I Think I Like It

The next day, I had Gerard very last thing, and during class, Gerard seemed more uptight than usual. He flitted around the room nervously, asking questions that didn’t make sense, and generally confusing everyone. I think he was actually more aware of himself yesterday when he was drunk. I think it’d actually be funny if he didn’t look so worried.
“What’s eating Mr. Way?” Chris hissed at me. I shrugged, feigning disinterest.
“I dunno.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t.”
“You should. Surely, spending that long looking at someone’s ass makes you a little bit in tune with their emotions.”
“I don’t look at his ass.” I snapped.
“Yes you do. I’m pretty sure your eyes are like, glued to it. Go on, Frankie, look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t do him.” He laughed, and I felt myself blush.
“That’s…irrelevant. If you’re so worried about him, why don’t you ask how he is?”
“He’s your boyfriend.” Chris laughed. Gerard stopped and turned, smiling.
“Who’s Frank’s boyfriend?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. From his amused expression, I knew he didn’t think we were talking about Cameron, which meant that that fucker had heard every damn word we’d said. I blushed and avoided Cameron’s glare and Chris’ dumb smile.
“Nobody is my damn boyfriend.” I mumbled. Gerard’s eyes flicked up to Cameron, only for a second, as a smug smile spread across his face. Jesus, he was an asshole.
He didn’t say anything else, but walked across the room to help some of the girls who were chatting amongst themselves.
Chris beamed at me, his shoulders shaking, and I just shook my head.
“You’re such an asshole.” I sighed, turning around so he couldn’t see me smiling. I caught Gerard’s eye and he winked at me, making the already present blush on my face go even darker. Gerard rose to his feet and walked back to his desk, sifting through some papers that rested there. He sighed, holding one up and looking at it with furrowed eyebrows. He shook his head and put it back down, rubbing his hand down his face and taking a few, calming breaths.
“Dude, take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Chris hissed loudly. Gerard evidently heard, because he smirked, hiding his mouth behind his hand. I would have flicked him the finger, but the bell rang, and I knew that Gee and I had to leave pretty quickly if we wanted to make it to the hospital in time for visiting hours.
“Okay, thanks guys!” he called, watching everyone file out. Cameron bounced over to me, smiling expectantly.
“I’ll text you later, okay? I’ve got some stuff to do.” I explained. His face dropped in disappointment, but he nodded. I grabbed his hand before he could walk away.
“Tomorrow, okay? We’ll hang out tomorrow.” I said softly. He kissed me softly on the lips before turning on his heel and storming out. By this point, everyone else had already left, so it was just me and a very disgruntled Gerard.
“God, I hate watching him touch you.” Gee sighed, kissing my lips where Cameron’s were only a moment before. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Sorry.” I said lamely. He chuckled and backed away from me, grabbing his bag.
“Okay, ready?” he asked brightly. I nodded and followed him to his car, trying to remain discreet.

Gee swung by the grocery store to grab us some food for the drive and some flowers for Mikey, and soon we were pulling away from our town. I hadn’t realized before, but Mikey’s hospital was just a little bit closer than the restaurant we went to at the weekend. I was almost bouncing in my seat with excitement, only Gerard’s hand, firm and heavy on my thigh was holding me down.
“I’m so happy you guys are gonna meet. He’s gonna love you.” Gerard said, beaming.
“Can I ask something?” I said softly. He nodded.
“How will I know if he knows I’m there? Will he know I’m there?” I asked. Gerard smiled.
“Yeah. The doctors are saying that it’s not that his brain isn’t active, it’s that he just can’t use it. It’s more like he’s locked in than comatose.” He explained, and I nodded.
“That’s kinda sad. Like, he can still think but he can’t express it?”
“Kind of. But I think he likes the attention.” Gerard laughed, then frowned, shaking his head.
“Y’know, in a way I hope he can’t hear me, because then he won’t know that I’m the only one that comes to see him.” He said bitterly. I chewed my lip.
“How long’s he been…like that?” I asked.
“About three years now.” He said sadly. If he hadn’t been driving, I’d have hugged him so tight. As it was, I just held his hand and kissed it softly.
“You’re such a good brother.” I murmured.
“Yeah, I try to be.” He smiled. I rubbed my thumb along his skin and he sighed happily.
“You’re gonna make me sleepy.” He smiled, squeezing my hand.
“I can’t wait to sleep with you.” I blurted out. I meant that I couldn’t wait to feel his body wrapped warmly around mine, his head on my chest, and waking up and feeling him so close to me. He smirked.
“A bit forward there, Frankie?” he laughed. I groaned.
“Not what I meant.”
“No?” he asked, surprised. I rolled my eyes.
“Well, I mean, yeah. That too. If you want. But I meant-“
“Shh, I know.” He chuckled, squeezing my hand again. I sighed and leaned back against the seat, feeling soothed by the gentle rocking of the car.
“I’ll wake you up when we get there, okay?” he said softly. I smiled sleepily and nodded, feeling my eyes close. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard him humming softly to some song that was playing on the radio.

“C’mon baby, wake up.” Gerard’s voice floated to me from seemingly nowhere. I stretched and smiled at him, feeling a yawn splitting my face.
“Hey baby.” I sighed. He chuckled and helped me take my seatbelt off.
“You wanna stay out here and sleep or do you wanna meet my brother?” he asked, his eyes twinkling. His words brought me back to reality and I leapt out of the car, much to his amusement.
“Sorry, yep. Mikey. Let’s go.” I said. He gave me the flowers to hold as he led me into the Hospital, his hand on the small of my back.
The reception was, as expected, pristine white, with that overly clean smell that came with hospitals. I didn’t see why people didn’t like them – it was a place of healing, right? Even the people who didn’t heal were still at peace here. In a way, I thought hospitals were kind places.
“Hey Barbara” Gee said, flashing a smile at the elderly receptionist. She grinned.
“Hello Gerard. Here to see Mikey?”
“I always am.” He laughed, leading me towards an elevator. He smiled at me sheepishly as the doors shut.
“Yeah, ah, they know me here too.” He said, blushing. I took his hand and squeezed it, smiling gently.
“No, I think it’s sweet. You’re sweet.” I said. He kissed me softly, breaking apart just as the doors opened.
“C’mon babe, just down here.” He said, taking the flowers from me. I followed him down the corridor that looked exactly the same as the rest of the building (unsurprisingly), until we reached a door that was partially open. Gerard took a sharp breath and knocked.
“Is he decent?” he said, poking his head into the room. A young, attractive nurse smiled at us, pulling the door open wider.
“Yeah, he’s great. I bet he can hardly wait to see you.” She said, batting her eyelashes at Gee. I fought the urge to roll my eyes as she looked at me.
“And who’s this?”
“My –ah, my stepson. Frank, this is Marie.” He said, gesturing to the nurse. My eyes widened in surprise at my new title, but I tried to cover it up and smiled at her.
“Hey.” I said softly and she smiled at me briefly,and then turned back to Gerard.
“How is Gina?” she asked. He nodded.
“Yeah, um, she’s great.” He said weakly. Marie nodded and smiled, heading towards the door.
“Well, if you need anything-“
“Yeah, thanks.” He smiled. Once she’d left the room, I gave him an amused smile, and he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Gina?.” I asked.
“She kept flirting with me. I had to say somethin’.” He mumbled.
“Whatever you say, Daddy.” I purred. He bit his lip and pulled me into his arms, breathing in deeply.
“God, I’m so glad I get you for a whole night.” He moaned. I laughed and kissed him chastely.
“I think there’s someone I need to meet, right?” I asked, looking pointedly at the bed next to the window. Gerard stepped away from me and smiled widely.
“Yeah!” he said, leading me over. He dropped down into the chair and placed the flowers on the bedside table, grabbing the man’s hand.
“Frank, Mikey. Mikey, Frank.” Gerard said, smiling brightly. Mikey didn’t look a thing like Gerard. He was thinner, with a smaller, more pointed face. He was still attractive, though – maybe a little less cute than Gerard. I pulled up a chair next to Gee and chewed my lip.
“It’s nice to meet you.” I said awkwardly, and Gerard laughed.
“It might seem weird at first, but it’ll get easier.” He assured me, turning his attention back to Mikey. Machines beeped and flashed around us, and I felt slightly overwhelmed, not knowing what the majority of them even did, yet they were keeping the man in front of us alive.
“We brought you more flowers. Real pretty, they’re white and pink roses. Frank helped choose them” Gerard said, smiling at me. I smiled back briefly.
“Look at this.” Gerard murmured, pointing to the heart rate monitor beeping steadily. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Mikey, burying his face in his neck and holding him tightly, and I watched as his heart race excelerated. Gerard dropped back into his seat and beamed at me as Mikey’s heart slowed back down.
“See, that’s how I know he can hear me.” Gerard said, taking his brother’s hand again.
“I’m glad.” I said, smiling at Mikey. He he might look like he was sleeping, if it weren’t for the tubes and the monitors.
“So, anyway, Mikes, not much is going on on our end. Work is…work. I threw up yesterday. I guess I drank a bit too much. That’s ironic, isn’t it? Don’t worry, once you wake up I won’t touch the stuff, I swear. It’s just hard without you. You can’t even imagine how much I miss you, Mikey. It’s hard not knowing if you miss me or not. I hope you do. You’re still my best friend.” He said, stroking his brother’s hair as he spoke. I felt my throat tighten and lowered my head so Gerard wouldn’t see the tears that dripped down my face. This was probably the most intimate thing I’d ever seen, and I felt like I was intruding.
“I took Frankie up to Ma’s restaurant. She asked about you – they always ask about you when I go. I mean, I don’t really go often ‘cause it kinda makes me sad, what with Grandma gone and with you here. But Frankie was with me so I didn’t mind. They thought he was great – they seemed almost as surprised as I was that I still had it in me to get a guy half my age.” Gerard laughed vaguely, taking my hand in his free one.
“You need to wake up so you can meet him, Mikes. ‘Cause he’s everything I’ve ever wanted, all the bad shit included.” He laughed softly. I couldn’t even look at him, guilt and sadness eating at my core.
“I think you’re setting some unrealistic standards there, Gee.” I said lightly. He looked at me, his eyes full of pure love and adoration.
“Am I?” he murmured, stroking my cheek gently. I smiled softly under his touch, just happy to stare in silence into his dark eyes. Our silence was broken by Mikey’s heart excelerating again, and Gerard pulled away, laughing and petting Mikey’s hair softly.
“Shhh, you’re still my favourite guy.” He murmured, pushing the matted hair away from his sweat-glistened face, and Mikey’s heart rate slowly went back to normal. Gerard turned to me and smiled.
“He gets panicky if he can’t hear me ‘cause he thinks I left without saying goodbye.” He explained. I nodded and smiled.
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“Huh? No, I just…I’m a bit overwhelmed.” I admitted. Gerard laughed.
“Yeah, it’s a weird situation, I know. It’s kinda nice to just sit and talk though, right?” he asked, unsure. I kissed him on the cheek.
“Yeah.” I said, smiling. He turned back to Mikey, smiling fondly, like a Mother to their newborn child, and I could see that he loved him, as purely as one person could ever love anyone else.
“You’re gonna be alright, Mikes, aren’t you? My little fighter.” He said, his voice almost a whisper as his fingertips grazed his brother’s skin.
“And then he and I…we’ll deal with our issues; all the drugs and the alcohol and all of it together, because we can’t do it alone. I can’t do any of this alone.” He said, more to himself than to me or Mikey.
“Drugs?” I said hoarsely. He smiled warmly at me and squeezed my leg.
“It’s not a problem right now, but yeah. I’ve been in pretty bad shape in the past, Frank.” He sighed, pursing his lips and looking down, ashamed. I held his chin and smiled.
“It doesn’t matter, it’s in the past. You’re a good person and I love you for all of that. I’m not going to leave you just because you did some drugs. When I say I love you, I fucking mean it. Whether you believe me or not.” I said firmly. He smiled and leaned in to brush his lips against mine.
“God, I hope like fuck that you don’t say stuff like that to him.” He said, his eyes sad. I shook my head.
“No. Just you. Always just you.” I breathed. He looked at me in disbelief, but didn’t say anything, instead he turned back to Mikey, his face forming that fond smile again.
“When we were kids, Mikey didn’t like thunderstorms. I mean, apparently he still doesn’t ‘cause his heart does that weird speeding up thing, but before I needed a heart monitor to help me communicate with my brother, he hated thunderstorms. He used to climb into bed with Mom and Dad, but when he hit about 7, they told him he couldn’t anymore. He still couldn’t sleep though, so he’d come into my bed. I’d always complain, say he stunk and kicked or whatever, but I didn’t really care. I liked feeling…needed. And y’know what Frankie? He slept in my bed for every goddamn thunderstorm until he was 15.” He laughed, staring at his brother’s peaceful face. I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder.
“That’s adorable.” I chuckled. His eyes never left Mikey’s as he smiled, his free hand combing through my hair. We almost didn’t hear the door opening behind us, but managed to break apart just in time. Marie stood by the door, smiling softly.
“Hey, Ger’, it’s-“
“Time to go. Got it.” He said, smiling weakly. I moved over and squeezed Mikey’s forearm.
“See you soon. It was nice to meet you.” I said softly, before moving over to Marie to give them some privacy. Gerard leaned down and pressed a kiss to his little brother’s forehead.
“Love you, Mikes.” He sighed, walking over to me, his face solemn.
As we left, I heard the unmistakable sound of a heart rate monitor beeping faster than normal, but Gerard didn’t say anything, so neither did I.

He was quiet on the car ride home, and my head whirred as I tried to think of something I could say to make him feel better. His hand reached out and turned the music up a little bit louder, but other than that, he just drove, his eyes fixed on the road. I stared out of the window, watching the rural, green expanses fly past, slowly fading into tall buildings and communities.
“Frank.” Gerard said finally, his voice hoarse.
“Mm?”
“Tell me why you love me.” He said weakly.
“Wh-what?” I stammered. He’d caught me off guard, that was for sure. He smiled sadly.
“You keep telling me that you love me. Why?”
“Fuck, Gee.” I groaned. He chewed his lip.
“You can’t think of anything.” He said softly.
“No, I can think of everything. I just do. I love you because you are, and because you’re beautiful, and because I couldn’t ever not love you. I just do. I can’t…explain it.”
“Right.”
“Why do you love me?” I retorted. His face pulled into a small smile.
“Point made.” He agreed, taking my hand in his. We fell silent again.
“I miss him so much.” Gerard whispered, tears running down his cheeks.
“I know. I saw. I’ve never…”
“What?”
“I’ve never seen anyone love anyone else like that. It’s so…pure.” I admitted.
“He’s all I have. Other than you, of course.” He smiled, squeezing my hand. Hello again, guilt.
“He’ll wake up.” I said firmly. Gerard sighed.
“How do you know?” He asked hopefully.
“Because you deserve it, and because he loves you. He wouldn’t dare leave you.” I said, watching the slow smile spread across Gerard’s cheeks.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said, not even looking at me.


I expected that when we got home, Gerard would drop onto the sofa, dragging me down with him, and cuddle me until we fell asleep. He was still sort of sad and quiet and soft, and I wasn’t expecting to have sex with him tonight. That was fine.
You can imagine my surprise, then, when we got in the door and he grabbed me by my jacket and slammed me into the door.
“Fuck, Frank.” He moaned, kissing me slow and deep, his tongue sliding heavy over mine, leaving a trail of saliva between our lips when he pulled away to look at me appraisingly.
“You already looked so fucked out.” He grinned, claiming my mouth again.
“Bedroom.” I gasped. He bit his lip and dragged me by my jacket into the bedroom, throwing me down onto the bed and climbing onto my lap, straddling me.
“God, I’ve wanted this all day.” He moaned, grinding his ass down into my cock. I smirked and held his thin, feminine hips, feeling them curve softly under my hands.
“So pretty, Gerard. So fucking pretty.” I whispered, knowing now that he liked to be called that. Confirming it, he smiled brilliantly and kissed me, his lips soft against mine, his teeth scraping my bottom lip.
“My pretty girl, aren’t you Gee? My gorgeous little girl.” I moaned, kissing his neck. He let out a moan and rubbed his ass harder against my cock.
“Y-yes Frankie.” He whispered, burying his face in my neck as I dry-fucked him, aching to actually get inside him, but at the same time, trying to hold it off. We had all night, and I didn’t want to waste a single second of it.
He clearly had the same idea, because he stopped and smiled mischievously at me.
“Can I do somethin’?” he asked softly. I nodded without even asking.
“Of course.” I breathed.
“’kay. Stay here. Get naked. Close your eyes. Don’t open them.” He said firmly,but not completely dominant. I smiled and nodded, standing up when he left the room and letting my clothes fall to the floor, then sitting on the bed, eyes shut, my cock weeping in anticipation.
“Eyes shut?” came Gerard’s smooth, husky voice. My breath hitched.
“Y-yes.” I gasped. There was silence for a few moments, until felt his warm hand on my arm.
“If you want me to stop, say the word. I won’t stop for any other word.” He said and I nodded.
“Got it.” I said weakly, slightly worried. If we were using the safeword, it meant he really wasn’t sure if I’d like this. I barely had time to even consider it, when I felt something incredibly cold being placed against my throat. My eyes flew open, and I saw Gerard smirking, an ice cube held between his long fingers. It was already melting, the cold water running down my naked body and, surprisingly, making me even harder.
“Fuck that feels…good….” I panted. He slid the ice cube lower, the intense cold sending waves of ice-cold pain through my body. It felt electric and addictive, if not a little bit painful, though that only added to the pleasure. He slid the cold cube across my nipples, causing me to gasp and arch into him. He slid it lower, blowing gently on the wet lines across my chest and stomach, making them even colder. By the time he made it to my waist, the ice cube had almost melted. He grabbed another two, smaller this time, and put one in his mouth, the other he slid between my lips, and I balanced it on my tongue. I didn’t know what he wanted me to do, so I just sat, letting it melt on my tongue. After a few moments, he leaned forward and kissed me, and I knew then why he’d given me the ice cube. The feeling of his cold, chapped lips against mine was enough to send electric waves through my whole body.
“Fuck.” I breathed, leaning into him. He smiled and rolled on top of me, trapping me against the bed by my wrists, a seductive smile crossing his lips.
“How was that?” he asked, his hand sliding down my still-wet stomach to stroke my cock idly. I moaned softly.
“Weird. Good. But weird.” I panted. He laughed and kissed me, his hand tangling in my hair. I moved my hands to his tie, holding him to me with one hand while undoing the buttons on his shirt with the other, kissing him gently, our lips barely brushing.
“Ah, Frankie.” He sighed, his head rolling back. I couldn’t reach his mouth anymore, so instead I attacked his neck with my tongue and teeth, loving the feeling of his soft skin and the gentle thump of his heartbeat under my lips as I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and reached down to unbuckle his pants, because fuck waiting, I needed my dick in him like, last year. He laughed and reached down, helping me slide his clothes off and throw them onto the floor with the rest of our clothes, tangled together in a messy pile. I reached down and pumped his cock, surprised, as always, at how thick and heavy it was in my hand.
“Are you gonna finger fuck me or do you want me to do it myself?” he asked, laughing airily.I chewed my lip and pushed him so he was lying down on the bed.
“I wanna try something.” I breathed, feeling a rush of confidence.
“Anything.” He whispered. I moved so I was kneeling between his thighs, and brought his legs up so they were pushed almost against his chest.
“Tell me…uhm….if I don’t do it right.”
“Jesus, Frank, you’re about to eat my ass and you’re worried you won’t do it right?” he laughed, and I was slightly disappointed that he’d guessed what I wanted to do. I smiled nervously and kissed the inside of his thighs. He let out small, whispery moans as my hands and mouth moved lower, my lips brushing past bumps and lines left from razorblades and lonely nights. I kissed these especially, a silent promise that he’d never have to spend a night hating himself ever again. My lips brushed past his hole and he gasped, his hips thrusting up.
“Stay still.” I said, one hand on his waist. He nodded, and I brought my mouth forward, my tongue sliding out to taste him.
Thankfully, I wasn’t completely repulsed by the taste. On the contrary, he tasted almost sweet. I pushed his cheeks apart with my hands and buried my face between his legs, my tongue lapping hungrily at him, addicted to the pants and moans and cries of “fuck yes, baby, yes” that rose from his beautiful lips. My tongue was clumsy and inexperienced, my teeth accidentally scraping his skin occasionally, but he didn’t seem to mind as he held my hair, holding me to him.
“Are you…you don’t have to keep doing that.” He said weakly, his hand becoming loose in my hair. I sat up, looking at him like he was fucking crazy.
“I-what? Why wouldn’t I want to do it.”
“I don’t know. I thought it might be gross.” He shrugged. I smiled and kissed him softly.
“No, babe. Not gross at all.” I chuckled. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rolled over so he was on top of me again. He leaned in to kiss me, then stopped, biting his lip.
“Am I crushing you?” he asked nervously. I furrowed my eyebrows.
“What? Shit, Gee, no. Stop.” I said, leaning in to kiss him. He kissed me back, his hand sliding down my chest, then he stopped again.
“You’d tell me if I was crushing you, right?”
“Fuck. Yes, I would.” I said, getting impatient. He laughed a little and cupped my face in his hands, his hips rolling against my cock. I whimpered and rose my hips to meet his.
“I’m too heavy, aren’t I?” he whispered. I groaned and pushed him off of me.
“No! Jesus Christ, Gerard, you’re not too fucking heavy and you’re not crushing me and you’re not gross? What the fuck is the matter with you?” I snapped. He looked down and shrugged.
“I don’t know. I just don’t feel sexy today.” He sighed. What?
“You did like, ten minutes ago!” I cried, exasperated.
“I guess.” He mumbled. I held his chin and forced him to look at me.
“Gerard Way, you fucker, I think you are the sexiest, most beautiful man I’ve ever had the honor of looking at. Your ass is gorgeous, your body is perfect, and I love you. I just want to fuck you okay? Jesus, Gee, can I please just fuck you?” I said, moving back towards him, laying him down on his back so he wouldn’t feel as self-conscious. He sighed and smiled, kissing me.
“M’sorry. You’re right.” He said. I nodded and tried to move his thighs apart, but he held them together.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Ask.”
“What?”
“Ask if you can fuck me.”
“Can I fuck you?” I asked desperately. He laughed, the noise was menacing, and sent shockwaves to my already achingly hard cock.
“Is that any way to address me?” he asked, suddenly overly confident and sexy again. Thank God.
“Sir?” I said. He shook his head.
“Nope.”
“Um. Master?” I whimpered. He laughed loudly.
“Not tonight.” He chuckled, stroking down my side and cupping my ass. My eyes widened as I realized what it was he wanted.
“D-Daddy?” I whispered. He bit his lip and moaned, nodding slowly. Well, fuck. I took a deep breath.
“Can I fuck you, Daddy?” I breathed, the words sounding weird and foreign on my tongue. He moaned loudly.
“Y-yes. Please. Fuck me. Jesus, Frank, just fuck me.” He panted, his hand pumping his flushed, swollen cock. My breath hitched as I pressed the blunt end of my cock to his ass.
“Ready?”
“Yeah. Now, baby.” He whispered. I pushed in slowly and he gasped, his nails digging into my shoulder.
“S-so tight, honey. Am I hurting you?” I breathed. He smiled.
“Yeah, fuck, that hurts. Harder.”He challenged and I smirked, pushing the rest of myself into him roughly. He hissed in pain, but it faded into a choked moan.
“Say it again. Jesus, Frank, say it.” He begged. I kissed him, an amused smile on my lips.
“You’re fucked up, Gee.” I laughed. He rolled his head back, an easy smile on his lips.
“Please, Frank?”
“Please what, Daddy?” I asked softly. He whimpered and wrapped his legs around my waist.
“G-god, Frank. Fuck me. Harder, sweetheart. Just fucking…fuck me.” He moaned, writhing around on the bed underneath me.
“Yes Daddy, anything you say. Gonna fuck you so hard, honey.” I moaned, my hips pounding into him as his nails dug into the mattress, his head lolling limply. I grabbed a handful of his hair and forced his lips against mine.
“You’re so – fuck – beautiful, Gee. Please I just… so beautiful.” I breathed, kissing him more gently, my hips moving more softly into him. He let out small whimpers instead of animal moans, but it was good. Better, even.
“Don’t wanna hear any shit about you not being beautiful, okay?You’re so pretty, Gee, so perfect, I could just stare at you for hours and I – oh fuck - I fucking love you. Gonna fucking marry you.” I said softly, kissing him. He whined underneath me, his hand holding my neck.
“D’you mean that?” he said hoarsely. I looked down into his eyes, his body moving softly underneath mine as my hands mapped out his chest, fingers sliding over every scar and bump, and feeling saddened by each one I touched.
I didn’t know what to say, so I said what I fucking wanted to say, regardless of consequence.
“Yeah babe. I’ll marry you.” I smiled into his skin. I didn’t have to look up to know he was smiling back.
“God, I’m so in love with you.” He whispered. I kissed him again, my hips moving faster now, my movements more rough and urgent, my grip on his wrists tightening.
“Fuck Frank. Baby, please, fuck me harder. Hurt me, baby. Need you to fuck me so I can’t walk.” He moaned, his hand wrapping around his cock again. I rested my head on his chest as I fucked into him as hard and fast as I could, hearing his loud, animalistic moans as I pounded his ass.
“Cum in my ass, sweetheart. Fill Daddy’s ass with your cum.” He murmured, sucking lightly on my earlobe. I let out a cry that was more like a scream as I pulled him closer to me, my hands rough on his thighs as I fucked into him.
“Fuck, Gee, I-I’m cu-“ but I didn’t even get to finish before I cried out, burying my face in his chest as I shot my load inside him. I panted loudly, kissing his skin softly as he jacked himself off.
“Can I cum baby? Please?” he asked, and fuck, if I could have cum twice I would have.
“Y-yeah baby. Please. Cum for me.” I whispered. As if following an order, he jacked his cock a couple more times, before he arched his back off the bed, exposing his throat to me as he came. He collapsed, holding me close to him, his breath jagged and heavy.
“Shit, I love you so much. You have no fucking idea Frank I-“ he said before breaking off into gentle sobs. I shifted our position so he was resting his head on my chest, my hand stroking his hair.
“Shh, baby, I know. It’s okay.” I whispered, kissing his head.
“D-did you really mean what you said?” he asked gently.
“Yeah, babe. I really did.” I said, not realizing the truth of my words until they spilled out of my mouth. He made a noise that was somewhere between a sob and a happy hum. He laughed and looked up at me.
“My ass hurts.” He chuckled. I kissed his forehead, stroking his hair back from his face.
“Shut up and sleep, Daddy.” I teased. He laughed and kissed me deeply, his hand resting on my jaw.
“You’re talking a lot of shit for someone whose mouth still tastes like my ass.” He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and pulled him under the covers with me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, humming softly.
“Do you believe that I love you yet?” I asked. He was silent for a moment, then kissed my head.
“I’m getting there.” He smiled.

Notes

The first and only daddy!kink scene you're getting from me... unless you beg... <3 ;D