I Think I Like It

Given his track record, I didn’t actually expect Gerard to still be there when I woke up. That’s why I was so surprised when I rolled over and saw him still asleep next to me, his chest rising and falling as air slid out of his parted lips. I rested on my elbow and, as cliché as it sounds, just watched him sleep. He was always beautiful, of course, but there was something about him asleep that was so endearing to me. I brushed his cheekbone gently with the back of my hand and he stirred under my touch. Oops. Figuring he was already waking up, I let my fingers trail down to his strong jawline, my thumb sliding across his full lips, still swollen from the night before. He smiled then, his eyes flickering open.
“Well, good morning.” He chuckled, biting my thumb playfully. I pulled it away and sighed, running my hand through his hair.
“Morning.” I said. He stretched and groaned, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me towards him.
“Mm. Stay here.” He murmured, kissing my neck sleepily. I laughed and kissed the side of his head.
“I’m not planning on going anywhere.” I sighed, tangling our bare legs under the blanket. He looked up at me, his eyes still bleary from sleep. It was adorable.
“You okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked softly, his hand cupping my ass. I kissed his nose.
“No, you were perfect.” I said, stroking his cheek gently.
“Yeah, that was…unbelievable. God, I still can’t believe it.” He giggled, snuggling his face into my neck, his stubble tickling my skin.
“You need to shave, honey.” I laughed. He rolled his eyes and rested his head on my chest, trailing his fingers across my smooth skin.
“I love you.” He said simply. I kissed his head.
“I love you too.” I replied. He shook his head, sitting up and balancing his weight on one arm.
“No, I mean like, I really love you. Not just in an ‘I love you’ kind of way, but in a ‘fuck, I really fucking love you’ kind of way. Does that make sense?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. I laughed and kissed his forehead.
“Not even a little bit. But you’re beautiful so it’s okay.”
“Ah, I knew you were only with me for my looks.” He teased, sliding back under the covers with me, his arms wrapping around my waist.
“No, it’s for the bragging rights. I fucked the teacher, and all that.” I joked. He snickered.
“That makes sense.” He murmured with a small smile, pressing his lips to mine. As much as I wanted to kiss him, I couldn’t deny that my mouth tasted fucking gross.
“Can I go brush my teeth?” I whispered.
“Yeah, of course. I think I’ve got a spare toothbrush under the sink.” He said, kissing my jaw. I moved to the edge of the bed with the intention of getting up, but seeing him lying there, all adorable and sleepy made me slide back in. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and I kissed him.
“Maybe just a few more minutes.” I sighed.

Eventually, though, we did get up and trudged to the kitchen for breakfast. Gerard walked behind me, his hands on my waist, occasionally kissing my neck.
“Do you guys ever stop?” Mikey groaned from the table and I blushed, remembering that we hadn’t been exactly quiet last night. Gerard chuckled nervously.
“Sleep well, Mikes?” he asked. Mikey glared at him.
“Yeah, sure did, Daddy.” He said coldly. Gerard blushed and laughed, scratching the back of his neck.
“Um. I don’t-“
“Sorry.” I cut in. Mikey looked just as annoyed with me, though there was a spark of amusement in his eyes.
“Yeah, whatever sweetheart. Y’know, I could have gone my whole life not knowing how tight your ass is, or how big my brother’s dick is.” He said despairingly. I snorted, and Gerard beamed at me, trying to hide his laughter.
“You didn’t have to listen.” Gerard said in mock annoyance. Mikey widened his eyes, his hands flailing. It was a hilarious sight.
“Yes I did! You guys were actually louder than my earphones. Jesus, is there any way for me to go back in the coma?” he groaned. Gerard squeezed his shoulders affectionately, winking at me.
“Aw, c’mon Mikes. It couldn’t have been that bad.” He teased.
“I heard you and your boyfriend having sex all fucking night, with your weird-ass daddy kink and a running commentary on how big your dick is. So yes, it was that bad.” He shot back. Gerard smiled and kissed his brother on the head.
“Sorry, Mikes. We’ll keep it down next time.” He said. Mikey rolled his eyes and got to his feet.
“That’s a lie, but okay.” He said smiling. Gerard took my hand and beamed as Mikey walked out of the room.
“That was awkward.” He laughed. I chewed my lip, smiling.
“Think he’s really mad?”
“Naw, he doesn’t care. He was probably just happy that we weren’t arguing.” He smiled. I sat on the kitchen counter and opened my legs, which he took as an invitation to stand between them, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“So, what’s happening today?” I asked. He kissed my jaw and hummed in thought.
“I’m thinking video games, pizza and blowjobs.” He said. I laughed.
“What are you, 15?” I asked. He pulled me closer and claimed my mouth in a kiss that was mostly teeth from us both smiling like idiots.
“Are you saying no?”
“Of course I’m not. I love videogames and pizza.” I said teasingly. He rolled his eyes and kissed me again, before staring at me.
“What?”
“I’m thinkin’.”
“Don’t hurt yourself.” I said, earning myself a playful punch on the arm.
“Can I confess something?” he said shyly.
“Anything.”
“You can’t laugh or anything.”
“I won’t!” I said. He smiled nervously.
“Ah, before we uhm, broke up, I ah, got you something for Christmas, and I um, I still have it.” He said, not meeting my gaze. I beamed and kissed him.
“You’re perfect.” I sighed. He chuckled.
“I should buy you shit more often.” He laughed. I pouted.
“Aw, I’m not just with you for that.”
“Ah, I know. Otherwise you’d be disappointed because I’m broke.” He laughed, helping me jump off the counter. He led me into the living room and sat me down on the sofa, rolling back onto his heels, then forward again onto his toes.
“Just um, stay here.” He said, running from the room excitedly. I stretched out, waiting with bated breath for him to come back. As much as I didn’t expect it, I found it absolutely adorable that he’d actually gotten me something.
He returned shortly with two packages – a large, flat one and a very small rectangular one. He gave me the larger one first.
“Be careful.” He murmured as I tore the paper. I gasped, my hand coming to my mouth, when I saw what it was.
“Jesus, Gee.” I whispered, tears filling my eyes.
“You like it?” he asked. I nodded, unable to speak. It was a large canvas drawing of me. I was sitting at my desk at school, looking out from the painting, biting my lip and smiling. It looked so lifelike, it was unreal. He’d paid so much attention to every little detail, not missing a single thing.
“How long did this take?” I asked. He shrugged.
“A while. I think it’s worth it, though. It’s kinda like you can see what I see when I look at you.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Because you are.” He said, kissing me gently. I locked my arms around his neck.
“God, I don’t even know what to say.” I laughed. He pulled away and chewed his lip like he was considering something.
“If I show you something, promise not to be weirded out, okay?” he asked.
“I won’t be.” I assured him. He leaned the canvas against the wall and shoved the smaller package into his pocket as he left the room. He returned soon, carrying his sketchbook, which he slid over to me.
“Just, uhm. Sorry.” He laughed. I raised an eyebrow as I opened the book and gasped. It was me, over and over again, drawn in different styles and positions. It was sort of abstract too, with a random page of just my eyes, and another of my lips. I flicked through, being faced with my own likeness on every page.
“They’re all me.” I whispered, awe-struck. He nodded.
“Yeah. I guess you’re my muse, huh?” he laughed, but there was a serious tone to it. I stroked his cheek, and he leaned into the touch.
“You’re a dork.” I smiled he laughed and leaned back, taking his sketchbook from my hands.
“That’s true.” He sighed. I pursed my lips, raising my eyebrows.
“Where’s my other present?” I asked, the anticipation growing too much. He laughed and shifted awkwardly.
“I kinda don’t wanna give it to you.” He admitted.
“Why?”
“It might ruin the mood.”
“It won’t. Please?” I said. He sighed and handed me the box, which I unwrapped. The actual box was pink with darker pink stripes.
“Am I gonna regret this?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. He nodded enthusiastically and I groaned playfully as I opened the box.
“Shit, Gee. Is this-“
“Yeah. Is it okay?”
“It’s massive.” I said, staring at the butt plug that rested on the soft velvet interior of the box. He took a small remote control out of his pocket and waved it, smiling.
“I told you I’d get you one, didn’t I?” he teased. I laughed and pulled him into a kiss.
“Are you really gonna make me wear it during class?” I whimpered.
“Maybe. Or I’ll wear it.” He shrugged. I put it down softly on the table and climbed into his lap, kissing him softly.
“How did I ever get you? Like, really. I think every student ever has fantasized about fucking their teacher…but how the fuck did I actually do it?” I sighed. He laughed.
“Because you kept staring at me.”
“Really?” I said. Truth be told, I’d never actually considered the logistics of us getting together until just now.
“Yeah. I mean, I thought you were hot, and then you just kept staring at me with those big fuckin’ eyes, and you were kinda drooling a little bit, and it was like, fuck, I could probably sleep with this kid.” He laughed.
“Did you really think that?”
“I think the exact thought was ‘I wonder if I can get Frank to suck me off’”
“Oh, thanks.” I snorted. He cupped my cheek and stared adoringly into my eyes.
“That was before I realized that you have the most beautiful mind I’ve ever come across. I was just looking at your mouth. Which, by the way, I’m still looking at.” He smirked.
“So, the thigh-rubbing thing. Was that on purpose?” I asked. He chewed his lip.
“At first? No. I was just thinking about the movie. But then I saw your face and ah, yeah, it became very intentional.”
“After how long?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled.
“Maybe like, five minutes?” he said. I groaned.
“God, was it that obvious?” I asked, smiling slightly.
“Um. No. Well, yes.” He said. I groaned again, laughing.
“God. How did you know?”
“Well. You were staring at me, mouth wide open. And um, you kept looking at my dick and um, you kind of whined. Like, not a full on moan, but like a little desperate noise.”
“God!” I said, burying my head in my hands. He giggled and pulled my hands away.
“No! It was so cute.” He said, smiling. I pouted and he kissed me.
“Yeah. Well. Shut up.” I said, turning away from him playfully. He chuckled and wrapped his arms tightly around me, pulling me back onto his chest. I could feel the thick outline of his cock against my lower back, but to my surprise, he didn’t try to grind against me or anything. He just sighed and leaned back, his hand running smoothly through my hair.
“Can I tell you something?” he asked, his voice thick. I nodded and turned to face him, putting a little bit of space between us.
“Wanna hear what I used to think about doing to you? Before all of this?” he asked, a small smirk on his face.
“Yeah.” I breathed. He smiled.
“I used to think about walking right over to you and shoving your face onto my dick. Not saying a word, just grabbing your hair and forcing my dick into your mouth and fucking your face in front of the whole class. I imagined your breathy little moans and the way you’d gag on me, and beg me with your pretty little eyes to stop. I wouldn’t stop though, I’d just keep fucking your face, watching as you choked on my cock.” He said, his hand sliding down to palm at the thick bulge, now even more prominent, in his pants.
“What then?” I asked softly, mesmerized by the movement of his hand. He smirked.
“Then I’d pull out – no, I’d tear your head away from me – and cum on your face. I imagined you being all needy and moany, and just begging me for it. All “yes, sir, cum on my face” and you’d smile a little when I did, not caring that everyone saw how much of a slut you were.” He breathed, undoing the button on his jeans. His eyes flickered up to me and he smiled.
“Do you wanna watch me?” he whispered. My breath hitched in my throat and I nodded fast. I’d never really seen anyone do this before in person, not really, so I was beyond excited. He undid his button and slid his jeans down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his cock sprung out as soon as the denim passed his thighs. He wrapped a hand around himself and mewled lightly in pleasure.
“Talk to me, Frankie. Tell me what you want.” He whispered, his eyes shut tight.
“I’d have let you do it, you know. Even as a fuckin’ kid, I’d have let you fuck me, right in front of everyone. Shit, I’d do it now. Just come over to me, swaying those pretty little hips and shove your cock into my mouth while everyone watches. That’s what you want, isn’t it, Gee? For everyone to watch? For everyone to know I’m yours?”
“Yes, god, yes.” He panted.
“S’why you always give me hickies, ‘cause you want to fucking claim me, don’t you? Make me your slut. That’s why you wanna marry me so bad, right? So I can be your little whore forever.”
“Yes, fuck, yes.” He moaned loudly, bucking up into his hand. I smiled, my teeth catching on my lip.
“I bet you’ll be so good to me, won’t you, Sir? You’ll handcuff me to the bed before you go to work, and come back and fuck me until I can’t walk, cover me in cum. You won’t let me shower though, will you? I’ve gotta stay like that, covered in your cum.”
“Please, Frankie. Yes, I fucking. God, yes.” He whimpered. I could tell by his breathing that he was close.
“You’d call your friends up some nights as well, I bet. Let them all watch you fuck me, and you might even let them take turns fucking me too, right? Order me to suck their cocks, just to show off how good your little slut is. I won’t do it as well for them though, ‘cause I’m all yours.” I said, my own cock stirring at the image. Gerard’s eyes flew open in shock, and he looked almost surprised when he came, covering his hand and chest. I threw him a tissue from the box on the table and he cleaned up, looking at me warily. I looked down, worried I’d gone too far. His hand forced my head up.
“Do you really want that?” he asked softly.
“I don’t know. Maybe. I’m not sure exactly what you’re asking.” I said, my voice shaking.
“To get passed around and fucked by a big bunch of people, y’know, with me initiating it. Would you be into that?” he asked.
“Uh, maybe. It depends on the situation. Why, would you?” I asked softly. He whined and nodded, biting his lip, and I gasped. That definitely wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for.
“So, uh, what. Like, get fucked by your friends?” I asked, my voice shaking. He pursed his lips.
“Or Mikey.” He said softly. I gaped at him.
“Woah. That’s…Gee, I don’t-“ I stammered. He smiled sheepishly and kissed me.
“Shhh, don’t worry. I was being hypothetical. I wouldn’t make you do that.” He said reassuring me.
“But you’d want to?” I asked, purely out of curiosity. He shrugged.
“Maybe. Yeah, I guess I would. I mean, I like watching, you know? Even if it was just you and one other person rather than a big group.”
“Wouldn’t you get jealous?” I asked, pulling my knees up to my chest. He considered this for a minute, before shaking his head.
“No, not if I chose who it was, and I knew they’d behave.”
“Right.” I said, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
“What?” he asked, smiling. I shook my head.
“Wouldn’t it be weird, watching Mikey do that?” I said softly. His eyes widened and he laughed.
“I wouldn’t watch if it was him. I’d just get off knowing you’d done it. I might watch you guys make out or something, though, but I’m really not into seeing my brother naked.” He chuckled.
“That’s weird.”
“Uh, yeah. Are you surprised?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. I laughed and rested my head on his chest because, shit, he had a point. Gerard was into some really fucking weird shit.
“I guess I can consider it.” I murmured. Gerard kissed my head.
“Sure, whatever. I’m cool with whatever you wanna do, sweetheart.” He said, his voice going back to soft and adoring as he combed through my hair. I sighed and kissed his throat.
“I really love my presents. Especially the canvas. It’s so beautiful.” I murmured. He hummed happily.
“Good. I wasn’t sure if you’d find it, ah, creepy.” He laughed. I shook my head.
“Nope, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” I sighed. He entwined our fingers and pulled me up into a soft kiss.
“Hypothetically...” He said suddenly. I tensed, and he laughed.
“Calm down.” He said, rubbing my arms. I smiled.
“Sorry.” I laughed.
“Hypothetically, if I asked you to marry me, what would you say?”
“I don’t know.” I answered honestly, knowing he’d appreciate it more. He smiled.
“But you could say yes?” he asked hopefully.
“Of course. Why are you asking?” I asked suspiciously. He laughed.
“I’m just keeping my options open. I wanna know that I can spend the rest of my life with you, if it comes to that.” He whispered into my skin.
“Well, I don’t think we need to get married to do that.” I laughed. He furrowed his eyebrows and kissed my eyebrow.
“I’d like to. I’ll wear a fuckin’ big wedding dress and makeup and everything. I’ll be so pretty for you, sweetheart.” He said, smiling at the image, and I couldn’t help but smile too.
“You’re such a romantic.” I sighed, leaning into his touch. He chuckled.
“I’m not really, I just love you a lot.” He sighed. I kissed him warmly.
“I love you a lot too.”

The rest of our day was spent, as promised, in the company of video games and a large quantity of pizza. Gerard, I learned, was really, really bad at any game that didn’t involve running up to people and smashing them with a sword, which he could do fairly well. As soon as it came to shooting, however, he was dead within seconds, so Mikey and I took care of that part.
Luckily, Mikey hadn’t heard mine and Gerard’s conversation, but he did look visibly creeped out when Gerard’s eyes flicked between him and I. I wasn’t sure how I felt about his proposition, really. It seemed sort of exciting, but it really depended on who it was with, and how much control Gee had.

There was nothing particularly unusual about what we were doing, just sitting and playing video games with Mikey. There wasn’t an issue until there was. It came in the form of Gerard putting his hand softly on the small of my back, like he always did, and rubbing soothing circles into my skin.
The action itself wasn’t weird – he did it all the time (during class sometimes too), and I should’ve been used to it. For some reason, though, I started crying. I dropped the controller on the floor, and buried my face in my hands, and started fucking sobbing.
“Babe? Are you okay?” Gerard asked softly, pulling me against his chest, and that only made the tears come faster. I felt Mikey’s hand rubbing my back soothingly, but I could tell he wasn’t sure what he was doing.
“I-I’m fine.” I said, my voice shaking. Gerard kissed my forehead.
“Shh, tell me what’s wrong, angel. Do you want Mikey to leave?” he asked gently. I shook my head.
“No. I don’t know I just feel…I don’t know.”
“Do you want to go home?” he asked softly. The thought just made my heart sink further, and I clutched him to me.
“No, please. I don’t want to be away from you.” I whispered.
“Are you crying because you have to leave?” he guessed.
“I don’t know. Kind of. I’m just so in love with you, and I’m so comfortable around you, and shit, I don’t know. I just love you.” I sobbed.He smiled.
“You’re crying because you love me?” he asked slowly. I chewed my lip and laughed despite my tears.
“Yeah, pretty much.” I said. He smiled softly and leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to my mouth.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. I know it’s overwhelming, but it’s okay. I love you too.” He sighed, stroking the side of my cheek.
“You won’t leave me, right?” I said, voicing insecurities that I didn’t even realize I had. He smiled lopsidedly.
“Of course I won’t, silly. Why would you even think that? I. Love. You.” He said, excentuating each word with a kiss on my nose. I giggled and wrapped my arms around him, the video game all but forgotten.
“You guys are so married.” Mikey laughed. I leaned against Gerard, feeling his arms slide around my waist and sighed contentedly.
“Mm, not yet.” Gerard smiled into my neck, and I blushed. Mikey raised his eyebrows only slightly in surprise before turning his attention back to the game.
“So, I think you mentioned something about a blowjob earlier?” I murmured in his ear. He chuckled.

Before I could even get my bearings, I was being pushed roughly against the bedroom door.
“God, Gee. I didn’t mean now” I said, thinking of the way Gerard had half-stuttered an excuse to Mikey as he dragged me upstairs.
He smiled and pressed a kiss to my neck.
“Well, unless you’re willing to spend another night with me, we’re running out of time, my love.” He whispered, his hand sliding to my hardening cock. I gasped.
“Gimme my phone then.” I breathed. He laughed.
“God, you’re desperate.”
“If you want me to leave, I can-“ I said, feeling suddenly stupid for taking him seriously. Of course he’d have better things to do than waste another day with me.
“Well, you don’t have to go just yet. I can still blow you, right?” he asked. I pressed my lips together and nodded, feeling disheartened even as he rubbed me through my jeans.
“So, I guess you’ll just drop me home after this?” I asked, not really into it anymore, the rejection making my chest heavy.
“Actually, could you just walk? I have plans tonight.” He said. I felt like the air had been knocked out of me.
“O-okay.” I stammered. He laughed and kissed me.
“God, you really don’t think much of me, do you?” he asked, his eyes alight with amusement.
“Huh?”
“Of course you can stay, idiot. In fact, I don’t think I could let you leave.” He smiled and I beamed back at him.
“I didn’t know. I thought that maybe-“
“Shut up.” He moaned, his hand coaxing my cock. I whimpered and rolled my hips against his hand.
“I really should, ah, call my Mom.” I breathed. He groaned and tossed me my phone from the bed, perching calmly on the edge of it. I called my Mom, praying she’d let me stay another night.
“Hey Frankie, sweetie. When are you coming home?” she asked brightly.
“I was gonna ask if I could stay over another night?” I said.
“Okay, sure. Do you need any clothes?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Okay, love you!”
“Yeah, you too.” I said, hanging up and giving Gerard a grin. He raised his eyebrows.
“So, what’d she say?” he asked with a smirk. I answered him by running and jumping on him.
He laughed, wrapping his arms around me.
“Good. Now, get on your back so I can blow you, or I think I’m gonna explode.” He said. I rolled my eyes, but let him flip me over.
“You’re such a romantic.” I said sarcastically. He laughed, smiling wide enough to show off his teeth and my heart squeezed.
“You know I love you, darlin’. I just love your dick, too.” He said, pouting as he slid my jeans off. I gave a breathy laugh as I felt his hand wrap around me.
“God, Gee. You’re so pretty.” I murmured, stroking his cheek. He whimpered and licked a stripe on the underside of my cock, and I bucked up into his hands. He kissed my hips as he pumped my dick slowly, his thumb lazily swiping the tip. His eyes were fixed on mine, dark and predatory. It sent a shiver up my spine because, fuck, he could probably kill me if he wanted to.
My cock twitched at the thought, and I made a mental note to add that to the growing list of kinks I was discovering because of that bastard.
Of course, that bastard was also currently lying with his face between my legs, so I couldn’t complain. I let out a moan which ended up being a fucked-out grin as he took me smoothly into his mouth. I let my fingers grasp at the pillow behind my head, my body writhing under him as his tongue licked expertly at me, his lips soft as they grazed my skin.
“P-please, Gee. Let me fuck you, please.” I gasped. He raised his eyebrows and smiled slowly.
“Later, Frank. We have all night, remember?” he purred, pulling away from me and smiling softly. I whimpered at the loss.
“Babe-“
“How about we try out that present, hmm?” he asked softly, pulling the plug from his pocket. Damn, I didn’t even realize he had it. I chewed my lip and nodded, desperate for it now. He slid the cool metal between his lips and I watched as he coated it in saliva, his tongue swirling around it in a way that was reminiscent of the way he’d been sucking my cock only moments before. God, his tongue was absolutely sinful.He smirked as he pushed the plug into my ass, still loose from the night before. The metal was cold, and I gasped. Gerard kissed my forehead as it slid it in, and I gasped at how full I felt.
“God, that looks fuckin’ hot, Frankie.” He moaned, sitting back on his heels to admire his handiwork. I whimpered and wiggled my hips around, gasping as it brushed against my walls. Jesus. I saw him slide the small remote out of his pocket and smirked.
“Should we play with it a bit, Frankie?” he asked, his voice thick again, like it’d been earlier. I gasped and nodded. He leaned forward and pressed a small, surprisingly sweet kiss to my mouth.
“You know the word, sweetheart. I’ve heard these can get a bit…intense, so don’t keep going for my sake, okay?” he said, smiling softly. I kissed him again and nodded.
“Okay.” I murmured. He was still leaning over me when he turned it on, and I gasped and bucked my hips as I felt the cool metal vibrate inside me. It felt like nothing I’d ever felt before, and I was close to cumming completely untouched, and that was just on the low setting.
“G-gerard, please.” I panted, wiggling my hips.
“What’s up, sweetheart?”
“It’s gonna make me cum.” I gasped. He furrowed his eyebrows.
“Seriously?”
“Y-yes. It’s so – fuck – so good.” I moaned. He got up from the bed and rummaged around in his drawer, before approaching me with a cockring. I sobbed and tried to shift away from him, but he held my ankle.
“No, please, just let me cum.” I sobbed, scratching at his shoulders. He looked condescendingly at me.
“Why should I, baby? Have you earned it?” he asked. I noticed his finger twitch on the remote, and felt the plug vibrate more violently in my ass. Jesus, he was going to actually kill me.
“N-no. But I need to, please.” I begged, kicking out as he held my thighs down and slid the cockring onto my aching dick. He looked at me with sincerity.
“Wanna say the word?” he asked softly. I shook my head and he smiled, kissing my forehead. He kissed my thighs softly and I trembled underneath him, so desperate for some release.
“God, you’re so pretty like that, Frankie. All desperate and shaking.” He whispered. I laughed dryly.
“I thought you were the pretty one?”
“Not now, baby. Now it’s all you.” He said, biting my thigh lightly. I squirmed underneath him.
He pushed a button on the remote, and if I could have cum, I would have. Pure pleasure shot through me, followed by the ache of desperation and intensity that made tears swell in my eyes.
“Baby, it hurts. I need to cum, please.” I whined, tears falling down my cheeks.
“Mm, no. You’re so hot like this, honey. Can’t let you cum yet.” He whispered, pushing the button again.
It was too much, then. The pleasure coursing through me was far, far too intense. Add to that the sensitivity of my cock as it pulsed in the ring, and I was just in a lot of pain. I started crying desperately, needing some release so badly that it was actually hurting me. I couldn’t do this anymore.
“End.” I gasped.

The plug was out of me and on the floor before I knew what was happening, and his long fingers fumbled with the ring before casting that aside too. I felt warmth spread through me at how attentive he was as he pulled me lovingly into his arms, cradling me and sweeping my hair away from my eyes.
“Shh, angel, it’s okay. Are you alright?” he asked, pressing gentle kisses to my temples. I nodded.
“Yeah, it just…hurt. Too much. Too soon.” I breathed. He nodded slowly and kissed me gently.
“Sorry, I got carried away.” He said sheepishly. I laughed and traced his collarbones with my fingertips, making him sigh happily underneath me.
“You do that a lot. I don’t mind, though.” I said. He wrapped his arms around me more tightly, his fingertips grazing the skin under my shirt.
“Mmhm. You’re pretty.” He said.
“Not as pretty as you, princess.” I laughed. He squealed happily underneath me and kissed my head.
“I love that. Princess. Nobody’s called me that before.” He laughed. I raised an eyebrow.
“I find that hard to believe.” I teased. He sighed and rested his chin on my shoulder.
“Say it again.” He murmured.
“I love you, princess.” I smiled. He kissed my still grinning mouth, meeting me with a smile of his own.
“And I love you.”

We didn’t fuck that night. I wasn’t up for it after my buttplug related abuse, and Gerard was happy to respect that. We just laid there, naked, under the covers, touching eachother softly. I don’t mean that we were touching each other, either. We were just letting our fingers gently wander across the expanses of the other’s skin. My fingers sailed across his hips as his slid down my smooth arms. He’d stop occasionally to kiss me, and I’d return it with a smile.
“So beautiful, Frankie. You’ll stay beautiful for me, won’t you?” he smiled.
“If I can.” I sighed. He pulled me sleepily into his arms and kissed me lazily on the head.
“Nah, you’ll always be gorgeous. Guys like you never get old.” He murmured, pressing a final goodnight kiss on my shoulder as I wiggled back into his waiting arms.
I fell asleep to the sound of his chest rising and falling as he breathed, and the feeling of his warm, familiar arms wrapped around my stomach as his body curled around me.
He was perfect, and so was this.

Notes

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So, what do you guys think of Gerard's little 'suggestion'? Do you think Frank should let him watch while he gets it on with someone else? If so, who? Should it be with Mikey, or someone else (maybe a new character)? (You guys are the deciding vote on whether or not I write it!)