Sweetheart Disasters

6~ Storms & Sex

WARNING(S):  SMUT

Okay so... this whole thing is basically smut so- if you're not into that, I don't suggest you even bother reading this chapter :)

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"Woah wait a minute- what are we doing?" Gerard pulled away after a moment, butterflies surging through his chest.

Although, they weren't butterflies, they were more like tiny bats crashing against his stomach and scratching at his nerves.

"I mean, it wouldn't be a first we've kissed... or a second... or even a third time-" Frank rambled drunkenly, being cut off by his taller friend's lips heatedly clashing against his own.

It was sweet and delicate, their hands gently pushing under one another's tops and grabbing at each other wildly, embracing the feeling of being desperately desired by each other. The pale man decided he was taking control of the kiss for once (since Frank was sloppy and intoxicated), his breathing fast as his kisses were long and skilful, forcing Frank to try match the rhythm clumsily. Frank brought one of his tattooed hands to Gerard's makeup-clad face, stroking it and bribing their faces deeper into the kiss. The two 'friends' growing needier as the night weaned on, their whole bodies up against each other as their lips danced half heartedly in the kiss. Frank pulled back, sporting a sweet smile and coaxing the taller man's body back slightly, letting himself drown in the much missed sight of Gerard's soft, pale physique. In counteraction of anymore staring, the taller man swung his leg over Frank's middle, so he was straddling the tattooed man's hips and helped to take his shirt off, doing anything he could that would stop Frank from yapping any more. He then grabbed ahold of Gerard's fleshy hips and swiftly pushed him into the spacious backseat, a leg between the red head's thighs as he leaned up to kiss messily at his neck from under the nun costume.

"Shit- ah, Frank." He whimpered, his thighs spreading at the feeling and instinctively grinding as he felt his short dress riding up, revealing his black underwear.

"Nice to see you maintained that desperate sex-drive after all these years, yeah?" Frank smiled, cupping his palm around his friend's already rock-hard erection. "And you maintained the red hair, too. I think I dyed it for you one of the last times we saw each other." He joked, struggling to get the words out with Gerard's tongue down his throat.

"Yeah well, it's been every colour under the sun since then." He said shortly through their kissing, not particularly having interest in the conversation. "Just shut the fuck up and just do something," Gerard whined, bringing his face up to kiss the tattooed man for the millionth time, but he dodged it with a sly smirk.

"Want something? Tell me what you want, G." He cooed, kissing the centre of the pretty man's neck softly, his teeth scraping the skin.

"Fuck me, please, oh god." He eventually moaned out, the feeling of his friend roaming his skin with his hands and mouth making him shiver.

"Anything you want, G." Frank confirmed, patting at Gerard's thigh lightly, "I'm not gonna lie, though, 'cus we never did it... I don't really know what I'm doing. Can you lead?" He asked, his weary eyes looking down at the red head laying with his head against the leather seat.

"Sure, Frankie, I haven't done that in a while, anyways. Excite me." Gerard smiled, pecking the tattooed man's lips.

"Is this the part where you take off your underwear and get on your hands and knees for me?" The tattooed man asked softly, trying his best to at least start them off.

Gerard complied and pushed Frank off of him and hesitantly dropped his briefs after pulling his shoes and thigh highs off, revealing his squishy, milky thighs as he blushed awkwardly. He then turned around onto his hands and knees, revealing his shapely ass that was peaking out from beneath the dress, that Frank eyed with thirst.