One shots (Ryden, Peterick, Freard)

Sketching

Freard~ Gerard likes to draw Frank because of his bone structure.

"Frankie! Please! Oh god! Harder!" Gerard cried out, moving his hips. He clamped his eyes shut and gasped as Frank slammed into him with more force, "Oh fuck..." Gerard moaned. He snapped his eyes open and stared into Frank's green- brown ones, darkened a shade. Their lips collided and it was a blur of thrusts and teeth and tongue and skin slapping against skin. Frank hit that spot inside of him, Gerard tore his mouth away, "Fuck, Frank. Right there!" Frank smirked and slammed into him again and again and Gerard became a moaning withering gasping mess. "I'm close, Frankie!" Gerard gasped. "Come, baby." Frank whispered against his ear and with a particularly hard thrust, Gerard came and tightened around Frank. "Oh shit..." He groaned loudly and tipped over the edge, ridding out his orgasm in sloppy thrusts before pulling out and collapsing onto the mattress beside his lover. Gerard watched as Frank's eyes slowly fluttered closed and his breathing evened out. He watched as Franks mussels spasmed under his flesh. Hickeys littered Frank's jaw and throat from the make-out session earlier. Gerard slowly slipped out of bed and wandered to the desk on the other side of the room, retrieving the somewhat worn black leather sketchbook Mikey got him for his birthday and opening it, flipping through the pages until he came across a blank one. He made his way back over to the bed and sat down reaching for the sheet, he was about to pull it up around his waist and then he froze. The sheet was right below Frank's ass. His eyes shifted to his face. No change, he was still asleep. Gerard had memorized every line and curve of Frank's body but still looked up to check. He had memorized all of his tattoos and the way his ribs and hipbones an shoulder blades poke out. He had memorized the way his mouth hung open and drooled a little bit. The way his body moved under his skin. Every single one of his scars. Gerard loves seeing Frank like this, venerable and exposed. He couldn't hide away like this. He couldn't cover up his body. His pencil moved almost effortlessly drawing the lines and curves he had a thousand times before. After what seemed like minutes but could of been hours he had finished. He slipped out of bed again to put the leather cover book back in it's spot when he heard Frank mumble something, "What's that, babe? Gerard turned his head to look at him. "I like the view. Where are you going?" Gerard chuckled. "Nowhere, I just wanted to sketch a little before I went to sleep." He nodded sleepily. "And what did you draw?" He moved over so Gerard could snuggle into him. "You." He whispered. "Now let's go to sleep." Frank smiled and nuzzled closer to Gerard's chest and fell asleep to the rhythmic thumping of his heart.

So, there you go. Please comment and suggest a ship!
Xoxo
Alexander