Maybe smut? You know the drill if there is and you wanna skip. #_#
I finally got up the flights of stairs leading to Gerard's apartment when a skinny, twig like figure dashed past me holding a box of pop-tarts.
"Oh, hey Frank," Mikey said, with a shit-eating grin.
"Hey Mikes, how come you're here?" He pulled one of the tasty goods out of the box.
"Just here to tell you not to get my brother pregnant."
I choked a little bit. "W-what?"
"Well, since you two are so obviously gonna do it tonight, I came to tell you to use protection, wouldn't want any little Gerards running around now, would we?" He took another bite out of his pop-tart.
"That's not how it works Mikey." He swallowed.
"Sure," He rolled his eyes, clearly disbelieving what I had said. "Have fun."I watched him stroll down the stairs until he was out of sight.
As I headed towards Gerard's door, my palms began to sweat. Did he really want sex? I knocked on the door and waited a few seconds for him to open it. "Hey Frank, let me just grab a jacket." He wandered to his room before reappearing in a black leather jacket. God, all this tight black clothing was driving me insane. I thought about what Mikey had said, and realised that I wasn't opposed to the idea of letting Gerard fuck me. "So, where are we going?"
He locked his door and we started to make our way down the stairs. "I already told you, it's a surprise." He pouted a little at that. "You look amazing by the way," I leaned closer to his ear to whisper, "Makes me wanna let you bend me over." He turned bright red at that.
"Frank!" He nudged me with his elbow. We began to have a normal conversation about our families, and I couldn't help but notice his situation down below.
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Dinner was amazing, I took him to this fancy restaurant that my friend Ray owns. We ate, laughed, talked about everything and had a genuinely great time. We were sat in my car, outside Gerard's apartment complex.
"You, um, wanna come in?" He said, his cheeks flushing lightly.
"Yeah, if you don't mind, that is." He opened his door and began to get out.
"I don't." I followed suit and before long, we were walking hand in hand down his hall. We had to break contact with each other so Gerard could unlock the door, but we were closer than ever when we got inside. I walked through the door, and the next thing I felt was a strong grip on my waist. Gerard pushed me up against the closed door before attacking my neck with his mouth. He started to push my jacket off before stopping completely and looking me in the eye. "This is okay, right?"
I was breathless, but nodded in response. "Keep going."
He dropped my jacket on the floor before kissing my lips hard and sliding his tongue in roughly. He started on the buttons of my white shirt, pulling that off too when it was completely open. He pulled me towards the bedroom, shut the door behind us and quickly yanked his shirt over his head, completely disregarding the buttons. He pulled me back towards him for another open-mouthed kiss as his hand trailed down to my belt. He undid it painfully slow, 'accidentally' brushing against my dick as he did.
#_#
I moaned and rutted my hips up against him. He looked up at me with eyes full of lust and want, so I moaned again, louder, whilst pushing my hips up for some friction. I wanted to drive him crazy. Something snapped inside of him, because the next thing I knew, he was ripping off my pants and boxers before taking off his own. "Wow, you may be a small guy, but there were no budget cuts when it came to making that." He said, his gaze drifting around my crotch. He opened the bottom draw of the bedside table to pull out some lube and a condom. "You need prep?" I nodded again. He poured some lube onto three fingers before opening my legs. I could feel his breath on my skin as he kissed the insides of my thighs. He slipped a finger into me and I gasped at the stretch. "Sorry baby, it's gonna burn a little, but it'll feel good pretty soon." He added another finger and began to stretch me out, scissoring until my hips shot up out of pleasure. He continued to brush his fingers over my prostate until I finally spoke up.
" Fuck...ughhh...fuck me." My legs were shaking from pleasure as he pulled out his fingers, wiping them on a pair of pyjama bottoms, and grabbing the lube and condom. He tore open the packet with his teeth before reaching down to put it on. "No, let me." I said, taking it from him and rolling it on, squeezing the base of his dick a little, just to hear him moan. I then picked up the bottle of lube and began to slick up his cock, flicking my wrist here and there for pleasure.
"Ummm....Frank...fuck...." His head lolled backwards as his eyes shut. I removed my hand and his eyes shot open. He realised that I was waiting for him to fuck me and lined up with my entrance, pushing in slightly. I grunted as he pushed in completely. "Is that okay?"
I smiled at that. "Yeah, Gee, you don't have to keep checking up on me." He began to thrust in and out at a steady pace, his mouth attached itself back onto my neck as my hands went to his hair, tugging slightly. He moaned into my collarbone as his hand went down to my fully hard, aching dick. He began to jack me off, his hand movements matching his thrusts, and before long, I was close. "Fuck...Gee...I'm close.." I said, moaning like a porn star. He sped up his hand movements and thrusts as I tightened around his dick and came all over my stomach and his chest. Seconds later, he came too, screaming my name. He rode out his orgasm before pulling out and getting up to bin the condom. He held out his hand to me.
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"Come on sugar, I think we need a shower." I took his hand and followed him to the bathroom, limping slightly. He noticed and chuckled. "I didn't realise I was that rough." He turned the shower on, leaving it to run until it was hot, and left the bathroom momentarily. He came back with two pairs of clean underwear and sweatpants. He pulled me into the shower, kissing my nose softly. "That was fun."
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