Gerard couldn’t keep the smile off his face when he woke up. During the night Frank had managed to get Gerard in a death grip, holding on to him so tight and close Gerard could feel every breath and heartbeat the two of them shared. One of Frank’s arms was wrapped around Gerard’s neck, the other was snaked around his chest and he had one leg thrown over Gerard’s waist whilst his other leg was lying in between Gerard’s. Gerard had wondered if he’d been dreaming, but soon realised he wasn’t.
He’d wanted to wake up like this every morning with Frank since he’d first seen him. When Gerard had first laid eyes on Frank he’d been driving back from work and had seen Frank with Mikey and a couple of their other friends. He’d been captivated, fascinated since then. He’d seen Mikey with Frank again and had mentioned it to Mikey, who’d enthusiastically launched into a speech about Frank, telling Gerard all about him. Gerard had then realised that Frank walked past his house on his way to and from school and Gerard started to spend every spare moment watching Frank.
He’d wanted to approach him since he’d seen him. And every time he was even close to walking up to Frank, he’d gone all stupidly girly and shy and couldn’t do it. He cursed himself for it, so angry he couldn’t do things right. So he kept watching, kept wanting. It all built up into obsession and Frank became everything.
And now Frank, who was stirring in his arms, was finally his.
Frank’s eyes flickered open and it took him a few moments to realise what position they were in. He gasped in shock and started to squirm away from Gerard, but Gerard just held on tighter and didn’t let him go.
“Get off me,” Frank huffed angrily, pushing at Gerard’s chest.
Gerard hadn’t expected things to be this hard. He’d thought Frank would understand, he’d thought that Frank would go along with all of this. He thought Frank would want this too. It made him angry that Frank kept resisting him, kept pushing him away. Gerard didn’t like it when things didn’t go his way.
“I don’t want to, so stop wriggling around,” Gerard sighed irritably.
“I don’t care. Now get the fuck off me!” Frank hissed.
Gerard glared down at him. “Don’t.”
Frank was scared of Gerard. He’d never been more scared of anything. But it didn’t mean he wouldn’t try and overcome that fear.
“Don’t? How about you don’t hold on to me?” Frank muttered, still worming around in Gerard’s arms.
Suddenly Frank found himself being flipped over, pinned down in to the mattress, Gerard straddling his waist and pinning his wrists to the pillow. Frank gulped at Gerard’s furious expression.
“I don’t want it to be like this Frank, but if I have to I will make you do what I say,” Gerard breathed threateningly in Frank’s ear, sending shivers up his spine. “Is that clear?”
“Y-yes,” Frank whimpered, turning his head away from Gerard, not wanting to meet his furious eyes.
“Prove it,” Gerard growled.
“What do I have to do?” Frank mumbled.
“Kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it.”
Frank turned his head to meet Gerard’s face, only inches away from his. He stared with wide eyes at Gerard, watching as the gap between their faces got smaller. Gerard’s lips pressed against Frank’s and he froze, his body tensing up. When Frank didn’t respond, Gerard bit down on his lip and gripped his wrists tighter. Frank slowly opened his lips up to Gerard, scared of what would happen if he didn’t. Gerard moaned softly, his body sinking further down on to Frank, his lips moving hungrily. Frank willed himself to kiss Gerard back like he wanted him to, like he meant it. He found it easier than he’d thought it would be to kiss him like he meant it. He’d thought he’d never be able to and yet he was kissing Gerard back almost as fiercely as Gerard was kissing him.
Gerard moved away, kissing down Frank’s cheek, down his jaw, down his neck and to his collar bone and up again sucking on Frank’s pulse. Gerard smiled at the breathy moan that came from Frank.
Gerard sucked harder and once he was satisfied he’d left a big enough mark he moved his face back up to look at Frank. His eyes were closed over and he was breathing fast.
“I think you proved yourself Frankie,” Gerard whispered in Frank’s ear and then licked the shell of his and grazed his teeth over his earlobe, making Frank groan and arch his back up.
Gerard smirked and went back to kissing every inch of Frank’s soft, pale tattooed skin.