A Bunch of One Shots

I am Frank. Frank Iero.
I am a five foot four man with a head of greasy brown-black hair, and hazel eyes.
Furthermore, I have no life.
I'm a thirty-two virgin in every sense of the word. I've never even been kissed before. I am almost completely friendless, and I spend most of my time in this stupid comic book shop. I work here, and it's simply to pass the time.
At one point I was trying to go somewhere with my life, but after moving to New York, and going to college for maybe a year (probably not even), I gave up, and got a job at a coffee shop. About a year ago, though, I moved back home to New Jersey where my best friend Bob gave me a book at his comic book store, "Jay and Bob's Secret Stash". He owned it with his partner Jay Reynolds.
Bob Bryar. I have known him since I was eight. We used to do everything together, and he was the only friend I kept after coming out to my friends and family. My parents, being seriously Catholic, disapproved of me being gay, and kicked me out on my sixteenth birthday. Luckily, Bob let me live with him.
When I was twenty-two, and Bob was twenty-five, he met Jay, and we kind of just stopped talking. I went off to college without even saying goodbye. Then, ten years later, here I am, working in his comic book shop.
I was busying myself with stocking shelves, organizing things here and there, because I hated it when things looked messy. We were closing soon so I was surprised when I heard the door chime, "You've got like ten minutes!" I shouted over my shoulder.
"Noted." The voice that met my ears was electric, dark, and smooth. It made my skin prickle, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Then the owner of the voice spoke again, "Do you have the comic Daredevil: Reborn?" The voice was masculine, though maybe it could be feminine, it was on the higher side of masculine. Whoever was speaking sounded really attractive.
"Yes, it's over he-oh my god." I trailed off when I saw the speaker.
A tall man with slightly chipmunkish cheeks, and a cute pixie nose stood before me, smiling like a fucking psychopath. He had a black bob-like hair cut, and lively hazel eyes. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and he was covered with rain water. The beads of liquid glistened on his pale skin.
Really attractive was the understatement of the century.
This man was a fucking Adonis!
"Hey... are you there?" I realized I had been staring, a warm blush spread over my cheeks, and I fell backwards off the ladder. I got up, and tried to speak but all that came out of my mouth was a stupid high pitched squeak.
Then he began to laugh hysterically.
His laugh was amazing.
I recovered... kind of, "It's over there." My voice was shaky and high pitched., causing him to laugh more.
I was pointing in the direction I was referring to, but he wasn't looking at me. He was doubled over, his hands on his knees, cackling like a fucking hyena.
"You're time is running out." I pointed out.
He straightened out, still trying not to laugh. His face was red from effort. He turned to head in the direction I was pointing.
He had a nice ass.
Stop it Frank.
No staring.
"What are you staring at?"
Whoops.
I blushed even harder.
"You look like a tomato..." He looked me over, reading my name tag, "Frank." He was trying even harder not laugh now.
"Just get your damn comic book and leave." I said through gritted teeth, and walked over to the register.
He set the comic book down in front of me, and leaned on his arms which he had crossed on the table, so he was now at my eye level. "I'm Gerard by the way." He introduced. "That's nice." I said, ringing the comic book up. I turned towards him to tell him how much he owed, and found that his face was about an inch from mine.
His breath washed over me as I stared into his hazel eyes. "You wouldn't happened to be fr-" I don't know why the hell I did it, but I cut him off by kissing him.
His eyes went wide.
Whoops.
Again.
I felt him tense up against my lips, but then he relaxed, and pushed the comic book aside, so he could brace his hands on the counter. When I pulled away his eyes glimmered with disappointment, "Oh my god, I am sooooooooooo sorry." I squeaked out.
He laughed awkwardly, "It's uh... it's fine. As I was about to say, you wouldn't happen to be free after whatever the hell time is about two minutes from now." He said.
A small smile creased my thin lips. "Er... yeah. I don't have any friends, so I usually am free on a Friday night." I told him, feeling pathetic all the sudden.
Why did I say that I didn't have any friends?
"Well, can I wait around until you close?" He asked me, ignoring the fact that I was a total loser.
I nodded slowly, "Yeah... by the way, you owe thirty bucks."
He pulled out his wallet and gave me a twenty and a ten, which I then put in the register. "Thanks." I said awkwardly.
Three minutes later, I was locking the doors to the comic book shop. Gerard was leaning against the wall next to me, lighting up a cigarette. "Can I have one?" I said, giving him the best damn puppy dog eyes I could pull.
He laughed, "Yeah. You got a light?"
I shook my head and reached out for the cigarette he had gotten for me, but he swatted my hand away. He pushed the stick between my lips by himself, and lit it, "There ya go." He said, offering me a smile.
I took a breath of the chemicals before saying, "Sorry about that, by the way."
He gave me a really confused look, "Sorry about what?" He pondered, then a smirk creased his lips, and he stepped up really close to me, leaning over me, so I had to tilt my head back to see him, "Ohhhh. Sorry about this?" He said, his cigarette currently between his fingers. He then took mine out of my mouth and kissed me.
I was shocked but I kissed him back. He pushed me up against the door, dropping both of the cigarettes to cup my face with his hands.
I reached up and grabbed his wrist.
His body was pressed against my body which was pressed against the glass door. I clumsily moved my hands to tangle in his hair, and I pulled a little, causing an deep, almost animalistic growl to rise in his throat.
I pushed him a little towards my car, keeping my lips caught on his, and he complied, starting to walk backwards until the back of his knees hit my car.
I untangled one of my hands from his hair, and pushed my hand into my pocket to grab my keys. I broke the kiss to breath and unlock my car. "Did you walk here?" I asked, glancing around, and noticing that there wasn't another car in the parking lot. He nodded, and opened the passenger side door, "Hope you don't mind if I hitch a ride?" He said, a smirk dancing on his lips.
"Not at all, as long as you don't mind that this ride is going straight to my apartment." I responded. He laughed and shook his head, "Lets go." He prompted, sliding into my crappy car.
I hopped into the drivers seat and started the engine. It was about a five minute drive from the comic book store to my apartment, and as soon as I stopped the car, Gerard shot out of the passengers seat, and ran around to get my door for me.
I removed the keys from the ignition, and got out of my car. As soon as the door was closed, I was pushed against the car in another kiss. "Well, I can't take your pants off here, so lets go upstairs." I said, pulling back an inch.
A breathy laugh escaped Gerard's lips as I grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs and to my apartment. As I fumbled with my keys he leaned over my shoulder, and began to suck at my neck, trying to find my sweet spot. I tensed and dropped the keys, bracing my hands against the door when he did, a pathetic whimper escaping my lips.
He crouched down and grabbed them, handing them back to me. I unlocked the door, and he opened it.
Almost as soon as the door was closed we were on my couch, our lips locked in a hungry kiss. My hands pushed up his shirt, feeling his smooth skin, and his fingers tugged at my hair, drawing a quiet, lustful moan from my lips.
This had escalated rather quickly.
He pulled at my hair again, and then he began to grind down on me. I moaned louder at the friction, but that just fueled him to do it more.
As my lips parted into a moan, he thrust his tongue in my mouth, and soon I didn't even know which tongue was mine.
"Nice apartment." He said into the kiss.
"I think you'd like my bedroom a lot better." I said.
"Is it nice?"
"No." I responded.
"Lets go."
And then he was tugging me up by the front of my shirt, and I kissed him again, using his jacket to lead him to my bedroom. As soon as we were in the poster filled room, I tugged his jacket off, and tossed it on the floor.
I was losing my mind.
He was tugging at the hem of my shirt, as a signal that he wanted to gone.
When I broke the kiss to tug it off, he looked at me sadly. I tossed my shirt aside, and he stood there, admiring my tattoos.
"Well, your turn." I prompted. He blushed and tugged his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside as well, then he practically tackled me onto my bed, making the creaky wooden frame groan. He began to grind down on me, pushing his tongue into my mouth the second our lips met. I moaned almost desperately. I tangled my fingers in his hair and then pushed my hips up to meet his as he pushed down. The friction felt great, but I wanted more.
I untangled my fingers from his hair and began to work at his belt. I failed miserably trying to get it undone, and he pulled away, laughing. "Need help there?" He giggled. I pouted and he undid his belt by himself.
I stuck my tongue out at him as the belt hit the floor, then he went to start working at mine. Soon my belt was on the floor too, and he kissed me again. His gingers stayed down by my waist line and he palmed me through my jeans, and I whimpered again, just like I had at the front door. He then began to play with the button on my jeans until it came undone.
I stared up at Gerard with wide eyes, everything crashed down on me, "Wait!" I screeched as he began to pull my pants down. He froze and moved backwards. rolling off of me, "I... uh... are you okay?" He asked me, looking me over.
I swallowed hard, "This just went really fast... and uh..." I began, then I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest, and putting my head in my hands, "I uh... I've never been with anyone." I admitted. Gerard seemed to relax, "Neither have I." He told me, putting a hand on my shoulder. That made me feel a little bit better.
"We don't have to do this, ya know... if you want to stop we will." Gerard said, sitting up next to me. "We can just go sit on your couch and watched movies and talk." He offered. I shook my head, "No... I want too, I'm just really really nervous." I muttered.
He kissed me gently, "It'll be fine, Frankie." He told me.
Wow. I haven't been called Frankie since I was kicked out of my parents house.
I threw my arms around Gerard, and buried my face in the crook of his neck. He gently lowered me back down to the bed, and spread my legs with his. "Is it okay if I take your pants off?" He questioned, probably because I had freaked out last time he had tried. I nodded into his neck, and he lightly pushed me away so I was lying down completely. I arched my back a little so he could pull my jeans off. Once he got them down around my ankles I kicked them off into the room somewhere.
I reached down to undo his pants, and this time I had more luck then I did with the belt. I pushed his pants down around his ankles, using my feet part of the way down, because my arms were't long enough, and he kicked them off like I had.
Now we were left staring at each other in our boxers until he started to grind down on me again. I moaned and leaned my head back, pushing my hips up to meet his.
I was fully hard at this point, and he seemed to be too. I opened my mouth to say something, but when I pushed my hips up to meet his, he took that opportunity to pull my boxers off, leaving me naked and feeling very self conscious.
"You look like a tomato again." Gerard said, and I realized I was blushing like crazy. "Well, now this isn't fair." I said, tugging at the elastic waist band of his boxers. He moved away from me, and stood up, dropping his boxers and then falling to his knees in front of the bed. When he gently pulled me over to the edge of the bed, I sat up, wondering what the hell it was he was planning on doing.
He wrapped his hand around my shaft and drew his face in really close, so I could feel his hot breath wash over the head. I shivered, and he swiped his tongue over the very tip. I whimpered at the sensation.
Why the hell was I whimpering so much?
Then I was in this mouth. I moaned this time as he swirled his tongue around the head, which was the only part in his mouth at the moment. Then he slowly went down, and when I say slowly, I mean tantalizingly slow. It took all myself control to not buck my hips up.
He bobbed his head, and swirled his tongue, sucking and licking. My moans grew more desperate every time he went down, and I could feel my head hitting against the back of this throat. The man had no gag reflex, because he went down all the way with no problem, and I didn't really have a shortage of length. That was something I had no problem bragging about in such a situation.
He pulled back, and panted, "Jesus Frank." He said, wiping saliva from his lips. Then he crawled over me again and kissed me aggressively for a moment before moving his mouth to my neck. He nipped at that sweet spot that he had found earlier and I moaned again. At this point I couldn't really bite back moans even if I wanted to. He whispered in my ear, "Do you have any lube?"
Lube. Right.
I pointed to my nightstand, directing him to the top drawer. He pulled open the drawer and grabbed out the bottle, then he dropped off the bed again, kneeling in front of me. I felt something warm prod my entrance, and realized he was using his tongue. I moaned, keeping it quiet like usual, as he pushed his tongue into the opening. I screwed my eyes shut and gasped as he thrust his tongue in and out.
I didn't see what he was doing with his hand because they were just out of my view, on the floor by the foot of the bed. It wasn't until he drew his face back, and brought his hand into view that I saw that he had coated three fingers in lube.
I tensed a little as he pushed one of the lubed digits against my entrance, and slowly in. It hurt at first but I slowly got used to it. He thrust it in and out, and my hisses of pain turned into pleasured moans.
I whimpered sadly when he withdrew his finger, but my whimper turned into a squeak of surprise when he replaced one finger with two. He thrust his finger into me, scissoring his fingers. I whimpered and pushed against his hand. "H-hurry up!" I begged. He added a third finger and it burned, but it felt good. I pushed against his hand even more, "Please Gerard." I whimpered. "Alright, alright." He chuckled, pulling his hand back.
He stood up, and gave me the jar of lube. I raised an eyebrow, and he guided my hand to the lube, then to his shaft, which also had really impressive length. I understood now, and stroked his shaft, coating it in lube, generously. Once he was satisfied with the amount of lube I had applied, he pinned my arms down, positioning himself at my entrance.
He pushed gently, prodding my hole. I tensed a little as he pushed in to me. I screwed my eyes shut tightly, and gasped as he began to thrust slowly. It burned, but if felt good at the same time. I whimpered and fisted the covers, trying to adjust to his size.
"Tell me if it's too much." Gerard said, leaning down over me to try and get a better angle. I nodded, and slowly it became more pleasurable. "H-Harder..." I stammered, blushing with embarrassment at what I had just said.
"You're the boss." And with that Gerard began to thrust harder, and faster. I moaned whorishly loud, and he laughed quietly at this, but his laughter turned into moaning as well as I tensed a little.
I practically screamed out in pleasure when he hit my prostate. His eyes lit up mischievously and he thrust in harder at the same angle, hitting my prostate again, I arched my back, and moaned really loudly.
"I-I'm close..." I whispered. I could feel my stomach knotting, and then he grabbed my shaft, and began to pump me at the same speed he was thrusting, hitting my prostate every time. I cried out louder then anything when I climaxed, my seed shooting all over Gerard's chest, and mine.
He came soon after, pushing in hard, and deep. Our moans mingled and he caught my lips. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and on the back of his neck, and some dripped down on my chest. My wet hair clung to my face.
Gerard collapsed next to me, breathing heavily, keeping his leg wrapped around me so I couldn't get up to get my clothes, or even a towel.
"Do you have a shower?"
I stared at him incredulously. "No, I only shower when it rains." I said flatly. He laughed and got up, grabbing his boxers, "Lets go take a shower." I nodded and got up, leading him to my bathroom, and starting the shower.
This had been a wonderfully eventful night.
And I hope it can happen again.

Notes

So... yay. I wrote my first one shot.
It's probably horrible.
But ya know, comment in you like it, and maybe I'll write more...
Oh, and rate if ya would?