Three Cheers for Red Hair and Love

A fire exploded between their lips. Passion burning with the power of a tesseract pushed itself into their mouths. Frank and Gerard, strangers so short a time ago, had become a machine of passion and pleasure, and had become one. Deep down in the dark depths of his soul, Gerard felt like maybe his was betraying his memories of Ryan, like maybe he could see them now from wherever he was. The effort of keeping the feeling from overtaking him was exhausting, but Frank was acting like he would never stop. His tongue caressed the inside of Gerard’s cheek and played war with his tongue. His lips encased his mouth and sucked, hard. But they soon grew tired of this area, and moved to new terrain to make Gerard moan. Purple raised lumps appeared on his neck, chest, and shoulders. Frank moved farther south, and Gerard’s skin tingled and his muscles clenched with anticipation. But just before he had reached the place where he really wanted to be, Gerard stopped him.

“Are you alright? Did it hurt?” He was so eager to please Gerard that he would do anything.

“No, no. It felt great. I’m just nervous. I’m not ready, Frank. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

“Have you done it before?” Gerard hesitated, not wanting to have to answer this question. Lie, and risk losing Frank if he found out, or tell the truth and possibly risk disgust, jealousy, or pity. All bad.

“No, I haven’t.” Oh my god. I just lied to him. “I’m not ready. At least not yet.”

“It’s okay. I haven’t either. You were my first kiss, Gee.” He called me Gee. Happiness and adoration bubbled through him and took control. He placed his lips back on Frank’s and whispered, “But I’m ready for this.”

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