Gerard's POV

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

My little Frankie baby is going to be staying with me for two weeks! I just can't wait. On the outside, I am calm and collected. Although on the inside I want to smother him with kisses and never let him go. We walk into my warm house, an we make our way to my room to put his stuff down.

Apparently, my parents are out doing the last of their Christmas shopping and it's just Mikey, Frank, and I in the house. Once we have Franks bag down I walk to the foot of my bed and Frank is looking around my room, like he always does when he comes to my house. He begins to walk over to me slowly, and I can't help but looking at his swaying hips. Wen he gets to me, he uses his arms to push me back and I fall onto my messy bed. I see Frank smirk before he crawls onto me and dick twitches as the sight. He makes himself comfortable right on my crotch and he leans down to whisper into my ear.

"Can you drop me off at the mall?"

What the fuck?!

My parents aren't home and Frankie turns me on and then he asks me to give him a ride? Why can't he give me a ride, but a different ride. God, Frankie riding me would be hot!

"I don't think I heard you correctly..." I swallow and Frank sighs, and sits up again.

"Can you drop me off at the mall?" He asks again.

"Frank," I sit up and he wraps his arms around my neck. "You got me all excited, sitting on me and everything, and then you ask to go to the mall?"

"Yes, is that a problem?" He purrs, raising an eyebrow. I laugh, and give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Yeah, let's go, but I want you to eat something." I say and I stand up but Frank just wraps his legs around my waist.

"Can I help you?" I chuckle.

"Carry me!" He laughs and I do as well.

"On one condition..." I say and I quickly grasp Frankie's butt. He gasps and his eyes go wide.

"What are you doing?" He gasps.

"This is the condition for me carrying you babe." I purr and he blushes a deep red and rest his head on my shoulder.

"Oh, of course..." He whispers and hugs me tighter. I bring my hand up to his soft hair and pet him, while I kiss his ear.

This boy is driving me insane...

I could be hooked on him forever, like a drug. Although I would pick Frankie over a drug or any person any day of my life. Slowly, I walk up the stairs, enjoying every minute of Frank clinging onto me. I reach the kitchen and Frankie let's go and sits down on the bench while I take vegetarian lasagne out of the oven, that I've been trying to perfect all morning for Frank, and I think I got it right. I set it on the counter, and call Mikey's name.

I set up the table and Mikey comes in and sits next to Frank.

"Hi Mikey!" Frank cheers, and Mikey and I both automatically smile.

"Hi Frank, how are you?" Mikey asks, resting his elbows on the table.

"Great, how are you?"

"I'm good, so my mom told me that you are staying here for break, is it true?"

"Yeah, do you mind? I really don't want to be an inconvenience!"

"It's totally fine Frank, well, I'll see you later." Mikey says before ruffling Franks hair, making him laugh. He walks over to me, with a death glare in his eyes, and takes the plate of foo I prepared him.

Mikey begins to walk back to his room but stops at the step and turn to Frank.

"Also, if Gerard does something to you that you didn't want, you have every right to punch him in the mouth." He whips his head to me. "He makes really stupid decisions sometimes." He spits at me then turns be all to Frank, "Oh, and you know how to get what you what from Gerard." Mikey smiles and leaves the room.

I turn around and bring Frank his plate and my plate over and set his in front of him.

"Sorry, if you don't like it, I haven't ever made this..." I admit and Frank smiles at me, causing a small smile to appear on my face as well.

We both take a piece from the slice and Frank eats his first and I'm nervous about his reaction. He freezes and I instantly shrug my shoulders, knowing I've failed.

"Gerard, this is so fucking good!" Frank exclaims. I get surprised by his good reaction and the fact that he cursed. I must have made some pretty fucking delicious food.

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Frankie and I are currently lying down on the couch watching The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, because we're pretty tired. Frank totally forgot about the mall, and he just wanted to snuggle, which I gladly accepted.

"Want a mint, babe?" I hear Frank's little voice ask as he pops a mint into his mouth.

"Sure sweets." I say and quickly eat the mint he gives me. A couple of minutes later, he shoots off the couch and places his hands on his hips.

"We never went to the mall!" He complains.

"Can't we go tomorrow or something, I'm so tired." I honestly admit.

He huffs, like as if he is using a last resort.

"Fine..." He sasses, and trails his hands down his chest and grips the hem of his shirt. He takes a deep breath and then pulls the shirt over his head. My jaw hits the floor, as I look at the beautiful person standing in front of me. I sit up and swallow, feeling excited and nervous at the same time.

"Can we go to the mall now?" He asks, dropping his shirt to the floor.

"W-what?" I ask, admiring the two tattoos on the 'hope' tattoo about his heart, and the two birds on his lower stomach.

"I said," he slowly walks to me, swaying his hips again, and put his legs on either side of mine. My hands trails up his bare back, feeling his soft, untouched skin. "Can we go to the mall now?"

"I-I-I" I'm totally lost with words.

Frank Iero is straddling me, half-naked!

"Mikey told me how to get what I want from you..." He purrs, fixing my hair that is dangling in front of my eyes.

"What did he say?" I question, wanting to know what my brother is telling my boyfriend.

"Seducing you is the best way there is." He purrs, and my eyes go wide. "It's working pretty well too!" He giggles before kissing me. I go to wrap my fingers in his hair but he pulls away and I groan.

"Can we go to the mall now?" He asks again.

"Sure, let me just kiss you..." I close my eyes and lean in, but, all of a sudden his weight is removed from me and I end up missing his lips.

I look up, and see that Frankie already has his shirt on again, and is walking towards my room.

"What the fuck is this kid doing to me?" I question the awkward, queasy, but delightful feeling in my chest.

What am I talking about?

This can't be love!

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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!

At the moment, Frank and I are in the guitar store and Frank is looking at amps. Unfortunately, Frank is bending over, and his ass his way up in the air, basically begging to be fucked!

"I-I'm going to go to the b-bathroom..." I mention and Frank nods, and his fucking ass wiggles a little.

Is he trying to kill me?!

I rush to the bathroom and, luckily it's a one stall setup. I quickly turn on the light and lock the door. I lean back and sigh, running a hand threw my hair. I look down at my pants, and see the very obvious boner.

Fuck, I'm in a fucking guitar store, and I'm about to jack off to my boyfriend who likes to seduce me to give him rides because, my mother fucking brother told him.

My breathing quickens as I grab my erection threw my pants. I roll my head back in pleasure and it hits the door with a small thud.

"Fuck..." I moan, as I travel threw the two layers of clothing and reach my hard dick. I slowly wrap my fingers around me and squeeze. I groan, and slide down the door. I feel pre-cum dribbling out and I turn my head and bite my bottom lips to stifle a moan.

"F-Frank..." I gasp, and I think of him laying down underneath me, face shiny with sweat, and a face of undeniable pleasure. I begin to pump myself as I open my mouth and let out a fucking whorish moan that erupts from the back of my throat.

Another inappropriate thought crosses my mind, and fuck, why do I think this?!

Frank is sitting on my hips, with his dick buried deep inside of him. He's gasping and moaning every time he lifts himself up and drops back down. His scrunched up face as I pump his dick. The gentle gasps escaping his pink lips. The sweat beads that trail down his neck.

"Fuck!" I yell before I quickly pulls my pants down and cum hard on the floor. I remove my hand from my dick and pull up my pants. I clean the mess up quickly and thouroly wash my hands, being sure I'm removing any scent that lingers. I look in the mirror and admire my face.

I'm not trying to be cocky, it just whenever am orgasm occurs for me, I think I look actually attractive. My lips are a deep pink, and my face has a strange, but amazing glow to it.

I shake my head, and leave the bathroom, heading to Frank who is talking to a sales assistant. I smile and walk over to him, but when Frank spots me, te assistant turns around, and fuck, he just ruined my day.

"Zacky?!"

"Hi Gerard, how are you?" Zacky asks politely,

"Fuck off, Frank let's go." I demand.

"No, relax Gerard Way!" Frank yells ate and I am taken aback. What's with this attitude?

I cross my arms and wait for Zack and Frank to finish their conversation, and before I can get to Frank, Zacky gets to me.

"Can I talk to you for a bit?" Zacky asks, biting one of his lips rings.

I nod my head and follow him to the counter. He sits down and I stay standing on the other side of the desk.

"Frank wants this guitar, and I was wondering of you would consider doing anything for him that relates to it?" He asks, and I raise any eyebrow.

I was expecting for Zacky and I to start fighting yesterday.

"Uh, sure. I'll buy it for him." I say leaning on the desk. I turn around and Frank is looking at the various guitars.

"Are you sure? This shits is pretty expensive. It's not even put together. He wants to take different parts from different guitars and call it the Plant-O-Matic." Zacky asks and I nod.

"Alrighty then, I need you to come by something without Frank and we'll put it together." Zacky mentions writing down something.

"I'll be here tomorrow morning." I say, and adjust my jacket, getting ready to leave.

"Sounds good!" Zacky cheers before running to help another customer. I turn and Frank is walking over to me. I smile and plant a kiss on his forehead before taking his small hand in mine and we walk out the store. When we get to my car, we both get in and the first few minutes are filled with little chatters about Franks favorite guitars, but after that a few minutes of silence pass.

"So what do you really want for Christmas?" I ask. A wait a few moments and I don't get an answer.

"Hey, Frank?" I say and look over to him. His head is resting against the cold window as his slightly parted, pink lips, let out gentle breaths.

Cute little shit!

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