...“Okay, we should get back to the hotel then,” Frank says and turns back to Diego. “Make sure nobody breaks someone’s neck, thank you,”

Narrator’s POV

Diego nods in response and mumbles something unrecognizable before waving his hand and running of in the direction of the other teens, leaving Frank and Gerard on their own. Soon his features completely disappear and he becomes just another silhouette, blending in with the dark mountains behind him.

As soon as the distance between him and the lovers becomes long enough, Frank hurriedly leans in to Gerard, pressing his dry, bitten to blood lips to the Gee’s soft and gentle ones. Gerard willingly accepts the kiss, his hand curling around Frank’s neck and pulling him lower and closer. After several seconds they disconnect and Frank presses his forehead against Gerard’s, looking straight into his hazel, with a greenish tint eyes, making the boy melt into the tender touch even more, practically dissolving. As Frank speaks, Gerard can feel his warm breath on his face, and his own hair, which is now over his face, tickles him. He fights the urge to kiss Frank again and listens, closing his eyes while the corners of his lips uncontrollably tug upwards.

“Are you actually hurt?” Frank asks quietly, as if scared to disturb the peace between them. Gerard shrugs his shoulders, continuing to cling onto the counselor whose arms are wrapped tightly around his waist in case Gerard is actually in pain and can’t stand on his own.

“It doesn’t hurt as much anymore, but I’d rather just go back to the hotel,” Gerard replies almost in a whisper, hoping with his whole heart that Frank won’t make him stay outside in the field.

“Yeah, I get it,” Frank says quietly and takes a long breath before pulling away from Gerard’s face, but not removing the boy’s arms from his neck. “Can you walk?”

“Yeah, just hold my arm, please,”

Frank does as ordered and smiles widely, revealing his teeth. He quickly kisses Gerard’s sweet lips again and the latter snuggles, or leans into his side as they start walking in the direction of the hotel. They keep silent, just enjoying one of the rare moments they get to share when no one’s around. There are two more weeks left for them to bathe in each other’s love, and then, the camp is over, and they’ll just have to continue with their normal lives as if nothing happened.

Gerard is practically breathing with the thought that he, perhaps, will still be able to meet up with Frank once they return to New Jersey in Autumn, but a little voice in the back of his mind keeps telling him that that’s most likely not going to happen, whatever the reason for it is going to be. The best things all have end, and Gerard knows it from bitter experience.

“So what happened?” Frank interrupts the silence as they pass by the empty pool. The water is still and reflects the dark, with heavy violet clouds, sky.

“I tripped and fell into some kind of a ditch, I’m not sure,” Gerard tells him and Frank’s arms around his shoulder tightens, pressing their bodies together in a soothing hug.

“Awh, clumsy cripple,” Frank chuckles lightheartedly, clicking his tongue and Gerard jokingly nudges his ribs with an elbow.

“Shut up,” he mumbles, making Frank laugh even more. Gerard smiles happily, looking up at the counselor fondly. He loved making Frank laugh, it made him feel like he really mattered and he wasn’t just an empty space or another one of Frank’s, as he has estimated based on Frank’s looks, countless relationships.

“God, I love you,” Frank breathes out lightly after he’s done laughing, but his lips are still stretched in a smile. Gerard’s muscles immediately tense up and a cold shiver runs down his spine, making him tremble slightly. His heart hitches in his chest and seems to stop it’s beat as the meaning of the words fully gets to him, making his head spin. His mouth goes dry in one moment, and he feels as if he hasn’t had a drink in at least five days. Frank just said that he loves him.

“I love you too,” is all he’s able to say in reply after a moment of silence, as his tongue seems to not obey him anymore; he gets the impression that it’s made of cotton. His voice is quiet and hoarse. Gerard feels blood rush into his cheeks, and suddenly he feels very embarrassed of himself. Why did he feel the need to say anything at all? What made him?

Frank’s head snaps in the direction of Gerard, and his hazel eyes widen in shock and surprise. He stares at him for several seconds, just breathing heavily, his lips pursed together. Gerard is almost scared that he’s done something wrong, that he should have stayed quiet and not acknowledged Frank’s words. What if Frank said that he loved him in the heat of the moment? Maybe it was a joke? Maybe it just didn’t matter? What if.. What if he said it in a friendly way?

“Oh my go- unflk-” Frank mumbles and, slurring the last letters of the word and cutting himself off, hurriedly leans in and kisses Gerard, capturing his lips. Gerard practically leaps into his arms, feeling really small, pathetic but also very, very happy and fuzzy to hear the words for the first time in his life, knowing that his feelings are returned. There have been too many times in his life when he was convinced he was going to die alone without knowing that somewhere out there, there was someone who cares about him leaving.

Without another word, Frank and Gerard increase their walking speed, their hands interlocked below their waists. Gerard does his best not to limp or show any signs of discomfort to not confuse or scare Frank, but his attention is quickly taken off the pain as Frank’s shoulder brushes past his with every step they take. They make a turn at the grocery store, pass the small neat village square and finally, they are at the hotel. No one is in sight, and it almost seems like the building is abandoned. On Gerard and Frank’s floor, the lights are even turned off in the corridor.

“Do you… do you want to come to my room?” Frank asks hesitantly, his slightly wet hand still clasping Gerard’s and unconsciously pulling him closer.

“Sure,” Gerard replies, trying to look calm and collected even though his insides are twirling around, about to force themselves out from the unfamiliar, strange kind of excitement. Millions of butterflies are exploding in his stomach, making him shiver. Both Frank and Gerard know approximately where this is going, and they don’t even have to say it out loud. Frank gives him a small warm asymmetrical smile and practically kicks the door open, shoving it with his shoulder. He rather harshly pulls Gerard inside by the hand and immediately pins him to the wall opposite the bathroom door, holding his wrists up above his head, his nails digging into the boy’s skin and leaving marks. The younger boy’s body goes limp under his touch as the back of his head hits the wall and his eyes slip closed in expectance. Frank lowers his face to Gerard’s and kisses his lips; first softly and tenderly, but then starting to nibble on his lower lip, sucking it into his mouth and lapping it with his tongue. Gerard stays motionless, practically holding his breath. Frank’s tongue forcefully pushes past Gerard’s lips and Gerard obliges, parting his jaws slightly. Frank massages their tongues together, and Gerard clenches his fist in an attempt to hold back a moan. No one has ever seen or heard him moan, and doing so now seemed very strange and unnatural to him. Frank notices his reaction. He releases Gerard’s wrist and harshly shoves his hand between Gerard’s legs, cupping him through the fabric of his jeans, squeezing lightly. Gerard’s eyes roll back slightly and he exhales loudly through his nose, biting back a groan. Frank breaks the kiss and leans slightly behind Gerard, so that his mouth is right above the boy’s ear.

“Baby, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he hisses breathily, and his hand tightens it’s grip on Gerard’s member. Gerard’s hips jolt forward and Frank presses himself fully to the boy, holding him tight against the wall, letting him feel his body. “I want to hear you moan for me baby, your voice is so fucking sweet,”

“B-but-” Gerard whimpers, almost unable to contain himself but trying his best to ignore Frank’s hand on his quickly hardening dick.

“The hotel is empty. We’re all alone,” Frank interrupts and Gerard’s eyes half-open, looking at the counselor while he pants heavily, his head spinning. The arousal makes him feel dizzy, intoxicated; his mouth is dry, burning with need for Frank. Frank can feel Gerard’s increased heartbeat and his chest rise against his own. He frantically moves his hand away from Gerard’s crotch and needingly thrusts their hips together, to which Gerard’s head falls back and he finally moans, ending it on a high note. Frank grits his teeth, savouring the sound. Gerard’s mouth drops open and Frank lets go of his wrists, letting his arms drop freely by his sides. Gerard quickly moves his now free hands to Frank’s back, running them along his spine and pressing the bodies ever closer together. He feels the counselor’s muscles under the T-shirt, the curves of his ribs. His hands slide under the hem of the shirt, feeling the hot tattooed skin. Frank grinds their crotches together faster and rougher as Gerard’s nails scratch his flesh, leaving red marks behind. The younger boy’s head falls back and he moans again, much louder and more sure this time, exposing his neck to the counselor. Frank immediately takes the opportunity and attacks the area, sucking the tender skin into his mouth, nibbling and biting. Gerard wriths under him like a snake, unable to contain himself. Frank gently tugs on the collar of Gerard’s T-shirt, revealing the collarbones. He places gentle kisses on Gee’s clavicles, dipping in his tongue, licking over the slightly salty skin.

“Fuuuck,” Gerard breathes out as Frank’s hand replaces his hips once again, palming him through his jeans, feeling the bulge. You could see the outline of his dick perfectly and everything was revealed- it wouldn’t make much difference if he was naked. “Please Frank,”

Frank breaks away from his neck and looks into Gerard’s eyes, savouring the lustful gaze pierced into him. “Is this your first time?” he asks Gerard and he nods frantically, his hips snapping forward into Frank’s hand, making the counselor smile and the neediness. Frank leans into Gerard and traces the outline of his lips with the tip of his tongue before pulling him into a heated kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance which Gerard quickly gives up.

Their teeth clashed and clicked together. Frank was enjoying the feeling of the inexperienced, untasted lips on his, fighting the urge to just knock Gerard down and fuck him senseless on the carpeted floor. They could do that next time, but he wanted to make Gerard’s first time unforgettable in a good way.

Gerard starts tugging the hem of Frank’s shirt, motioning for him to take it off. Frank breaks away from the boy and lifts his arms up in the air, letting him slide it off. Gerard runs his slightly wet hands over his tattooed chest. Suddenly his eyes widen and he pushes Frank away slightly, as if scared.

“Who’s… Who’s Jamia?” he stammers, staring up at the counselor in fear. Frank’s face goes red and he glances away.

“It was in highschool and I was drunk. I wanted to cover it up ages ago but never had enough time,”

“You… You don’t have a girlfriend, do you?”

“No baby, I wouldn’t do that,”

Not wanting Gerard to carry on with the unpleasant topic, Frank connects their lips again, placing his hands on Gerard’s hips. Gerard doesn’t argue and happily gives in, only hoping that Frank didn’t lie.

Frank slides his hands under Gerard’s T-shirt, meaning to take it off, and that’s when Gerard’s mind floods with negative thoughts. And all the negative thoughts consisted of just how much he dislikes his body, if not hates. He remembered the embarrassing flop of his stomach, which he couldn’t get rid of no matter what he did; the stretch marks on his sides and chest, which he was to carry till his last days; his, due to being overweight in the past, slightly enlarged nipples. He didn’t want Frank to see them up close and decide that Gerard was ugly and leave him, but somehow that seemed like the most likely scenario. No one would want to have sex with someone like Gerard, he was convinced of it. Next to the toned counselor, he felt miserable. Maybe Frank wouldn’t even acknowledge his stretch marks out loud- maybe he’d just make a point in his mind, something like “ew, never having sex with this piece of shit in my life ever again”, and that would be even worse.

Gerard was on the edge of deciding against getting intimate with Frank just so that he wouldn’t see his stretch marks. He’d overcome the lust and just jack off in the shower, but not get embarrassed in front of the only person who seemed to care. He just didn’t-

“Gee, baby, let me take the shirt off,” Frank purrs sweetly into his ear and his brain melts in panic.

“O-Okay,” he quickly decides and lifts his arms upwards, trying to block out the images of his, as he thought, nauseates body. Frank tugs the shirt off and throws it behind him onto the floor, not caring where it lands. Gerard watches the counselor’s face expression carefully, trying to see any signs of disapproval or disgust.

Frank leans back from Gerard, staring, wide-eyed, at his body. Fuck, this is it. Gerard unconsciously winces, his eyebrows furrowing and lips tugging downwards, as his heart freezes in his chest. He can see Frank’s eyes first concentrate on his stomach, then his arms, and then his chest, observing each for longer than five seconds, making Gerard feel tiny and pathetic as never before in his whole life. Gerard fights the urge to cover himself up with his arms, as it would make the situation even more uncomfortable. The counselor then glances at the stomach once again before his eyes finally connect with Gerard’s, whose condition could only be described as ‘scared shitless’.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles softly before bowing down and pressing a soft kiss to Gerard’s chest, hugging him and pressing them closer together. He saw the stretch marks and he saw the flop of his stomach. He noticed them all back at the pool on the first day of camp, but he just didn’t care- Gerard was who he was, and Frank was in love with him, and it was all what mattered. Gerard could have had a giraffe neck or a fucking lion tail, Frank wouldn’t give a shit and wouldn’t even mention it. Shit, Gerard could have had blue skin and yellow eyes like Avatar, and Frank would still get mesmerised by his voice. For the first time in his life, beauty and physical appearance was the last thing that mattered to him. He simply adored every one of Gerard’s lines and curves, every inch; if he could, he’d paint a picture of him and hang it on his wall.

His eyes saw Gerard’s imperfections, but his heart didn’t.

Gerard closes his eyes and calms his breathing as Frank kisses down his body, soon starting to fumble with the zipper of his jeans. Gerard is shaking with anticipation when Frank suddenly pulls away.

“Wanna move this to the bed?” he asks and his lips tug upwards in a smile until they part, revealing his white teeth. Gerard nods, following him into the room. Frank pushes him gently and suggestively onto the bed and Gerard lands on his back, bouncing on the mattress a little. Frank chuckles and gets onto the bed too. He hovers on his hands and knees above Gerard, just looking at him lovingly, tracing every inch of his body with his eyes. He can see the bulge in Gerard’s jeans, and he knows that he’s desperate. Plus, they really don’t have that much time before everyone returns from the field, so they need to get going if they really want to do this.

“So this is really your first time?” Frank asks again and Gerard nods in response. “No blowjobs, handjobs, no nothing?”

“I… You were my first kiss, Frank,” Gerard confesses.

“I can’t believe it,”

Gerard’s face turns red in embarrassment. “I don’t know, everyone at school just sorta… hates me, in a way?” He can’t seem to find the right words, and the whole conversation seems to be going in the wrong direction. He didn’t mean to sound like a victim.

“How can anyone hate you,”

“I don’t know, they don’t hate me, they just ignore me most of the time and sometimes-”

“Yeah, I get it,” Frank says thoughtfully before lowering himself down on his arms and kissing Gerard’s lips again, pressing their foreheads together. From all the kissing his lip ring has long lost it’s cold feel. “And you totally don’t deserve it. You deserve fucking admiration from everyone you meet and a golden statue in your honor, and I think you’re going to make it big one day,”

Gerard smiles. “With you by my side,”

“With me by your side, dear,”

Gerard gasps as Frank suddenly drops onto him, his long tattooed fingers hungrily attacking his zipper. However, in a matter of a second Frank moves his hands away, as if thinking of something better. Gerard’s hands clench the bed sheets as he waits for the contact. He watches the counselor beneath him with half-lidded eyes. Frank half-opens his mouth and carefully leans down towards Gerard’s crotch, leaving no more than two inches between them. He takes the zipper in between his teeth. He looks up at the panting Gerard through his eyelashes, smiling a little at the image before him. He then slowly drags the zipper down, opening up the boy’s pants. He feels Gerard’s hands in his hair, massaging his scalp. The counselor frantically tugs the jeans off to reveal Gerard’s grey boxers, which by now have formed a serious tent, outlining his cock. In the front there is a dark patch from the leaking pre-cum.

Frank looks up at Gerard who is now propping himself on his elbows. His chest is rising heavily and his mouth is dropped open, eyes half closed; his long red hair is all over his face and he brushes it back on one swift motion, but a lock still escapes. So fucking beautiful, Frank thinks before returning his attention to Gerard’s covered cock in front of his face. He runs his hand along the outline, tickling, and Gerard’s hips buck into him so that the tip touches his nose.

“Look at you, so needy,” Frank murmures. He brings his face closer to the fabric, nuzzling his face in Gerard’s cock and inhaling, gently mouthing on the moist fabric. His fingers slip behind the waistband of the boxers, slowly starting to pull them off, revealing more skin second my by second. Suddenly, Gee’s flushed cock springs open and the boy shivers, a small groan falling off his reddened lips.

Frank waits for several long seconds, teasing Gerard, before licking a long wet stripe up his dick, stopping at the head. He carefully dips his tongue into the slit, making Gerard make an animalistic sound, his whole body shaking up.

“Fuck Frankie,” he breathes out, his head falling back. Frank twirls his tongue around the head some more, sucking on the tip before his fingers tighten on Gerard’s hips and, without a warning, he fully sinks down on the boy’s dick, letting it hit his throat.

“FU-HCK!” Gerard gasps and whimpers and his hips snap forward, but Frank holds him down, pressing his body into the mattress. Gerard’s hands tangle themselves in Frank’s hair and he tries to push the counselor’s head down more. Frank stays still for several seconds, letting Gerard get used to the new sensation as the boy moans breathily above him, before starting to slowly rise and sink onto his cock with his mouth again and again. His cheeks hollowed every time he reached the top and ran his tongue across the slit, making Gerard practically cry out and tug on his hair. The blowjob was quick and sloppy, and soon Frank was helping himself with his hands, flicking his wrist. He deepthroated him for what seemed like forever, letting his dick effortlessly slide to the back of his throat. He has done this many times before, so many he couldn’t even count. He squeezed the base and Gerard mewes out, his hips snapping upwards.

After several minutes he broke away with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting him with Gerard. He wipes it off with the back of his hand.

“Do you want me to make you cum like this or do you wanna go all the way?” Frank asks after several minutes as he notices the volume of Gerard’s voice increase greatly, showing Frank that he wasn’t going to last long. Tonight was all about pleasing Gerard, so it was his choice to make.

“All the w-way, p-please,”

Frank nods and gives Gerard’s dick one last kiss before leaping off the bed swiftly.

“I gotta go get lube, wait a second,” he tells Gerard before turning away from him. He rushly strips out of his jeans, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them. He turns over his shoulder, watching the boy sprawled out on the bed.

“Just in case you’re wondering, I did a check before this. I’m clean,”

Gerard nods, relaxing. Frank comes up to the wardrobe door with a Misfits poster stuck to it and flings the door open, revealing several drawers. He pulls one of them open and starts wildly rummaging through it, looking for the desired bottle. Gerard wonders what he has to do- does he just lie on the bed and wait for the next instructions? Finally he decides: he flips himself over and stands on his elbows and knees, lifting his ass higher into the air and losing all shame he had left before this moment. His hips uncontrollably wiggle in an inviting manner as he tries to curve his back even more.

“Woah Gee, I thought you’d want to top,” Frank’s voice rings from behind him as he finally gains coordination, steadying himself on the mattress. He groans into the pillow and response, now swinging his hips on purpose.

“Just fuck me, please,”

“Such a little whore, I like it,” Frank says, smacking Gerard’s ass as Gerard buries his face in the pillow, strangling a loud moan. He wiggles his ass in the air again, motioning for Frank to hurry up. The sound of the lid opening reaches Gerard’s ears and he holds his breath in anticipation.

“I’m going to go slow, tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“Yeah,” Gerard breathes out. Suddenly he feels something cold being pressed up against his hole, trying to break through the ring of muscles. As Frank’s finger pushes further the slight discomfort grows into pain and Gerard holds his breath, his hands clenching the sheets.

“Are you okay?” Frank leans in from behind Gerard, speaking into his ear as he puts his free hand on the boy’s back, rubbing it in soothing circles. Gerard arches his spine, nodding his head furiously.

“Yeah, go on,” he whispers almost inaudibly and Frank continues pressing the finger deeper into Gerard. Once the finger is fully inside he wiggles it around and suddenly Gerard gasps, tearing his face away from the pillow.

“Fuck, that felt-”

“Just wait, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good,” Frank mumbles, starting to slowly work his finger in and out of Gerard. He gradually increases the speed of his hand, thrusting into Gerard as the boy writhed on the bed. He soon adds another finger, scissoring Gerard’s hole, stretching.

“I think you’re ready,” he finally declares and takes his fingers out of Gerard, standing up. He tugs his own boxers off and tosses them in a random direction, not really caring about where they land. He pours a generous amount of lube onto his hand and slicks himself up, observing Gerard’s swaying ass in front of him. He felt complete just thinking that this boy was his and no one elses. He didn’t try to reassure Gerard from having sex with him because “his first time needs to be with someone who truly loves him” or some shit like that. He knew that no one would ever love Gerard more than he did- it was simply impossible. That kind of love just doesn’t exist.

He comes up from behind Gerard, putting his hands on his hips. He parts he asscheeks and Gerard’s muscles tense up as he arches his back. Frank’s fingers dig into his skin, probably leaving bruises, but none of them cared enough.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Frank warns Gerard one last time before pressing his tip to the boy’s entrance, fighting back the strong urge to just slam his hips forward and relentlessly fuck him until both of them lose consciousness on the floor. Gerard grunts something insensible in response and desperately moves his ass in the direction of Frank’s dick.

Frank leads himself in and his dick passes the ring of muscles rather easily. He pauses half way through, listening to Gerard’s slightly pained mewing. He ignores is, knowing that the pain will soon pass, as he continues pulling Gerard onto himself until he’s fully buried inside.

“You okay?” he calls out and Gerard whimpers something unrecognizable. Frank takes it as a good sign and, using all his force, finally slams into Gerard, a moan falling off his swollen lips. The warmness of Gerard’s body overtakes him and his heart starting beating fast in his chest. He was so aroused he felt as if he was the one losing his virginity.

“FUCK!” Gerard suddenly yelps loudly in pain and Frank hurriedly leans over, slapping his hand over the boy’s mouth.

“Be quiet, do you want us to get caught?”

Gerard shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as Frank’s fingers tighten their grasp on his cheeks. Tears start to prickle in his eyes as Frank starts thrusting in and out of him; he goes slower this time, but it still hurt more than Gerard expected it to.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Frank murmurs, increasing his speed, his hips snapping back and forth and setting a quick rhythm. He lets go of Gerard’s mouth, moving his hand to his back, running his nails along the skin only to find that Gerard’s pained moans have changed to pleasured purrs and gasps.

“Fuck Fraankiee,” he bleats out, tugging on the sheets.

“Moan for me, I want to hear you,” Frank starts angling himself, trying to find Gerard’s prostate as the sound of slapping skin fills the room. “Are you having fun?”

“Fuck Fran-oh my god, oh my god, fuck!” Gerard’s breath seizes as Frank’s dick hits the right spot, and his whole body shudders in pleasure, his elbows almost giving way under him. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he chants into the pillow, trying to muffle himself.

Each of Frank’s thrusts is met with a swing of hips from Gee. They move in sync, moaning and panting as lust overtakes them, blurring out the rest of the world. Frank snakes his hand under Gerard, plastering his chest to the boy’s sweaty back and starting to frantically jerk him off.

“Fuck Frank, faster, please,’ Gerard begs, his voice unnaturally breathy and high-pitched. Frank’s hand starts increasing its speed, squeezing Gerard’s cock with every rough thrust.

“I’m gonna-” Gerard rasped out before throwing his head back and moaning loudly. Frank, whose chest is still plastered to Gee’s back, nuzzles his face in his hair, inhaling and sucking a strand into his mouth.

Gerard squeaks out one last time before cumming into Frank’s hand. He mewes, moans and groans as Frank rides him out of the orgasm, continuing pumping him. After several seconds he releases Gerard’s cock and digs his nails into the flesh of his thighs, ramming Gerard at a mad pace. He keeps thrusting into him, trying to hurry his climax and not hurt the recovering boy beneath him.

“Fuck, so tight,” he mutters under his breath as he feels a bid of sweat run down his forehead. Gerard’s walls clench around him and he moans loudly, shooting his load inside the boy.

“Fuck,” he whispers, pulling out of Gerard and watching as the boy collapses onto the bed, his bright red hair sprawled out on the white messy sheets.

He carefully lays himself down next to Gerard, facing him. The boy, who seemed exhausted just several seconds ago, now stares back at him, his eyes as wide as saucers. Frank swings his arm on top of him, pulling him closer. Silence falls upon them as their breathing evens out.

“Frankie, talk to me,” suddenly says Gerard, pressing firmly into Frank’s side. “Please”. His voice is raspy and lower than usual.

“What do you want me to say?” Frank utters quietly, pressing his cheek to the top of Gerard’s head.

“I don’t know, anything,”

“Earthworms have two assholes,”

“Fuck you,”

Frank chuckles, hugging Gerard close.

Notes

Sorry if it sucks, this is practically the first time I've ever written smut
it turned out so emotional tho