Dark Frerard Smut

50k Special!!!!!

2007!Gerard
Leathermouth!Frank but shaved.
Short bleached hair!Bert because holy damn

Happy 50k views special! (I didn't have an idea for a title so I'm naming it that)

This is the threesome I promised because I'm really curious about how it's gonna turn out, and the comments I received gave me a lot of great ideas, though the comment that stood out to me the most was of superwholock-girl, whose suggestion inspired the awesome idea for this oneshot, so thank you ❤

I was originally planning on Frank bottoming in this, but since a LOT of people asked for Gerard to bottom you get an extremely submissive\ masochistic Gerard character here. He's also the youngest in this one, so when you see me say "the older" it does not refer to him.

Hope you enjoy!

xoxoxoxo

Gerard yawned as he rolled over in his bed, fingers sliding off the alarm clock he had just slammed his hand into in hopes of silencing it. He sat up, rubbing his eyes to get them to focus before starting his morning rituals - but not before wincing as he stood up, his slight limp evident in his steps as he made his way to the bathroom.

It wasn't hard to notice the scratch marks the second he glanced in the mirror. His lack of shirt left his torso exposed to his own curious eyes as he examined his back in almost intimidated awe. Red lines, everywhere, long and prominent all over him. They had slightly faded overnight, yet the sting they gave when Gerard attempted to touch them was a strong reminder that he had not been treated gently last evening. Surely enough, his knees matched the red shade on his back, adding to the pleasant recollection of what took place yesterday.

He whined softly to himself, fingers tracing the sore skin of his back. He noted how broken and hoarse his voice came out; an understandable condition given his recent careless usage of his vocal cords.

Quickly, he averted his eyes away from the mirror, a hot blush spreading all over his face, although it was far from being a shameful one. He knew he would inevitably get hard if he continued to stare at his own fucked up reflection, running images in his head of him and his boss and what they had done, what they had been doing for months.

Instead, he preferred to step in the shower, instantly getting a hand around his cock as he jerked off under the warm stream, knowing that that was his only way of taking the edge off and being able to properly start his day. He whimpered, free hand clutching the top of the glass door until his knuckles burned white.

"Fuck, Sir..." he drawled off in a breathy sigh. His eyes were shut as he continued to replay last evening in his mind, knees buckling just as they had been doing while he was rocking himself back and forth on his boss's leather office chair, being pulled by the tie around his neck to kiss the other man in a sweating mess as he rode him rapidly. "Oh God, Sir, ah," he lurched within the walls of his shower cubicle, biting down on his lip and fucking into his fist through his orgasm, ending on a weak whine.

He finished the rest of his shower and brushed his teeth, ignoring the hot sizzles that still ran under his skin in the aftermath of his pleasured high.

Eventually he made his way into the living room. His hand went in a reflex for the remote - part of his morning routine of watching the news attentively. The screen soon flashed with the familiar faces of the morning presenters, a woman and a man whose job was to constantly debate on various political topics. Unsurprisingly, they were currently passionately discussing the most important topic at that time - the upcoming election for state governor.