Frerard One Shots

He was Frank Iero

In the mornings i would lay in bed and watch as my boyfriend did his morning routine in the bathroom. The door was cracked open good enough to where i could see all of him. He stood over the counter, gazing in the mirror with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His tattooed hands would grip the counter as dripplets of water fell off his perfect body and onto the floor. His eyes sparkled with something that i couldn't explain and his dark bangs fell over his face in such a way. He always had a little stubble. Not too much and not too little. And the way he played with his silver lip ring made me squirm under the covers. His jaw line was so defined. I loved to kiss over it and down to suck his few neck tattoos. And when he breathed, every part of him moved along so perfectly. He was small enough that i could easily pick him up and swing him over my shoulder. He was the perfect size for me and i was the perfect size for him. When i'm with him, i can tell he's happy. The way he smiles to show off each one of his cute little teeth. His flesh was so pale and it felt so good in my mouth when i grinded it against my own teeth. He was cute. He was sexy. he was everything i needed. Everything i wanted. He was Frank Iero.