Going away- Frerard (reupload)

Chapter eight

Frank froze. Gerard was kissing his neck lightly, waiting for a response.

"I... I don't know G-Gerard." He stuttered, his eyes falling shut. "I thought it was supposed to be a one time only thing. You're only supposed to help me get Matt back."

Gerard's heart ached at those words, but he wanted Frankie so bad that he was willing to be his plaything, at least he'd have him in some way.

"It doesn't have to mean anything, but I want y.." He stopped, "I want to do this for you. You have no idea what you're missing out on."

His breath was hot against Frank's skin, making him tremble.

"Come on Frankie, no strings attached, remember?" He said seductively, nibbling on his ear lobe and bringing his hand around to slide down Frank's chest and stomach and then back up under his T-shirt. He ran his hand over the soft heated flesh of his torso.

Frank flipped around quickly and claimed Gerard's lips with his own, his force knocking the older boy back against the couch and climbing into his lap to straddle him. Gerard forced his tongue into his mouth, feeling more confident since he was the only one with the experience this time. Their tongues battled for dominance, which Gerard wasn't giving up that easily.

They made out heavily for a while before Frank pressed down, moaning, and Gerard felt his erection hard against his.

Frank clawed desperately at Gerard's body as he removed his shirt, almost whacking him in the eye with his fist.

"Jesus Frank, slow down! You're gonna kill me!" He laughed breathlessly.

"Sorry. Sorry..." He panted over and over again, kissing all over Gerard's face.

Gerard pushed him off of his lap, receiving a look of confusion and hurt. He ignored it and moved over, straddling Frank's thighs.

"Just feel." He said before smashing their lips back together.

He gripped the hem of Frank's T-shirt and pulled it over his head, their mouths only breaking apart for a brief second before reattaching like magnets. Gerard began grinding down on Frank, ripping low moans from deep within their throats.

Frank pulled away from the kiss and rested his sweaty forehead against Gerard's as he tried to catch his breath.

"Gee?" He breathed.

"Huh?"

"I'm nervous."

Gerard pulled back and looked into the younger boy's eyes, which were shadowed with both lust and what looked to be fear.

"Don't be. There's no reason for it." He said, kissing his neck delicately.

"What if I'm terrible?" He asked, sounding like he was starting to panic.

Gerard laughed, "Impossible, I'll even do all the work if you want. I just want you to know how good it feels. Just relax."

He pushed Frank so he was lying on his back on his open sleeping bag in front of the fireplace, and started kissing down his chest. He stopped at his hips and sucked gently on his protruding bones, slipping his fingers under the waistband of his pajama pants and boxers. He pulled them both off slowly, making Frank buck his hips in an attempt to get some contact and leaving him naked on the floor. Gerard moved up to sit by Frank's hip and let his eyes wander over his soft-but-toned body.

Without the massive amount of alcohol in his system like last time, Frank blushed under Gerard's hungry gaze.

"Don't stare at me." He said reaching for the sleeping back to cover himself up but Gerard grabbed his wrist and pinned it by his head.