-Frank's POV-
A bright stream of light coming from a nearby window was what woke me up at 9:30 the next morning, as it decided to shine directly into my eyes and apparently nowhere else. My eyes cracked open just the slightest only to be blinded by the early (well, what was early for me) morning sun. I groaned into my pillow as I turned away from the dreadful light toward a darker area. I tugged the fluffy comforter up around my neck and snuggled back down. It hadn't taken but a moment for me to start dozing again. Yes, happily dozing off. It's a shame I never got back to sleep, what with my subconscious hard at work-without my permission, that is. It was then that I noticed something was off about this. My bed's never been this comfortable. My sheets have never been so silky. My eyes snapped open. After blinking back the layer of sleep that was still in them, I started looking around the room. The first thing they caught sight of was a laundry hamper overflowing with clothing. 'That's not mine...' Beside it was a half-opened closet, mostly consisting of the colour black. While it certainly reminded me of my closet, last time I checked I didn't own any waistcoats. 'Where in fucking hell am I?!' I pulled back the covers and as I set my feet of the hardwood I noticed an odd, crusty substance all over my stomach. My eyes went right down to find that not only was I naked but- "Oh," I whispered to myself. 'Oh' was right. That was my dried come on my stomach. All the memories of last night came rushing back to me in an instant. Oh yeah, I was just in my teacher's house was all. Oh yeah, we went on a date last night. Oh yeah, not a virgin anymore. Because oh yeah, we had super hot, mind-blowing sex that was borderline kinky last night. No big deal, brain.

Specific memories started replaying in my head. All the things he said, the things he did, the way it made me feel, the fantasies he fulfilled... damn if it wasn't making all the blood in my body rush south just thinking about it. My ass was still aching yet I craved more from him. I bit my lip and smiled sheepishly as a blush spread across my cheeks. It was hard to believe everything that had occurred. And the fact that it occurred with Gerard. Fuck. But with that realization also came the realization that I had been cold. Why had I been cold when there was supposed to be a whole other body next to me, snuggling close as he did when we had fallen asleep? I turned my head slowly. I hated to look, but I did.


Why had I been cold? Because there was no one else there.


"Oh no. No, no, no..." I crawled back onto the bed and flipped the covers all the way back just to be sure that there was no red-headed siren in bed that I'd somehow missed. Nothing of the sorts was there. 'Bathroom, he could be in the bathroom,' I reasoned desperately. I felt of his side of the bed only to find that it wasn't even warm anymore. That meant he'd probably been gone for a while. There was no note on the bed or on his bedside drawer. There was nothing but silence. If Gerard was here, I could hear him moving around, the television or at least some kind of music playing. But no. Nothing to be heard but a violent silence. I started to panic. Okay yeah, I may be new to this sort of thing, but from what I've heard, leaving without warning wasn't standard protocol. Especially when I thought this wasn't gonna be a one night stand kind of thing. Maybe I'd thought wrong...


I sat back on my legs and took a couple of deep breaths to lower my heart rate, which unsurprisingly didn't help. An uncomfortable lump started forming in my throat as wetness prickled my eyes. I clenched my jaw, determined not to cry. I drew one last shutter-y breath before getting off the bed, collecting my forgotten underwear on the ground, and heading to the conjoining bathroom. My hand groped the wall until I found a switch to turn on the lights. I gasped and then muffled my laugh. I definitely had sex hair. My eyeliner was wrecked. Bruises had formed on my hips, love bites were littered across my chest and neck. I examined and appreciated them in the mirror, each a trophy, each a memory. Shaking off the thoughts, I quickly decided to get in the shower. I didn't care that this wasn't my house. After being sweaty from the club and being extra sweaty from sex, yes I wanted a fucking shower.


I fumbled with the knobs a bit before getting the temperature perfect. Steam filled the room and I stepped in. Breathing in the humid air soothed me. I scrubbed myself down with his fancy looking body wash and then massaged my scalp with shampoo. Rinsing took me a little longer than usual, but who cared. After freezing and then burning myself trying to remember how to work the water dials, I managed to turn the water off and step out. I toweled off then wrapped it around my waist. 'Where the hell did I put my bag?' I was certain I'd brought it in last night, but I was a little distracted to care where I put it. Of course it had crossed my mind that I could just wear Gerard's clothes and be like those dumb cutesy couples. Those stupid adorable couples that I wanted nothing more than to be right now. The more I thought about it though, the worse the idea sounded. Apparently we weren't gonna be those cutesy couples, as he still wasn't here. Leaving those thoughts behind, I kept looking around for the bag. It wasn't in Gerard's room. I hesitantly stepped into the hall and peered down the steps. Ah. It was on the second landing. I quickly raced down, retrieved it, and went back into Gerard's room.


Inside I had packed a plain black v-neck t-shirt. It was nothing special, but did wonders for my tattoos and it emphasized what little arm muscle I had. Also packed was clean boxers, a toothbrush, regular brush, and eyeliner- all of which I was desperately in need of. I let the towel fall from my hips and I shuffled on the underwear. After searching the floors for a few seconds I found my discarded jeans and belt from last night and tugged them on, then came the shirt. Back in the bathroom I brushed the horrid alcohol taste away and fixed my hair. It wasn't done too spectacularly as I didn't have any product to help, just brushed down and out of my eyes. The hardest part was getting off all the eyeliner without any of my remover. It took a good five minutes of scrubbing my eyelids raw before being able to redo it. Not that I had anyone to be doing this for...


'Oh shit, where did I leave my phone?' I patted down my pockets until I felt the familiar plastic cover. Ray had texted me sometime around 3 am to tell me (rather drunkenly) that we should go back to the club someday and that I should "make sure to bring that buddy" of mine. Like that'll ever happen. I began to gather all my things in my duffel and head downstairs. I stopped on the second floor to reply to Ray with a vague answer and then opened a new message to send mom. I guess I was gonna be home earlier than I had expected. Solemnly, I continued the march downstairs, typing my note.


I was only about two steps from the ground floor when I heard the door knob jiggle. I completely froze, unsure of what to do. At first I thought it was someone breaking in, but I soon dismissed that idea as stupid as 1. it was broad daylight and 2. they apparently had keys. Fuck.


In walked Gerard. Gerard, with fucking tousled hair, hips gorgeously accented with tight jeans and a black and white striped shirt. He didn't see me at first, as he was busy getting the keys from the lock and shutting the door with his foot. In one hand was a brown bag and in the other a large notebook with papers falling out. He set all that on the table along with his keys. I hurriedly put away my phone, message still unsent. Turning ever so slightly, he finally caught sight of me and frowned. "Aww, Frankie, you weren't supposed to be up yet," he pouted. Why the hell did he sound so mellow? I folded my arms as he continued. "I remembered that I'd left my grading notebook at school and couldn't do work without it." He sauntered over to me, a sweet smirk on his face. I only stared at him as he put his hands on my hips and grinned up at me. "You were just too adorable to wake up. I was hoping you'd still be asleep when I got back so I could surprise you. Got us breakfast. Waffles. Yummy waffles sound good right?" His smile faltered as I stayed silent. I really didn't have a choice but to not answer, as I was trying to fight back a complete emotional breakdown. Instead of words, I threw a solid right hook to his shoulder. "Fucking OWWW!" he screeched, taking a step back. I then lunged forward and proceeded to wrap my arms around his waist as tight as I could.


"Don't fucking scare me like that Gerard! I woke up over an hour ago and you weren't there. You didn't tell me, no note a-and I thought.. I just, you..." I drew a ragged breath in and felt tears gather in my eyes. I couldn't breathe. Gerard got the idea, wrapping his arms around me. He stroked my hair a little, shushing me. I nuzzled the side of my head into his chest.


"Hey, hey. You know I wouldn't do something like that. Last night was way too amazing to regret. If we ever do something I don't like, we'll talk about it, okay? And I won't leave again. I just wanted to surprise you, never meant to scare you Frankie..." he trailed off. It went quiet for a few seconds.


"I... is your shoulder okay?" I murmured. Gerard breathily laughed.


"Yes, Frankie, I'm fine. I'm more worried about you. Besides, short thing like you couldn't do much damage anyway," he joked. I smiled against my will, but he couldn't see that. I turned my head up to him and narrowed my eyes. This only made him laugh more.


"You say that again and I'll slap your pretty little face."


"Yeah, I'd like to see if you can reach it," he shot back with a smirk. I feigned a hurt expression and stuck my lower lip out. He let out a quick 'aww' and kissed me sweetly. I tried resisting, but couldn't help myself and pressed my lips harder against his. I think a 'sweet kiss' was all he was going to do, but I wasn't having that. When I felt him back off a little, I moved my hands up to the back of his neck. He pushed back into the kiss, licking my lower lip to which I gladly gave him access. His tongue pushed passed through and met with mine. I tugged his belt a few times, trying to undo it. He didn't help me, but when I bite his plump bottom lip he starts to get a little eager. He takes charge, pushing on my hips to move me backwards, until I hit the couch. At first I try sitting, until he pushes me flat and straddles my hips. "So you want me to make this morning up to you?" he asked innocently, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "'cause I had a few ideas in mind."


Gerard sat up, pulled off his sweater and began attacking my neck, leaving slobbery bites and kisses up to my jaw and down to my shoulders. It left me no time to admire his perfect, milky white skin, not that I minded too much when I was getting all this attention. I tilted my head to the side to allow him access. I felt a little tug on my earlobe, then he moved up to shell. "Can't have my baby being mad at me, now can I?" My eyelids fluttered as I shivered. "Tell you what," he starts, moving his hands up and down my sides, "you take off these clothes-" he quickly nips at my ear again "-and I'll be right back. I promise to make it worth your while..." I quickly nodded my head and I could feel his smirk. "Mm, good boy. Oh actually, leave the boxers on. Those are for me." With that he removes himself from me and heads down the hall. He isn't completely out of sight before I'm ridding myself of every article of clothing as fast as I can. I'd just kicked off my jeans when he comes back, bottle and condom in hand and no pants on. He looks pleased at my almost naked body and walks back over to me. Of course, being a cheeky little bastard, he looks right at the obvious tent in my boxers and smirks. He reattaches his mouth to my neck, and lowers his hands down. While I'm already breathing heavily, he starts tracing circles into my inner thighs. It makes my stomach lurch as he continues tickling. I'm obviously very turned on and quite needy, and I can already feel my cock start quivering.


"P-please just touch me. Please Gee," I choke. He stops momentarily before moving his lips to mine. His tongue's stroking inside my mouth when he finally gets a loose grip of my hard-on through the boxers. He's only lightly moving his hand, driving me mad. I thrust into his hand, seeking more friction, but he back off. I make a frustrated noise into his mouth. I can feel a little smile and he takes his hand off. I almost pull away from him completely to tell him to get with the goddamn program before I feel his hand move under the waistband. "Oh shit," I breathed as he finally touches me. The strokes were steady and firm, but not enough. While contact was exactly what I needed, it did not last long. It was just enough to get me excited and wanting more. He then pushed me back onto the couch. Surprisingly, Gee doesn't resume his previous position of being on top of me, but rather at my feet. He drops the items to the ground and then places his hands on either side of my legs. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him move.


He started by lowering his mouth to the left swallow on my stomach. He kissed and licked his way over every line before making his way to the other, repeating his actions. I kept letting out contented sighs as he worked. I'd shut my eyes only momentarily, basking in the sweet sparks of pleasure that coursed within me until I felt a wet heat envelope my covered cock. My eyes shot open to find him staring up at me through his eyelashes with clouded doe eyes, feigning innocence. Like he had absolutely no fucking idea his mouth was totally on my dick. I could feel his tongue swirl over the head, tasting whatever precome that had leaked through. I threw my head in between my shoulders and let out a slight groan. God anything felt amazing to me at this point. Involuntarily, my hips bucked up, trying to get a better feel of his gorgeous mouth. He slammed my hips back down and held them there, before taking away his mouth. He nuzzled my crotch with the side of his face, purring "You wanna take these off sweetheart?"


"Yes," I answered wantonly.


"Well what do you say then?" he teased. I fucking hate him.

No I don't. "Please Gerard, please just take them off so you can fuck me or blow me or do fucking something because I need you now." He seemed please with that answer.


"Mmm, I'll do just that. Lift up for me, would you sweetheart?" I had no idea how he was able to keep his composure all the time when I was about to explode with desire. Of course I willingly complied and he tugged them down my thighs and then completely off. He picked the bottle up from the floor, gingerly squirting lube into this fingers and rubbing it in. He proceeded to bend my legs and move them apart. Gerard lowered his head to my thighs, kissing the insides before shoving one slick finger in. It started off rather unpleasant, my body still not used to the intrusion. He quickly added a second, and that time I winced. He scissored his fingers a little at the time, trying to distract me with biting the tender skin of my left thigh. I let out a shaky breath that I hadn't known I'd been holding and Gerard stopped. "You okay?" he asked. I simply nodded my head, not trusting my voice to be steady. I wanted him to continue, which he did. He kept two in for a little while, much longer than I was willing to wait.


"Another," I croaked. Gerard looked up at me, unsure. "It's fine." He pulled his fingers out, and lowered his head onto my cock. First, just the head, but he slowly sunk deeper. I threw my head back once more and moaned his name as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked. He worked the underside vein with his tongue, making me writhe. I wanted to force all of it into his mouth. Make him take it all. I started to moan again at the thought but was cut off as he reentered with three fingers. It definitely hurt, but the pleasure seemed to balance out the pain, or at least take the edge off. He pulled off and licked a wet line from the base to the slit, dipping this tongue to taste the wetness. I had hardly noticed when he started stretching his fingers.


"God you're so pretty, taking it like a good little boy. You're my boy too, all mine," Gerard hummed against me. I would've responded with human words, that is, until he started rubbing the pads of his fingers against my prostate. I couldn't hold back my shouting 'Motherfuck' as I felt a jolt of white hotness shoot through me. I couldn't hold myself up any more. I fell flat on my back and fisted my hand into his hair, holding on for dear life as he rubbed and stroked relentlessly. He never took his eyes off me. He seemed to be getting off on my satisfaction. I whimpered more "Fuck's" and "Oh fuck me's" before Gerard started talking again. "You gonna come Frankie? You know you want to. I'll fuck you nice and hard if you come from my fingers," he coaxed. I didn't even have time to nod (much less say something) before my orgasm ripped through me, blindingly hot and sweet. I think I half-screamed something that resembled Gerard's name, though my brain was kinda failing me at that point. He wrapped his lips around the head of my cock, catching and swallowing my come. It would've embarrassed me a little, because I know it's not pleasant, had I not just had one of the best orgasms of my life.


I was still coming down from the high, eyes lazy and body boneless as I watched Gerard strip himself of his boxers and roll on the condom. He rubbed lube on himself, grinning while still watching me. Because I'm still a teenager, and teenagers are constantly horny as hell, I was already getting turned on again. Gerard got back on top of me between my open legs and began kissing rather relentlessly, biting my lip ring and forcing his tongue into my mouth. Who wouldn't be turned on by this motherfucker?


"You still want me to fuck you?" he smirks. Like I'd ever, ever say no to him. What kind of question was that anyway?


"Abso-fucking-lutely," I assured him. He kissed me a bit more and lined up with my ass. He looked at me one last time, just to make sure. I nodded, and then ever-so-carefully he pushed in. Gerard makes a content sound, lowering his head to exhale loudly before looking back to me to make sure I'm alright. I try my best to exhibit as little pain as possible as he removes himself almost completely, just to shove himself right back again. I had to prove how much I fucking need this, how much I need him right now. Of course I was quite relaxed after that awesome orgasm, but heat was still coiling in my stomach. As he started moving faster, I get mesmerized by how gorgeous Gerard is- his heavy lidded eyes, the way he's panting, and his crookedly contented smile. Gerard adjusted his angle a bit and thrusts even further into me, making me let out a small noise, which he greatly seemed to enjoy. He rested his head against my shoulder, occasionally biting down to muffle a groan. Gerard quickly finds and hits my prostate dead-on, eliciting a half-shriek and half-whimper moan from me. My mouth is right next to Gee’s ear so he hears everything. Every sharp intake, every gasp, every moan. I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him to take me deeper. He bucked extremely hard into me and I could feel the shift. I held onto his hair with one hand, needing some sort of anchor as he continually rubbed my prostate. “Ah god,” I splutter, feeling him speed up. My body felt weightless, overloaded with pleasure. Gerard's finally gotten into some sort of rhythm, one that's driving me absolutely insane. On one particularly outstanding thrust I clench my muscles around him and hold it, making him moan lowly.


“God, Frank," he groans, biting down on the soft skin of my shoulder causing me to gasp. "You're just as tight as you were last night. Uhh, shit," he moans before continuing, "You're such a perfect fuck." Well you're a good fucker, I would've said, had I the capability to speak. I just whimpered in agreement as he thrusted harder. It wasn't long before I was just as hard as before. Gerard's stomach was rubbing against it, allowing it a nice bit of friction. I wasn't too worried about me though, I just wanted Gerard to feel amazing. Sweat starts forming on his forehead, a small bead drips down. I started biting his shoulder as he had mine, kissing and sucking, hoping to make one hell of a hickey. I ran my hand through his vibrant red tufts, fisting and pulling hard to make him moan. With my other hand, I scrape my finger nails down his back, leaving red whelps in their wake, then knead at his ass. He nibbles at my ear, my spine tingles and my toes curl. His hips start to falter, a few thrusts thrown in sporadically. Without warning, he reaches between us to stroke my cock. It was absolute heaven.


"Fr-frank, I'm really, c-close," he groans. "Oh fuck..." I nod my head twice. I can feel my own about me as well. Gerard's pace is getting messier, it should only be a matter of time. He thrusts once, twice, three more times before I clench particularly hard and he growls a tremendous moan and comes. He rides through his orgasm, and jacks me until I'm right there with him, riding out another fantastic, blinding orgasm. Gerard collapses on top of me, panting hard. I could feel his heartbeat, racing just as fast as mine. We sloppily kiss, not that it matters to either of us. He's still uses as much sweetness as he had when we started. It's just getting hard to breathe when he pushes up and pulls out of me. Gee gets up briefly to take the condom off and throw it away. He makes his way over and kneels in front of me, then plants a chaste kiss to my forehead.


"You forgive me, don't you?"


"Come here you dumbass," I roll my eyes saying. I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him close to me and smooching his cheek a bunch. "After orgasms like that, you are most definitely forgiven," I assured. Gerard smiles and tells me to move over so he can snuggle behind me. He puts a blanket over us and throws an arm over my waist. I'm almost asleep when I hear, "About those waffles, though..."

Notes

HEY HEY HEY LOOK AT THAT A CHAPTER! This is pretty much double what I usually update, but you fucking deserve it. I had no time to edit this, as it's kinda late here and I wanted this up as soon as possible. I'll probably go back through tomorrow and fix some grammar shit. Hopefully this makes up for how long I made you wait. Thank you so, so, so fucking much for keeping up this story. Comment, tell me what you think. I'll respond to them tomorrow when I have more time.


-xo OfSaintsandSinners