Pansies

He pushed his hands further into the fresh earth, watching the contrast between the brown dirt and his pale skin. He expected it to be rough and grainy but it felt like satin to his senses. His bare knees felt no pain as he knelt in the dirt. The burning sensation around his entrance wasn't there and all he could feel was the throbs and twitches of his hard dick as it leaked all over the garden floor. Suddenly he was he was too deep inserted in his own lust filled mind, he knew that his lover was almost there. His lover collapsed against his back pushing him even deeper into dirt floor, one hand still on his shoulder but the other right beside his face holding himself steady. He opened his eyes and saw writing on the knuckles. Wait Bob didn't have tattoos. What the hell? Looking over his shoulder he saw Frank with his mouth agape and his black hair sticking to his sweaty face. Before he could say anything Frank started to repeat his name over and over,

"Gerard, Gerard, Gerard, Gerard, Gerard......"

"Gerard? Gerard?"

He felt a warm palm against his naked shoulder and shivered at the touch, opening his sleep filled eyes he looks up at his husband crouched over him in concern.

"Are you okay Gee? You were moaning and tossing around, I thought you might be sick." Bob asked him with concern in his voice.

Gerard looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was only ten at night. It wasn't late but Bob should have been home four hours ago! He wanted to be mad and yell at him and ask him why was he home so late but the hard on in his boxers was telling him different. Leaning up he grabbed Bob by his tie and pulled him down towards the bed, flipping him on his back as he crawled on top of him straddling his husbands waist. He ground his ass down onto Bob's crotch, moaning as his cock twitched with excitement.

"I take it you're, *grunts* not mad?" Bob manages to spit out.

"I'm mad-oh fuck!-but I need this right now," Gerard sighed out "So just shut up and let me sit on your cock!"

He quickly paused his grinding and lifted himself from his place on top to remove his boxers. Spitting on his fingers he puts one hand behind himself and starts to spread himself apart. Looking at Bob just lying there watching him, he barks out,

"Take off your clothes fucker!"

Bob startles and quickly complies ripping off his clothing as quickly as possible. Scooting himself further up the bed until his back is to the headboard, slowly stroking his cock as he watches Gerard whimper and bite his lip as he stretches his hole open.

Gerard looks to Bob and decides that's good enough, extracting his fingers from himself he crawls up the bed until his ass is positioned above his husbands cock. Sinking down in one fluid motion he begins to ride himself out.

"What was in that-motherfuck!-dream that got you so desperate?" Bob pants out.

Gerard ignores him and puts his hand on his own leaking cock, images of the dirt between his fingers and tattooed hands in his mind. Soon enough he comes in unison with Bob, letting himself fall back against the bed as Bob covers him with the duvet kissing his cheek and spooning behind him as they fall into sleep together.

~

The next morning Gerard kisses Bob goodbye as he leaves to work, watching him from the doorway as he drives away. The memory of last night pops into his head and he can’t help the light blush that appears on his cheeks. He closes the front door, biting his lip, a bit surprised at himself when he remembers how forceful he was. Especially since sex between Bob and him was never like that. Sure it was good and having sex with someone you love is always amazing. But lately it’s just boring and plain, nothing special or exciting to really get the blood going. Last night was the first night in months that Gerard was horny enough to initiate sex himself.

Come to think of it he doesn’t even really remember what he dreamt about to get him that horny. Spending a few moments racking his brain for any hint of what he might have dreamt, he gives up and shrugs his shoulders brushing the thought off.

~

He’s spraying more window cleaner on the glass trying to get rid of the streaks when he sees a small pickup truck pull up to the curb in front of his house. The dark haired teenager steps out of the vehicle and waves at him. Gerard starts to wave back but stops midwave as the memory of last nights dream comes back to him. His eyes widen and his blood rushes to his cheeks and...other areas.

The doorbell rings and he jumps in surprise at the chime, rushing to the door he opens it quickly to see a smiling Frank on his porch. The intense summer heat already making beads of sweat appear on his tan skin.

“Hey Mr. Way.”

“Hi Frank. Come in, come in.’

“Oh no that’s all right I want to get started as soon as possible. Just wanted to tell you I was here and also ask you something real quick.”


“Okay. Well what did you want to ask me?”

“Um, do you prefer if I call you Mr. Way or Mr. Bryar? I don’t mean to be nosey but I was talking with my mom and she said you were married to a man. I just thought you might have said Way because you thought I might have a problem with it,” he says in an embarrassed manner “Which I don’t!” he adds hastily.

Gerard”s a bit flustered with himself because he can’t believe that he introduced himself as Way. He hasn’t done that in years!

“I uh...you know what? Just call me Gerard. Okay?” He says, trying to avoid answering why he introduced himself like that yesterday.

“Cool. I’m gonna go get started now. See you in a bit!”

Gerard watches him as he gets the lawn mower down from the bed of the truck. The muscles in his biceps flexing with the heavy weight of the machine and again when he pulls the cord to the engine. He wipes the sheen of sweat from his brow and waves at Gerard. Not realizing he had been staring so intensely he rushes back inside trying to stop himself from thinking such dirty thoughts of Frank while he was less than a hundred feet away. Trying to get himself to relax he decides to do some yoga to clear his mind. Going upstairs he changes into an oversized white t-shirt and black yoga pants, making sure to grab his yoga mat from the closet beside the stairs.

~

He breathes out slowly letting the air escape his lungs while he takes in the fresh air through his nose. Catching the scent of freshly mown grass from the front yard being carried by the breeze. Brushing a few strands of hair out of his face he unravels his legs from their crossed position and stands up stretching his hands up in the air before he continues the rest of his yoga poses. He hears the rustling of the leaves as he bends down to touch his toes, repeating this move a few times he stops and rises back to his full height. Once again he puts his arms in the air and slowly comes down with his hands and feet flat against the ground as he does the Downward Dog.

“Ah shit!” he hears someone say behind him followed by metal clanging. Turning his head to the side he sees a flustered Frank attempting to pick up the rake he had dropped in surprise. Quickly he gets out of his pose in shock.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine, sorry for disturbing you. I just was surprised you were back here and in, uh, that position you were in..." Frank trails off embarrassed.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I should have let you know where I was at least. You're probably scarred for life now, huh?" Gerard say jokingly trying to lighten the mood, "I'll just go in now so you can continue out here." he says as he bends down to gather his mat. As he walks by him he swears he heard him whisper something under his breath that make his cheeks burn even more.

"More like eternal spank bank material."

Notes

sorry!
-vENOMOUS kISS