Frank barely makes it inside his motel room when he's pushed unceremoniously against the wall, one of the corners of whatever cheap painting is hanging there digging into his back.
The door bangs shut next to him and a pair of hands grabs at his tie. Frank opens his mouth, trying desperately to get a lungful of air when Gerard's mouth covers his. He's very pale in the small ray of blue and pink neon light coming from the vacancy sign outside the window.
Frank's arms fall limp at his sides and he closes his eyes, letting Gerard slip his chocolate-flavored tongue inside Frank's mouth. It also tastes like peanut butter and coffee, the only things they could afford to eat today.
Gerard kisses him sloppily, urgently, sucking the air out of him. He grinds up against Frank's thigh and whimpers, the sounds only slightly muffled by Frank's mouth. Gerard's lips part from Frank's after a few minutes or maybe an hour and they leave a wet mess of spit that Frank doesn't even have time to wipe off with the back of his hand.
It takes about two seconds before Gerard is dragging him further inside the room and throws him onto the ridiculously small bed. The springs squeak loudly under him and squeak once more when Gerard climbs on the bed, kneels down on top of Frank and starts straddling him.
He doesn't say a single word. He just kisses Frank again and one of his hands fumbles with Frank's belt. He growls angrily and curses as he tugs on it and slips his fingers inside Frank's jeans, down into his boxer briefs.
Frank sees a flash of chipped black nail polish as Gerard's hand pops back out. Frank did Gerard's nails last night while the other guys were busy playing reverse strip poker and the black coat is mostly gone already, probably because Gerard bites his nails all the fucking time.
Gerard breaks the kiss long enough to shove his fingers into Frank's mouth. Frank sucks on them obediently for a few seconds before Gerard pulls them out again. He pops them back inside Frank's jeans quickly and grabs a handful of Frank's pubic hair on his way down to Frank's dick.
Frank squirms as he tries to sit up, as he tries to catch his breath. Gerard's body feels so heavy on his.
Gerard shifts above Frank and grabs at his tie again, pulling him up for another kiss.
The tie is digging into his neck, his skin burning and itching. Frank is about to choke on Gerard's tongue, his fingers helplessly clasping at the bed sheets when Gerard lets go of him.
Gerard bounces off the bed faster than it is fucking humanly possible and pulls down his holey tight pants in one swift move, throwing them across the room and onto the tiny TV set that sits in the corner.
Frank manages to slide down to the edge of the bed and sits there, looking up at Gerard.
There's a long pause when Frank is just staring at Gerard and Gerard is staring back at him, standing there in the middle of the room, naked from the waist down and grinning like he's the big bad wolf, about to eat little red riding Frank alive.
Then, Gerard is on the move again. He walks back to the bed and pulls off his shirt. He still has his make-up from the show on, smudged on his vampire face, red, black and white on his eyes, cheeks and lips.
Frank puts a hand on his tie, ready to take it off when Gerard stops him with a flick of the wrist, slapping Frank's hand away. He stands there in front of Frank and Frank leans forward to kiss his stomach. He licks at his navel, tasting the salt of his sweat and cups Gerard's tiny ass before kissing a path down to Gerard's hard cock.
Gerard smells really strongly of sweat down there. It's not a bad smell, though. Maybe he showered this week.
Frank looks up as he slowly puts Gerard's cock inside his mouth, licking at the tip, his tongue trailing up and down the shaft for a few seconds. The taste is sharp, bitter.
