Dead! - Frerard

I had my head on Gerard’s shoulder, he had on arm around my side and I had my legs tucked up onto the sofa. The old T.V. on in the background. There was only three or four channels and they were all black and white. I didn’t mind though, I wasn’t really watching it to be honest. I was drawing patterns on Gerard’s chest, swirling my hand around and to the hem of his shirt. He didn’t seem to notice the fact that I put my hand up his shirt and drew more patterns on this bare stomach. He giggled in between words (he was having a conversation about bands and music with Pete and Bob) when I brushed over his ticklish ribcage.
The living room (or what I called the living room anyways) door swung open and two hyper-active ghosts came flying through, laughing and swearing at each other. I’d never seen either of them. “Fuck you, Jared! Haha!” One said to who I’m guessing is Jared as he pushed the other one.
“Sit the fuck down you two!” Bob shouted, not looking up from the book he was reading. The two ghosts did as they were told and sat on the floor by the sofa we were on.

“Hey Gerard, I see you got a boy toy there.” The one that wasn’t Jared said.

Gerard scoffed, “No, Shannon, Frank is not a boy toy. He’s a boyfriend.”

“Ha, how’d Lyn Z take that?” Shannon asked, laughing. “Is it a cuddle-snuggle kinda thing, or a ‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard up against the fucking shower wall’ kinda thing?”

“Both. And I think she took it okay.” Gerard said back, shrugging.

“Hey kid,” I looked down where Shannon and Jared were sitting, “I’ve heard Gerard gets very rough in bed sometimes…” He smirked.

“I know.” I answered simply. Everyone turned around to look at our side of the room.

“You’ve slept with each other then?” Shannon pushed, despite the awkward silence.

“Uh…um….” I stuttered.

“Yes.” I heard Gerard say. Mikey flew from wherever he was in the house to sit in Pete’s lap.

“Who slept with who?”

“Frank and Gerard.” Patrick said from next to Bob.

“Slut.” I heard Lyn Z say. Gerard blushed a deep red.

“I’ve slept with a lot of people, deal with it.” Gerard spat.

“Sluuuuut.”

“I’m going to bed, Frank you’re coming too.” Gerard grabbed my hand and pulled me up through the ceiling. Gerard had a room in the attic, so he had to take me through everyone else’s rooms first.
He picked me up and threw me down onto his bed. I hit the pillows and sheets harder than I should have done. Gerard climbed over me and said, “God, I want you to fuck me.”

“Me fuck you?” I asked, my eyes wide. I’d never had sex with anyone but Gerard and I never topped with his because it wouldn’t work, I was human and he was a ghost.

“Yes.” Gerard answered. I pulled my hoodie off, my shirt going with it, and tugged at Gerard’s hoodie. He yanked it off. I undid my jeans and slid them down my legs, leaving my in just my boxers. Gerard pushed his jeans off, not undoing the fly or button or his belt, God he must need this. I moved on hand up to grab his half-hard dick through his boxers. “Mrgh…. Frank, please…” I pulled his boxers down and gripped his cock. He whimpered and bucked his hips forward into my hand.

“Gerard….lets swap places okay? It’s easier.” I said and Gerard nodded. We swapped quickly and I then asked “What now…? I’ve never topped.”

“Uh… you just…. Put your dick in my ass…?” Gerard said, laughing and panting.
“No…. like- prep and stuff.”

“Oh.” I had a brief idea anyway, so I just went with that. I put two fingers in my mouth and sucked them for a moment. Gerard whimpered quietly, his hands moving down to his ass. He pushed two fingers inside himself and gasped.
“Gerard, I’ll do it.” I said. He shook his head a pushed in deeper, letting a small moan escape his lips. He thrust his fingers in and out and God it was turning me on like nobody’s fucking business.

“Frank I- mfh- I’m ready…ah…ah…” Gerard gulped in mouthfuls of air, like there wasn’t enough of it to go around. He pulled his fingers out and hissed almost silently. I spat onto my hand and stroked my cock until it was slick enough. I shuffled forward and put one hand on Gerard soft hip. It gripped my dick and pushed into him slowly.
“Mrghh…. Oh God, Frank….so big ahh…” Gerard breathed out.

“God- fuck….you’re so….tight fuck…” I whimpered back. This was painful but it felt amazing. Gerard told me it gets better and just to go slowly. I moved my hips slightly when he gasped again.

“Sorry –uh- did….did I hurt you?” I asked.

“N-no. I want you to move….” Gerard answered, not sounding as harsh as it should’ve done.

“Magic word?” I said back, I liked being the dominant one.

“Please….”

“Good, ah...” I pushed my hips up, making Gerard moan. I continued to thrust into him. He moaned every time I did so, getting louder and higher pitched with each push. He was getting close to coming, I could tell from how tight he was around me and his how tense his thighs were and how his fingers curled in the sheets. I wanted to get there with him so bad. I thrusted in faster and harder. “FRANK- Ah! Fuck –fuck.” Gerard screamed, I hit his sweet spot. I locked in on that spot and rammed in harder, nudging that spot every time and every time making Gerard cry out in utter pleasure.

“Frank- I- I’m getting…..so close ah…” Gerard groaned out.
“So- so am I…” I replied.

“Come on….keep going…Ah!” Gerard ordered. I was going to be stubborn and say “What’s the magic word?” again, but I needed this. I thrusted firmer, as hard as I could. When I felt Gerard tighten around me, I screamed and came harder than I ever had before. It hit me like a fucking freight train.

“fuck….fuck…” I panted. Gerard started jerking himself off; I flicked his hand away and started to do it for him. He swallowed gulps of air and came onto my hand with a quiet moan. I thought he’d be louder than that, oh well.
I pulled out and flopped down next to him

“You….you were so good, Frank…” he breathed. He hadn’t realized I was already sleeping.

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