Counting Down The Days To Go (Frerard)

FRANK'S P.O.V.

"Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can," me and Gerard repeated as we played patty cake like little schoolgirls. I hadn't done this in forever, not since kindergarten. I giggled as I accidently missed his hand and slapped his nose. He faked a frown and I pulled him in for a quick kiss. As I pulled away, his door swung open, his mom standing in the doorway.
"Gera-- oh, hello, Frank!"
"Hi Mrs. Way. How are you?"
"I'm fine, thanks. Why... why are you here?"
"Um, my-- my mom is going out of town for a business trip, and I didn't want to be home alone. Do... do you want me to leave?"
"No, no, it's fine." She cleared her throat. "How long will you be staying, Frank?"
"However long my mom is gone, she's not entirely sure how long that will be." She nodded and shut the door. I smiled once I heard her walking away. "That's one of the few times I've lied without stuttering."
"Really?" I nodded.
"So, Gee, whaddya wanna do today?" The second we got home yesterday, I fell asleep. It was around 5 PM now, and we had just hung out in his room all day shooting the breeze.
"Well, it's already pretty late, not much to do," he replied. Suddenly, the look in his eyes changed to... an emotion I can't recognize. "I have an idea," he growled.

Before I knew it, he was on top of me, pinning my arms down as he sucked on my neck. I pursed my lips, trying my best to stay quiet, but it was really no use. He really knew where my sweet spots were. I let out a quiet gasp as he drew blood from a forming hickey and could feel him smile against my skin. "Gerard, we-- we can't do it if your parents are home," I managed to whisper between whimpers and moans. Instead of replying, he got up and locked the door. Then, he went over to a speaker next to his bed, the kind that you can plug your phone into and it'll play music from there. He plugged in his phone and swiped a few times before clicking on a song. I quickly recognized it as a song we played a few nights ago.

Sex for homework, rolling on a mattress
I think you need a little fucking practice
Sex for homework, sitting in detention
There's just a few things that I would like to mention
Like using furniture or a special apparatus
Study your ass off while I get my rocks off

"This is like, my favorite song ever," Gerard told me as he turned the music up.
"Isn't that a bit loud?" I asked him as I could see the volume was approaching 100 on the speaker.
"I've done this before, they don't mind me blaring music," he replied, smiling. He climbed back on top of me, straddling my waist, and began to nibble on my neck again. I let out another moan, louder than the ones before, and once again he smiled. He sat up, sitting on my lap, and slipped his shirt off, throwing it in a corner. He tugged on the hem of my shirt and I nodded. He had already seen my scars, no use in hiding them now, right? He pulled off my shirt and threw it in the same direction like he had earlier with his. His kissed trailed down from my neck to my chest to my stomach. He abruptly stopped kissed as his lips came close to my waist and pulled off my pants, leaving me in my boxers.
"No fair," I whined, faking a pout, "take off your pants!" He chuckled before getting up to slip off his jeans. Once he climbed back on top of me, he brought me into a passionate but gentle kiss. He tugged a bit on my lip ring, asking for entrance, and I allowed it. As his tongue explored my mouth, his hand trailed down to my boxers. He roughly rubbed his hand against my crotch, eliciting a loud moan from me. I gasped, realizing how loud I was, but he pulled me into another kiss. He continued to rub me through the fabric as I moaned into the kiss. We eventually both pulled away, staring into eachother's lust-filled eyes. Gerard slowly pulled off my boxers, throwing them to the ground, before doing the same with his. I took the time to look over his body this time. His pale skin looked like that of a porcelain doll, leading you to believe he would break if you so much as touched him. Most of his veins were visible. I slowly ran my hands along his side, taking in the sight. His skin was smooth, adding to the porcelain doll appearance. He chuckled.
"Checking me out?"
"Yeah," I whispered breathlessly, probably barely audible over the music. "You're beautiful, y'know," I said, louder this time. He broke out into his toothy grin.
"Not as beautiful as you," he replied.
"Are we gonna get into a fight about who's prettier?" he asked me, still smiling.
"Well, maybe, once we finish what we're doing," I told him, and pulled him in for another sloppy kiss. As I slipped my tongue into his mouth, his hands trailed down to my crotch again, taking my member into his hand, causing me to whimper in pleasure and break off the kiss.
"Your whimpers are really cute," he murmured in my ear. I began to blush. He pulled away and spread my legs, looking me straight in the eyes. "You wanna do this, Frankie?" I nodded, maybe a bit too eagerly. Then, he entered me.
I hissed at the sudden pain. I had technically lost my virginity, but I had obviously never had sex where I was on the receiving end. I felt tears pricking the corner of my eyes and Gerard cupped my cheek with his hand. "Are you okay?" he asked me, his brows furrowed in worry. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to--"
"No, no, I... I want to do this. No one I'd rather do this with," I replied. "It just hurts." He nodded.
"I'll be slow, alright?" I nodded in response. Slowly, he pushed his member inside of me, until I had taken all of it. I had pulled him close to me at this point, digging my fingers into his back. He slowly thrusted in and out, until I told him I was ready. His thrusts became quicker as our session went on, my moans getting louder with every one.
"Frankie?" he breathlessly sighed into my ear.
"Y-Yeah?"
"I... I l-love you."
I couldn't help but smile at what he told me. "I l-love..." I took a second to moan in pleasure. "Lov-ove you, t-t-too." He smiled and threw his head back.
"Frank, I'm g-going--" He was interrupted by his own moaning. I knew what he meant, though.
"Me too, Gee!"
"Full-ull name."
"W-what?"
"Use... use m-m-my full nam-ame... when-when you c-c-c..." I knew what he meant this time, too.
"G-Gerard... Gerar-ard Arthur W-Way!" I moaned as I climaxed, my back arching. Gerard moaned my name as he released inside of me seconds later.

GERARD'S P.O.V.

Just then, the door handle rattled and the door itself swung open. Standing there was Patrick, his face going from confusion to embarrassment when he realized what he had just walked in on. "Sorry!" he yelled over the music, his face beet red, and shut the door. Fuck, I forgot I had given him a skeleton key to my house a while ago. I sighed and collapsed onto a blushing Frank.
"I'm so sorry, Frankie," I whispered to him as I reached over to my phone to turn off the music.
"H-how did he get in?" he asked once I unplugged my phone, shutting off the speakers.
"Skeleton key," I breathlessly replied. I pulled him in for a quick kiss before apologizing again.
"Is it safe to come inside now?" Patrick called from outside the door. Me and Frank sat up, covering our naked bodies with a sheet, before yelling it was okay. He stumbled in our room, his face still beet red. "So, did you guys, um...?"
"Y-yeah," Frank replied, chuckling, despite his face being just as red as Patrick's.
"Did you have the music loud so your parents wouldn't hear you?" We simply nodded in response.
"What did you need that was so important as to interrupt us?" I asked Patrick.
"I haven't seen you in... in a few days and I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out."
"And you felt like bursting into my room to ask me?"
".... yeah." I laughed.
"Fine, we'll hang out. Frankie, wanna come?" He nodded excitedly.
"Well, I'll wait downstairs while you two--" he kicked his foot, only for his shoe to catch onto one of our boxers. "Eugh, gross!" He shook it off his foot and stepped back into the doorway. "Just... get dressed and I'll be waiting downstairs." I laughed as he slammed the door, his face still an expression of disgust. I turned back to Frankie.
"Love you."
"Love you, too. Now, c'mon, we shouldn't leave him waiting."

We quickly changed into our clothes and jogged downstairs, hand-in-hand. As we reached the bottom, my mom gave us a weird look, and I quickly pulled my hand away and casually ran it through my hair. "Ready to go?" Patrick asked. I smiled and nodded. "Well, let's go then."

Notes

BYE I SUCK AT WRITING SMUT

BUT I SAW THE FAULT IN OUR STARS TODAY AND IM STILL CRYING

I READ THE BOOK. I KNEW WHAT WAS COMING.

AND I STILL CRIED.

anyways i'm going to a con tomorrow (june 7) so i probably won't update at all