All I Want is Nothing (Frerard)

Count to Seventeen and Close Your Eyes

-A/N- 3rd person

-Gerard POV-

Light was streaming in from the dawn, illuminating the room faintly. Gerard blinked and groaned. Everything hurt. He lifted his arm over his head and tried to stretch away the pain. It did no good. Gerard glanced at Frank next to him and smiled slightly, his captor looked fascinating. He reminisced the events that had taken place the night before and heard a soft moan next to his ear. He was suddenly pulled into a tight grasp. Gerard moved his arm a bit and looked over to where Frank held him. He was still asleep, but even in repose he was showing forms of being covetous. It was not like Gerard could go anywhere even if he wanted to. The doors and windows were all shut tightly, forbidding any chance of escape. Gerard sighed quite uncomfortably, and attempted to move to his side. He turned  and again looked at the man sleeping next to him. He was beautiful in an unwonted way. Gerard inwardly sighed. He could see himself growing old here, leaving behind his 'old' life, as cowardly as that sounded. He didn't have to care while he was here, and was  given the feeling of pleasure, in anomalous forms. Of course, his brother would attempt to drag him home when he was finished, as he often did with other things... but would he really want to go back? He had became libidinous towards Frank's salacious ways.  That was no lie, but he also had a hesitant feeling that almost overruled the former. He was not sure that he could live his life like it all the time. He would not be able to go out; just be able to smile and act normal with other people around him, although he did hate people, he was truly missing his Keurig and Starbucks. Likewise, he didn't not think that he had a choice, as he originally was forcefully imprisoned in this dreadfully fantastic home, which was not completely of Gerard's interest. He briefly wondered how it would feel if he returned home, to face his mother and her incredibly solemn form. Gerard knew that as selfish as it sounded, would rather stay here and enjoy Frank and his pet's companies, rather than go back home.

”What is on your mind, Gee?”

Gerard heard Frank’s voice, but his eyes remained closed. He wondered how he knew that Gerard was awake. As if to answer the question in his head Frank spoke again.

”I know you're thinking of something my pet, your bones are vibrating under my fingers.”

To punctuate this, Frank squeezes Gerard’s hips and Gerard let out a slight gasp, causing Frank to smile and open his eyes. They shone in the morning sunlight filtering all around them. Gerard thought in that moment Frank looked like an angel, despite him being the one who had taken him away from his own home, to become one of his pets.

”I was contemplating waking you up with a kiss, but wasn't sure if I would be admonished for it, Frankie.” Gerard half-lied, a blush creeping up his neck.

”On your knees.”

"What? I-"

"On your knees!" Frank demanded, backhanding Gerard forcefully, leaving him feeling mildly desolated in the center of his piddling row of emotions.

Gerard obeyed, trying to ignore the pain and moved out of Frank’s grasp. He centered himself on the bed and pulled into the commanded position. He sat there uncomfortably and watched as Frank pulled himself into a more upright position against the headboard.

”Come forward.”

Gerard moved forward slowly keeping eye contact for further nonverbal instruction, which he was confused by, but was willing to obey nonetheless. What he saw in Frank’s eyes, however, was not anger, but lust and desire. Frank pulled the sheet off of his lower half and Gerard’s mouth could not help but water as his morning erection was revealed. He certainly did not expect the siht before him. In this light, Frank’s cock looked like a work of art. It might as well have been a sculpture carved out of marble with perfect lines etched into it. Gerard saw Frank’s expression morph into a smirk. Gerard wondered if he realized how beautiful his member was.

”Suck it.”

Gerard tried not to look so eager as he replied.

”Yes Frankie.”

----- t( owo t) ----- Frank's POV ---

Frank moaned consistently as Gerard continued to take his morning hardness into his soft, wet mouth. As he slipped up from the shaft to the head he murmured into it.

”Oh Frankie... do have me wake you up like this more often, please...”

”I will, Gee baby... I promise.”

Any other conversation was lost as his cock was engulfed one more time and Frank bucked up into the heat at the back of his throat. He was good, even better than Bert he quickly thought, and he was not going to last much longer. Frank decided that this was not how he wanted to cum this morning. He pushed him off and onto his back, causing a moan to escape from his lips.

"Gee, are you ready for me baby?" He asked quietly, and to which Gerard responded quickly.

"Fuck me, Frankie."

Quickly tossing the sheets away he entered him with a stabbing thrust. He cried out and Frank pummeled him with hurried jabs, completely disregarding the fact that he hadn't even lubed him up. He then decided he wanted it to hurt. Gerard screamed out louder than he had been once Frank hit his prostate.

"Oh Gee! You're ah uh so ah fucking.... ahh! tight" Frank cried, "You like it there, dont you, whore?"

Gerard nodded quickly as response, but Frank couldn't care less. He was too caught up in how beautifully tight and amazing Gerard was and felt.

He came not too much further along and collapsed onto his body breathless. He pat Gerard's hair for a moment and had a memory of Jamia and him, doing this when they first got together, before sex became something of a complete necessity to him and he realized he was bored of her.  Not feeling guilty in the slightest for thinking of his first love while surrounded by Gerard’s heat, he looked at him. The surprising adoration in his eyes was overwhelming and he wondered if this even compared to his other slaves. Frank saw the same thing in Bert, but it had less to do with being intimate, and more to do with taking him out of his misery. Bert had always looked up to Frank for taking him away from his shitty job running McCracken's Crackers. Hell, Frank would've wanted to be kidnapped and used for sex too after he even stepped foot in that place. Bert was always grateful and he always would be. Frank even considered himself as a sex superhero, who rescued lowlifes who had nothing better to do than jerk off all day to Spongebob Squarepants, which was quite hypocritical since that was all he had been before he met Jamia, who had became his first pet. Frank stirred when Gerard whimpered a bit. He realized he still had his full weight on him.

”Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

”No need to apologize Frankie."

Frank smiled at his pet's response and continued to pet his hair, grinning at the camera in the corner of the room.

-A/N- well then... i have delivered smut.. not great smut but still smut xD okay bye frnds i have a project to do AND THX FOR DA READS GUISE

Im going to be inserting a 'fuck' in every chapter so its always readable for everyone so fuck

//xoanduy//