-Frank's POV-

"No, but think about it," Gerard said for the billionth time that hour, only stopping to suck the syrup dripping off his thumb and into his mouth, "Capaldi is the Twelfth Doctor, but he's technically the thirteenth if you include the War Doctor. The Doctor can only regenerate 12 times, meaning 13 incarnations, so this is should technically be the last Doctor. Maybe that's why he's so much older than the last few doctors have been. Also why he's Scottish. The Doctor is gradually forgetting his morals and becoming less Doctor-ish. One of the most, if not flat out the most intelligent creature in all the galaxies, far ahead of the species that humans know of, and he's become a killing machine. He's losing himself! It makes sense!" Gerard's been going off on Doctor Who tangents all while we eat our reheated waffles snuggled up together under blankets in only our boxers. It's so adorable watching sci-fi shows with him, or anything for that matter. He truly pays attention to every single detail, pieces things together and creates all these theories, not a care in the world whether he's right or not. It's just what's going through his mind at that second. It was only a few minutes ago when Capaldi fucking blinked and Gee dropped his fork with a loud clatter to point at the screen and tell me to 'pay attention to the emotion in his eyes' and 'look at the sadness and fear'. I love Doctor Who, but damn. Gerard was taking this to a whole different level. He almost started in again when I interrupted.

"Yeah, but you think about this. Now, you do have a point, but this probably won't be his final incarnation, at least I don't think so. Being able to regenerate a set number of times isn't a biological thing. It was a law passed by the high council of Gallifrey, remember? Moffat keeps getting all willy-nilly with the laws of space and time continual to honestly stay consistent with every episode and plot. He changes shit around all the time, and I highly doubt that this will be an exception, especially since it's not something set in stone, so to speak. And anyway, outside of the storyline, Capaldi's been watching this show since he was little. He watched the original Doctors. It's always been his dream to be the Doctor and now he's going out of his way to tell Moffat and the directors what he thinks the Doctor would actually do. I feel like he's gonna bring back some innocence to the Doctor, kinda make up for what all Eleven did. My opinion though," I conclude before shoveling the last bite of fluffy, crispy goodness into my mouth.

"I'm just not sure about this Doctor yet..." he huffs.

"Gerard, we're not even thirty minutes into the first episode. Chill out, give him a chance. And I like him so far," I chuckle before deadpanning in an overly serious voice, "Don't tell me you only started watching this show for Tennant and Smith's good looks." He gasped, and the look he shot me was a mix of horror, disgust and incredulity.

"I did no such thing! You know Nine is my favorite out of the reboot Doctors. I'll admit, no, I didn't have a problem with Ten and Eleven's faces-in fact, I greatly appreciated them. But it wasn't what I started watching the show for!" He jumbles his words out as fast as he can all while I'm cracking up. Of course I was only messing with him, but it's so cute to see him get all excited and flustered over it, I couldn't resist. Once I catch my breath, I assure him had been kidding and he playfully slapped my shoulder before pouting. I rolled my eyes and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek before settling back against him to resume watching the episode. We were pretty quiet after that, Gerard only interjecting a few "you go Clara"s and "why the hell would you tell them that??"s. When the episode ended, it was well past noon, and Gerard announced he was going to take a shower, as he still had all the grime from the club and two sex sessions still on him. He hopped up, taking a few blankets with him, before I could reply, leaving me without something to rest on or snuggle/keep warm with. I made grabbie hands at him.

"Frankie, I've absolutely got to shower. I'm doing this for my sake and yours, trust me. And besides, you could always join me..." he trailed off, smiling innocently.

"But I've already showered," I complained, not wanting to get up. I needed another hour or two of sleep more than a need to be clean.

"Your point being...?" He gave me a challenging look before swishing the blankets back dramatically and heading to the bathroom. Oh. OHHH. My brain had finally caught up to what he was implying. I'm a bit slow when I'm sleepy. I dragged myself away from the warm sofa and after him. He had just turned the water on when I stepped in. "Sleepy-boy take the hint?" he joked before winking at me. I almost started to make some sort of quick comeback-not that it would've deterred him-before Gerard started taking off the blankets ever so slowly with a sly grin on his face. It was just a small slip at the time, but he never broke eye contact. The steam was gathering around us, making the air thick, harder for me to breathe. My eyes followed each movement as he dropped the blankets, then his boxers, letting them pool around his feet. "You gonna stand there or strip down, Frankie?" he spoke, breaking me out of my trance. He eyed up and down my cocoon of fleece. I give him a hasty jerk of nod, which he laughs at before stepping into the shower. Not gonna deny that I stared rather shamelessly at his ass while he did so.

After dropping the blankets and tugging down my boxers, I joined him. It was kind of awkward for me at first. I, being quite conscious and uncomfortable of that fact that I was naked, crossed my arms and folded my body in slightly and stared as he soaped up his hair. This was the first time I really just got to look at Gerard's naked body-all of it. Appreciate it. Admire it. Lust over it. It's probably against the law to be as perfect as he looked when wet. His eyes were closed as he rinsed the suds out of his hair, giving me plenty of time to rake over the contours of his toned stomach, hips, and legs, and watched as water flowed down his body. I was still staring when he opened his eyes. I averted mine out of habit, probably blushing as I pretended to examine a small scratch in the tile with a lot of interest. I didn't have to look at the cheeky bastard to know he was grinning.

In an instant, Gerard's hands pulled my face closer, his lips sweetly pressing to mine. His hands went lower to gently untangle my arms and guided me into his place under the showerhead. A few more nice, purely lip-on-lip kisses were exchanged before he resumed washing himself. My arms immediately went back to covering my body, not that I was really aware of it. I tried sneaking another glance at him, only to find him staring at me with an expression that really couldn't be categorized as good. He grabbed my shoulders and thrusted me against the tiled wall. Gerard looked me dead in the eyes. "Stop covering yourself up, and acting all ashamed," he hissed, shoving my wrists to my sides. "You are absolutely perfect Frankie. You're the prettiest boy that's ever been in my shower, and probably ever will be," he added. I chuckled at this statement (which was obviously a lie.)

"Exactly how many boys have you had in your shower, Gerard?" I questioned, smirking. He cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. He slapped my side.

"Not my point," he bit, squeezing his nails into my flesh. That knocked my smirk off, as it caught me off guard. This wasn't exactly the Gerard I had eaten waffles with. My thoughts must've been apparent on face, as his expression softened and he kissed me, though it was harder than before. "Say you're pretty," he murmured against my lips. I simply replied with an 'I'm not.' "But you are," he emphasized. Am not, and I dived back to kiss him, but he turned his head. "Say it first." And then he turned away from me to start conditioning his hair.

Only a few seconds had passed, and I had almost decided to ignore him as well, but I just couldn't. I didn't want him mad, though he certainly couldn't make me say anything I didn't want to. With his back turned to me, I started pressing light kisses to his shoulder. He pulled away, but I kept on. I nuzzled against his neck and nibbled on his ear. He still wouldn't pay attention to me. I knew what would make him though.

"Gerard..." I drawled. I heard a slight sigh before he turned to face me. Without breaking eye contact, I slid down to my knees, level to his cock, and awaited his command. "I'll do whatever you want, just tell me," I said and batted my eyelashes.

"Admit you're pretty," he said forcefully. I sighed.

"Not that. Anything else you want? Please, sir." Nothing came from his mouth, but oh how his body was desperate to communicate. Gerard usually not one to be overly modest, but, with his cock hardening with each passing second, he began lower his arms and shifting his weight restlessly. I smirked up at him and for once he refused to return it or do anything about it.

Not waiting another second, I leaned forward to run my lower lip up his length, making sure he felt the drag of my lip ring, the small scrape of my teeth against his skin. I then lapped at the water on his dick, pressing kisses to the side. He jumped a bit from the contact of my tongue, but still remained silent. I gave it another lick, trailing for the base to the head, and still nothing, though it was obvious he was holding himself back. Like hell if he thought I was giving up. I went for it, enveloping his whole cock with my whole mouth in one fluid motion. "Frank!" he gasped, quickly yanking my head back to look at him. I gave him an innocent look and chewed on my lip, acting like I'd done absolutely nothing. "Y-you don't have to do that, you can stop."

"But I don't want to stop." Gerard was fully hard by then, his breathing becoming inconsistent. I tried leaning back forward, but he held my hair tight and narrowed his eyes.

"You're such a slut. A filthy little cock whore, practically begging to have your mouth on my dick. I really don't know what I should do with you..."

"I know how bad you want it though, you fucking kn-" he cut me off by yanking my hair harshly.

"Alright Frankie, you wanna play like this? Fine. How 'bout instead of talking you use that pretty mouth to do something constructive?" That was all I needed to hear.

I wasted no time, engulfing his cock once more, my tongue flattened around it. His fist clenched as I slowly continued taking more in, only lightly sucking. Gerard, being impatient and needy, thrust the remaining inches in. I seriously thought I might choke, and tried to pull back or push his hips away, but I couldn't with his hand clamping my hair like that. "This is what you wanted," he growled, "So be a good pet and fucking take it." I had to obey.

It took a while before growing accustomed to his cock constantly pressing against the back of my throat, but I worked through the discomfort, taking large intakes of air through my nose. I placed one hand on his hip, the other on his ass, kneading and squeezing his flesh once I started sucking him. I hollowed my cheeks, beginning to bob up and down as my tongue caressed his velvety skin. A small thunk was heard, and I looked up to Gerard, his head resting against the tile, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. His adam's apple bobbed when he let out a small whimper, one quite pleasing to my ears. I pulled back just enough to turn my full attention to the head. I teased the slit as he had done to me earlier. A few filthy swirls of the tongue around his head and Gerard let out a few long, sharp "ahh"s of contentment and gripped my hair harder. "God you're so big. And taste amazing," I broke away to tell him, only getting a moan as response. The hand that had been feeling up his ass came down to cups and massage his balls. I deep-throated him once more, almost making it down to the base before I pressed behind his balls to finger his prostate.

"Motherfucker," he moaned, his body sliding down the wall a bit and hips shoving further at me. "Fra-Ohhh, fucking shit Frank!" I had him right where I wanted him. I removed my mouth, a small spit string lingering between us. He began to whine at the loss, even though I had replaced it with my hand, slowing jerking him. Just enough pressure to torture him.

"You would please fuck my mouth sir? Only if you want to, you know I can take it though," I asked tried asking sweetly, even though my voice was slightly broken. "You can come all over my face, or in my mouth-I'll be sure to swallow it all. Whichever you prefer, Mr. Way." The look he gave me was priceless, a mixture of 'Where the hell did that come from?' and 'Why am I not in your mouth yet?'. He drew a shaky breath.

"Y-yeah, put your hands behind you. Oh, a-and don't touch yourself til I say to," he commanded, clawing for his dominance back. I nodded and did as he asked, clutching one wrist in the other hand behind me. He shoved my face to meet his throbbing cock and began assaulting my mouth, initiating shallow thrusts for a beginning rhythm. I could feel my lips stretch wide, accommodating as much of his girth as I could as his he went deeper. Spit was dribbling down my chin, slightly washing away from the water drizzling down on us. So much precome was already dripping from him and going directly down my throat. Groans and grunts were pouring from his mouth, making my own cock throb. I was desperate for contact, but would have to wait for Gerard. A particularly loud whimper was elicited from his lips when I pressed against one prominent vein, making me hum in contentment. He shuttered at the vibrations. The hand in my hair began shaking as I felt him near his climax. "God you've got a perfect mouth for this, don't you? Just made for sucking dick. Perfect for me to fuck." He had to stop to moan and looked down at me with his half-lidded, lust filled eyes. "Come on Frankie. Jerk yourself off. I want to hear you fuck yourself just for me."

No further words were needed to be said before I wrapped a shaky hand around myself. Water and precome were perfect slicking devices. Finally having friction was absolutely blinding from the amount of relief it gave me. I moaned around Gerard, which he returned as his hips started losing rhythm. My hand rutted as hard I could against my erection. I could hardly breathe. There was three, four, five more hard thrusts, all which poked the back of my throat, before Gerard all but screamed my name and squirted thick, hot come into my mouth. I already had a mouthful when he pulled away and let the rest splatter and smear all over my lips and face. I swallowed in a few small gulps and reached up, ignoring my own need of an orgasm, to stroke him through his. Several other broken moans were choked out before he stumbled to his knees and grabbed my erection. He stared at me as I licked my lips at his come while he pumped me. "I'll be damned if that's that not the hottest thing I've ever seen. Come for me you hot little fucker." I wasn't one to argue with Gerard.

My orgasm, though not as powerful as Gee's, was still fucking amazing. Hot, white pleasure tore through my vision. I slumped back, using the tub siding to support myself as Gerard palmed me until I came back from the high. I was panting through my mouth when I finally managed to look up at Gerard. He was smirking. When was he not?

He reached up to wipe my face with three of his fingers before presenting them in front of my face. They were covered in his and my come. "Suck" was all he said. I took them in my mouth, beaming directly at him while I sucked all the fluids off, swirling my tongue around each individual finger and then released with wet pop. Still not breaking eye contact, I brought his come-coated palm to my mouth and sucked every bit of it off. Just for good measure, I got the rest of his off my cheeks and swallowed it as well. I preferred Gerard's over my own.

"Happy?" I joked. If he wasn't on fucking cloud nine, there would be a problem.

"Mm, very. If I hadn't literally just come, I would be fucking you so hard you'd scream. That was so fucking hot, Frankie," he praised. He threw himself onto me, his legs on either side of mine. Gee gripped my face, kissing me repeatedly, telling how just how 'fucking hot' I was between breaths and how 'perfect' I was. I returned similar sweet nothings as we continued kissing. I'm pretty sure that the only thing that had stopped us was me realizing just how cold the water was getting. I'd almost forgotten we had originally been showering in the first place. Gerard felt me shiver and stopped us so he could finish washing himself off and getting us out of the shower. He wrapped me in a fluffy red towel, and pulled me into his arms, hands running up and down my sides to dry me off.

"Hey Gerard..." I said into his shoulder, already feeling some heat in my cheeks from what I was about to ask.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Uh, do you mind me borrowing a shirt from you?"

"Of course you can. I thought you had clothes before, though,"

"I did. Just wanted to wear yours..." There was silence. Then he pulled me away to look at me with a sly grin.

"Ohhhh, I see," he teased. "You want to wear your boyfriend's clothes like all those other cutesy couples, don't you?"

"Maybe..." I looked away, knowing my face had turned pink by now. He breathily laughed before tilting my chin back to him and kissing me. He murmured that he'd think he'd be able to find me something and left the bathroom to go up to his room. I stepped back into my boxers and wandered back to the living room to put my discarded jeans back on. While Gee was still out of the room, I took our plates and set them in his dishwasher and cleaned up our mess. We both returned simultaneously, he with a grey cotton t-shirt in hand, sweet smile plastered on his face.

"I know you love them, and it's super soft," he said shyly, handing it over to me. On the front printed in bold was Bouncing Souls, a heart with a city landscape on the inside separating the words. "I got it when I went to one of their shows about a year back. You can have it if you want..." I beamed at him. I pulled the shirt over my head, seeing if it fit. It was a bit big, but god it was so comfortable!

"I fucking love it!" I exclaimed, giving him a quick hug.

"Yeah, you look much better in it than I did. It's cute seeing you in my clothes too. You're so small."

"Oh shut it!" I laugh, and he does too.

"You wanna watch more Doctor Who before you have to leave? I'll keep you warm," he offers.

"Are you gonna keep talking during it?"

"More than likely."

"Let's fucking do it!"

Notes

Well look at that! A chapter! I'm only a week late... Yep, I'm a terrible person. Sorry for the delay, the power went off at my house three times, and two of the times the chapter did not save. This really wasn't at all what this chapter was supposed to be, but I got fed up and hurried something out before making you wait too long, and who doesn't love Frerard blowjobs?! This is all filler, but I'm seriously hoping to actually do something with the next few chapters. Or do you guys like all the smuttiness? I don't know. Leave me comments, and thanks for reading!


-xo OfSaintsandSinners