-Frank's POV-



I lied down on the carpeted floor, trying to hear what Gerard and our interrupter were talking about. I was extremely interested to see why Gerard hadn't just ignored them in the first place and carried on with our little escapade. It made me feel jealous, though I never considered myself the jealous type. It better be something exceedingly important. I'm already pissed off, and I doubt this stranger wants me even more mad. It was difficult to hear, I was only catching a few words here and there. Gerard was the first to talk.


"Hey.... doing here?" "Thought I'd.... visit... seen you... while. Had to... away. She's driving me crazy! " Who is this 'she' and what does this-judging based off of tone- guy have to do with Gerard? My Gerard. Not his. Whoever the hell this idiot was. My blood was boiling even more now that I knew it was a man. "You know... busy.. have plans." "I can see that... pants Gerard." Oh shit. I forgot about Gerard probably having as 'big' a problem as me. "...interrupted me... ought to leave." "NO! ...won't go back... just one hour?" No. No. And No. "UGH fine. One hour only," Gerard gave in. Well damnit. He continued, "...bathroom. Don't bother me this time." Well damnit it even more! I knew what he was about to go take care of. It killed me to know that I wasn't in there helping him. 'Maybe I could sneak down there? Who cares if I'm caught? But Gerard said to stay up here...' I literally wanted to cry. My high was over and now reverting back to unbearable agony. The physical pain and pain of knowing what he was doing without me was overwhelming.We both were in desperate need right now. If he has it half as bad as I do, then he's definitely in need. I was like a ticking time bomb. The only thing keeping me from screaming was the physical wounds, which kept me in pain, just by distracting me. I needed to relieve the pressure so bad, and I had been banking on Gerard to do that. 'Bathroom, must find a bathroom. Anything.' I tried standing, but couldn't. Too much usage of my body. I resorted to crawling around on my hands and knees, lugging myself out of the room and into the long corridor. I was quick to pass by the landing to the other side. God this was going to be a long hour.

-Gerard's POV-

Michael James Way is the least timely person I've ever known. He absolutely could NOT have picked a worse time to show up. He's done things like this before, showing up when I'm flirting or have friends with me and ends up embarrassing me, but not to this extent. Nope, not when I was in the middle of feeling up an adorable little guy like Frank, earning the most delicious gasps and moans from him, and making him squirm under me. Not while I was grinding down on a sex-oozing beast, making him so fucking hard... No, he's never walked in on me when I was about to fuck the living daylights out of the most gorgeous man I've ever met. And now he had taken that away from me because he didn't want to deal with our aunt. Fuck Mikey Way. Because all I wanted to be doing right now was fucking Frank into my couch. Is that too much to ask?


I uncomfortably sped to the main floor bathroom. Once I knew I was out of Mikey's vision, I began palming myself through my incredibly tight jeans. The door came into sight and I sprinted in, shutting and locking it behind me. Sliding down the wall, I rubbed on myself as hard as I could. Damn that little fucker Frank for being so enticing and sexy. He was just lying there helplessly, waiting -wanting- to be dominated. His actions and body language screamed it, and I wasn't just going to let him go unsatisfied. Damn that little fucker Mikey for interrupting me-seriously, why the hell didn't he tell me beforehand? I wouldn't have invited Frank over if I'd known. 'Uggh... Frankie, all alone upstairs, rock-hard, hot and needy. All the things I could be doing to him right now,' A groan escaped my lips and I tore down my pants, pumping up and down my cock as fantasies of what I could be- should be- doing to Frank right now played in my mind. God I really wished he could be helping me right now. I imagined his lips wrapped around my shaft, his head bobbing up and down relentlessly, his lip ring brushing against me as he went. It made my hand thrust faster, my little 'uh uh uh' noises were the only thing that kept me attached to reality. "Oh FUCKIT!" I gasped for air, arching my back against the door, "Ngh, Frankie..." I whined out as I threw my head back. A little more imagery and jerks had me coming all over my hand, flashes of white-hot pleasure pulsating through my sight. I slumped against the door, trying to catch my breath and come down from the high. I wondered if that was what Frank was doing in the upstairs bathroom, attempting to get off. I'd do anything in this world to have him under me again, making him feel good. Making him blush and moan and writhe. Making him scream my name, over and over. 'You need to stop thinking like that before you have the same problem you just handled. Get a grip Gerard!' I couldn't just go marching up there now with Mikey here. I wanted to toss him out right now and be with Frank, but it was too risky. Mikey had nearly caught us on Wednesday and knows that I'm acting suspicious. This is only getting more and more complicated. I just want to be with my Frankie.



One thought kept repeating in my mind: 'I need to smoke. Cigarettes will calm me down. Need to smoke.' Well, there weren't many options from me to pick from anyway. I wasn't sitting and watching stupid-ass television with stupid-ass Mikey and I couldn't be with Frank right then, so why not? I hauled myself off the floor, my knees still weak. I cleaned myself off, fixed my pants and washed off my hands. I looked in the mirror. My hair was very disorderly, a 'freshly fucked' look to it, even though I hadn't been-I wish I had been... I restyled the unruly tufts with some spare gel I kept down here. I rolled my sleeves back up and straightened my shirt. I sprayed some Axe cologne on to rid myself of the musty sweat smell. Then I splashed some cold water on my face, trying to reconnect with the real world before silently cracking the door open and slipping out. There are many passageways winding through the house, so I took one of back halls to avoid Mikey. He was distracted by the loud cartoon he was watching anyway. I found some Marlboros on a side table along the wall then a lighter.


Breathing in the fresh air rejuvenated me, filling my lungs with sweet oxygen. Tree enclosed the entire property, so I always had plenty of privacy and more than enough space. I sat on one of the deck chairs and lit up, rocking back and forth. All I focused on was breathing. Take huffs of the killer fumes. Not think of the adorable guy upstairs and my annoying ass brother in my living room. My brother who was currently ruining my life and using my electricity, probably eating my food by now. Any other time I'd feel more than obliged to share whatever I had with anyone, but not now. I was so frustrated with everything I just wanted to scream.


The sun was setting by now, colouring the sky with magnificient pinks, oranges and golden yellows. Fluffy clouds drifted by me carelessly. I envied them. They could go and be whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. We humans could not, and I was jealous of their freedom. They passed over the house, drawing my attention to the uppermost window. I could barely see through the sheen curtain, but what I saw both warmed and hurt my heart. Frank was up there pacing back and forth, running his hand through his chocolatey hair. I wanted to be running my hands through those soft locks, but I couldn't right now. Seeing him did give me the strength to wait it out though. I closed my eyes for what seemed like a minute before I heard a voice behind me. "Gerard, wake up." I opened my eyes to see that it was dusk. The sun had completely set, leaving a little aurora of light far on the horizon, illuminating the sky just enough for me to see that the voice had come from Mikey. "Alright, so I stayed for two hours. I guess I'll go home now unless you want me to spend the night..." he gave me the puppy dog eyes. I honestly could've kicked his ass right then if I had the energy.


"No no no, time for you to go to back. I'll see you on Monday, not a day sooner-got it?" I made sure he understood that I really didn't want to see him right now.


"Oh alright, I get it. Night Gee," I waved him goodbye as he headed back to front. Finally. I watched his car disappear from sight and I made a mad dash inside and up the stairs. Frank was the only thing I had to think about now. All I wanted to be with and talk with. Maybe we could pick up where we left off earlier...


I was dizzy from all the running and groggy from the sleep as I reached the top floor. Taking a deep breath, I tiptoed down the hallway and to the room I knew he was in. The door was shut, so I knocked lightly. No answer. I knocked a little louder. Still no answer... "Frankie?" I called, opening the door. Sprawled out on the comforter of the spare bed was Frank. His shirt had ridden up some, exposing his flat pale stomach. It gave me butterflies to see him so peaceful, hair ruffled, and vulnerable. I sat down on the edge, stroking his hair and admiring his sweet, innocent face. When he stirred a little I pulled back, but he only shifted before settling again. He looked pretty comfortable and I wanted to join him, but my stomach said otherwise. It was about 8 o'clock and I hadn't eaten since breakfast-not including the frappuccino. I pressed a tender kiss to his forehead and left the room, softly shutting the door behind me.

-Frank's POV-

My eyes fluttered open as I heard a light thud coming from the door. I looked up to be greeted by the darkness surrounding me. It took a minute to remember that I was in Gerard's house. 'Gerard...' I don't really remember much of what had happened. I tried to recollect the memories from earlier. 'Okay, so we were having a very hot makeout session, then the stranger interrupted us. Ran up here, jacked off, and ended back up in this room. Oh yeah...' However I fell asleep was a mystery. It made me wonder how long I'd been asleep and if that guy was still here. I checked my phone, which informed that it was a little after 8. 'He's bound to be gone by now! I want to be with Gerard now,' I mentally whined. I patted down my hair and rose off the bed. My body was feeling a lot better, not nearly as exhausted as earlier. Things still hurt, but it was a duller pain than before. The door squeaked when I pulled it open. I tiptoed down the steps, making as little noise as possible in case the person was still here. As I drew closer to the second floor I could hear wafts of Cage the Elephant streaming up to me, Gerard's sweet yet quiet voice accompanying it. The nearer I got I realized that the song playing was Come A Little Closer, one of my favorites. 'Hmm.. wonder if I should take that as an invitation or not,' I couldn't hear the TV or anyone else's voice, so I figured it was safe to go to the first floor. Thank God.


I finally got to the bottom of the step and saw that the kitchen light was on, a shadow moving along with the music. My angel's vocals floated through the air. I hesitated before going in. I knew we might have to talk about earlier. I didn't want to talk about it though. If anything, I wanted to finish what we had started. I bit down on my lip and turned the corner, Gerard's back was to me. I crept behind him and snaked my arms around his hips. He shuttered at first, shocked at the contact but realized it was me and relaxed in my embrace. "Hello again, haven't seen you in a while," I joked. I pressed my lips to his neck, pecking here and there. My lip ring dragged across his skin as I moved up his neck. I heard him sigh when I nipped under his ear.


"Nice to see you, sleepyhead," he replied. I smiled against him. "Uh Frank... I'm so sorry about earlier..." Oh shit, he does regret it, doesn't he? I knew it might end like this. Not this soon though. He lowered his voice, "I really hate being interrupted..." I didn't have time to comprehend his words before he whisked around and pushed me against the kitchen island's marble countertop, our faces were mere inches apart. Daaamn. I stared deeply into those hazel orbs flickering with honey specks and hunger. My eyes moved between his intense gaze and his soft pink lips, which looked completely kissable. He read my mind, initiating the kiss, pressing against me hard. My hands immediately entangled into his hair and he licked my lip, to which I willingly gave access. He squeezed my hips and lifted me onto the counter. It only put me a few inches above him, but it was nice getting to press into him for once. Our tongues slid against each other in a dance for dominance, teeth clashing as we fought. It was warm and wet, I could taste the delicious cigarette smoke on his mouth. I tilted my head, trying to force my way into his mouth, but he was being difficult. As always.


I started moving my hands down through his hair to his neck and then over his chest. A very toned, muscular chest, I might add. I skimmed my way down to the buttons, undoing a few before Gerard grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands against the table. He pulled out of the kiss and playfully glared at me. He didn't like it when I threatened his dominance. He was the cutest thing ever, I swear. I had just noticed that Ain't No Rest for the Wicked had started playing.


"Damn you, Iero," he said, trying to keep a straight face. I certainly couldn't. "Next time," he went on, climbing on top of me and forcing my back down flat to the counter. I was smirking up at him. Gerard was trying to look menacing yet sexy, but it only came across as adorably childish. "You will be tied down. I've got the rope you know..." My smirk was washed off my face as many ideas of all the things we could be doing with rope entered my mind. It was his turn to don the devious expression. He leaned down and pressed another kiss to my lips. Nothing too intense or heated, but I could still feel the sparks between us. He pulled away and smiled. "You hungry?" he asked.


"Well... a little bit," I retorted shyly, glancing away. He'd already bought me a drink. I didn't want to make him feel obligated to do anything for me. He'd already done more than enough for me. But the only thing I'd had today was the frappuccino...


"You should've told me that. What do you want to eat? It's only 8. We could go out, pick up or call in food. I was looking for something to eat in the fridge, but there really isn't a whole lot." That kind of surprised me. Out of this entire mansion, there wasn't a scrap of food to be had? Weird. "Hamburgers, pizza, Chinese-ooh, Chinese sounds good..." he murmured to himself.


"Yeah, that's fine with me. I-if it's cool with you," I blushed nervously. A few hours ago I was completely set on us having sex. And now I was blushing over freaking Chinese carryout. Gerard nodded exaggeratedly to get his point across. He laughed a little.


"Frankie, you can have anything you want, just ask me," Alright, I want you. God how I wish I could say that. I blushed a little more at his offer. "I'll go call in the order. What would you like?"


I always ordered the same-"Plain fried rice with steam vegetables, please,"-which is super delicious and sticks with my vegetarian diet. Gerard nodded his head and went to the other room to call. The night was still young. With that little nap I had earlier, I felt pretty good and awake. Who knew what could go down tonight in my art/creative writing teacher's house. Never ever, in a million years, would I have guessed that someday I'd be able to say that. This was turning out to be a wonderful twist of fate.

Notes

Yes the "mysterious" stranger was Mikey. I know it was probably obvious, but necessary to the plot. More details will be revealed later! Hopefully you enjoyed it. Please comment, rate, and subscribe. PLEASE tell me what you think. I feel like I've hit a plateau of creativity, but maybe that's just me...? Does it need more detail, less Frerard, or something? Anything?! Let me know, and thanks for reading!

-xoOfSaintsandSinners