-Frank's POV-

I closed my eyes as he barely brushed his lips over the soft skin below my ear. He grazes it with his teeth lightly and I lean my head back to give him more access. His hand finds my stomach, pushing my button up over to the sides, leaving only my plain white tank. I feel like I'm in heaven. Soon, something's missing. I don't feel his lips or presence anymore. I crack open an eye to see that he was no longer there, not even in the room. I push myself up a bit and look around. Where the hell did he go? 'Oh no, oh no, no no no. Was he regretting this? Kissing me? The date, having me over? Oh god, what did I do?' I sat up and was about to go looking for him when he came back done the hall, grinning. Something was in his hands...


"Frankie," he sighed, "I'd just got you relaxed. Be a good boy and lay back down for me, would ya?" he coaxed with an "innocent" grin. As he inched closer I noticed that the objects in his hands were bandages and rubbing alcohol. Either he was one kinky little bitch or... "Take off your shirt, I need to see the damage." Hearing that had me torn-should I be turned on or self conscious? I felt both. I've always had appearance issues ever since I was little, mostly because my dad used to yell and scream that I was "fat", "ugly", "a waste", and, his favorite, "the worst decision of his life". It had scarred me, made me believe all the things he said were true. Not having friends never helped that situation either. And here was Gerard, the sexiest thing I've ever seen, asking to see my naked torso. There was no comparison between us-he was perfection and I was the complete opposite, not even worthy of him.


"I-uh, I'm okay Gerard. You don't have to worry about it, I'm sure the nurse-"


"Screw the nurse, I don't trust her. I wanna know that you're properly bandaged and medicined up. And since you won't let me take you to a doctor, I will be doing it. Come on now, love, lay back," he said, voice soft and melodic. He kneeled again and lightly pushed me back down. "Now, take off your shirt," he commanded. This tone was totally different-rough and demanding. Damn he was sexy when he was in charge. I really shouldn't oppose him, but...


"Make me," I smirked. I was feeling playful. He understood where I was going with this. Gerard narrowed his eyes and grinned.


"Oh I see, playing hard to get," he traced his fingers up my chest and to my chin. He rose from kneeling and straddled me, aligning his hips with mine. He crossed his arms. "Well Frank, there's two ways we can do this," he leaned over right next to my ear, moving his hips against mine as he leaned, "my way or the hard way." Goddamn the sparks that were shooting straight to my groin. I was trapped between his vice-like grip of his thighs and pinned beneath his body. It couldn't get hotter.


"What's the hard way?" I don't know what gave me the audacity to question him. I just dared to push. I could feel him smiling beside me.


"Oh I don't think you want to find out," he murmured, voice seductively low and heated. He sat back up, rotating his hips as he went and grinned oh-so innocently. God he can be such a tease sometimes...


"Oh alright then," I jokingly sighed and added, "only because you insist. I'm self conscious, so don't judge. We can't all look like you, ya know. And you're going to have to get off me," I motioned to his person. He was smiling like the Cheshire cat, probably because he was getting exactly what he wanted like a little kid. He swung his legs back to the floor and stood, never taking his eyes off me.


"Frankie, don't think like that. And I'd never judge you," He said nicely, putting seemingly normal emotion in his words, but his face and eyes were obviously not thinking about that. His eyes weren't on mine. They were on my chest, jumping at every single movement I was making. I slowly slipped my button up off my shoulder and then the other, trying to put on a little show. He licked his lips and audibly swallowed, which made me smirk. It was very pleasing to know how badly I was affecting him. I dropped it, letting it pool around my feet, leaving my white undershirt. Despite the confident façade I was parading around, my heart couldn't have been drumming any faster. I was alone in Gerard's house about to take off my shirt for him-I think it's pretty obvious what I was thinking about. The "accidental" rubbing from earlier wasn't helping my thoughts either... or my dick. I could feel the thrums course through my veins with every movement, every glance and breath. Some would say that time stood still, but not for me - Time raced relentlessly onward and all around us. It wasn't stopping for anyone. If anything, it sped up.


With that, I gripped the back of my tank and yanked it over my head. I tossed it casually next to my other shirt and crossed my arms in attempt to keep some heat in from the recent loss of warmth. That and the fact I was modest and trying to cover myself. I looked down at the ground. 'Damn, it's just your chest, not like you're full on naked,' I thought, trying to persuade myself to stop my profuse blushing. When I finally gathered the courage to look up again, my troubles melted away. Gerard's eyes did not meet mine, they were too busy looking down. They skimmed the contours of my torso to where my hips delved in and then to my little surprise. I could see his chest rise and fall faster and faster than before.


"You never told me you had more," he breathed, tracing the lines of my Search-and-Destroy tattoo. I had it done about six months ago, never told anyone about it. Well, except Ray and now Gerard. I had asked Ray to loan me money since he had a job and all. When he started questioning why I needed about $300, I kind of had to. The way Gerard was staring made the debt and costliness pay off.


"You like it?" I asked flirtatiously. He muttered something incoherent and nodded his head. He didn't look away or even blink. Good enough for me.


"G-get on the couch," he stuttered. I could tell he was getting bothered. You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words, I just wish they were for another reason... I did as commanded, propping myself on my elbows and one leg bent up. I think the room's temperature was raised a good ten degrees by now.


"On your back-" he stressed, forcing my shoulders down and head to fall onto the cushion. He smirked. "Better. Easier access this way," he picked up the bandages and alcohol. I looked down at my chest, There were a few band aids here and there and some sort of sticky salve. They did nothing to cover the boot-shaped bruises on my ribcage, the open wounds and bumps. You might as well have poured purple, green and yellow paint all over me-it's basically what my gnarly chest looked like. Gerard's forehead creased sympathetically as he observed the damage. "This will sting some, but you'll feel much better in a bit," he purred. He applied some of the medicine over the cuts, it was stinging like hell as he said. I winced as he dabbed more on, fidgeting as he went. "Hold still dammit, don't make it even harder," he said.


"Well it hurts like a bitch and I'm in enough pain already,"


"Frankie, I know and I'm sorry. But hold still, it'll be over soon. Or do I need to tie you down?" 'YES YES YES!' Err, no. I did not just say that. Fuck he was being a walking innuendo tonight.


"Maybe, maybe not," I huffed.


"You're making it sound very tempting right now. Better watch what you say or you'll be tied down. I'll be in control, you'll be completely helpless," he emphasized that last word, smirking. That kinky bastard. My eyes widened. All the images of what could play out were running through my head. Damn my fantasies of a half naked me before Gerard, allowing him to do anything-anything at all-that he wanted to me. Shit. My reverie was interrupted by a chuckle. "I thought that'd quiet you down. A few more bandages and you'll be done," he informed me. Thank God. I didn't think there could possibly be so much sexual tension in one room. Almost as if on cue, there was more.


"Get on your stomach for me. Need more room to uh, work." I flipped over as he said, revealing more of the tattoo. I heard quiet "oohs" and "ahhs" as he traced it with his icy cold fingertips. It left miniature lightning bolts in their wake. A few bandages were taped on and then it was done. I turned back over and looked at Gerard, his eyes filled with fervor and longing. He bit his lip, smiling. That mischievous look was something I had seen three days ago when he pressed me into the wall. He lowered his head to my stomach, leaving little kisses everywhere. It was better than the alcohol, I can tell you that. He nipped at my hipbone, making me gasp. I could feel the satisfactory smirk on his face and he made his way back to the middle. He dipped into my navel, which made my clamp down on my lower lip. I visibly shook in attempt to suppress the sounds forming in my throat. "It's no fun if you don't make noise, baby," he mumbled against my warm flesh. My God, as if I wasn't hard enough as it is... He worked his way up my chest to the hollow of my collarbone, his hands gliding up and down my sides. As he went higher up my body, he moved onto me little by little. He was fully straddling me once he got to my neck. He bit down extremely hard on the sensitive skin from earlier in detention. I couldn't help but whimper and gripped his hair firmly, tugging when he started biting roughly. He made his way up to my earlobe and began nibbling it. A moan escaped my throat that I'd been bottling up since he started this teasing. He was driving me absolutely insane. I wanted to get revenge, but I was too afraid to move for fear of hurting myself. Pain was mixing with pleasure, everything was confusing enough as it was.



He crushed a kiss onto my lips. When he loosened up we started moving in sync with each other. He successfully avoided my nose this time. Gerard slipped his tongue into my mouth, probing around. Our tongues slid over each other as he rubbed down against me roughly, his hands wandering. I tried to match his rubbing, but he only pressed back harder, forcing me down into the cushion. He pulled away and traced my lower lip with his tongue. He was really enjoying my lip ring, tugging it along with my lips. I clawed at his hair more and more, moaning, when he seized my hands. "Keep that up and this will be over much too fast. Major turn on... I probably shouldn't have said that." I smirked up at him as he raised my hands over my head. I made a mental note of that little tip. He attacked my collarbone with open mouth kisses and nips. He moved lower, nibbling as he went. He truly loved dominating me. There was nothing I could do but lay there and bask in my blissfulness.


I whimpered when I could no longer feel his warm, wet lips against me. My wrists were released and I looked down as Gerard sat up a little, grinding down extremely hard. I tugged at his shirt to get him to take his off, but he seemed distracted with watching me writhe beneath him. He propped himself on his hands and lowered himself to my stomach. He was obviously eyeing the line of dark black hair leading into my pants and to the erection that was definitely full and definitely painful at this point. He was going tortuously slow now, making every movement last for a mini eternity. I tugged his hair down towards my waistband, trying to get him to understand my need. He chuckled darkly, "Eager now aren't we? Be patient, you'll get what you need... eventually." Fuck this sexual beast. He moved in the exact opposite direction as I wished, back up towards my mouth. Not that I didn't love his nibbling and wet, hot kisses, but my cock desperately needed more attention right now.


"S-stop... teasing," I moaned out. Lord if he kept this on I wouldn't be lasting much longer. There was a pause, no movement whatsoever. No kissing, no grinding, no sexual comments. I was afraid that I'd done something wrong when a devious smirk spread across his ravenous face.


"As you wish," he purred. Gerard scooted back enough to get off my throbbing dick and onto my thighs. You could clearly see how hard I was, it was very obvious to him. His smirk grew even wider as he admired his handiwork, proud of what he'd done to me. He yanked at my belt loop with his teeth as he undid the jean button. I felt like my whole body was about to combust when-


KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK! I almost didn't hear it for the total ecstasy I was in. "GERARD! Open up man!" Gerard shot up and nearly fell off of me, scrambling to fix his hair and straighten his ruffled clothing. His lust-filled eyes were wide and frantic. The door knob was being wrenched around, luckily it was locked.


"Frank I need you to go all the way to the third floor and hang out there for a bit. I'm so sorry, but please hurry," he fumbled. I couldn't believe what was happening. I almost was too stunned to move. "Hurry up! It'll take you longer to get up there!" More pounding on the door. "JUST A MINUTE!" he called. "Go!" he whispered, shooing up towards the grand staircase. I fumbled off the couch and started padding up the steps, fast as my aching yet adrenaline fueled body would take me. I don't know if it was the orgasmic pleasure Gerard had just given me or the grace of God that propelled me up those three agonizing flights of stairs. 30 minutes ago I had to be carried, and now I was running? Big difference between now and then. The second floor was a total blur, I didn't even stop to glance at it. 'Keep moving, you can do it. Keep going.. little more,' I could hear the door being opened as I tripped on my ankle over the top step, landing on my freshly bandaged chest.


"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath, gripping my ankle. I limped off to the left corridor to a spare bedroom, completely furnished and beautifully decorated. I didn't stop to admire it. I was concerned with who this idiot was that nearly caught me and Gerard. Who was this stranger and what the hell did they need from Gerard right this very second?! Everything had been going so well...

Notes

That wasn't what you were expecting was it? Hehehe, no no no, you aren't getting any intense Frerard scenes this early! I'll just keep letting the tension build and build.. Hopefully you still enjoyed it. Please comment, rate, and subscribe. Thanks for reading!

-xoOfSaintsandSinners

By the way, I'm extremely sorry for not updating in three days. Lot of personal issues and shit, but I'm trying my best! Bear with me, two months until school's out and I can type all day