One-Shot series

'Frank we can't do this anymore.' Gerard said looking into my eyes his own
filling with regret. He buckled his belt up flicking on the light switch.
'What? D-do what?' I stuttered fearing the worst throwing the door open. We
happened to be at a tiny venue in Jersey, there were no dressing rooms and
Gerard had said we should just make it to the storage cupboard.
'I'm marrying Lindsey Frank, we have to stop it all.' He sighed walking back to
the wings. 'The stage stuff too y'know how she feels about it.'
'But the fans will be heart broken, they love it.' I protested, at least the fans
would be as depressed as me. We have always agreed that Frerard was just a
stage thing, but then all the kissing often made us want more, so there were lots
of blow-jobs in dressing rooms, and sex every now and then. I managed to
convince everyone else that I didn't feel a thing, it was just sex, but I liked
Gerard more than any other person I'd ever met.
'They probably wont notice.' He laughed flipping it off, was he for real?
'Are you joking! Of course they'll notice, we have a fucking ship name Gee, they
named us Frerard! They write fucking fan fiction things about us.'
'Shit, Lindsey is gonna flip her shit.' He said biting his lip anxiously.
'What about me?' She giggled walking up to Gerard and attacking him with
kisses. 'You did great baby.' I grunted walking straight out of the venue, thank
god I live in Jersey.
***
I'm sweating my ass off, leaping around like a maniac and now I'm hard too.
Destroya is my least favourite song to play listening to Gerard moaning like he
used to with me, now its Lindsey who gets to hear him moan.
Every show is the same, every show I block out the sound of the fans screaming
what they want. I want it too, its hard to resist when millions of people want it.
You would have thought that after three years they would have given up, but no.
'FRERARD FRERARD FRERARD.' The crowd chant in unison. This is bullshit,
if we just do what they want they will shut up, right?
Right. Walking towards Gerard I notice him looking at me warningly knowing
exactly what I was doing. He continued with his singing tilting his head to where
Lindsey was stood on the wings Bandit in her arms. Fuck that, the crowd are
driving me crazy.
I pushed into him colliding my lips with his during the instrumental walking
forward as he tried to back away. He managed to back away far enough to
break the kiss and skip to the other side of the stage. The cheers and screams
became obviously louder eventually stopping with the chants. Gerard should be
thanking me.
Running offstage in a sweaty mess I headed straight for the shower feeling a
little guilty noticing Gerard receiving a mouthful of abuse from Lindsey. I should
probably be regretting it, but I don't, the fans certainly liked it and I sure as hell
did. I do feel bad for causing Lindsey to flip her shit at Gee, it was after all not
his fault.
'Frank. Frank you should quit hiding dude it'll make it worse.' Mikey hammered
on the bathroom door. I draped a towel around my waist walking out to sit by
the dressing table. 'Shit Frank put some clothes on.'
'Yeah I was just getting to that when you came in.' I scoffed packing some of my
shit into my bag.
'Not surprisingly Gee isn't very happy.' He said. 'Everyone's a little um, shocked
to say the least.'
'Let me guess Lindsey wants to kick my ass.' I chuckled, she always has
wanted a reason to fight me but I don't think she really would.
'Yep, you got that right. You should seriously get some clothes on and go find
Gerard, otherwise he is going to be in h-' He was cut off by a still sweaty and
very angry Gerard bursting through the door. 'He's going to be in here.' Mikey
said slow and quiet knowing he was a little too late. Gerard just stared at me
not seeming to notice my lack of clothing, more preoccupied with the anger
bubbling inside.
Put some fucking clothes on Frank.' He growled still fuming.
'I'm just gonna go.' Mikey stood awkwardly walking out the door. Gerard turned
to watch as Mikey left, the second the door clicked shut he spun round glaring
at me his golden-hazel eyes boring into mine.
'What the fuck Frank did you actually do that?!' He pushed me up against the
dressing table.
'The fans they wouldn't shut up, they do it every show, I thought if I just gave them
what they want they would shut up.'
'Its a damn good thing it worked!' He sighed, stepping back a centimeter or so
we could actually breath. 'You didn't do it just for the fans did you?' He asked
quietly his breath on my face. I shrugged straightening up, my leg was slightly
awkward pressed between his in his crotch.
'Lindsey must be pretty pissed.' I bit my lip where my lip ring used to be as I
spoke seeing Gerard's eyes focusing on them.
'I liked your lip ring y'know.' His breath fanned my face the scent of coffee and
cigarettes filling my nostrils, if avoiding kissing him on stage was hard then it
was close to impossible now. I screwed my eyes shut to avoid being tempted
in. I was just about to tell him I was sorry and that he should leave when I felt the
back of his fingers on my hip loosening the towel causing it to fall to the ground.
'Frankie, I'm gonna suck you off.' He whispered smirking. I was too shocked too
refuse and simply let out a soft moan as he began to suck on my neck before
moving on leaving a trail of kisses down my body. He wrapped a hand around
me his other resting on my hip, he began to move his hand back and forth when
I stopped him.
'No, Gee you have a fucking Kid and a wife.' I grabbed a fistful of his hair pulling
his head away slightly.
'Lindsey doesn't have a dick, I can't blow her.' He smirked yanking out of my
grip. Before I could react or stop him he began to suck the head before taking
the whole thing in his mouth. Three years, and he still does it like a pro, like a
porn star.
'F-fuck Gerard, oh god!' I threw my head back my hands gripping the dresser
so hard my knuckles were probably white. His hands were holding my hips still,
I knew me didn't like me canting my hips forward, his gag reflex was good but
he didn't like to put it to the test. 'Y-you shouldn't be- ohhh fuck! Gee, mm Gee.' I
screamed wishing so badly that he would fuck me, fuck me like he used to.
How I longed to feel him in me again, feel his lips on my neck leaving smudges
of black, like charcoal brushed on my skin, I missed it so much. I tried so hard
to move on, move on like he had, move on like I should. There was no Frerard
anymore, there never really was, it was all a show and meaningless sex
because we were single. Since Lindsey and Gerard I had a few girlfriends and
boyfriends, none of them worked out, the girls didn't I was gay, I knew it really
but we all thought Gerard was too so I wasn't sure and the boys they didn't work
because everything that happened I compared to Gerard and none of them
paled in comparison. It was bad, It still is bad.
I love a man I can't have. I love Gerard way. Gerard Way loves Lindsey Way -
why does she get to be Way? Why does she get Gerard? Oh yeah that's right
because he loves her. Or does he? Does a married man who loves his wife
blow another guy?
I don't know, I can't even think straight I have Gerard fucking Way sucking my
dick, and fuck its so good. 'Yes!' I whimper again feeling him smile slightly. I felt
that feeling in the pit of my stomach as I came close my back arched as I came
screaming something neither of us would forget, and I would certainly regret.
'Oh my god I love you!' He froze his whole body mirroring the unreadable
expression on his face, I think it was a sort of 'Oh Fuck!' expression, but I
couldn't honestly say.
He pulled off and swallowed - like always - and said absolutely nothing. His
ands were still on my hips and he kept them there as he stood up standing right
up against me. Kissing me softly I stood in bewilderment for a moment or two
before getting my shit together and pushing him away. 'Lindsey may not have a
dick, but she has lips, you should probably leave.' I stuttered knowing full well
that my face showed that I didn't want him to leave but I didn't want him to cheat
on Lindsey.
Still silent he pushed back up against me his boner pressing into my upper
thigh as he kissed me again. Trying not to kiss him back was impossible and
therefore I failed at it, I pushed my lips back against his placing my hands in his
hair. His hands disappeared from my waist, I only realized where they had gone
when I heard his trousers fall his belt buckle clanking as it hit the floor. He
yanked his boxers to the floor then put his hands back on my hips to lift me, I
wrapped my legs tight around his waist.
Taking a step forward, he sat me on the dresser breaking the kiss for a matter
of seconds so he could remove his shirt. Only a minute or so after reconnecting
the kiss he was inside me and I was moaning like a whore. Maybe I was a
whore, his whore and only his whore, I would always be his whore.
I was too high on testosterone to think about the fact that maybe blowing me off
wasn't exactly cheating, but fucking me certainly was. I couldn't control my
screams and moans no matter how hard I tried, I was surprised nobody busted
in wondering what the hell was going on, but I'm damn gald no-one did. I haven't
been a bottom in years so without prepping it was without a doubt painful. A
good painfull, definitely, but never the less painful.
My nails scratched hard across he back probably leaving burning red marks but
he didn't seem to notice. He moaned loudly into my mouth clearly finding
pleasure in my extremely tight ass.
When he pulled out he still said absolutely nothing still kissing me but now very
softly as if he wanted it to mean something. Resting his forehead against mine
he pulled out of the kiss whispering something, 'What did you say before?'
'W-what? When?' I said stumbling on my words. I felt awkward sat like this it
was an almost romantic position, a position you would hold after having sex
with the person you love, you would expect meaningless sex to end suddenly
and be putting clothes on seconds later.
'When you came.'
'I-I love you, bu-' I started searching for an excuse as to why I said it, but he cut
me off.
'Did you mean it?' He asked his eyes pleading me to say yes. I couldn't say
yes, I couldn't tell him that Lindsey would kill me. Who am I kidding? I can't lie
can I, no of course not.
'Yes, I mean maybe I-I don't know.' I was rambling, not sure whether to regret the
truth or not. 'I-Imean I said it because I was.. well you we.. Yes, I did.'
'Good.' He smiled. I drew my eyebrows together a little confused.
'W-why is that good?' I asked looking at his finger which was trailing from my
neck to my chest. He traced my flaming hope tattoo on my chest shrugging
before looking up.
'I always liked this tattoo, it's my favourite.' He sighed resting his forehead back
against mine his hand resting over it. 'I know you hoped this for, well forever.'
He whispered his finger tracing the tattoo again before running back up my
neck to my face.
'What are yo-'
'Shhh' He hushed me putting his finger over my lips. He removed his finger,
pressing a gentle kiss on my lips instead. 'I love you too. It was always more
than just a stage show Frankie, we both knew it deep down.' My jaw dropped
and my eyes widened with shock, what the fuck just happened? Hallelujah!
'I-I.. really? A-are you serious?' I spluttered unable to believe he had just said
that, did he really love me?
'Yes Frankie, always.' He smiled. I threaded my hands into his hair pulling him
towards me and kissing him passionately, he smiled into it kissing me back
eagerly. He pulled away a little later. 'I should probably go tell Lindsey, I think
she knows really but I'm done lying.' He sighed and I nodded. He kissed me
again smiling softly. 'Thanks Frank.

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