*Slight Smut Warning*

FRANK'S POV:
I've always hated planes. It seemed like i'd made that decision after stepping off the plane to Mikey's mansion. I'd been sitting there the whole time with a heaving feeling in my stomach and somewhat of sweaty palms.
It felt like deja vu now, the plane trip to Berlin, Germany.
"You hate planes?"
"I'm surprised you've only just noticed." I turned to Gerard in the plush seat, my Pepsi rattling on its table as i jolted up on it with my knee.
"I fucking hate planes too!" He giggled.
"You sure do." I mouthed sarcastically.
"Hey, i put on a brave face and then it looks like i'm alright....do it all the time, doesn't fail." Gerard turned back away from me to the window looking out to the ocean of grass below.
"Been to Germany before?" I asked, my hands on the arm of his seat.
"Huh?" He turned and i laughed, Gerard lost in thought. "Oh yeah, on nearly all of our tours."
"I know my way around Berlin well too." He added.
"Are you hinting at something?" He sniggered, the back of his chair clicking down as he lent back against it.
"A....date?" He leaned over to me, locks of red hair falling over his eyes, my eyes immediately flicking upwards.....fucking flirt.
"Don't joke!" I nudged him back a bit on the arm of his seat, his pupils diluting further into mine.
"I'm not kidding, why not? This would be our first!"
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I didn't exactly answer, just give hima vague nod after. Maybe i should of just said 'yes' confidently so now i wouldn't be thinking about it.
The darkness had come over fast, now the whole airplane was in entire shadows. It felt cold, or my emotions made me feel that.
I need Gerard, now. He was sleeping and i felt bad that i wanted his attention. His lids were completely shut, thick eyebrows tilted and soft lips slanting sideways. I looked.
And looked...
And looked...
Perhaps for too long before i realized what i wanted...
I could feel butterflies in my stomach and that wasn't usual. Neither was the sudden beating of my heart, and flush, sudden and hot to my body. I traced his jawline then, running it down his Adams apple and exposed collar bone, prominent and smooth.
"Gee.." My lips quivered all too quickly, knowing i should've let him sleep.
I couldn't though.
I traced from his collar to his arms, slight muscle and shape, then his fingers, long and narrow like an artists.
"Gee..."
I wanted to look further.
"Umm...umm." I quivered.
"Yes."
Yes...
Back up...those muscles, GOD those muscles.
"Y-you...I-i..." I stuttered, mouth constantly dropping open as my eyes moved down his chest.
Rip it off...
"Frankie, sugar are you ok?" He was yawning but his eyes seemed awake.
He wouldn't mind...
"God...you, your chest..." I stared down lower, my eyes squinting to see the slight tone of muscle sitting on his chest, and the curve of his hips pulling at the edge of his tight jeans.
He was so gorgeous, top curving at the end so i could see patches of pale skin, fleshy and pushing up.
My cock twitched slightly, a pulse of energy rushing up through me.
"Were you watching me sleep, aw, silly boy, don't be afraid to wake me!" His laugh was contagious, the shudder of it sending waves of breathes up through his chest, me watching intently.
"N-no, god no....i'm a bad boy." Then, i dared to look further.
I know he could see where my eyes were tracing, because he too slowly watched. I didn't know it was possible, almost as if it were the sight of him itself, but it felt as pleasurable too administer him as well as smothering myself onto him.
"Frankie, w-what are you looking at."
Eyes tracing down...
look..
look..
His thighs were thick, two fleshy chunks squeezing into the tight leather jeans he wore. Even though it wasn't meant to work, it did. The fact his jeans didn't exactly fit yet he wore them was so sexy in itself. All too small for him, but the sight of it and the protruding of flesh at the waistband became to much.
My cock twitched again...
"Y-your hard?" He shuffled back, not too unnerving to stop me, but a sign he was shocked at the least. That pure innocence gave me chills.
Tracing further...
Below the waistband, his crotch. And it felt like i had to look. The honest curiosity of how he was feeling right now.
And there too was a small curve, a bulge like hill sitting there, almost shaking like it needed freedom from the security.
"Your hard too!" I couldn't stand just watching now, as if words weren't enough, of course they weren't!
So, i let the heel of my hand slide over to his seat and press up against Gerard's crotch making him moan. Then my lips came over to meet his, a mix of coffee and lunch put together. The feeling itself wanted me to rip all my clothes of and become animalistic.
Not here...
I pressed my tongue up against the line of his lips, the sudden push releasing an exasperated moan and opening of the mouth. I let my hands slide across his waist, my fingers fiddling with the waistband, his on my back, pressing me flush against him.
"Not here." Gee pulled back slightly, his lips still on mine.
Not here...
"Then where?" I brought my lips to his neck, sucking slowly, my teeth grazing the skin.
Then where?...
"The toilets?" I sniggered at his response, far too hot and wrapped in desire to care.
I pulled at his waistband again.
"Fucking tease." He moaned, head tilted back slightly.
"Take me with you then." I continued on his jeans, my lips still forming purple on his neck. "I'll fix that problem of yours!"
Before i knew, we were in the toilets, small but acceptable. I pushed him up against the wall suddenly, knees buckling together as i hit the floor, my hands struggling with his belt.
"Nice belt." He laughed as i spoke.
"I love Batman." He continued as i finally tugged down his jeans.
"This is my first time with.l." I blushed, my forehead almost going to rest on his crotch.
"It's fine baby, i know you'll be amazing."
How nice it felt to take control of something in my life for once.
As soon as his boxers were down his cock sprang out, leaking with pre-cum, dripping onto my jeans.
I wasn't an expert, that's for sure, so at first my hands went to his waist instead of his length.
"This might take some time."
"Fucking tease." He moaned again as i slowly slid my hands down his length, adjusting them at the base.
My mouth slowly came onto him, sucking up and down at a slow pace. I needed to remember not to get too confident and choke as well as the other thousands of rules.
I continued to suck up and down, my tongue sliding around the veins on the underside of his cock, turning them rigid. My hands fiddling around at the base whilst i did everything, twisting around slowly and moving up and down.
"Fuck Frankie!" Gerard continuously moaned, my mouth moving to the head, lips puckered.
I swirled my tongue around, lips saliva coated as i sunk them down onto the head. It felt all too nice, and all too good that i forgot the strain in my own jeans too, that was something i would have to sort by myself. I reached back down Gerard's length, fairly large and close to bursting. My pace slowly got faster, breath sucked up and teeth careful not to bite.
"Oh fuck, g-god Frankie, i-i'm gonna!" Gerard yelled out before climaxing, me pulling back and slowly collecting the cum in my mouth, a slight drizzle running down my neck.
He quickly did up his jeans after, sinking down to the floor with me, breathing heavy.
"I reckon a flight attendant heard us." He giggled slightly, fiddling with my hand in his palms.
"Ah, who cares? I bet they've done it before, totally normal."
"Ya think!" Gee exhaled. It would of been funny if the next day we got wide-eyed looks. I wouldn't be surprised if we disturbed everyone's sleep.
"God i'm tired, thanks for waking me up loser."
"No problem, dummy." I replied.

Notes

*Hope you enjoyed this little chapter here, it was a bit of a treat. We are kind of nearing the end now :( sad face, but i hope you've enjoyed this!
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