Yes, Mr. Iero.

I woke up to the sun high in the sky, signaling it was mid-afternoon, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and noticed three things. Frank was spooning me, he had a boner, I was going through sex withdrawl, and was extremely horny- Make that four things. I decided to show my need for him by grinding my ass into him, rolling my hips slightly, and loving the little noise I get in response. He groans and opens his eyes, I take that oupportunity to straddle him

"I'm horny." I said blatantly.

He chuckled low and deep in his throat, his voice still laced with sleep, "the early bird catches the worm I suppose.

I ground down on him, "please? If you don't fuck me I'll fuck myself whilst you just lay there," I purred.

"Gerard, I don't want to hurt you," Frank said seriously,

"Come on! I'm like a bitch in heat right now, I havent had sex in four days! FOUR!" I nearly screamed.

"And you'll continue to wait." He got out from under me and went into the washroom, locking the door.

Two can play at this game. Good thing I kept several costumes in my work satchel, I opened the black bag and searched for what I had in mind. I pulled out a black lace thong, heels, black mini-skirt, and a white button down. I also found a bottle of blood red hair dye I decided to try. Once my hair was now a beautiful shade of crimson and my outfit was on I strutted into the kitchen and decided to start breakfast. When Frank walked out of his room, now soaking wet and a towel wrapped around his waist I looked up from the pancakes and over the bar, batting my eyelashes at him. He stared at my hair for a moment and I saw his dick twitch.

Bingo.

One for Gerard. Zero for Frank.

"Gerard- your hair." He said huskily, I smirked,

"I hoped you would like it," I walked over to him and pushed my erection against his.

I got down on my knees and opened his towel, allowing his hard on to be seen by my hungry gaze. He was much larger than I remember, mainly because I was under a desk and couldn't see anything properly. I grasped his shaft and just lazily stroked him, he tried to walk away. I gave him a firm squeeze to halt his motions, I teasingly put just the tip of my tounge into his slit, making him shudder. He tried to push me off, but I stopped him once again, by taking him to the back of my throat, he let out a pleasure-filled groan,

"P-please, Gerard, I-I don't want to hurt you- ah shit! Once you heal Ill consider it! I just want to- uh! Show you wat real love feels like- HOLY HELL! When its- ah! Not lust or sex-stimulate driven!" Frank pleaded with me,

"Deal, but first let me get you off." I gave him a devilish smirk, and crawled on my hands and knees to the couch and beckoned him with my finger and a sexy smile.

He gulped, then awkwardly walked towards me and laid down, I crawled on top of him. I attacked his throat with bites and sucks as I found his weak spot he let out a sound that was music to my ears. I smirked and continued my ministrations. Expertly grinding my hips against his at different angles I teased him one more time before I would let him cum. Settling between his legs I took him into my mouth again and soon I noticed the tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm,

"Hah- oh shit- im- gonna cu-" he didnt even get to finish his sentence before he cam down my throat, letting out a beautiful moan.

He sat panting for a moment before he pulled me up to his face and kissed my breathless. He noticed my still hard member and reached for it, I flinched and gave him a confused look.

"What? Do you not want me to get you off?" He asked, just as confused as I was.

"I do- its just that I've never had a hand-job before, I've only given them." I blushed,

"Fucking what? No one has ever touched you?" He was even more confused now than before.

"Nope, when I met clients it usually went; blow-job, lap-dance, fucking, fuck again. No one ever cared about my getting off, well, most of the time I never even got hard in the first place." I mumbled the last portion of that sentence, he was stunned.

"Oh Gerard," he said and brought me in for a loving kiss, stealthily slipping his hand into my panties.

It sounded almost as if I heard a faint, 'damn hes big.' I shuddered, this was so much better than me doing it myself. It wasn't long before I came, he brought his soiled hand to his lips and licked it clean.

"Sorry." I said quietly,

"Don't be." He smiled, I cuddled up into his chest, sighing in content. I thought about what he said, maybe he was right.

Notes

I am so so so SO sorry for not updating! So in apology I wrote a sort of steamy chapter! I have had a lot of unarmed exhibition competitions lately. (I'm in the navy) I've had one in Saturday for three weeks straight! Again, I apologize! Omg I'm such an asshole! You probably all hate me! So sorry!

Until the next night, My Killer Kittens