Very Much Alive
Can't Keep My Hands Off You
-Frank's POV-
The voice was kind of high pitched and feminine, obviously a girl's voice. Wait, a girl? 'How many girls do I know? Better yet, that would actually talk to me?' I opened my eyes and saw a fair skinned brunette struggling through the crowd towards me. She tried wiggling and elbowing her way around the hundreds of bodies, but she was shorter than the others and was having a difficult time. "G-gerard," I put my hands on his chest, pushing slightly. But he was persistent, continuing his biting and hot kisses. My mind was overflowing with pleasure and corrupted by panic. "Gerard, off. Christa...
"Really don't care," he hummed against my skin. 'She isn't in any of his classes, of course he doesn't know her!'
"F-from school!" He yanked himself right off of me and nearly jumped ten feet backward, his back connected with the opposite wall. The word 'school' had apparently triggered his memory that what we were doing not only was illegal, but definitely wouldn't be accepted amongst many people. He turned to me with a frantic look, mouth open as he tried to formulate words, which wasn't working. His face was flushed and bright hair wild from that intense kissing. And touching. And grinding. Christa has the worst timing in history. I motioned Gerard to the door, to which he scrambled for as I turned back to see a nearby Christa who was smiling and waving at me. Her happiness somehow managed to fill me with rage.
"Frank! We've been looking for you everywhere. Come on Ray, he's over here!" A fluffy fro appeared from behind a wall of clubbers and was following her. Ray, Christa-what the hell were they doing here? They looked a little tipsy.
"Oi Frank, James texted me saying you were with a friend. He wanted to meet Christa-why the hell'd you tell 'em-and where's ya buddy?" He slurred his words in one long string. A few lights shined our way, letting me get a glimpse of his face. Pink lipstick was smeared all over his cheeks and mouth. Hmmmm.
"Uh, he went to the bathroom, didn't feel well. We were about to leave," I lied with a harsher tone than intended. Well, we were about to leave, but definitely not because of an illness. And I was a little pissed off, Ray just fucking cockblocked me!
"Ah man, I wanna meet 'em. It's just midnight, the night's still young." Yeah Ray, I'd like to be fucking someone right now and you JUST STOPPED ME! "Frankie what's on ya neck?" What? What does he mean on my ne-oh. OH SHIT!
"Bruise," I croaked with widened eyes, "i-it's just some bruises," I fabricated.
"Bruises on your neck?" he said, sounding genuinely confused. "What happened?"
"I, uh.. ran into something. A door." Yeah Frank, because everyone gets bruises on their necks from running into doors. Very believable.
"Ouch man that musta hurt-" Was he really buying that bullshit? He looked pretty concerned. Christa on the other hand had a mix of disbelief and confusion on her face. It perfectly encompassed my thoughts right now. "Well we're gonna go get some drinks, you gonna join us?" Like Ray honestly needed more to drink.
"No, no I'm gonna go check on my friend. Have fun you two," I waved them off. We quickly exchanged byes and Ray began walking off. Christa stood still for a second, stunned.
"Friend you say? Didn't look like it..." she muttered to me with a smirk.
"Th-that was someone else. They were just hammered and desperate, ya know? Complete accident. I don't know that person." I fake laughed trying to make it sound like no big deal. She still was smirking. "I need to go," and with that I bolted back out of the door.
"That's not the way to the bathroom Frank!" she yelled towards me, but I ignored her. Shit, was she onto us or just teasing me? Goddammit I don't care. I was so fucking hard and needed Gerard waaay too badly to care at this point. I dodged a few other couples that were smooching in dark corners and some fallen-over-drunkards on their bums. It felt so awkward and uncomfortable to run with such a massive problem in my damn skinny jeans. A few drunks were staring lustfully up at me as I stumbled past them. My face was feeling pretty hot, no doubt a dark shade of fuchsia by now. I went back down the hall we came and pushed through the door out into the fresh air. I hadn't realized til now how putrid it'd been in there. The clean oxygen felt nice to my lungs instead of the harsh stench of sweat, smoke, sex, and booze. A cigarette sounded real nice right about now. I looked around but didn't see Gerard. Where the hell could he be?
A hand snaked around waist and flattened me against the wall, scaring me. A hot kiss seared against my mouth, signaling it was Gerard. "How dare... you.. make me... wait," he hissed between pecks and nips. I smiled as he shoved his tongue forcefully into my mouth, probing over my teeth and tongue. His hands were slammed against the wall on either side of my head, trapping me and damn did it feel good. We had only been separated for about three minutes and those were three of the most agonizing minutes of my life. My hands found his waist and squeezed him closer to me. I heard a contended 'mmh' fall from his precious lips, electrifying my senses and drive. I started tilting my hips forward to meet his. Yep, we were both still hard as fucking rocks. Gerard attempted pushing back, but I forced a little harder. He kept one hand firmly against the brick while the other trailed down. First threading through my hair, over my neck, down my shoulder, and caressing my hand. His other hand soon followed. The caressing turned to gripping, which turned into him shoving them off of his hips and to the wall, wrists level with my eyes. I pulled away in shock, I didn't understand. He only smirked. "Sweetheart, I'm the one in control," he purred, before attacking my throat. I suppose he couldn't bear the thought of losing control for half a damn second. He wants a challenge, doesn't he?
I leaned away from his mouth. I really wanted to be kissing and touching and all, but not so much against a filthy club entrance. He shook out of his dream-like state and raised his eyebrows in shock. My turn to smirk. "Where do you think you're goin'?" he questioned huskily. I grabbed his hand and started tugging him towards the car.
"Where do you think I want to be right now?" I cocked an eyebrow at him as the grin spread. He got my idea. He hurried next to me pressing kisses to my neck as we scrambled for the jet black Mercedes. Again, we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. I draped mine around his shoulders and we giggled and kissed more. We stumbled to the first row of cars when Gerard slammed me down on the hood of a 1979 creamy tan Trans Am. It looked pretty expensive with the wheels tricked up and leather interior. Like I honestly cared right then. He smashed his mouth to mine and grinded down against my side. One of his legs was in between mine, rubbing up my inner thighs and crotch. God this was so hot. Us almost fucking on a car. Was he really this needy? Again, that was such a turn on, the thought of him fucking me through this hood. Yes please.
"OI! Get off my car you pricks!" We both broke away and turned to find a leathery tanned man, at least six feet tall, with an unkempt beard and beer gut staggering towards us. He seemed pretty wasted and very angry. It hit me that this was his car that we were dry humping on. My brain obviously wasn't working because Gerard had to yank me off the hood and back to my feet, half dragging half carrying me to his car. The 40ish-year-old man chased after us but eventually had to stop and catch his breath, apparently winded from those few yards of running. By then we had made it to Gerard's Mercedes, I fumbled with the door and hit my head trying to sit down. I was gripping the throbbing bump as Gerard slammed the keys into the ignition and sped off out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Once he halted at a stoplight, we looked at each other and burst out laughing. His laugh was so cute and dorky. It sounded similar to an 8-year-old pot smoker, if that's possible.
"Oh my god that was the best thing ever! He looked so pissed!" I squeaked through my fit of giggles. He started laughing even harder at the memory.
"Pssh, I can't help how fucking sexy you are. I couldn't help myself!" he defended. Him saying that I'm 'fucking sexy' reminded me of just how hard I am. I really wanted to start palming myself right there in his car but why should I when he could once we got to his house?
"Gerard oh my god drive the fuck faster," I breathed. Another stoplight came into view. Nope Nope and Nope. I can't take the waiting.
"I swear to God I would if it wasn't for this traffic." Who the hell was honestly out at midnight on a Saturday night in New Jersey? Oh wait EVERYONE. Fuck that. He put on the brakes and we waited for the light to change. My pants were so tight and uncomfortable I started tapping my foot to distract myself. It wasn't working. Gerard clearly wasn't doing better than I was. In an instant, I undid my seat belt and lunged over to straddle him, then proceeded to attack his mouth. I laced my hands through his vibrant tufts and pushed him against the seat as hard as I could, taking in the satisfactory of being in control. His hands stroked up my thighs before one settled on my hip. The other kept moving, a little closer and a little closer as my breath hitched. He discreetly inched his way up and-
"Ahhha, GERARD!" I moaned, throwing my head back. His hand had managed to get up my thighs to the throbbing organ in my skinny jeans. I rubbed down into his firm grip, trying to get as much pleasure as possible. My short display of dominance came tumbling down as he continued massaging me, reducing me to a panting mess. "Ah, ah fuck Ge-AH Gerarddd!" I've been hard for a good twenty minutes and now getting this relief from GERARD felt like heaven. God he was applying just enough pressure and rubbing so perfectly and "UH!" I grunted. My senses were overloading. My eyes were closed, mouth open as I gasped for air. I could've stayed like this forever. I held on to Gerard's shoulders as he palmed me through the thin layer of denim keeping us apart. He undid the top button with the hand that had been on my hip. Oh Holy Shit a blow job sounded fantastic right now. His hand was slipping lower to undo my zipper when-
HOOONKKKK!
I nearly jumped out of my skin as a chorus of car horns tore through the air, shattering this perfect moment. I had completely forgotten about the other cars and red light. I shot away from Gerard's lap and back to my seat as he floored it. Apparently it had been green for a while. Before taking off, I caught a glimpse of the truck beside us. It had contained a man and his wife. They looked like they were in their fifties. By their horrified and disgusted faces I assumed they'd been watching our intimate moment. It kind of pissed me off. Uh free porn people! They probably didn't like it because we were gay. Yeah two guys. Get the fuck over it, I like who I like.
From there the traffic had cleared. Gerard was doing 70 on a 55 and I was wondering how we avoided getting pulled over. Once everyone was out of the way he piped up, "If you jump on me like that again, I will pull this damned thing over and fuck you on the side of the road. Got it?" That doesn't sound like a bad idea... His voice was hoarse and rough. I replied very quickly with a 'mmhm.' "You think you were moaning before? Just you fucking wait. I'll have you screaming bloody murder tonight." I nearly orgasmed on spot. His knuckles were turning white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. We honestly could not have arrived any sooner. He whipped in the garage, nearly crashing into the wall. I was shaking so much. Anticipation, excitement, nerves, you name it. This was about to happen. No more interruptions.
The voice was kind of high pitched and feminine, obviously a girl's voice. Wait, a girl? 'How many girls do I know? Better yet, that would actually talk to me?' I opened my eyes and saw a fair skinned brunette struggling through the crowd towards me. She tried wiggling and elbowing her way around the hundreds of bodies, but she was shorter than the others and was having a difficult time. "G-gerard," I put my hands on his chest, pushing slightly. But he was persistent, continuing his biting and hot kisses. My mind was overflowing with pleasure and corrupted by panic. "Gerard, off. Christa...
"Really don't care," he hummed against my skin. 'She isn't in any of his classes, of course he doesn't know her!'
"F-from school!" He yanked himself right off of me and nearly jumped ten feet backward, his back connected with the opposite wall. The word 'school' had apparently triggered his memory that what we were doing not only was illegal, but definitely wouldn't be accepted amongst many people. He turned to me with a frantic look, mouth open as he tried to formulate words, which wasn't working. His face was flushed and bright hair wild from that intense kissing. And touching. And grinding. Christa has the worst timing in history. I motioned Gerard to the door, to which he scrambled for as I turned back to see a nearby Christa who was smiling and waving at me. Her happiness somehow managed to fill me with rage.
"Frank! We've been looking for you everywhere. Come on Ray, he's over here!" A fluffy fro appeared from behind a wall of clubbers and was following her. Ray, Christa-what the hell were they doing here? They looked a little tipsy.
"Oi Frank, James texted me saying you were with a friend. He wanted to meet Christa-why the hell'd you tell 'em-and where's ya buddy?" He slurred his words in one long string. A few lights shined our way, letting me get a glimpse of his face. Pink lipstick was smeared all over his cheeks and mouth. Hmmmm.
"Uh, he went to the bathroom, didn't feel well. We were about to leave," I lied with a harsher tone than intended. Well, we were about to leave, but definitely not because of an illness. And I was a little pissed off, Ray just fucking cockblocked me!
"Ah man, I wanna meet 'em. It's just midnight, the night's still young." Yeah Ray, I'd like to be fucking someone right now and you JUST STOPPED ME! "Frankie what's on ya neck?" What? What does he mean on my ne-oh. OH SHIT!
"Bruise," I croaked with widened eyes, "i-it's just some bruises," I fabricated.
"Bruises on your neck?" he said, sounding genuinely confused. "What happened?"
"I, uh.. ran into something. A door." Yeah Frank, because everyone gets bruises on their necks from running into doors. Very believable.
"Ouch man that musta hurt-" Was he really buying that bullshit? He looked pretty concerned. Christa on the other hand had a mix of disbelief and confusion on her face. It perfectly encompassed my thoughts right now. "Well we're gonna go get some drinks, you gonna join us?" Like Ray honestly needed more to drink.
"No, no I'm gonna go check on my friend. Have fun you two," I waved them off. We quickly exchanged byes and Ray began walking off. Christa stood still for a second, stunned.
"Friend you say? Didn't look like it..." she muttered to me with a smirk.
"Th-that was someone else. They were just hammered and desperate, ya know? Complete accident. I don't know that person." I fake laughed trying to make it sound like no big deal. She still was smirking. "I need to go," and with that I bolted back out of the door.
"That's not the way to the bathroom Frank!" she yelled towards me, but I ignored her. Shit, was she onto us or just teasing me? Goddammit I don't care. I was so fucking hard and needed Gerard waaay too badly to care at this point. I dodged a few other couples that were smooching in dark corners and some fallen-over-drunkards on their bums. It felt so awkward and uncomfortable to run with such a massive problem in my damn skinny jeans. A few drunks were staring lustfully up at me as I stumbled past them. My face was feeling pretty hot, no doubt a dark shade of fuchsia by now. I went back down the hall we came and pushed through the door out into the fresh air. I hadn't realized til now how putrid it'd been in there. The clean oxygen felt nice to my lungs instead of the harsh stench of sweat, smoke, sex, and booze. A cigarette sounded real nice right about now. I looked around but didn't see Gerard. Where the hell could he be?
A hand snaked around waist and flattened me against the wall, scaring me. A hot kiss seared against my mouth, signaling it was Gerard. "How dare... you.. make me... wait," he hissed between pecks and nips. I smiled as he shoved his tongue forcefully into my mouth, probing over my teeth and tongue. His hands were slammed against the wall on either side of my head, trapping me and damn did it feel good. We had only been separated for about three minutes and those were three of the most agonizing minutes of my life. My hands found his waist and squeezed him closer to me. I heard a contended 'mmh' fall from his precious lips, electrifying my senses and drive. I started tilting my hips forward to meet his. Yep, we were both still hard as fucking rocks. Gerard attempted pushing back, but I forced a little harder. He kept one hand firmly against the brick while the other trailed down. First threading through my hair, over my neck, down my shoulder, and caressing my hand. His other hand soon followed. The caressing turned to gripping, which turned into him shoving them off of his hips and to the wall, wrists level with my eyes. I pulled away in shock, I didn't understand. He only smirked. "Sweetheart, I'm the one in control," he purred, before attacking my throat. I suppose he couldn't bear the thought of losing control for half a damn second. He wants a challenge, doesn't he?
I leaned away from his mouth. I really wanted to be kissing and touching and all, but not so much against a filthy club entrance. He shook out of his dream-like state and raised his eyebrows in shock. My turn to smirk. "Where do you think you're goin'?" he questioned huskily. I grabbed his hand and started tugging him towards the car.
"Where do you think I want to be right now?" I cocked an eyebrow at him as the grin spread. He got my idea. He hurried next to me pressing kisses to my neck as we scrambled for the jet black Mercedes. Again, we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. I draped mine around his shoulders and we giggled and kissed more. We stumbled to the first row of cars when Gerard slammed me down on the hood of a 1979 creamy tan Trans Am. It looked pretty expensive with the wheels tricked up and leather interior. Like I honestly cared right then. He smashed his mouth to mine and grinded down against my side. One of his legs was in between mine, rubbing up my inner thighs and crotch. God this was so hot. Us almost fucking on a car. Was he really this needy? Again, that was such a turn on, the thought of him fucking me through this hood. Yes please.
"OI! Get off my car you pricks!" We both broke away and turned to find a leathery tanned man, at least six feet tall, with an unkempt beard and beer gut staggering towards us. He seemed pretty wasted and very angry. It hit me that this was his car that we were dry humping on. My brain obviously wasn't working because Gerard had to yank me off the hood and back to my feet, half dragging half carrying me to his car. The 40ish-year-old man chased after us but eventually had to stop and catch his breath, apparently winded from those few yards of running. By then we had made it to Gerard's Mercedes, I fumbled with the door and hit my head trying to sit down. I was gripping the throbbing bump as Gerard slammed the keys into the ignition and sped off out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Once he halted at a stoplight, we looked at each other and burst out laughing. His laugh was so cute and dorky. It sounded similar to an 8-year-old pot smoker, if that's possible.
"Oh my god that was the best thing ever! He looked so pissed!" I squeaked through my fit of giggles. He started laughing even harder at the memory.
"Pssh, I can't help how fucking sexy you are. I couldn't help myself!" he defended. Him saying that I'm 'fucking sexy' reminded me of just how hard I am. I really wanted to start palming myself right there in his car but why should I when he could once we got to his house?
"Gerard oh my god drive the fuck faster," I breathed. Another stoplight came into view. Nope Nope and Nope. I can't take the waiting.
"I swear to God I would if it wasn't for this traffic." Who the hell was honestly out at midnight on a Saturday night in New Jersey? Oh wait EVERYONE. Fuck that. He put on the brakes and we waited for the light to change. My pants were so tight and uncomfortable I started tapping my foot to distract myself. It wasn't working. Gerard clearly wasn't doing better than I was. In an instant, I undid my seat belt and lunged over to straddle him, then proceeded to attack his mouth. I laced my hands through his vibrant tufts and pushed him against the seat as hard as I could, taking in the satisfactory of being in control. His hands stroked up my thighs before one settled on my hip. The other kept moving, a little closer and a little closer as my breath hitched. He discreetly inched his way up and-
"Ahhha, GERARD!" I moaned, throwing my head back. His hand had managed to get up my thighs to the throbbing organ in my skinny jeans. I rubbed down into his firm grip, trying to get as much pleasure as possible. My short display of dominance came tumbling down as he continued massaging me, reducing me to a panting mess. "Ah, ah fuck Ge-AH Gerarddd!" I've been hard for a good twenty minutes and now getting this relief from GERARD felt like heaven. God he was applying just enough pressure and rubbing so perfectly and "UH!" I grunted. My senses were overloading. My eyes were closed, mouth open as I gasped for air. I could've stayed like this forever. I held on to Gerard's shoulders as he palmed me through the thin layer of denim keeping us apart. He undid the top button with the hand that had been on my hip. Oh Holy Shit a blow job sounded fantastic right now. His hand was slipping lower to undo my zipper when-
HOOONKKKK!
I nearly jumped out of my skin as a chorus of car horns tore through the air, shattering this perfect moment. I had completely forgotten about the other cars and red light. I shot away from Gerard's lap and back to my seat as he floored it. Apparently it had been green for a while. Before taking off, I caught a glimpse of the truck beside us. It had contained a man and his wife. They looked like they were in their fifties. By their horrified and disgusted faces I assumed they'd been watching our intimate moment. It kind of pissed me off. Uh free porn people! They probably didn't like it because we were gay. Yeah two guys. Get the fuck over it, I like who I like.
From there the traffic had cleared. Gerard was doing 70 on a 55 and I was wondering how we avoided getting pulled over. Once everyone was out of the way he piped up, "If you jump on me like that again, I will pull this damned thing over and fuck you on the side of the road. Got it?" That doesn't sound like a bad idea... His voice was hoarse and rough. I replied very quickly with a 'mmhm.' "You think you were moaning before? Just you fucking wait. I'll have you screaming bloody murder tonight." I nearly orgasmed on spot. His knuckles were turning white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. We honestly could not have arrived any sooner. He whipped in the garage, nearly crashing into the wall. I was shaking so much. Anticipation, excitement, nerves, you name it. This was about to happen. No more interruptions.
Notes
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