Loner

“Gee!” Frank walks through the apartment in search of his boyfriend. “Gerard?” A huge smile stretches across his face and excitement is pumping through his veins. “Where are you?”

Gerard is supposed to be home. He doesn’t have to meet with any clients today. Maybe someone called him at the last minute or something. That is the only conclusion to draw from the silent apartment. There isn’t even a faint aroma of coffee, which means that he’s been gone for a while.

The canvas he’d been working on stands abandoned to one side of the room, the paint holders all closed and lying next to dry paint brushes.

For a second Frank considers going downstairs to visit Bert, but he really wants Gerard to be the first person he tells the great news to, and he does not trust himself to keep his mouth shut while hanging out with Bert.

Well, that just leaves the television, he thinks, sighing as he plops down on the couch and starts scanning through boring infomercials.

*

Gerard counts out his quarters to add up to pay for his coffee. Unfortunately, his hands decide to have a mind of their own at that moment and quarters go running across the floor in every possible direction.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he curses under his breath in dismay. Paying is the only thing standing in the way of him and his delicious, life changing Starbucks coffee. Now he has to delay their beautiful union by hunting down change. It’s not like his pockets are filled with dollar bills, unfortunately.

He bends down to start retrieving the first coins that were closest to his feet. Why can’t coffee cost only a quarter? Then his problem would be solved in an instant. It feels ridiculous crawling around on the floor in search of money. When did things get this bad that he can’t even pay for a simple coffee without having to scrap together every penny? The life of a working man is tough.

A pair of hands comes into his view, holding out some change, and he looks up gratefully at the person helping him collect his money.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” the stranger smiles, and he’s glad to see that there’s nothing mocking about it.

Gerard reaches his hand out and takes the coins from the other man, before shoving it into his pocket where they should be safe from escaping again. His attention returns to finding the last change.

“Those were the last,” the voice informs him, and Gerard’s eyes instantly look back at him.

“You know, if we haven’t already sort of met, this could totally count as a meet cute,” the guy says as a slow, lazy smile spreads across his face, his words somewhat catching the other off guard. “You don’t remember me, do you?” he continues, noticing the bewildered look on his face.

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

“A while ago,” the male with the medium length chocolate colored hair says.

Gerard rakes his brains, trying to remember, but comes up blank.

“I’m sorry.”

The stranger swiftly straightens up and holds out a hand to Gerard, who awkwardly refuses and gets back to a standing position on his own.

“I’m Eric. I’m the guy who walked into you the other day just as you were leaving this same Starbucks.”

The raven-haired male remembers the incident referred to, but can’t exactly recall the perpetrator who had spilled his coffee. The only choice he has is to believe the man.

“Right, right. I’m Gerard.”

“I know.”

“What?” Gerard asks, confused, wondering if maybe he’d misheard.

“I told you we’d see each other again, and here we are. Here, I’ve got it,” he adds, paying for Gerard’s coffee.

The male starts to protest, but is cut short.

“I owe you for the coffee spill the other day.”

“I told you that was okay. No big deal.”

“And yet I’ve never seen anyone look so disappointed over coffee wasted,” Eric says with an amused smile.

Gerard feels his cheeks flush in embarrassment. He was unaware that his face betrayed his emotions so clearly.

“I thought I played it pretty cool.”

“Oh, trust me, you did, but I’m very observant,” he assures the other male with a hint of seriousness to his voice.

“Yeah, I’m going to go home and drown in my shame.”

“What?” Eric asks, slightly panicked. “I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed. It was just an observation. I–”

His sudden outburst takes Gerard by surprise, and his eyes grow wide as he hurries to appease his newfound acquaintance.

“It’s fine. I’m joking. It’s really not that bad.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m positive, but I have to go,” he says, because he feels slightly awkward now. He isn’t quite sure how to handle the situation at hand. “I’m late and–”

“Can I have your number? We can get together and talk over non-spilled coffee about your obvious addiction to coffee,”

Eric says smoothly, back to his old self.

He is like a mobile constantly spinning. One second he’s smiling, and then he’s freaking out and, without warning, he’s suddenly all charming again.

“Uhm…” Gerard hesitates, not sure whether to give his number to a person he just met, and knows nothing about.

Then again, Eric does not look like someone who has a lot of friends, and that makes Gerard feel sorry for him.

“Give me your number, and I’ll give you a call when I can.”

Eric’s eyes light up.

“Sure.” He recites his phone number. “You promise to call?”

His hopeful request confirms Gee’s suspicions that he’s somewhat of a loner, and he feels okay promising that he will call.

“Of course. Maybe I’ll see you around again sometime.”

“Maybe,” Eric smiles, leaving Starbucks and waving at him one last time before disappearing from view.

*

Gerard locks the front door behind him and drops the keys in the bowl with the rest. He takes off his jacket and walks into the living room, wondering where Frank is. As if in answer to his thoughts, the smaller male jumps on him from out of nowhere, wrapping his legs around Gerard’s body and planting a firm kiss on his cheek.

“Welcome home, Gee,” he breathes in his boyfriend’s ear.

“You seem to be in a good mood.”

“I am,” Frank smiles with sparkling hazel eyes. “Guess who got a promotion today.”

“What!?”

It is an ecstatic exclamation. Gerard is extremely happy for his boyfriend, knowing that he’s worked really hard for this promotion for a very long time. Besides that, a promotion brings along a raise, which would really help their financial position.

Frank nods enthusiastically, with a face-splitting grin.

“Yes, I’m no longer the stupid fucking assistant. I am now the manager, and, to top it all off, I’m going to get my own assistant.”

Gerard pulls his lover flush against his body.

“That’s sounds so hot.”

He watches as lust flickers across the other’s face.

“Then let’s celebrate,” Frank suggests seductively, bucking his hips.

*

Dozens of pictures appear on the computer screen, pictures of Gerard Way with his sleek onyx black hair and slightly sad, yet beautiful, hazel eyes smiling happily, and clearly displaying his small white teeth, to be exact.

The male with the dark brown hair and equally dark brown eyes stares at them intently, taking in every possible feature of the face on the screen. And what a stunning face it is. He scrolls down, and more pictures appear, all from social media sites where Gerard shares his life with friends. Eric considers himself a friend of the knee-destroyingly beautiful man.
They’ve talked, and he’s given him his number. Now he just has to call.

There are several pictures where Gerard is not alone. These pictures are invaded by three other men. One of them has sandy blonde hair, and wears glasses. Mikey Way. He must be a brother or cousin of Gerard. He doesn’t show up that much, but the two of them seem close.

Then there is a guy with dark shoulder length hair and a beard, who often occupies photos where the last guy is also included. This one is covered in tattoos and also has several piercings. He’s cute, but not on the same level as Gerard, or nearly as attractive. He seems to be pretty short as well.

The next picture comes as a shock to his system, and shows that Gerard and the latter are more than just friends. That is definitely what a kiss would imply, and then it seems that these disturbing images are never-ending. They keep coming – pictures of Gerard and the kid grinning broadly, hugging, kissing, fooling around.

Eric slams his laptop shut, unable to look at the pictures any longer. So he has a boyfriend. That is definitely unsettling news. That just won’t do.

He opens that laptop up again and starts researching the presumed boyfriend. Frank Iero.

*

Gerard grabs Frank’s face and kisses him deeply.

"I guess you deserve a reward for this."

"Mmmmm," Frank sighs into the kiss. "What *kiss* do you *kiss* have in mind, baby?"

Gerard smirks suggestively, not quite separating the contact between their lips.

"A few good ideas come to mind."

Frank can feel the excitement radiating off of his boyfriend.

"It involves you, me and your tie," Gerard breathes, tugging at the red piece of material in question.

"Oooh," Frank moans as he pulls the other male even closer to him. "What," he gasps, "what d-do you think we can do with it, Gee, baby?" he whispers seductively in his ear. "Want me to tie you up, huh?"

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Gerard asks, absentmindedly still fiddling with the tie around Frank’s neck.

He leans closer and starts to whisper in his boyfriend’s ear.

"I bet you can picture my naked, sweaty body writhing beneath yours – especially if I'm completely at your mercy."

He can feel his own jeans tightening at the thought.

"Hmmmm, yes, fuck, Gee, baby!" Frank growls, "I want to caress every inch of your perfect body, mark you up, bring you to the fucking edge, and make you beg to cum." he gasps obscenely, nibbling at Gerard’s ear. "You want that, don't you? You slut."

Bring me to the edge? You have no idea that I'm already there just waiting to explode.

"Then do it." Gerard challenges.

"Fuck," Frank pushes him over onto the bed, ripping his clothes carelessly from his body as he does so. "The things," he growls, "that you do to me," he grinds his boner down on Gerard’s thigh, allowing him to feel how turned on he is.

Gerard grinds his teeth together at all the sensations running through his body at once, but it’s useless at stopping the half growl, half moan coming from deep within.

"I thought *gasp* I thought this was all about what you are going to do to..." The rest of the words are lost as his thoughts blur together in need.

"Fuck, Gee," Frank gasps, getting some distance between them – just to regain some of his composure – “If I don't have you tied to this fucking bed very soon, I'm gonna ruin these pants."

He gets up completely, undressing himself at a frantic pace.
Gerard’s head drops back onto the still clean sheets and he provides his lungs with a large gulp of air. Meanwhile his entire body is screaming for more. More contact. Definitely more friction. Then there is Frank’s hands, ooh, and his mouth everywhere all over him. By now all blood had gathered in his nether regions.

Frank delicately lets his fingers travel along the familiar smoothness of Gerard’s skin, relishing in the way he shivers under the caress. He knows exactly where to touch to drive Gerard completely insane.

"Mmmm," he moans loudly as he attaches his mouth to Gerard’s neck, his chest, his abdomen, and then back up to his nipples, sucking the left one into his mouth.

"Aah, fuck, Frank!!" Gerard hisses loudly.

His hands bury themselves in Frank’s hair, and he badly wants to pull, but refrains from it in case Frank stops whatever the hell he’s doing with his mouth, because it feels so fucking good!

Frank gently lets his teeth graze the sensitive skin, pulling on it a bit, before swirling his tongue around the nub.

"Gee," he pulls back completely, looking up at Gerard.

The innocent, desperate look in Gerard’s eyes nearly breaks him. He scrambles to quickly grab the tie.

Gerard’s eyes grow wide as he sees what Frank’s doing, and realizes what's coming. This is going to be hell in the best possible way. He starts gasping uncontrollably.

Frank plays up the manic smirk gracing his lips, knowing it'll drive Gerard nuts. He gently twirls the tie around in his hands as he makes his way back over to Gerard, never breaking eye contact.

"Should I tie myself?" Gerard asks, growing impatient.

"No," Frank hisses through clenched teeth. "You should learn to be fucking patient, before I make you pay."

Gerard cocks a sly eyebrow.

"Frankie."

Gerard gives him his best pleading look. He can never match his boyfriend’s puppy face, but it's worth a try, because Gerard is dying for some action.

A low, animalistic growl rips from Frank’s throat.

"Fuck, okay. You asked for it..." he fiercely ties Gerard’s hands to the bedpost, not caring at all to be gentle.

Gerard struggles against the bonds, getting used to the feeling. He is so screwed. He twists desperately, wanting to get some release from the tension he’s experiencing.

"Frank, p-please."

Frank nearly blows his already threatening load at the sight of his man struggling like that, and then begging too, to top it all off.

"Hold still," he orders, traveling down Gerard’s body, holding his hips down, and giving his cock a slow teasing lick.

"A...aha...he...huh... Fuck, Frank," Gerard growls through clenched teeth.

He tries to concentrate on his boyfriend’s hands on his hips, but even that causes his throbbing cock to twitch violently.

Frank pulls back, smirking at Gerard’s reaction. He can’t get over the very inviting sight of his boyfriend’s beautiful, leaking cock. He spreads his thighs even wider, lowering his tongue to between his cheeks.

Gerard’s body goes rigid at this new sensation. He wants to kick and squirm, but uses all of his willpower to stay still, otherwise this would not end well, considering that Frank’s face is right between his legs. That has got to be the hottest thing ever. Frank’s gorgeous face worshipping the most sensitive part of his body, and his tongue deliciously teasing his entrance, is slowly driving Gerard to insanity.

He can't take any more of this much longer.

He tugs desperately at his bonds, wanting to force Frank’s tongue even deeper into him. He really needs him. Now!

"Frankie, please," he pants desperately. "I'm fucking close, and you've barely touched me," he moans wantonly.

Frank pulls back immediately, crawling back over his boyfriend’s perfect body, to growl throatily in his ear.

"No. You will not come yet, I haven't even been inside of you yet. Hold it," he moans his demand. He reaches for the bedside drawer, where they keep their lube. He decides to leave the condom. "Bare-backing tonight, babe?"

"Yes! Yes, anything! Just stop teasing, and get on with it. Fuck. I'm about to explode."

Gerard watches Frank’s movements, wishing desperately that he was able to form a remotely coherent thought at the moment. Frank is just such a breath-taking creature.

Frank releases a shuddery sigh, trying to compose himself, if he’s ever even gonna get inside of his boyfriend at all without exploding. He opens the lube, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. He rubs it at Gerard’s entrance teasingly, hoping to see him squirm some more. The teasing of Frank’s fingers at his entrance has Gerard squirming, and he can feel the pre-cum dripping from his dick. If there really was a heaven, he'd imagine it to be something like this. Frank lets two fingers slip into his entrance simultaneously, because they both know that Gerard can take it.

"Aaah!"

It's not a cry of pain so much as one of surprise. Frank definitely knows how his man likes it, and Gerard soon starts to moan like a cheap whore.

His restraints won't let him touch Frank, and that's probably the worst punishment, because he so desperately wants to.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh," Frank says, rocking his fingers in and out of Gerard. "Fuck, look at you. All needy and willing, and... You really are just a filthy fucking slut for me, aren't you?" he growls.

Frank spends some time opening Gerard up nicely for his cock, before deciding that he should just go for it. Neither of them can stand it much longer anyway.

"Gee," he growls out half a warning, before he positions himself, and slowly starts sinking into Gerard.

Gerard is slowly filled by Frank, and his head drops back against the pillows as he moans shamelessly loud in immeasurable pleasure. This is a feeling he doubts he’d ever be able to get used to, no matter how familiar it is. It’s a very welcome sensation, though – as it always is.

When Frank is finally fully enveloped in the place inside of Gerard that's reserved only for him, he holds still for a moment. He just allows them both to relax a bit, looking deeply into his boyfriend’s eyes, conveying nothing but pure love and warmth - even amidst all this heat and lustful passion.

Gerard really regrets letting Frank tie him up now. As they lie here just staring into each other's eyes, he wants nothing more than to caress his lover’s beautiful face. The look in Frank’s eyes stirs something deep inside of him. He loves this man, and this man is his.

Holding Gerard’s face in both his hands, Frank leans down to kiss him slowly, deeply and filled with so much love, it's sickening. The kiss deepens and progresses quickly into a furious twirling of tongues. Frank loves the little moans his man emits, because he knows that he’s the one making Gerard feel that way.

Gerard wraps his legs around Frank’s waist in an attempt to pull him even closer, while their tongues dance together.
These are the moments that he loves the most – the
moments where the whole world is forgotten, and it's just the two of them, and he knows that nothing can ever ruin this, what they have.

Finally breaking apart for some air, Frank grins down at his boyfriend, and begins slowly thrusting in and out of him. He bites his lip trying to stifle some of the noise he’s threatening to make.

Gerard’s fists clench and he strains against the stupid tie holding him to the bed. I'm going to burn it as soon as we're done here, he mentally vows, even though he really knows it’s not true at all.

He wants to beg Frank to untie him, but his thoughts are scattered all over the place. Frank’s steady motions of rocking in and out of him is driving him slowly insane, and he doesn't even attempt to muffle his desperate moans. This is just too good.

"Touch me," he begs, his cock aching for attention.

Frank ignores his request, instead rocking in and out of him even faster, deeper, harder – nearly falling over the edge. At Gerard’s desperate little moans, though, he takes some pity on him, grasping his aching cock in a firm grip.

He slams into Gerard over and over and over and over again, hitting that spot every single time, sending waves of pleasure through his entire being. Gerard pants and gasps and moans out loud, practically screaming profanities at the intensity of it all. Then, with Frank’s hand wrapped firmly around his cock, it's the last straw. That's all it takes for Gerard to come completely undone.

The combination of seeing Gerard spill all that he’s got to offer, feeling him clench around him, and the noises he keeps making along with that angelic face, has Frank burying his load so deep inside of his man – where he knows that he belongs. His frantically beating heart is practically set ablaze with the overload of emotions coursing through his very being.

He collapses on top of Gerard, and they're both breathing heavily. He’s still buried deep inside of him, though, as it should be. For a moment Gerard wishes that they could stay this way forever.

"F-fuck," Frank pants, struggling to untie Gerard.

Sighing half miserably, he decides to admit defeat, and pull out first, with enough reluctance. He hisses at the sudden lack of closeness, but endures it. Quickly fumbling Gerard out of his bonds, he releases a satisfied sigh once his man’s arms are around him again – a familiar warmth.

They lie still like that, a mess of tangled limbs, for a while. Eventually Gerard’s thoughts start to clear. He gently pushes the wet strands of hair clinging to Frank’s face back, and plants loving kisses all over every inch of him he can reach.

Frank’s heart still flutters at how gentle Gerard’s touches are – even after all this time.

"Gee?" he whispers.

"Yes, Frankie?"

Frank places a quick kiss to his boyfriend’s gorgeous lips, not letting it progress any further.

"I love you," he whispers, barely audibly, looking deep into his hazel eyes.

A slow, lazy smile spreads across Gerard’s face. Those words, such a simple confession, still sends his heart soaring – even after all the times he’d heard it, which is a lot!

"I love you too."

He returns the favour of tenderly kissing Frank’s lips.

"You definitely need to get promoted more often. But next time I'm definitely tying you up." he winks suggestively.

"We'll see," Frank smirks.

Gerard leans across Frank to grab the red tie, and watches his eyes grow wide.

"Let's."

"Woah, haha, easy, tiger," Frank snatches the tie from him, pinning his arms above his head. Leaning over Gerard, he raises an eyebrow at him. "You sure you're ready for round two, baby?”

"The question is: are you ready?"

"Tell you what, babe," Frank grins, "how 'bout we have a go at you fucking me up against the shower wall?"

He doesn't have to ask Gerard twice, and, before they even know it, Gerard’s hips have Frank (with the most adorable expression on his face) pinned to the shower wall.

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