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I felt Franks' hand grab my wrist, his feed pounding on the carpeting and forcing me to drag along. His bulge in his underwear seemed to bounce along with him, and I couldn't help but stare once we stopped in front of the bathroom door, the steam already radiating through the entrance and dampening my hair. I decide he must've set this up.
Gerard, stop thinking like that.
I involuntarily shook my head, getting my eyes off his asset and looking him in those bright orbs of his.
"...You set this up, you fucker."
He blushed, the color spreading through his cheeks fast. Without a word, he decided to stop denying shit and pulled the door open, the creaking sound filling the hallway and the not-so-distinct smell of warm water flooding the room.
I turn my gaze to the space in front of me, seeing the stream of water flowing from the showerhead in the back, and the soaps and towel perfectly lined on the countertop in front of the vaporous mirror. It was pretty damn organized for a high-schooler living by himself, considering I can barely awake at dawn even with the help of a parent. The walls were colored a casual olive, and the shower curtain a plain white with floral print.
"Frank, you're such a girl," I looked at him with acknowledgement and a faked look of disgust that highlighted my damp face, and with that he gave me a killer smile of his.
"I did it ironically, Gerard. Now come on!"
He twisted his fingers around the hem of my top, tugging on it before getting it tangled in the medium locks of my hair, and finally cooperating to hit the floor. With a quickened bite of his lip, I could see his eyes looking over my pale flesh, savoring the moment for himself.
I didn't see what was to admire about my frame.
Frank, on the other hand, does have a build you can't help but feel a urge to run your bare hands over, feeling him for yourself before making him throatily moan out your name in ecstasy.
I wasn't like that. I was just... Gerard.
At last, his guided fingers moved down to my undergarnment, the index finger pressing particularly hard. He fumbled, questioning where he should pull down before finally settling on a spot on my right thigh and before you know it, my boxers were on the ground.
I, however, wasn't so cautious as to where I grazed my palm when it was his turn. My fingers barely brushed over his crotch, followed by a hoarse groan and an, "Oh, fuck...".
My eyes met Franks', his still half-lidded with euphoria and mine with one eyebrow raised just enough to silently communicate, "Seriously?"
Still, I could not hide the simple fact that that moan was fucking sexy, and I had nearly fallen victim to his trying to coax me.
With a quick motion of my hands, which were more careful this time, we were both undressed and his finger had brought my chin down, connecting us into a sensual, ardent kiss. My fingers glided along his back before finally entangling in his locks of ebony hair, getting stuck in the moment. I felt him take ahold of my inner thighs, forcing my legs to wrap around his body and put all my weight and trust onto him.
"So...Sexy."
Lifting my hand, I brought it to cup Franks' face, pushing him deeper into the kiss. My nose caught the smell of sweet strawberry in the air, which I noticed from behind me were from the open bottles of body wash.
"Oh my God, Frank. Strawberry?" In the most innocent, playful form, I could not believe him.
"It sets the mood," he giggled, the tone obviously showing through that he wasn't, at all, joking.
He wrapped his arms around my back, gripping me tighter against his flesh so he could let me down easily once behind the shower curtain.



The lukewarm water pounded against our foreheads, gliding along our cheeks before finally hitting the bathtub floor. The sound of the liquid thudding on our bodies almost drowned out the sound Frank was trying to say, which I made out to be, "Kiss me."
I made my actions translate into a, "Yes," and made the response true, our lips meeting as he reached for the bottle of soap. I took the oppurtunity to uncouple our lips, mine now damp and a dark color.
Frank grasped the container, tucking it into his arm before reaching for the scarlet wash cloth. The water coming between us blurred my vision, but I wasn't oblivious enough to miss what Frank just mouthed at me.
"Look alive."
I lifted my head up a little more, guessing that my insecurity shined through my outer body. Being out in the open wasn't my thing.
He shook the bottle, the substance pouring out in a white stream onto the washcloth.
"Close your eyes."
And so I did.
I was met with a sloppy kiss, with Franks' arms snaking around my back and moving the washcloth around to cleanse me. "Mmm, aghh, Frank..." I couldn't hold back my groaning when his knee brushed my length. I didn't know if I was going to make it out of there without getting off.
His moving hand swiped my cheek, leaving a distinct trail of bubbles across my face. I heard snickering, opening my eyes to hear what he was laughing at.
"You have a bubble beard," Frank giggled, slight at first but faster and more giddy as the seconds passed.
"Fucking child," I whispered, just barely loud enough for him to hear. It shut him up, but planted a seed of guilt in the pit of my stomach. I actually thought it was cute he noticed these things. I immediately changed my mind, my thoughts and feelings determining why. "Now come here."
I made a quick motion, taking him by surprise and grabbing the washcloth out of his hands. Flipping him around and slamming him into the shower wall, I heard a soft noise from his mouth. I was trying to be as alluring as I could, but he was making it hard with his... adorableness.
His back was now against me, and I stood there for the next several seconds questioning where to go with this. I decided on something quickly, not making him stand there for too long.

I brushed my palm over him, his eyes getting wider with a soft groan and then relaxing into my movements. "You're noisy, aren't you?"
He nodded with a delicate smile.
"Well, that's good..."
I started to become insistent on seeing his face, finally taking the initiative at his unresponsiveness and I grabbed him by his prominent shoulders, making it so his body was now facing me.
As if on command, he made his best effort to lift his legs around my waist to straddle me, his small noises of exertion showing so. My lips grazed down his neck to his steady chest, sucking softly just enough to burst the blood vessels and leave a light purple mark on his flesh. I started to feel a trickle of red liquid moving down his chest, his soft groans diverting my attention away from it. I felt the water begin to gradually become colder, me carefully reaching for the faucet to pull the lever to the right, turning the heat up. My fingers traced along his curved frame, feeling every inch of him before positioning myself.
"F-Fuck!" Franks' noises were not quiet.
My fast movements became slow, passionate ones- I wanted to make this as enjoyable as I could before going to class.
I couldn't help but let out a series of whining noises as the pleasure became overwhelming.
Reaching in between us, I let my hand wander to Franks' dick, still keeping our lips connected. I began to move my fingers, stroking him slowly at first and picking up the pace when I felt a fire light in the pit of my stomach.
"K-keep going, Gerard... Ahh, fuck!" I heard him moan and groan my name, while I continued to hit his prostate. His nails scratched down my back, leaving a trail of red lines down the backside. It stung in the best way possible.
"Shit...Frank, Can I-?" he seemed to know just what I was asking, because he shook his head a "Yes.".
I began to feel an immense wave of pleasure wash over my body, starting in my toes and ending in my stomach. As if in unison, I started to feel my high right when Frank did- our moans and fucking in sync.
I collapsed to the shower floor in a pile of watered-down sweat and heat, Frank toppling on to me not too long after. His arms wrapped around me, our heads against the tub wall.
"We can't just sit here."
"I know."
"Towel?"
I nodded.
His shaking hand grasped at the knob, missing a few times before grabbing ahold of it. The water stopped, leaving us in a cold lump on the floor. His hand extended, me taking it to help us both up.
My eyes wandered to the towel rack, seeing there was only one- a large, light green, fluffy towel that looked like it could handle two. Frank saw what I was staring at, and his eyes immediately met mine as if to say, "You can have it". I gave him the same look, seeing that we weren't going to get anywhere by going back and forth.
I held on to Franks' shoulder climbing out, and handed the towel to him to unfold it.
"Here..."
He took it by the edges, wrapping it around us, with our body heat keeping us warm.

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