Frerard one shots

"Tonights gonna be fucking great" Gerard said, falling back onto the dressing room couch. Frank nodded, letting his eyes rake over his bestfriend shamelessly, biting at his bottom lip. Gerard was laying sideways across the couch, wearing a black muslce tee and extremely tight black jeans. His firey red hair was messily falling over his shoulder and he had a smirk curling on his lips. "Hell yeah it will be." Frank replied, letting his eyes wander for a few more seconds before going to get ready for the show. *time skips to during the show* Frank watched as Gerard sang and jumped around stage, shaking his hips and ocasionaly moaning into the microphone. He was sweating slightly, just enough that the light reflected off it and his hair was a little damp. To say the least he looked hot... no, he looked really fucking sexy up there. And as if it wasn't hard enough for Frank to not run up and kiss his bestfreind like both their lives depended on Gerard did just that. Frank had been focused on playing his guitar when he was suddenly grabbed, his head being pulled up by his hair and lips slamming onto his own. He was shocked at first but kissed back, letting his guitar drop and hang by the strap. The crowd cheered and whistled, going absolutely crazy over the kiss. Once they pulled apart Gerard simrked at him, sauntering over to the other side of the stage, hips swaying teasingly in Franks direction. Frank was breathless but he quickly regained his composure, picking his guitar back up and continueing to play the song. An hour later and they were done with the concert, packing their things up and heading to a hotel for the night. They had to get on a plane early the next morning, so any extra hours of sleep were definitely needed. Once they reached the hotel they split up into rooms. Ray and Mikey together and Frank and Gerard together. This was the usual arrangement but for some reason Frank was nervous about sharing a room with Gerard. Maybe it was becasue of how shamelessly he'd been checking Gerard out all night, or the kiss that happened onstage. Sure, they had kissed onstage before but this was different. It was longer, more agressive. It had been all Frank thought about throughout the rest of the concert and ride to the hotel. Every few minutes he'd glance at Gerard, only to find that the red haired man was already looking at him. When their eyes would meet Gerard would just smirk a bit, raising his eyebrows at Frank. Once in their room they both threw their luggage next to a bed, turning to look at each other. "So, Frankie," Gerard started, walking slowly towards Frank. Franks eyes widened a bit and he stepped back, the backs of his knees hitting a bed. "I call the shower first!" Gerard yelled, whipping around hurrying into the bathroom to shower. It was always something they did, 'fight' for the shower. Frank cursed himself for falling for it, deciding not to change clothes until he was showered and no longer covered in sweat. He just fell back onto his bed for the night, thinking about the concert and how much he wanted to kiss Gerard like that again. "Uh, Frank?" Gerard mumbled, sticking his head out of the bathroom door. Frank leaned up on his elbows, rasing his eyebrows at Geread. "Yeah?" He asked, a small smile forming on his face. Gerards face flushed even more and his cheeks reddened. "I.. uh.. Can you get me a towel?" He asked, his cheeks heating up even more. Franks smile turned into a smirk and he nodded, grabbing a towel and giving it to gerard. A few minutes later Gerard exited the bathroom, the fluffy white towel hanging around his hips. Franks took in the sight, his hair was hanging in wet strands, water running from the ends down Gerards chest and into the towel. "Frank?" Gerard said quietly, nervously. The look Frank was giving him was something he'd only seen a few times, one that meant he wanted him. It was a look he could hardly resist, but knew he really should. If anything happened between them it could ruin the friendship, and the band if it got to bad. He was weak sometimes, and would kiss Frank onstage, that way he could play it off as if it was for the show. But it really wasn't because all he wanted to do was kiss Frank all the time. Frank stood up, walking forwards until he had Gerard up against the wall. Gerard was standing there wide eyed with his bottom lip sucked into his mouth nervously. Frank let out a shaky breath and put a hand on either side of Gerard's face, pulling the taller man down and pressing their lips together. Gerard instantly melted into the kiss, his hands going around Franks neck and curling into the fabric of his tee shirt. Frank slipped a leg between Gedards, the towel loosening enough that if he moved it would fall down. Gerard let out a quiet groan at the friction it caused, pulling away to breath properly. Frank just moved lower, biting at Gerard's neck and leaving angry looking red bruises on the pale skin. Gerard's breathing was coming out in soft pants and he was lightly grinding onto Franks leg. "Shit, Frankie." He moaned, letting his head fall back against the wall. Frank just smirked, taking a step back and letting the towel fall to the floor. Gerard gasped at this, his cheeks turning the color of his hair. Frank just giggled at him, taking Gerard's hand and leading him over to a bed. "Lay down." He instructed, and as Gerard did so he pulled his own shirt off. He went to undo his pants but a hand stopped him, shooing him away from the button. "Let me." Gerard mumbled, quickly undoing the button and zip, pulling the tight jeans down Franks pale thighs. Frank pulled them off the rest of the way, pushing Gerard back and crawling on top of him. He sat on Gerard's hips carefully, one leg on either side of him. Gerard squirmed underneath him, trying to create some kind of friction. Frank just laughed, lowering his face to Gerards and pressing their lips together again. Frank lightly grinded down onto Gerard, earning a whimper from Gerard. "Frank," he said, voice strained. "Fuck me, please." He finished, looking up at Frank with dark eyes and biting on his bottom lip. Frank groaned at the request, his already hard dick getting impossibly harder. "Shit Gerard." He said breathily, pulling his boxers off and throwing them on the floor. He sat back on the bed, running his hands down Gerard's pale thighs. They raised slightly and he pushed them back down, spreading them enough to sit Gerards legs. He bit his lip, his eyes raking over Gerard laying in front of him. Gerard whined softly, shifting his hips on the bed. "Your so pretty, Gee." Frank said seriously, sitting up a bit and pulling Gerard so his legs were wrapped around his waist. He looked straight into Gerard's eyes, slowly bringing two fingers up to his own mouth, coating them in saliva. Gerard moaned at the sight, his fingers twisting into the bed sheets. Frank placed a kiss on each of Gerard's thighs before pushing a finger inside him, letting the red haired man adjust before he started thrusting it in and out. A gasp left Gerard and he squeezed his eyes closed, getting used to the feeling. After a few more seconds Frank started to thrust his finger, curling it occasionally. "Ah s-shit!" Gerard moaned, grinding down into Franks finger. Frank smirked, adding a second finger. Gerard took in a sharp breath, making himself relax. Frank thrusted his fingers in slowly, gaining speed over time. Gerard was moaning loudly now, grinding down onto Franks fingers as much as he could. "I-I'm gonna come like this if you don't st- Ah!" Gerard yelpd, his hips jerking up when Frank hit a certain spot. "Found it." Frank smirked, pulling his fingers out. He licked his hand and wrapped it around himself, pumping a few times. A fee soft moans left his lips and Gerard watched eagerly, his body aching for Frank. "You ready, Gee?" Frank grunted, lining himself up with Gerard. "Fuck, yeah." Gerard replied, letting his head rest back on the pillows. Frank slowly pushed in, placing a hand on both of Gerard's hips. Once all the way in he let Gerard adjust, eventually starting to pull back out. "Just fuck me, Frankie." Gerard whined, raising his hips up towards Frank. "Oh, Shit" Frank moaned, pulling out and thrusting back in sharply. Gerard moaned out loudly, meeting Frank thrust for thrust afterwards. Franks head fell forwards and he went faster, feeling his climax getting closer. Gerard was close too, so close, but not quite there yet. "Touch yourself." Frank growled out, thrusting in harder than he had before. Gerard moaned at this, wrapping a hand around himself and pumping messily. The sight brought Frank over the edge and he came into Gerard, continuing to thrust sloppily. Gerard came soon after, the white substance spilling out over his chest and hand. Frank pulled out, trying to get his breathing even. He then took in Gerard, the way his red hair was sprawled over the pillows, chest moving up and down rapidly, legs limply wrapped around Franks waist. It was something he never wanted to forget. It was something that he hoped would happen again. A/N: This is probably really bad, sorry guys! Dedicated to GeesCLUELESSgirl! -RayneMarie

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