Married In My Mind

We hadn’t even made it to the bed before Frank’s lips were on mine again. He pushed me against the door-frame and kissed me hard, leaning into me and tangling his fingers in my hair. The familiarity of his sweet, smoky breath made my heart flutter.
My brain began to buzz with the reality of oh my god this actually happening. I tugged on the zipper on his sweatshirt. My fingers slipped as the zipper pull got stuck halfway down. He untangled one of his hands from my hair and pulled it the rest of the way down, all but ripping the garment off. His arm banged against the other side of the door frame with a sickening thud.
“Fuck.” He hissed, letting out a small laugh. He clutched at his arm.
“Fuck this.” He said, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Bed. Now.” He instructed in between kisses, pushing me towards the bed.
Our lips never stopped touching as he walked me backwards to the edge of the bed.
He shoved me down on the mattress and slid between my legs, starting on the buttons on my coat. I heard the sound of his shoes drop as he kicked them off. I tried to get mine off but couldn’t with him in between my legs. My fingers slid under the hem of his shirt and pulled it up his back.
“It’s not a race, Gee, we have all night.” He whispered playfully, helping me pull his shirt over his head.
“I know I’m sorry. I just-” I breathed.
“Mmmmmm… I know.” He hummed, pressing sloppy kisses against my neck. He undid the last button and slid my coat open, running his hands up under my shirt. His palms felt warm against my skin.
He sucked hard on my neck as he ground his hips tightly against mine. He let out a throaty moan at the friction. My pants weren’t quite tight enough or maybe the angle just wasn’t right. It just wasn’t enough. I needed to get my clothes off. I needed more.
I felt his teeth against my skin. The gentle pain pulled the breath from my lungs as the capillaries broke. Just when it hit the brink of too much he stopped and placed a soft kiss to the bite-mark. He trailed kisses to another spot, biting almost harder than he had before.
“Frank don’t-” I gasped. “Don’t leave any marks.”“Why not? No one’s going to fucking believe it was me.” He groaned against my skin. Though he must have agreed with me to some extent because he went back to softly kissing the tender, bruising skin instead of biting it.
“We just have to be careful.” I whispered.
“I’m gonna make you all mine and I don’t fucking care who knows.” He gritted out, sliding his hands under the shoulders of my coat. “Now get this fucking coat off.”
I wasn’t used to Frank being so demanding and desperate. It was fucking hot.
“I thought it wasn’t a race.” I breathed as his hips thrusted against mine, finally at that just-right angle, and the friction against my hard-on was dizzying.
“It’s not... but you’re still wearing too much.” He groaned.
I lifted myself off the mattress enough to slide out of my coat. Frank pressed his lips hard against mine. I kissed back urgently. He arched his back to slide a hand between us to work at the button and zipper on my jeans. His fingers slipped on the button and couldn’t get it through the hole. I nudged his hand away, and quickly pulled the button and fly open. He tugged the waist of my jeans down enough to free my cock. The release of pressure made my head swim.
I tried to undo his belt but my fingers couldn’t figure out the mechanism.
“Seriously?” He chuckled. Pushing my hands away and quickly undoing the belt, button and fly in one swift motion. “We are going to have to work that. That was pathetic.”
He leaned over me, holding himself up on his arm, resting it on the mattress to the right of my head. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and started to stroke me off. My loud, embarrassing moans were muffled by his swirling tongue. I slid my hand under the waist of his boxers and palmed at his cock. I could feel the vibrations of his groans as I flicked my wrist.
His hand motions slowed to a crazy-making, dizzying hault. He slid down my torso, out of my reach, and started to pull my jeans down my thighs. My skin covered in goosebumps at the sudden contact with the cool air. He slid off the bed to pull my jeans the rest of the way off. They caught around my ankles.
“You still have your shoes on?” He chuckled.
“Not a race.” I grumbled, rolling my eyes. I shivered at the cool air, feeling incredibly exposed. I glanced down at my mostly-naked form. My shirt had ridden up against my chest revealing the entire spread of my soft, pale flesh. It looked wrong in comparison to Frank’s ink-filled skin. My cheeks warmed as I realized Frank had never seen me naked like this before. I couldn’t look at his face. I was too self-conscious to want to know if he liked what he saw or not. I focused instead on his throbbing cock, which was poking out over the waistband of his boxers.
He pulled my shoes off and slid my pants over my ankles. He slid his own pants and boxers off before climbing back on the bed to fit himself into the space beside me me. I pulled one of the blankets over top of us, in part because I was cold but mostly because I was suddenly feeling incredibly shy about my appearance.
He kissed me slowly and passionately as he resumed jacking me off. I moaned into his mouth as he thumbed over the head of my cock, smearing the precum around. I gripped the sheets, trying not to get too lost in the feeling. I wanted the moment last as long as I could stand it. He thrusted against my hip, his own cock sliding little trails of precum onto my skin.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, hot breaths spreading over my chest.
“Fuck, I forgot to grab the condoms.” I whispered.
“I have a few in there.” He said, lifting his head up and smirking. He nodded his head in the direction of the nightstand.
“Then why the hell did you need to buy more?” I asked. I blamed the box of condoms for everything that was happening between us. It was easier to reason that this was all some heat-of-the moment thing, spurred by the suggestion of a drugstore purchase, than it was to believe that Frank truly wanted this as much as I did.
He stopped jacking me off and stared at me with an amused look on his pretty face.
“Well…” He sighed, sliding his fingers against my jawline. “I have maybe 2 or 3 left in the drawer. Which is more than enough for what I’ve got in mind right now.” A smirk played on his lips at that. “But if you honestly think we’re only ever going to do this 2 or 3 times... then you’re completely insane.”
“Oh.” I mouthed, face flushing.
“I can’t get you out of my head... ever.” he confessed, biting his lip. “The way we’ve been handling things has been fucking torture.”
He pressed a long, slow kiss to my lips.
“I want you every. fucking. day.” He whispered against my ear, carefully annunciating each word. He let out a breathy sigh as his cock slid against my thigh. “2 or 3 times doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
It wasn’t I love you but it was fucking close enough.
“I do need to go grab the lube though… that is, if you think you can last long enough for me to get around to actually fucking you.” He whispered softly against my ear, squeezing my cock.
I gasped, hips twitching at his touch.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’” He chuckled. “Don’t go anywhere.”
He got up and slipped out of the room.
“And take your fucking shirt off!” he called down the hallway.
I was lost on his sarcasm. I don’t know where the fuck I would go when I was naked in Frank’s bed. I used the 20 seconds I had to pull my shirt off and move up onto the bed into a more workable position than the awkward spread I was currently in... Somewhat diagonal on the end of the bed. I pulled the blanket over my head, still not really accepting that any of this was real.
I felt the mattress dip as Frank climbed under the covers, nestling up beside me. He snaked his arm around my waist and pressed a kiss to my neck. I felt the cool, smoothness of the bottle of lube brush over my skin as he pulled me close.
“I suppose we haven’t really talked about it so uh… you’ve done this before, right?” He asked softly. “I mean, I remember seeing you with guys last time we were on tour and stuff but I guess I shouldn’t just assume...”
I felt a blush creep on my face as I realized Frank was nervously asking for permission to fuck me.
“I want you.” I breathed. “Frank, please. Just-”
“You want me to fuck you, mmmm?” He hummed, sliding in between my legs.
“Yes.” I whispered. “I’ve wanted it for so long.”
We kissed heatedly for a moment, grinding against each other, all slip and sigh. Frank trailed heated kisses down my chest, down my side, stopping at my hip. His fingers gently slid further and further up my thigh, caressing softly. I was going to fucking lose it if he didn’t stop teasing me and do something.
I breathed his name in between impatient gasps. He dribbled some spit onto his palm and wrapped his hand around the base of my dick. His hand slid up, thumbing over the head before stroking back down slowly. I couldn’t hold back the whimper as my vision blacked out with pleasure.
“Mmmm, fucking listen to yourself, Gee. I seriously doubt you’re gonna last much longer.” He growled, sliding his hand up and down at a slow and steady pace. “I don’t even care. I just wanna make you cum.”
He brought my cock into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and slicking it with spit. Writing about Frank Iero sucking my cock and actually watching Frank Iero suck my cock were two completely different things. I hadn’t expected him to give me this evil look every time I said his name. It was so good I couldn’t stop saying his name. I hadn’t expected him to pause, stick his fingers in his mouth and then slide them over my ass before shoving my cock as deep down his throat as it would go. He massaged my ass, slowly working a finger in. I could feel him humming in the back of his throat.
I tried to keep my thrusting to a minimum but I couldn’t stop. He just let me fuck forward into his mouth and back onto his fingers until I no longer had any concept of what the fuck was going on.
He pulled off and started stroking right before I slammed into an orgasm.
“Mmmmm, I know, Gee, I know.” He echoed in response to the way I dragged his name out in long breathy moans, kissing along my inner thigh. His tattooed fingers slid up and down as I coasted through. When I was completely spent he wiped his hand off on the sheets and curled up beside me.
I was on cloud nine. I wanted to roll up in a little ball and sleep but before I could drift off I rolled on top of him, instantly feeling the press of his hard-on. We hadn’t even gotten a chance to open the lube yet so I felt around in the darkness for the bottle. It had slid away from us in all of my thrashing. I finally found the smooth bottle almost up by the pillows. The cap made a little popping noise as I pressed my thumb against it.
I settled in between Frank’s legs and coated my fingers in lube. I glanced up at his face. He was staring down at me, biting his lip expectantly.
I wrapped my hand around his dick and started sliding. He was groaning within seconds. I trailed careful kisses along his thigh, sometimes nibbling.
A few flicks of the wrist, and a twist of the palm and I already had him gasping curses.
I bit down hard on his inner-thigh and stroked, long and hard. He was already writhing. His head was thrown back against the pillows. His hand gripped my shoulder, nails digging into my skin.
“Fuck, Gee.” He moaned.
I quickly had him cumming all over. I slowed my strokes gradually, watching the cum slide out pump after pump. Frank was a panting wreck.
I crawled up into the space beside him and pulled him into my arms.
“Fuck, Gee.” He repeated in a breathy sigh, pressing his lips against mine. We kissed slowly and hungrily for what felt like hours. Our salty, slippery skin slid against each others as we folded tightly around each other. It was like there was just me and just Frank and just this room and nothing else existed.
“I love you.” I breathed as he was kissing my neck softly. “I love you so fucking much.”
He stopped kissing my skin and gazed up at me with a guarded and uncertain expression.
“...You don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to. That wasn’t why I said it.” I told him. "It just kind of came out. I'm so fucking hopelessly in love with you."
He nodded solemnly and pressed a row of kisses to my collarbone before resting his cheek against my chest. I pressed one last kiss into his hair before everything went black with heavy sleep.

Notes

sorry this chapter is literally just porn. omg. uh. haha. next chapter will have more substance i suppose. hahahaha. omg.

let me know what you think though! i've been writing fanfiction for almost a year and i feel like my smut-writing skills have greatly improved over time. it's unfortunate that it's not something you can put on a traditional resume. hahaha. shit.

ok. uh. ta ta for now!~
-m!
(that's some nevous fuckin laughter.)