"G-Gerard..." I breathlessly moaned as his kisses trailed down my neck. He was straddling my waist as I laid in the grass. Our shirts were in a small pile a few feet away and I was praying there wasn't ants already all over them. I was also praying Gerard would just fuck me senseless already. He had been simply teasing me for the past few minutes, peppering my neck in hickeys. The sun had set by now, and we both knew no one roams this park at night, so I was free to be as loud as I wanted. I tugged impatiently on his hair as I felt the heat in my crotch grow hotter. He pulled away from my neck and smiled at me.
"Yes, hun?" he said in a low, seductive tone.
"Stop f-fucking teasing me," I whined.
"But you're so cute when I do!" he said, chuckling.
"Oh, fuck y-you."
"One word off, Frankie," he teased. I knew exactly what he meant. "Say it, or I will grab our shirts and bolt to our house."
I sighed. "Fuck me," I muttered.
"Looouder!"
"Fuck... fuck me."
He giggled. "Gladly." He reached down and tugged my jeans off, throwing them in the pile of our clothes. He did the same with his and went back to straddling my waist. His kisses went down from my neck, to my chest, to my stomach, stopping right above the waistband of my boxers. I whimpered as he looped his finger into the band and slowly pulled them down.
"Gerard, a-are you purpose-posely teasing me to-to-to-to a point that m-m-makes me want to strangle you from... from sexual frustration?" I managed to mutter.
"Maaaybe."
I sat up and pulled him into a quick kiss before starting to slide off his boxers and flinging them in the general direction of the pile. "I really hope there's not bugs crawling all over my ass in the morning," I muttered under my breath and he laughed. We sat there for a minute or two in the grass, staring into eachother's eyes and breathing heavily.
"I love you, Frank Anthony Iero."
"And I love you..." I started before grabbing Gee by the shoulders and flipping him over so I was on top, "Gerard Arthur Way." I smiled mischievously and reciprocated for all the forming bruises on my neck by sucking on his neck. He let out a loud moan that made me smile. This time, he was the writhing mess tugging on my hair as I left my mark on his neck. After a few minutes, I pulled away to look at the marks. Reddish-purple circles covered his pale skin, starting from his jaw to his collarbone.
"Frankie?" Gerard whined.
"Yes, Gee Bear?" I looked over to him to see he was pretty much pleading me with his eyes to well... you know. I smiled at him and kissed his nose as I positioned myself between his legs. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me closer to him.
"I-I'm ready," he whispered and I slowly pushed myself in. He hissed at the pain, but it apparently faded quickly as a minute later he was throwing his head back as he moaned. My face was buried in his neck as I thrust, and his hands gripping my back, occasionally slowly running down my back leaving red scratches.
"F-Fuck, Gerard," I whispered into his neck.
"Frank..." he whimpered. I could tell I was close, and started lightly biting on his neck to stop myself from moaning like a cheap hooker.
"I-I'm close, Gee," I told him as my pace increased. Instead of replying (which he really couldn't, on account of his moans) he simply nodded as he threw his head back. Seconds later, I finally released inside of him, Gerard coming right after and covering both of our stomachs in his, uh... seed. I collapsed on top of him, my breathing heavy, but still held him close. He giggled and I picked my head up to see what was so funny.
"Y-Your..." he stopped to catch his breath, "... your neck is covered in hickies." I laughed with him for a few seconds before sitting up.
"We should probably be getting home now."
"Would you be willing to stay the night?"
"Of course, babe," I wiped the sweat off my forehead, "I just need extra clothes." He nodded.
"Let's get dressed before there's bugs crawling all over us."

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I walked up to my small two-story house hand-in-hand with Gerard. I fumbled through my pockets to find my keys, and I was about to open the door when it suddenly swung open. "Frank?"
Standing in the doorway was Jamia, in her pajamas. "Oh, hi, I'm just getting my stuff. I'm staying the night with Gerard."
"Yeah, something about that: mom has... she's handed power of attorney over to Gerard's parents."
"What?"
"I asked her why and she said she thought it was for the better. You still live here 'n stuff, but I figured once you found out you might consider moving in with Gee here."
"We've been separated for the past, like, 14 years, and you still manage to know exactly what I think," I told her, smiling.
"I packed a suitcase for you." She pulled out, from behind the door, a large red suitcase. "You don't have that much stuff." She handed it to me, but Gee took it. "Love you, Frankie."
"You too, Jamia." I pulled her in for a hug before starting to walk to Gerard's.

"So did you just say you're living with me now?" Gee asked as his house came into view. I thought about it for a few seconds before nodding. He smiled and snaked his arm around my shoulder. "Well, this'll be eventful, hm?" I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed.
"I love you," I told him for the thousandth time that day.
"I love you too."

Notes

i feel so ashamed of myself when i write smut but i tried to write something i actually liked this time so uh yeah

also i just realized that frank is the older one in this fic but whatevs

xo