Pinky Promise (Frerard) ✔️

Fourteen

There's more smut in this chapter :)

Frank and I went to his apartment to feed Sweet Pea before we went out to dinner.

Before we got out of the car, he turned to smile at me. "Remember those guys who whistled at you?"

"Yeah."

"I wanna give them a little show. Can I touch your ass?"

I smiled. I knew where this was going. "Hell yes. Show them who I belong to."

He laughed. "That's kinky, Gee. Come on."

Once we got to his hallway on the fourth floor, he put his hand on my ass. "This okay?"

"Mhm." I opened the stairwell door. "Let's give 'em a show."

He guided me down the hallway. The same guys who had whistled at me before were staring at us. Frank squeezed my ass and I let out a little squeak.

"That's a hot one, Iero," one of them called.

Frank pushed me up against his door and kissed me. I kissed back, albeit surprised, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Frank pulled away, smirking. "He's mine, Dave. Don't even try."

Frank sucked little marks into my neck while he unlocked his door. I just focused on not falling backwards once he got the door open.

We stumbled into his apartment. I smacked my head on the wall. "Ow."

"You okay?" he asked.

I nodded, rubbing my head. "I'm okay. Let's feed Sweet Pea."

"Could you grab the dog food for me?" he asked. "Top shelf in the right cabinet."

I walked into his kitchen and opened the cabinet, reaching up and standing on my toes to reach the dog food. My shirt was halfway up my back.

"You are shameless," I said, boosting myself up further and curling my fingers around the dog food.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, setting Sweet Pea down. "I was simply getting my dog and didn't feel like climbing on my counters today."

"Uh huh." I set the bag down in front of him. "I know what you were up to, Iero."

"Do you now?" He pulled me in by my hips and slid his fingers under my shirt.

"Yep." I kissed him. "And just so we're on the same page, if I was ready, I'd let you fuck me right over this table."

He smirked and kissed my neck. "Okay, dove. Maybe one day. But you're right. I was definitely checking you out. The days you wear long shirts are my least favorite."

"Aw, you love my ass that much?" I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to my ass. "Touch me then."

He squeezed my ass softly. "You have such a nice ass, Gee."

I buried my face in his neck. "I know."

"Humble much?"

"I know that you love my ass," I corrected. I was tired of his gentle touches. "I'm not made of glass, Frankie, you can touch me."

"Yeah?" he slapped my ass sharply. I bit my lip because holy shit that felt good. "How does that feel?"

"Really good," I mumbled.

"Aw, someone likes pain, huh?" He squeezed my ass. I whimpered and buried my face in his neck again. "Yeah?"

He slapped my ass again, and I bucked my hips forward into his, whining softly.