, or the way his tongue would slide right against Gerard's or his teeth would just graze lip with the right pressure to make Gerard vocal as they kissed. If anything, Frank was the good kisser out of the two of them. He was always the one who wanted to kiss Gerard. Not that Gerard didn't want to kiss Frank. He did. He liked being connected to Frank like that, it was just, Frank always beat him to the punch when it came to who started which make out session this time.

It was always Frank. That never changed.

Gerard kind of forgot where the two of them were for a moment. He was so wrapped up in how good the kiss was that when he felt a hand slipping between his legs and cupping at his crotch, he was brought right back into reality, remembering that the two of them were actually in Frank's car, parked up in the car park of the Wendy's that they had driven to. He gasped, groaning as Frank squeezed, massaging him through his jeans before Gerard broke the kiss, eyes opening and looking at Frank with fear in his eyes.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Gerard stuttered out, unable to stop how his body reacted to Frank's touch. His hips rolling every time Frank squeezed him in just the right way that had Gerard's mind unravelling because of what was happening right now.

"Wanna..." Frank started, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it as he looked down at where his hand was, watching how he was getting Gerard to react to his touch.

"Wanna?" Gerard mimicked, trying to hold it all together while his hand gripped onto something, anything, the little pocket in the passenger door as he bucked against Frank's hand almost involuntarily.

"I said I wanted to blow you the other night," Frank reminded Gerard, looking at him with a glint in his eyes, "I was too stoned to do it the other night, but now..."

Gerard realised what was possibly about to happen and his mind raced at the idea of Frank blowing him. Gerard wanted it, but he worried. He knew that Frank couldn't blow him in the car park of Wendy's. They were so out in the open as a stream of traffic was going past them not too far away. Plus there was the diner right behind them. Also there was the pharmacy that was beyond Wendy's. This couldn't happen right now. It wasn't a good idea to do this right now. What if someone came up to the car, rapping on the passenger window to see Gerard in the passenger seat with Frank's mouth wrapped around his cock.

They could get into so much trouble if they got caught.

"You can't do that right now," Gerard spoke quickly, "We could get caught."

"Doesn't that make it more exciting?" Frank said, kissing Gerard's cheek before he gave his growing erection a firm squeeze, making Gerard choke out a moan as Frank's fingers gripped him through his jeans.

It was a turn on, Gerard had to admit. Plus, even if he said no to Frank, saying that it would have to wait until they got back to one of their places, Frank most likely wasn't going to listen to a word Gerard said. He hadn't listened now as Frank's fingers found the zip on Gerard's jeans, tugging it down slowly.

"You can't blow me in a Wendy's car park." Gerard continued, trying to get Frank to slow down or stop. Gerard just needed to get Frank to wait until they had eaten and then they could go back to Gerard's place, or even to Franks. It didn't matter where they went, as long as Gerard got his dick sucked at some point, that was all he cared about now that Frank had brought it back up.

"I'm gonna." Frank said so surely as he slipped his hand into Gerard's boxers, moving the elastic so he could pull Gerard free and have his growing erection out in the open for him to see and admire.

And admire he did. Frank didn't get a proper good look at Gerard the other night. He had been too stoned to focus and just look at what he had in his hand as he tugged Gerard off. But now he could just look and his eyes went wide at the length he had pulled out of Gerard's boxers, licking his bottom lip because Jesus, Gerard was bigger than he thought and Frank honestly couldn't wait to get his mouth around it.

Gerard pinched his eyes shut, pretending that he wasn't currently in a fast food chains car park with a guy who was interested in him sliding his hand up and down his cock, looking at it like it was some sort of gift for him. Maybe it was for Frank, maybe this was like Christmas and his birthday rolled into one right now because this was what he wanted to do. He couldn't wait until the two of them were behind closed doors. He wanted to do this now.

And technically they were behind closed doors. Closed car doors. That was enough for Frank right now as his hand gripped the base of Gerard's cock, holding it up and steady as he dipped down.

Gerard wanted to stop Frank and tell him that no, this was not happening right now and that Frank would have to wait. But words failed Gerard the moment he felt tongue lapping at the tip of his cock. He could feel Franks hot breath against his skin which made goosebumps pop up on him. Gerard's head knocked back against the headrest on his seat, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Frank continued to lick at the tip of his cock.

A moan caught in Frank's throat because he knew what he was doing and he knew exactly where he was doing it. The possibility of him being caught with Gerard's cock in his mouth made Frank want this more. It was the idea of being seen or being caught doing this that turned him on, his work jeans growing tighter as he shifted in his seat to get a better angle on Gerard.

And even though Gerard was somewhat against the idea of things happening in a car, or in a Wendy's car park for that matter, he was not going to stop Frank right now as he wrapped his lips around the head of his cock. Warm, wet heat enveloped Gerard. His breathing faltered, hips stuttering as Frank sunk down slowly, taking Gerard into his mouth.

Gerard's hands instantly tangled into Frank's hair, gripping onto a chunk of growing out blonde and a chunk of the black length that was on top of his head. Frank groaned, vibrating around Gerard as he moved up and down his cock, loving how Gerard was holding onto him so tightly. Loving how every now and again Gerard would just push his head down gently, controlling him to a degree.

But in Frank's head it wasn't enough. It was because this was happening and it was incredible and Gerard was loving it, but there was the part of Frank that wanted Gerard to still him, hold him place and just use his mouth. Push in and make Frank take it all into the back of his mouth.

Gerard was being too careful though. His hips bucked up, but only slightly, not far enough and Frank knew he was going to have to take the matter into his own hands, or mouth for that matter.

Gerard's mind whited out when Frank took him further into his mouth, as far as possible before Frank's nose brushed against Gerard's pubes. He held for a second, feeling Gerard shudder and listening to him moan. Frank pulled off when his gag reflex took over, gasping for air while his eyes watered.

Frank loved this. He liked to believe that he was good at doing this. He hadn't been told otherwise, so of course he took more pleasure in sucking someone off. The thing was, Frank actually enjoyed it. Sometimes people just went through the motions with oral because oral was just like foreplay to them. It was a build up before sex. But Frank actually really liked doing this. It wasn't just teasing and preparation to Frank. It was a whole other act that he just couldn't get enough of.

Plus he was doing it to Gerard which was just enough for Frank to wish he could have a hand in his jeans as he blew him. This moment had Frank aching in his jeans, shifting on the seat to try and alleviate the throb, but he couldn't and that just heightened everything so much more.

He could smell Gerard. He smelled like day old shower gel and sweat and what smelled like Lynx and just pure sex. The smell was intoxicating for him. Frank couldn't get enough of it as he pulled up and bobbed his head down again, groaning around the stretch and weight of Gerard in his mouth.

"Jesus," Gerard breathed out, fingers tightening their grip in Frank's hair, eyes on the line of spit that ran from Frank's mouth to his cock. Gerard enjoyed the moment, savouring just how good Frank looked before he did it again, pushing him right to the back of his mouth, "Fuck."

Gerard kind of wished he had been a little more insistent about Frank going down on him the other night. If he knew that this was how it was going to go when Frank went down on him then Gerard would have wanted it more than anything. He could feel Frank trying to keep relaxed around him, bobbing up and down as the flat of his tongue ran along the near underside of his cock. This was exceptional. By far the best blow job Gerard had ever had, easily. He had watched this kind of stuff in porn, he had imagined someone doing it to him, but it had never happened to him. Just quick and shitty oral was all Gerard had ever experienced. The last blow job he had ever received, not that he had been thinking about it, had been poor. Not exactly something that was memorable.

But this was. Gerard didn't want to forget this. He wanted Frank to do this more often. It was like he actually enjoyed doing it. It wasn't just some sexual chore to Frank as he changed it up, hand pumping his length while he kept his mouth around the head, tongue licking at the slit.

"Fuck," Gerard choked out as heat started to pool and tighten inside of him. So close already. Gerard wanted this to last, but with how Frank was and most likely where it was happening, he wasn't going to last long. The idea of being caught turned Gerard on more and had him pushing up into Frank's mouth, "I'm gonna come."

Frank whimpered around Gerard when he tasted bitter precome on his tongue. It spurred him on to push Gerard over the edge, hand sliding up and down his length as Frank focussed on the tip, sucking on it and rolling his tongue over it.

Gerard felt like he was going to break apart at any second. Blow jobs were blow jobs, and then Frank just had to go and go down on him in a car park. Not that the car park mattered anymore. Gerard didn't give a shit about where he was right now as his insides rippled and his hips stuttered. His hands tightened in Frank's hair, making him whine at the pain. It rung out from his scalp, going straight for his cock before Gerard broke.

He shattered against the seat, body tensing as his orgasm ripped through him. Gerard forgot how to breathe for a second, strangled choking moans escaped him while Frank groaned, feeling come streaking his tongue.

Gerard was so lost in the moment as he looked down at Frank, mouth still around his cock, swallowing around him, savouring every last drop. It was a sight. Gerard couldn't function properly and his eyesight was a little fuzzy while he tried to breathe, moaning as he became over sensitive, hips twitching uncontrollably as Frank continued to work him.

Eventually Frank pulled off, gasping for air as he sat up, wiping his mouth dry. He looked at Gerard briefly, a smile on his lips as he licked them, so turned on and wanting his own release that fuck, Frank couldn't wait. He was aching in his jeans, aching to touch himself because he was so close already, turned on by having Gerard in his mouth. Turned on by Gerard's own orgasm that fuck where they were right now. Frank needed this so badly as his fingers went for the button and zip on his jeans, ripping them open, pushing his jeans down a little and showing off what Gerard had hoped Frank was still wearing.

There was the black panties from the picture message. He had worn them to work which made Gerard so fucking happy. The fabric stretched against his erection. If Gerard wasn't so wiped out from his own orgasm, he would have been reaching for Frank, wanting to replicate what had happened to him. Not that Gerard had the same skill as Frank. He had never received a blow job as intense as that one before. It had knocked him down a peg or two as Gerard tried to recover, but Frank wasn't pushing for Gerard to go down on him. No, that could wait. Frank was happy to wait for that. All he needed now was just to come and Frank was so sure that he was going to make it happen as he palmed himself through his panties, cock aching and body rolling against his own hand as he touched himself.

"God you're so perfect Gee," Frank moaned as his eyes fluttered shut, focusing on his hand on his cock, wanting to come right now. Right now wasn't going to happen, but it was imminent. He knew just how wound up he was, feeling the wet spot of precome on his panties, "Gonna make me come."

Gerard's eyes were on the panties because they were so hot on Frank. So delicate and pretty on him. Plus right now was so hot too. Frank was touching himself, bringing himself off right in front of Gerard. It was like his own private show. Gerard could just imagine what Frank was like behind closed doors. Turned on and wanting to touch himself. Everything was just so much more because Gerard had his eyes locked on Frank, watching him roll his hips against his hand. He gripped himself and Frank's breathing stuttered, his hips lurched and the strangled moan that left him was music to Gerard's ears. How the hell he had ended up being able to watch Frank bring himself off in his own car, Gerard would never know. He felt like pinching himself to make sure that he hadn't been dreaming up this whole experience.

But he knew he wasn't dreaming as Frank's free hand gripped onto the steering wheel. His mouth hung open while he gripped his cock beneath the fabric of his panties. So there as he moaned. So there as he thumbed at the wet spot at the head of his cock. So there as he threw his head back against the headrest of his seat, losing himself in the moment as he cracked and came right there.

His body convulsed, chest heaving as he tried to breathe through his orgasm. Come spurted against his panties, leaking out and down his cock. Frank was still pumping himself, explicit noises leaving his mouth as he carried on through his orgasm, after his orgasm, leaving himself over sensitive and his hips fighting against his over firing nerves. Franks instinct was to let go, he was spent, but it felt too good to stop. He was still reeling, savouring every moment of his release before it did become too much. His hips bucked once more against his hand before his hand went limp, letting go and dropping against his thigh.

"That was so hot," Gerard broke the silence, still looking at Frank as he tried to recover. He chuckled, wiping his hand against his jeans where it was a little sticky before he looked at Gerard with lazy eyes, "So hot."

Gerard broke the gap between them, pulling Frank in for a kiss, a slow, tired kiss because both of them were spent and so wiped out, but if Frank had the energy as his lips moved in sync with Gerard's, he would still tell him how he was such as good kisser. That was one thing that Frank would never get over.

"Do you think anyone saw us?" Gerard asked nervously when he pulled away from Frank, relaxing into the passenger seat before he rearranged himself and did his jeans back up.

"I don't give a fuck if anyone saw us," Frank spoke, voice drained as he too did his jeans back up, "Had to do that."

"Had to?" Gerard chuckled, "You couldn't wait?"

"I can never wait when you are with me," Frank admitted with a smile, "You're too good to waste time with."

Gerard awwed at that because maybe Frank was into him. Maybe Lindsey was right this morning. Maybe Frank did like him to a degree that one day he would ask Gerard to be his boyfriend. But that question didn't leave Frank just yet as he patted down his jeans, feeling his wallet in his pocket before he pulled the keys from the ignition.

"You still up for food?" Frank asked, looking out of the window at the Wendy's they were parked up at like nothing pornographic had just happened between them, "I'm really starving now."