Pinky Promise (Frerard) ✔️

Fifteen

My guitar teacher is gonna teach us a Green Day song and I have never been happier

This is loooong

Also there's smut

I could barely keep my hands off Frank as he drove home.

"Pay attention to me," I whined.

"Dove, you know I would. I gotta drive. Unless you would like to drive."

"If it makes you pay attention to me, then sure." I reached across and squeezed his hand gently.

"We're almost there." He stopped at a red light and looked at me.

"What are we gonna do when we get there?"

"Whatever you want, dove." He smiled. "Except sucking my dick. You're not allowed to do that."

I frowned. "Why not?"

"Because I'd have to wear a condom and sucking someone off while they're wearing a condom is weird."

"Why don't you just not wear a condom?" I suggested.

"STDs, Gerard. Have you been tested?"

"No."

"Exactly. If we do anything under the clothes, we're gonna have to get you tested. Because I love you, but I don't want to get an STD from you."

"But I've never done anything. Other than what we did earlier."

"I know." He pulled into the parking lot of his building. "But sometimes they're hereditary, and you don't have to do anything to get them."

I pouted. "That's not fair."

"I know, dove. But we can do something else. We can cuddle and watch a movie."

I took his hand, bringing his fingertips to my lips and kissing them softly. "No."

"No?"

I shook my head and wrapped my lips around his pointer finger, slowly swirling my tongue around it. "Mmm..."

"Fuck, Gee. Come on."

I followed him up to his apartment, holding his hand tightly. I could feel the one spit-soaked finger. I longed to have it in my mouth again.

Frank unlocked his door with his left hand, because I wouldn't let go of him. He pushed the door open and pulled me inside.

**

I leaned against the wall while I waited for him to lock his door. He turned around and cupped my neck, sliding his leg between my thighs. My breath hitched.

"Go on," he said, pushing his leg up a little.

I let out a little sigh and thrust into his thigh, closing my eyes and letting out small moans. It felt so fucking good.

"You look so pretty like that, dove," he whispered, sucking on my earlobe. "So pretty, humping my thigh like a dog."

I whimpered at his demeaning words. "Frank..."

"Shh," he whispered. "Faster."

I thrust my hips faster, biting my lip and squeezing my eyes shut. A small moan escaped my lips as I rubbed myself all over him.

"Yeah, come on," he said softly, rubbing my back.

"Ah...a-ah, Frankie, yeah..." I let out a deep sigh, though it came out as more of a moan. "Yeah..."

He rubbed my nipples through my shirt. I whined and rutted against his leg harder, enjoying the heat of the denim rubbing together.

"Frank, 'm gonna come," I whimpered.