One-Shot series

The beer I am holding falls to the ground, shattering into a hundred pieces. The sticky liquid explodes across the carpet, leaving an ugly stain. I am aware of lips pressed to mine, ones that taste like cigarettes and chocolate, not a bad combination.
The stranger is obviously male, stringy, greasy hair brushing against my face, his hands clutching at my back. And though I really shouldn't be, I'm just as into this as he is, pulling him closer, pressing our bodies together.
Let me tell you how I got into this shit. I'd been dragged to a party, by my more popular "friends." They weren't really that close to me, but I came just the same. Now there was a face attached to mine. And despite the fact that I actually liked it, it was a bit disconcerting.
I didn't know anything about him, including age. He was short, but that didn't help.
Tell me I'm not kissing a minor. I shove him off, and he grins lopsidedly.
"Hiya."
"How old are you?"
"Does it matter?"
He moves closer to me, but I hold him away.
"Yes, it does."
"Fine. I'm twenty-three."
Skimming my eyes over him, I notice a couple things. One, he has tattoos. So,
he has to be at least eighteen, right? Two, he's wearing a Black Flag T-shirt.
Which is my favorite band.
"So....exactly why were you compelled to start kissing me?"
He blushes, and giggles, and it's the cutest thing ever. Or would be, if I actually
cared. I don't care.
"Cause you're really hot, in case you didn't notice." He giggles again, stepping
closer to me, and Imove away.
"Ah."
"Oh, c'mon. I know you're gay, and I know I'm not too bad looking, so, what's
wrong?"
"Well, I don't know your name."
"Frank...Iero."
"Well, nice to meet you, Frank. I'm Gerard."
He nods, and this time when he tries to kiss me I comply, leaning down and
gently touching his lips with mine. I feel his hand wrap around my waist, and I lift
one of mine to the back of his head.
"You're a good kisser." Frank mumbles into my neck, teeth nipping gently at my
sensitive skin.
I don't really know what to say, so I stammer out something about him being
good too.
"Hey! Gerard, we're leaving now." My friends call from the other room, and I
groan, attempting to leave, but Frank won't let go.
"What, you want to come home with me?"
"Yes."
My friend calls again, so I nod, simply picking Frank up and carrying him.
"So, you're having a fun time tonight?" My friend asks, gesturing to Frank, who's thankfully, and somehow asleep on my lap, bouncing slightly as the car slows.
"What? No, he's just a friend."
He rolls his eyes, but turns back to the window. When they pull up to my apartment building I hop out, lifting Frank with me, and he blinks sleepily, standing up.
"We at your apartment?"
"Yeah."
The lights are off, so I assume Mikey is out, which he usually is. As soon as we're inside Frank kisses me again, sticking his hands up the back of my shirt, which quickly comes off. I'm biting at his lips, tugging on his lip ring, prompting light moans from him. I move his arms away from me, sliding his jacket off, and with it his t-shirt, exposing a multitude of tattoos. I let my hands roam over them, and I feel him shudder, biting down hard on my lower lip. I detach my mouth from his, kissing along his jaw line, and under his chin to his ear, where I lick down his neck, ending at his collarbone.
"Geez, go to your room."
Mikey, my brother stands in the doorway, crossing his arms.
"Mikey, you could have knocked."
"In the living room?"
"Whatever."
During our exchange, Frank is standing kinda awkwardly against the wall, watching me.
"Is that your brother?" Frank asks once Mikey is gone.
"Yeah."
"Is he single?"
I smack his arm, annoyed, then remind myself that I don't care what this guy
thinks. Even if he is cute.
"I'm kidding. He's too tall."
I giggle, and Frank looks mildly concerned, because what he said shouldn't really have been that funny.
"You okay?"
I nod my head, and he smirks, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth, which is oddly adorable. Of course, the cutesy side doesn't last, and we're back to violently making out
not ten seconds later. Without breaking contact, I guide him to the doorway of my room, fumbling for the doorknob with my hand, smiling into the kiss when I find it and the door swings open.
"I'm leaving!" Mikey calls from somewhere else in the apartment, probably not enthusiastic about hearing his older brother with another guy, although he's not homophobic. I would probably be weirded out too, if I could hear him and some girl fucking in their room. I'm brought back to the present by Frank gasping next to my ear, his hands pulling at the waist of my jeans. He shoves me backwards until my knees hit the bed, and I fall, pulling his small body onto mine. His hands tug insistently at my jeans, so I undo them quickly, sliding them over my legs and onto the floor.
"How are you...so-so fucking hot, it's not even possible," Frank practically growls, and I can feel him move around on the bed until he's straddling my lower torso. He rocks gently, and I can feel how turned on he is even through his jeans.
"I-I wasn't aware I was that hot."
Frank smirks, leaning forward to kissing my cheek gently.
"You are."
My hand reaches up to tangle in his hair, and I pull his mouth to mine, gasping
as he clutches the back of my neck, fingernails digging into my skin.
"Please, fuck, please~" Frank mumbles into my cheek, and I nod, my hands
grasping the waist of his jeans, pulling them down, boxers coming with them. I
fasten one hand around him and he groans, high pitched, throwing his head
back, mouth wide open.
"F-fuck, oh, fuck, Gerard," Frank whimpers, grinding down into my fingers,
sweat slicking our bodies. My nails dig into his back, the other hand thumbing
the tip lightly, feeling him twist and emit shaky breaths with each touch of mine.
I press multiple kisses to his neck, feeling him gasp, throat vibrating under my
lips, groaning my name along with soft whimpers. Frank tilts his head forward again, opening his mouth to suck on three of his fingers, coating them in saliva, and then he's scrabbling at my boxers. All of a sudden his hand is there, roughly stroking what skin he can touch, smearing a
mixture of sweat and spit across my length. His hand speeds up, creating friction, causing me to throw my head back and moan loudly. Though my hand is still firmly stroking him, thumbing his tip teasingly, I'm nearly at my climax, and I can tell he is too, because his pace slows, and his whimpers increase, frequently becoming more high pitched.
"Ah-oh fuck, Gerard, please-"
And then he's spilling over my hand, all sticky and wet and hot, his body shaking with the feeling, and I literally come from the sight of him, dragging out my gasp, arching my back.
"Fuck."
I wipe my hand on the sheets, and finally, fucking finally, collapse on the bed, breathing heavily.
Frank lies down next to me, curling into my body, sweat and cum sticking to his body, though it's extremely hot.
"W-will you date me?" Frank stammers out, and I can feel his fingers tracing
over my chest.
"Yes."
I see him smile, and I pull him in for a kiss, my hand tangling in his hair, tugging
on his lip with my teeth. He pulls away first, wrapping his arm around me, and laying his head in my chest, which is all sweaty and gross, so kudos to him.
"Goodnight, Frank."
"Goodnight, Gerard."
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