Anytime You Want

A small gasp escapes my lips as I see what Gerard’s done. A trailer, hidden in the densely packed woods looks uninhabited and filthy, but from the lights shining from the open door I can see that we’re home.
I turn to him, my smile wide with awe. He pecks me on the forehead. With a jocund yell, I grab his hand and run towards the trailer that stands in the omnipresent dark. I walk through the door. The inside has a plush red carpet and dark grey, nearly black walls, the lighting provided by twinkling fairy lights lining the perimeter of the ceiling. I walk around, stroking the soft black leather sofa of the living room, gobsmacked. A huge television with a stack of DVDs dominates a wall, and an old fashioned record player with its vinyl discs makes me grin wildly. I always did prefer these records to the digital versions of songs, and as I stroke the plastic it reminds me of what music used to be like.
“Wanna see the bedroom?”
Gerard takes my hand and leads me down the narrow corridor, past a tiny bathroom and a miniature kitchenette, to the other end of the trailer. A bed with black silk sheets and deep red rose petals fills the small space. I look up at Gerard, an astonished smile causing an ache in my cheeks.
“It’s perfect” I beam.
Never in my whole life had I seen somewhere so me and him, so luxurious, so perfect. He takes the back of my head in his hand, squeezing my fingers with his other. I realised that this could never have been home without him.
“Gee, I’m so thankful for this. I love you.”
“Let’s call it life one point one shall we? A new life together.”
I look up into his honey hazel eyes, and he pulls me in and kisses me slowly. I love his cherry chapstick taste, the way he plants a tiny kiss against the corner of my mouth each time we move closer, like a signature. It’s him that pulls me onto the soft sheets, but I am determined to dominate him. I pull myself around onto his hips, my mouth working anxiously against his. I feel his lips turn upwards against the corner of my mouth. I can almost hear him thinking you cheeky little shit. My attempts to pin the taller, stronger man down are pathetic. He bats me underneath him and puts his whole weight on me, leaning on my arms so they are trapped.
“I hope you didn’t think that you’d get away with something as stupid as trying to dominate me without some form of retribution, Frank.” He smiles, amused at my wriggles. I want to be strong again, but I’d not been strong since before I went into prison the first time. I force myself to resist the restraint he had on me.
“There’s a good boy” Gerard cooed. “I know you want to dominate me. Trouble is, I to do the same to you.” I smile.
“I’ll flip a coin for it” I say. His own smile split his face to reflect reckless, boyish charm I know hides behind the love and concern he has for me. He takes a quarter from his pocket, and in the second he moves his arm I wriggle free and pin Gerard down, so he’s lying on his back. He sits up, throwing me off irritatingly easily.
“Now, now. Play nicely. I’m going for heads.” I wrap my legs around his waist and he kisses me before tossing the silver coin. I groan at the head that is revealed when Gerard lifts his palm. When I look to him, he smirks.
“Looks like you’re going to pay attention, doesn’t it?” He laughs cockily at my mock grumpiness, and then whispers seductively in my ear. “You want to undress yourself, or am I going to have to do it for you?”
He doesn’t wait for my reply. He snakes his hands between my ribs and my shirt, and pulls it off. He peppers my tattooed chest in tiny kisses, and I pull off his top too, throwing it aside. I feel myself growing hard, straining against the denim of my jeans. He pushes me off him, and whips off the remainder of his clothes, except a pair of tight boxers which showed off the hard bulge. He kisses my chest again, but moves down, leaving little nips and kisses as he goes. I groan as he reaches my crab ladder, uncontrollably so. He undoes the belt, and pulls my jeans and boxers off in one.
“God for what you lack in height…” he mutters. He kisses up the length and a low rumble forms at the back of my throat. He pulls his boxers down, as if he can’t stand the layer between us, and gently turns me over. I hear the snap of a lid, and then the cool wet lube that makes me jump. He slips a finger inside me, and then another. I’m painfully hard, leaking precum on the dark sheets.
“Please...” The word is difficult to get out amongst the animalistic moans, but he hears. I hear a package torn open, and I feel the tip of him at my ass.
I screw up my eyes as he gently pushes himself into me, his own grunt just as feral as my own.
“You feel amazing, Frank. Shit.” He slides himself in and out gradually, and kisses the back of my ear and neck. At each stroke he mumbles ‘I love you.’
I feel his calloused hand working away at my erection and I squirm at the butterflies building inside me. I hear the air escape mine and Gerard’s lungs as the butterflies explode into an overwhelming sensation, and I feel Gerard collapse onto me. We, both panting, our chests heaving, a sticky sweat coating our bodies, hold each other for a blissful moment that stretches forever.

Notes

Smut and fluff, I know. Anyways.
xo