Gerard's POV

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Much to my disappointment our pleasant drive to Frank's apartment was over, I let a deep sigh escape me as I clambered put off the car to open Frank's door. Frank beamed a grin at me as I lift himself out of my Sudan; a caught a brief whiff of his heavenly scent as he brushed past me. How glorious it was, it made me want to smother my self in him. Trying to sound less creepy I asked, "Would you like me to walk you to your door?" To which he simply smiled and nodded. His smile deserved a Grammy.
Wow gee not even 24 hours and you're already falling for him.

"So Gee." Frank said trying to make conversation with that holy voice of his, "Seen you brought coffee, how 'bout you come on and I'll make you a coffee." He added with a cheeky wink on the end. We had reached his apartment 353 Roderick Calerber House - fancy name for a bad neighbourhood. "That's one invitation I can't decline Frankie." There it was that adorable blush of his. Aware of his tomato of a face, he skin on the ball of his foot and thumbled his keys in the lock eager to open it.
He waltzed inside waving his arms he smiled "This is my casa, wanna sit on the couch I'll go make coffee." He directed me to his small red couch that sat in view of a TV. Nothing special but it felt homely. It felt like Frank. Slouching I fell on to his Sofa, it smelt of him.
Frank had been gone a while and I heard crashed in the Kitchen, following the noise I sped down the hall way in my purple socks, having shed my green jacket and white converse earlier along with Frank.
He was standing there with a grin like a toddler who just got away with drawing on the walls "What took you so long?" He inquired strutting toward me. "Frank." I whispered as he placed his cool hand across my jaw cupping it gently. Taken back by his confidence it took a minute for me to reply to his kiss. Unlike our first it was sheer lust, quickly deepened by Frank. Pushing him we made our way to the counter his face still firmly latched to mine. I gripped his thighs lifting him up onto the marble work top. His legs spread allowing me to stand between them, running my hands around his body, taking in every inch of his divine body. I made my way slowly to his flies, slowly teasing him I unzipped them being sure to palm his increasingly hard member. Frank loosened his grip on my hair and pulled away from the kiss, his head fell backward and rested on the cupboard behind his realising a whorish moan. Panting in rhythm with him, gasping for air I mumbled "Bedroom?" Still moaning Frank nodded. Brusquely I pulled him onto me, his legs snaked around my hips. We embarked to his room leaving both our jeans on the blue tiled kitchen floor. Some how he'd managed to get mine off without my knowing. Before we'd even left the kitchen he was smothering my neck in kisses and several bites that would defiantly leave nice purple marks, with him technically straddling me he rutted against me hoping for release. Explicit moan and what I assume were each others names left our lips. His being next to my neck sent vibrations across me. This is going to be a night to remember.

Notes

How am I doing so far guys?