About That Journal (Frerard)

Chapter Two (Journal Entry One)

January 19, 2018

                  Gerard pushes me down on our bed, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling my lips to his. They were soft, slightly chapped at the ends of his thin raspberry colored lips, but wet, taking mine into his mouth hungrily. He held me down now, kissing me as he tore the buttons of my shirt open, forcing it off of me. Not that I minded.           
                       He took off his own shirt, pulling away as he pulled his shirt over his head, smirking at my awestruck expression. Gerard spoke to me, saying something i no longer remember, but it was no doubt something nasty, full of lust. 
             He took off his pants and i looked down at myself, now suddenly only in my boxers. I felt myself blushing as he pushed his body weight down on me, his hand trailing up my chest, tracing the few tattoos i had across my chest at that point. Nothing was said by either of us, which i remember made me nervous, and he shamelessly took off his boxers. It wasn't necessarily like i hadn't seen him naked before, he slept naked in the summer, after insisting on wearing his footie pajamas to bed, and ended up naked and curled up in the sheets by the end of the night. But he was hard, and that was a big difference, no pun intended.
                   He stripped me off my own, and both of us were laid naked in all of our glory on the bed, Gerard above me and panting in want, leaning down and kissing me again. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, where we had some in case we brought someone home with us one night, in which the other room mate would sleep in the couch, and he opened it, one side of his mouth curling upwards.
                         He spread it over himself, and around my entrance, before i insisted i didn't need much prep, we were in college after all, and im a horny boy. Gerard nodded and pushed into me, making my eyes roll back in pain.
                        It burned like hell, but i always loved that. He waited to bottom out, and i wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingertips taking the time to feel the soft, slightly sweaty porcelain skin as my arms reached to his shoulder blades. He started to move, slowly at first, and it seemed to feel better than anything i had ever felt before.
                         I let out several obscene noises, scratching light red marks into his back, feeling his muscles flex over me as he started fucking me quickly,  silently,  but I remember the way he looked at me as I was underneath him,  his pupils blown wide,  and he looked proud of himself,  but full of passion as he held me down and close,  fucking me.
                     It was the best thing I had ever remembered feeling,  and he pressed his his lips against mine again, biting my bottom lip so hard I tasted blood, though I loved it, and- and then I woke up. 
                    I don't know why I feel so at a loss for waking up at that part,  just before wither of us climaxed,  but I should be glad.  I'm not though,  I'm....  I'm disappointed.  God,  what's happening to me?

xofrnk.

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                  Frank finished the writing,  getting yo and sighing g as he read it over,  angrily snapping the black notebook shut.  He rolled his eyes at himself and the ending of that,  going out and hiding it under the literal stack of empty notebooks he had. 
                  Frank laid down again,  pulling the thick warm covers over himself,  yawning.  At least that one was off his chest.  Gerard stirred and rolled over,  instinctively laying an arm over Franks waist,  holding him close,  making Franks stomach erupt with what felt like a million tiny volcanoes.  Frank sighed,  reminding himself again,  over and over in his head that this gesture was nothing romantic.  What was happening to him?