Frerard One Shots

Laundry Day

Frank's pov-

"Gee! Baby have you done the laundry yet?!" I called out to my boyfriend. There was no answer. I had just gotten home from work. My outfit was bothering me so i stripped down until i was just in my boxers. Looks like i was going to find out myself. I gathered my clothes and headed for the laundry room. When i opened the door, the sight of all the unwashed clothes made me groan. I added my work clothes to the pile. "I've been so busy lately that i haven't had time to do it. Besides, i had done it enough times in a row already. It was his turn and i had told him day after day and he still wouldn't do it. He was really going to get it now. Feeling the anger rush to my face, i quickly headed to our room. "How many times do i have to tell you to fucking do the laundry!" I yelled, opening the door and storming in. I stopped right in my tracks when i saw him though. He was sprawled out on the bed so perfectly in just his underwear. He casually kicked his legs like a teenage girl on the phone. He layed on his stomach with his chin resting on his crossed arms, looking directly into my eyes. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened. "I can think of so many things i'd rather do than that." He said in a low seductive voice. My heart pounded at such a fast pace and i felt myself getting a really big hard on. I walked over to him slowly and suspiciously. I was shaking so hard and i could't stop the feeling. This wasen't a good time to question his behavior. He sat up, reaching his hands out and grabbing my wrists. "Are you mad at me?" He asked, sticking his bottom lip out a little bit. I struggled to find my words. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. "I-i guess not.." I finally said. "Good." He said with a cute little smile. "Now if you don't mind. I'm a little lonely. It was really bad when you were at work. I tried to keep myself company but i just can't give myself that feeling that you give me." He finished. I sat on the bed with him. "Please. Let me give you that feeling." He smiled again at my words. He looked so amazing sitting there on his knees with his legs spread apart just a little bit. He started to touch down his neck and rub his chest. He slid his hands down his stomach to his lower abdomen so slowly that it was painful. He tilted his head back a bit, still keeping his eyes on me. I watched hungrily as he hooked his thumbs around the rim of his boxers, pulling them down as low as he could without showing anything. I couldn't wait much longer. I grabbed at his crotch, palming him through the material. He moaned a bit but swatted my hand away. He pushed me back against the headboard. "N-not so fast.." He hissed into my ear, biting at my neck. I shivered at his touch. He scooted really close to me. then he slid off his underwear and tossed it to the side. God he was so big. I reached for him again but he grabbed my hands and pushed them into the mattress, holding them down with his knees. He took hold of his stiff member. "Oh.. fuck..." He muttered, stroking it softly. I moaned at the sight. I felt my dick get so hard, it hurt. I needed to jack off so badly. If only he'd let me. I focused on every inch of him, wimpering softly as he contnued to touch himself. It was never too quickly. But there was a point where i could tell he was close. He wanted to go faster but he held back. He started to take really sharp breaths and i watched as the white liquid spilled over the tip of his red, sensitive cock. It really was too much for me. I shuddered and tried to break free as i felt the warm liquid spreading throughout my boxers. he took his knees off of my hands and I immitiatley grabbed his face, yanking him so close that our noses touched and his breathing was warm against my lips. I kissed him and it felt so good. Our lips moving perfectly in sync. I felt his sneaky tongue slip inside my mouth and flick up against mine. I felt his dick push against my wet underwear. We were both semi hard. it wasn't enough. It was like he read my mind because he was pulling away before i could do anything about it. "Come on Frankie. I need you." He breathed heavily. I nodded and slipped off the one artice of clothing that stood between us. He jumped on me and i yelped as he pressed into me really hard. I inched up a little bit. Without warning, he slid around me before i could even prep either one of us. He wrapped his arms tightly around my neck. He started to ride me, bouncing up and down on my dick so energetically. He giggled, flipping his hair around in differant directions. God, he was too adorable. But he was so fucking tight. I grunted and thrusted up at all the right times. We were both completely hard by now and his dick brushed up against my stomach so teasingly everytime he came down. I was almost there again and i needed something to touch. I finally grabbed hold of his length and jacked it off. I released my seed deep inside of him. He came right after me, splattering his juices all over my hand, chest, and chin. I let go of him and he slid off of me, pressing his body against mine. "Thanks frankie. I really needed that." He said, kissing me once. We were a huge mess of heavy breathing, stuck together in eachother's sweat and cum. "Come on." He said, getting up and dragging me out of bed. "Where?" I asked in an annoyed tone. "To do laundry. That was my last pair of underwear." He said, letting go of my hand. I smiled to myself and followed after him as he went into he laundry room...