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So Wrong it's Right - Frerard (Smut)

Gerard:

"Wanna get out of here?" He whispers in my ear, his drunken words slurring together. With that one question, I knew I was a goner. After all the grinding we were doing, there's no way that I could resist him when I was fully hard and 100 percent drunk.

I nod and he grabs my hand and pulls me to the door of the club. I can't believe I'm doing this, mainly because I've been devoted to my fiancé, Frank, for as long as I could remember. I guess I just need to be loved, after what just happened between the two of us, for at least one night.

It makes everything worse because we were fighting over something petty. I didn't do anything he had asked me to do for the week he was gone. It ended in him storming out of the house, I chased after him but he got in his car and drove off. Instead of me heading back to our house, I got in my car and came here, to forget everything.

A slight squeeze of my hand brings me to attention and I realize that I've been daydreaming. The guy- whose name I didn't even get-had hailed us a cab. "Come on." He urges, pulling me inside. Not thinking properly, I follow him in. He directs the driver to his house, he's starting to touch my inner thigh, tantalizingly slow.

During the ride, we were making out like we were the last two people on earth. I'm sure we were making the driver a little uncomfortable, but it's not like he doesn't see it everyday. We finally reach the guy's house, and he pays the driver who immediately drives off once we get out.

He quickly works to unlock his door and the both of us rush inside when he's done. Next thing I know we're both naked on his bed, and I'm under him. That's when I start to black out.

Morning. My head hurts. My ass hurts. But worse of all there's this sick feeling in my stomach. It might just be from all the drinking I had done last night, but I know the fact that I cheated on Frank has something to do with it, too.

I look next to me. The guy who I had sex with last night was still there, sleeping. I guess now would be the perfect time to escape. So, I grab my clothes and, as quietly as possible, leave through the front door. Now what? I have no idea where I am, I don't have my car with me either. Guess I'm spending money on a taxi. I Google a company, call them, and wait a few minutes before a yellow taxi is in front of me. The drier tries to make small talk, but when he notices my half-assed replies, he gives up.

For me, the drive is brutal. I end up thinking about how to apologize to Frank, even if my head is constantly pounding. I can't just keep this from him, no way. I love him, I always have and always will. Last night was just a drunken mistake and a cry for comfort. No wonder girls hate guys, when we get upset, we end up doing stupid shit like this.

The taxi stops in front of my house and I pay him. Taking a deep breath I walk up the front of the house and unlock the door. Quietly, I go to the bathroom and do my morning routine, I doubt I'm going to be sleeping anytime soon. After I'm out of the bathroom I head to the kitchen and get a glass of water to at least do something for my hangover.

While I'm in the fridge I near footsteps behind me. "Where were you last night, Gerard?" Frank's voice asks in a demanding tone behind me. I shudder, mostly because Frank can get pretty scary when he's angry. I turn, closing the fridge.

"Frank, I'm so sorry. I made a terrible mistake last night. And I'm sooo sorry." I plead. As I go to apologize more, he puts up a hand to stop me.

"What did you do?" He asks in the same tone, I have a feeling that he already knows, but he just wants to hear it from me.

I look down, ashamed and not wanting to look Frank in the eye. "I had a one night stand last night. I just wanted comfort. I'm sorry. It'll never happen again." I say, trying my hardest not to cry. He steps toward me and lifts my chin to force me to look at him. To my surprise the next thing he does is kiss me. It's a demanding, fast pace kiss.