Frerard smut.

Part 5

They had just finished filming the music video for I'm Not Okay, and they were exhausted. They tiredly trudged back to the hotel room they were staying in for the night, Frank and Gerard sharing a room of course.

"I think they made me say 'I am the master of the wicket' more times than I've ever said my own name." Gerard muttered as he unlocked the door to their shared hotel room.

"These fucking school uniforms are so uncomfortable. I need this off." Frank said as he almost tore the buttons of his scratchy costume. Gerard had already (more carefully) started to remove his outfit.

When he was down to his tight boxers, Frank couldn't help but stare. He had impure thoughts about his bandmate a lot, in fact they both did. As Gerard started to slip off his underwear, revealing his private area to Frank for the first time, the younger man started to snicker.

"What?" Gerard asked, starting to feel insecure. "Your dick's cute. It looks like a flower." Frank replied, now laughing harder.

"What do you mean it looks like a flower?"
Gerard wondered out loud. Frank calmed down and then said "Well, I guess it doesn't look like a flower, it just reminds me of one. Mainly because it's cute and I have the odd urge to touch it."

Gerard blushed at the oddly worded.... compliment? Pick up line? He hadn't decided. Either way, he was flustered. "Y-You want to touch my dick?" Gerard said, barely above a whisper.

"Of course I do Gee, you're hot shit." Frank said, slowly stepping closer to Gerard. "You think I kissed you in the video today for nothing? To put on a show maybe?" Gerard nodded at that. "Oh no, baby. I've wanted to do that for a long, long time."

By now Frank was standing directly in front of Gerard. "I want you, it's so hard to keep my hands off of you. Today I just lost my control." Gerard was speechless, surely he couldn't be hearing Frank right. He has had a crush on him since the moment he first saw the black haired boy, and now he's admitting that he shares these feelings? Gerard couldn't believe it.

He was then pulled from his thoughts by Frank chuckling again. "I was going to ask you if you wanted me too, but I think that problem down there confirms my suspicions." Gerard was now as red as a tomato.

"I- I want you. I do." He choked out. Frank then leaned in to whisper in his ear "Come get me then."

Gerard then gathered up all of his courage and grabbed Frank through his pants, causing him to moan lightly. Frank grabbed Gerard's hand and pulled him towards one of the queen sized beds and pushed him onto it gently.

Frank straddled Gerard's hips and kissed him passionately, their lips slotting together perfectly like puzzle peices. Gerard bucked his hips up, rubbing his erection onto Frank's still clothed crotch. "Fuck, do you want this?" Frank asked, and Gerard nodded feverently.

Frank willed himself to move away from Gerard's perfect lips and wonderful friction to pull off his boxers and ask "Do you have any lube, hun?". Gerard pointed to his bag and Frank rifled through it for a minute and pulled out a half empty bottle of lube.

Frank held up the bottle for Gerard to see and wordlessly raised an eyebrow. The older man blushed hard and said "Don't pretend you don't know how lonely it gets on the tour bus...I can't go that long without touching myself.". Frank smirked at that.

He walked back over to the bed and sat between Gerard's legs and whispered "I don't think you'll have that promlem after this." He then leaned in to kiss Gerard again, taking his left nipple in his fingers, pinching and twisting it.