☆Save Me☆ {Frerard Fanfic}

40: H

Gerard's POV

After going out on a double date  with Grace and Loki for most of this evening , it was nice all of us kind of just chilling and talking to one another, even though we already do that pretty often. Whenever we go out together, it always feels different, good different just to clarify. "So, what now?" I ask Frank and he shrugs, sitting on the edge of the bed. I give him a smirk and he looks like he has a vague idea of what I'm meaning.

A/N We all know that Frank and Gerard were bound to sing DESTROYA again, don't @ me or compare me to a certain person. Final warning before all you good children close your eyes and pray to Geesus that Frank wont show up and eat all your shredded cheese. In conclusion, you can't stop the inevitable, that being Frank and Gerard being the horny little fuckers they are. Returning to the book in 3… 2… 1…
"Well I have a few ideas in mind." I say, tracing a pattern on Frank's chest. "Oh..?" He says, raising his eyebrows and smirking. I push him backwards and straddle him between my legs. We've had sex a few other times after we'd escaped Rosemere, but this would be the first time in a little while that we've done it.

"This feels weird." Frank says from under me and I agree. "Let's swap." I say, placing my hips in between Frank's legs as we swap around. He then kisses me full on the lips, grabbing the back of my head and grinding his hips. I can't help but moan as he does this, he smiles and breaks the kiss. "Less clothes?" He asks and I nod, both of us stripping down extremely quickly. I had forgotten just how many tattoos Frank has, even if you tried to count them all, your head would probably explode. Frank then goes over to his things and gets out the bag containing basically everything we'll need for tonight. "Ready Gee?" He asks me and I nod. Honestly I couldn't care less what he did to me, as long as it was sexual. Wow, I think I'm turning into Frank somehow, minus the guitar skills and tattoos of course.

He positions himself and starts thrusting, he's moaning and so am I. I have no clue why, but Frank's moans sound pretty feminine. "I'm so dirty babe!" I moan, basically out of breath. He goes harder and faster, sweat beading all over both of us. I can faintly hear footsteps down the hall, starting off slow and then speeding up to about running pace. Frank's moans keep getting louder, mine are too. I'm gripping the bed as he keeps thrusting, both of us moaning each other's names. As we release, there is rather loud 'Oh Frankie!' from me and a 'Gerard' from Frank, he moaned the very end of my name. "That was amazing Frank." I say and he smirks, looking exhausted. Both of us panting and covered in sweat. "Not a problem, I could help you out like that a little more often…" he says,walking two of his fingers up my chest, getting a smile from me. "Sounds like a plan." I say, getting up to put some underwear on, throwing Frank's back at him. "Now go to sleep my horny little vampire." He says, wrapping himself around me as I climb back into bed. "Oh shut it you, you're the hornier one." I say and he raises his eyebrows. "Tonight, I think that title goes to you, you wanted a fuck in the first place." Well, he caught me there. "Shush now." I say, placing a finger to his lips for a split second, he tries to lick it so I pull it away. "Stop being gay." I whisper to him. "Says the one who likes it up the ass." He whispers back. "Goodnight now." I say, ending the conversation. "Love you." He says, kissing my forehead. "Tastes like sweat." He comments, as I roll my eyes and soon fall asleep.

All you good kids can open your eyes now, all you unholy people who read that, see you in hell.

The next morning I get out of bed and pull on whatever clothes are closest to me, this morning they're Frank's. I shrug and put them on, he shouldn't mind, I mean, we've shared more than just clothes before. I go out to the balcony and just stand there for a while, just looking out as I wait for Frank to get up. Just thinking about still being in Rosemere made me feel terrible, the pills and blood tests. Everything here just seemed so far from that, far from anything on earth. It isn't a bad thing, feeling like an alien in a place that looks similar to your own, it's actually kind of fun. I sigh and rest my chin on my palm, leaning on the railing on the balcony.

"Morning Gee." Frank says, wrapping his arm around my waist. He must've snuck up behind me when I wasn't paying attention. "Mornin' Frankie." I say back, leaning into him. It took a second to register, but he was wearing one of my shirts. Not one from last night, but a new one from my stuff. It's my Rolling Stones one with the white sleeves and black torso. "Isn't that my shirt?" I ask him and he nods, looking rather pleased with himself. "I'm wearing it for two reasons," he starts, smiling widely. "One, is that you stole my other shirt, and two, because it smells like you." I smile, Frank kisses my head. "At least now you aren't all sweaty." He says and I sigh and shake my head. "Great comment Frank." I say sarcastically. "You love me though." Frank says, giving me puppy dog eyes. I can't beat that, he's just too cute. I kiss him on the forehead. "You're right, I do, very much."