I Think I Like It

Gerard was in a really, really foul mood. Everyone could tell, but I think I was probably the only one, other than maybe Mikey, who actually knew why.
“God, you’re blowing this out of proportion.” I groaned on the car ride home after school.
“I’m almost fourty, Frank! That’s ancient! I’m almost middle-aged!” he whined.
“Oh, don’t be so over-dramatic. You still look like you’re in your twenties. Not only that, but you pick up guys and girls everywhere you go. That’s got to be a sign.” I said, nudging him.
“Yeah, but I’m like twice your age. That’s so gross.” He groaned. I didn’t mention that he was actually more than twice my age.
“No, it’s sexy.” I said, leaning in for a kiss, which he returned unenthusiastically.
“Well, whatever. I’m just gonna ignore it.” He said, putting his hands up in a surrender.
“And you think Mikey and I are just gonna let you do that? C’mon, Gee. It’s gonna be the first birthday Mikey’s been there for in three years. I said, batting my eyelashes. He sighed.
“God, you’re joining in on the guiltripping too, then?”
“Huh?”
“Mikey’s been using the coma card for the same reason.” He said. I beamed – great minds think alike.
“Well, see? C’mon, Gee. I really want you to have a good birthday.” I pouted, squeezing his hand. He sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair.
“Fine. Nothing massive though, okay? And don’t tell anyone. And don’t spend too much on me. Like, make me a card or suck my dick or something, okay? None of that fancy shit.” He grumbled. I laughed and pecked him softly on the lips, undoing my seatbelt.
“Gee, your birthday’s in like, three days. Do you really think I don’t already have your stuff?” I teased, sliding out of the car and slamming the door before he could argue with me, chuckling all the way back to my house.

I wasn’t lying, either. I had three main surprises planned for him (plus a few little extra things, but they weren’t really important) and I’d already sorted out two of them. The third, however, was still in the process of being arranged.
“Aw, c’mon Mikey!” I said, nudging him. It was the lunch break on the day before Gerard’s birthday (which, awkwardly, fell on a Wednesday, limiting the amount we could actually do because there was no way my Mom would let me sleep away on a school night. The joys of being 18, right?) and I met Mikey in the coffee shop. He chewed his lip.
“It’s not like you’re asking me to do something normal, Frank. This is fucking weird.”
“But it’s Gerard. Do you expect much else?”
“No. And I know it probably won’t be as bad as I’m imagining-“
“Gee, thanks.”
“But I just can’t get my head around it.” He shrugged.
“Dude, okay. You’re a straight dude, right? I’m a gay dude who really isn’t interested in you at all. No weirdness there, it’s just like acting.”
“Except for my brother jacking off in the corner.” He snapped.
“Okay. Fine, yes, that’ll be weird…but he won’t even be looking at you. It’s only ‘cause he trusts you. Please, Mikey.” I pleaded, grabbing his arm. He groaned.
“God, you’re not gonna let me say no, are you?”
“No.” I beamed.
“Fine. Shit, fine. The minute things get weird-“
“Yeah, whatever, you can leave. I just need you to help me get him-“
“Please stop. The less I have to think about it, the more likely it is that I’ll do it.” He sighed.
“You’re the best.” I beamed. He glared at me.
“I’ll buy you more coffee?” I said as a peace offering. He smiled and handed me his empty cup.
“A man after my own heart.” He sighed sarcastically.

That’s how it came that I was faced in my first lesson of the day with a very grumpy English teacher.
He’d already ruined one of the things I wanted to do, because when the clock hit midnight, he refused to answer his phone, choosing instead to wallow in self-pity than to answer a call from me. That was fine, he still had tonight to look forward to.
I felt a chill run up my thighs as I thought about it. Did I actually want to make out with Mikey Way? Not really. I did, however, very much enjoy the idea of Gerard watching me do it. The logistics of it were awkward, and we were still trying to find a way to do it so he’d know that we were doing it for his benefit and not ours, but that’d come naturally, I hoped.
“Frank?” Gerard snapped. I looked up and realized he’d asked me a question.
“Ah, sorry?”
“What do you believe is the overriding theme in Othello?” he asked. I smiled a little bit.
“Obsession, sir. I think it’s Othello’s initial obsession with Desdemona that makes it so easy for Iago to manipulate him.”
“Obsession or love?” Gerard challenged, raising an eyebrow. My smirk grew.
“Obsession, definitely.” I said, my eyes dark. He shot me a look that clearly said ‘fuck you’, and turned back to address the class.
“Okay. So, from what I gather, you guys are focusing mainly on-“
But for once, I wasn’t really listening. I felt his second surprise heavy and suddenly very awkward in my pocket. If he was really in this bad a mood, he probably wouldn’t want it, right? I ran my fingers across the velvet box and chewed my lip. He’d be mad because of the amount of money I’d spent, but it’s not like I was broke after it – I’d put money aside for his birthday a while ago. The bell rang in the middle of his sentence, which he let die as he realized that students were already getting out of their chairs and heading for the door. When the last student left, I walked over and sat on his desk.
“Watch my papers, dumbass.” He muttered. I sighed and leaned in for a kiss, and didn’t miss the small smile that crossed his face as he leaned in to return it.
“Happy Birthday.” I said with a grin. He groaned and leaned away from me, resting his hands on my thighs.
“God, don’t.” he sighed.
“I’ve gotta go to class, and I’m pretty sure your next class is gonna be here soon…” I said, jumping off the desk and taking a much more innocent position next to him.
“Okay.” He said, leaning in for another kiss.
“But first.”
“Oh no.”
“I wanted to give you this.” I said, thrusting the box into his hand. He chewed his lip.
“Frank, you didn’t have to-“
“Open it quickly, okay? It’s kinda…I wanna know what you think.” I said gently. He hesitated for only a second before opening the box, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw what was inside.
“Do you like it?” I asked. He chewed his lip and stared at it, and I got worried that maybe he hated it. It wasn’t really complex, just a dogtag necklace that I’d got imprinted with my fingerprint. I thought it’d be a nice gesture; that he could wear it in class and whatever and be able to touch me when he couldn’t actually touch me.
“Frankie, please don’t think I’m being ungrateful…” he began.
“Oh.”
“But did you get this from a mortuary?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I chuckled.
“Um. Yes.” I admitted, thinking back to the look on the man’s face when I’d requested it. He chuckled and slipped it around his neck, smiling softly at the way it hung just above his heart.
“I love it, sweetheart. Honestly, it’s beautiful. You couldn’t have got me anything more perfect. Thank you.” He sighed, pulling me down for a kiss.
“Good. I have to go, but ah, I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I smiled.
“You’re still coming over tonight, right?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.” I beamed.

I saw Gerard clutching the necklace throughout the entirety of our lunch break, and it made my heart swell, especially when he (probably not knowing I was watching him) brought the cool metal up to his lips and held it there for a moment, before dropping it back down. Someone said something to him that made him smile tight-lipped and nod politely, and I laughed. He glared at me from under his eyelashes, rolling his eyes.
“Happy Birthday Gee!” I mouthed to him. He sent me a not-so-subtle middle finger. I just smiled and shook my head, sending a quick text to Mikey to make sure we were still on for tonight, knowing he probably wouldn’t reply, because he was Mikey Way and replying to texts definitely wasn’t one of his strong points. I chewed slowly on the apple I was eating, trying to think of when the best time to give Gerard his next ‘surprise’ would be. I figured that walking into his next lesson and handing him the bag full of lingerie that was currently hidden amongst my school books might not be the best idea, but at the same time, if he was discreet, it could be pretty amusing.
Hell, it’d be even more amusing if he wasn’t.
Mikey had refused to come with me to choose the stuff, for obvious reasons, so I’d had to go to the store on my own. The women in the store were very kind and understanding, whispering to each other how cute I was, and how much of a good boyfriend I was. I didn’t, of course, tell them the gender of the person I was buying them for. With the help of a very sweet shop assistant, I picked out a set with a pink and black lace bra with a wide black bow at the top, and a sort of frilly pink and black skirt with a pink bow, and black suspenders hanging down, and another one with a corset that seemed to be made out of black PVC that flared out into a very short skirt with cute red frills just above the ass. My mouth actually watered when I imagined how hot he’d look in it. I also took the liberty of, while I was already there, buying some strawberry-flavoured lube, a small vibrator and (my personal favourite) a dildo that was – get this – made completely out of glass. The woman assured me that it was reinforced, and completely safe, and that it felt amazing. I blushed furiously as I bought everything, much to the amusement of the girls serving me.
Just to pack the final punch, though, I grabbed a few lipsticks in dark reds, purples and blacks, and a pot of black eyeshadow. Just in case my intentions weren’t clear enough.
I actually considered buying him heels to go with it all, but Mikey downright refused to tell me his shoe size, so I gave up.
He wasn’t looking at me when I looked up, and I chuckled under my breath. He had no fucking idea what I was about to hit him with.

I told Joe to tell our Math teacher that I’d gone to see the nurse, and he agreed without even questioning because hey, he was just a really great guy. I made a mental note to thank him for being so awesome. Hell, maybe I’d even tell him about Gerard.
I could hear him trying to shut his current class up, his voice grouchy and short, showing that he was still in a bad mood. I grinned and held the plain black bag (thank God for inconspicuousness) tightly in my hand. I knocked at the door, pushing it slightly open and peeking my head in. I could tell by the set of his shoulders and the frown that seemed to be painted on his face that he was definitely still pissed off, but his face stretched into a grin when he saw me.
“O-oh. Mr. Iero. Can I help you?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Yeah, um, I have that stuff you wanted me to bring you for the project?” I said, my voice high and innocent. He narrowed his eyes distrustingly at the back I thrust out to him.
“R-right. Well, thanks.” He said, snatching the bag from me. I didn’t move though, hesitating by the door. He chewed the side of his lip and opened the bag slightly, peeking inside. I watched the colour flood from his cheeks as he looked inside, his eyes almost bulging out of his head, and was unable to stop the grin from spreading across my face. He looked up and loosened his tie slightly, his face slightly regaining colour.
“Y-yes, that all seems to be in order. Thank you, Mr. Iero.” He said, nodding politely at me. I smirked at him and walked smoothly out of the room, a face-splitting grin on my cheeks.
I was just about to go into my classroom when my phone rang.
He was calling me.
Oh shit.
“U-um”
“What’s in the bag?” he asked urgently.
“Where are you?”
“Outside my class. They can’t hear me, don’t worry. What’s in the fucking bag?”
“Look and see.” I smiled.
“Frank, what the fuck did you get?” he asked, his voice high and desperate.
“Why don’t you just fucking look?”
“Because I don’t know what to expect. I’m guessing I can’t look at it now?”
“I wouldn’t recommend it.”
“Fuck you, dude.”
“I really need to get to class.” I sighed, peeking in the window. Nobody had noticed I was outside, which was good.
“Whatever. See you tonight.”
“Yep.” I said, hanging up, smiling mischievously as I slid into the classroom.
“Feeling better?” the teacher asked. I nodded.
“Yeah, I just got a bit-“
“No, it’s fine.” She said, smiling understandingly. She probably assumed I was having another one of my panic attacks. I sat down in my seat silently, smiling warmly at Joe. I thought about Gerard, probably glancing nervously at the bag as he spoke. I guessed that he wasn’t in a bad mood anymore, just frustrated because he wasn’t in control. That was good, at least I was making things interesting for him.
A quick glance under the table at my phone showed that Mikey, of course, still hadn’t replied. I bit my lip, suddenly very nervous. Of course Gerard would absolutely love it, especially after learning what I’d bought him, but I was still a bit dubious. I mean, fuck, it was Mikey for crying out loud. The guy was almost like a brother to me.
I pushed the thought away from my head because, ew, that was fucking gross to even consider.
It was then that he actually replied. I suppose he must have had a religious epiphany or something because, literally, the guy never replied to anything.

FROM: Mikey
(3:04pm)
Yep, all good on this end. Nervous though. When are you gonna be over?

TO: Mikey
(3:05pm)
Good. Yeah, me too. I’m coming over after school, so I’ll be there in like 20.

FROM: Mikey
(3:15pm)
Nah, I’ll drive you. Meet you outside in 10!

I sighed in relief and leaned back in my seat, not even attempting to pay attention, my eyes glaring at the clock, willing it to go faster.

I didn’t realize that I didn’t know what car Mikey drove until I reached the school gates and had to stand awkwardly, staring at each car in turn. His loud beep made it quite apparent that it was him, however, and I slid in.
“Hey Mikes.” I said, sliding my belt on. He smiled.
“S’up Frank.”
“So, Gee won’t be home for like, half an hour. That’s gives us, um, some time.” I said, shifting uncomfortably.
“Yeah, cool.” He said dismissively. I leaned back, staring as the road skimmed past us.
“I didn’t know you had a car.” I said suddenly.
“It’s a rental. Gee wants me to get used to driving again.”
“Right. So you don’t actually have a license?” I guessed. He beamed and nodded.
“Nope.” He said happily.
“So you could, in theory, kill me?”
“Yep. But I’ll try not to, ‘cause Gee would get all pissy if I murdered his boyfriend on his birthday.” He nodded.
“Not his boyfriend.” I sighed.
“Huh?”
“I’m not his-“
“Yeah, I heard you. That’s not true, is it?” he asked, genuinely confused.
“Um. I mean, he doesn’t refer to me as that. Like, he’s my boyfriend but I’m not his.” I said.
“What? That’s bullshit. He calls you his boyfriend all the time.” Mikey laughed. I raised my eyebrows.
“He does?”
“Um, yeah?He’s always like “hey, Mikes, my boyfriend is coming over after school” and stuff. Whenever he talks about you to like, Mom, he refers to you as “my boyfriend, Frank” or even just “boyfriend”. “
“He talks about me to your Mom?” I asked, alarmed.
“Well, duh.”
“And she knows that I’m-“
“A little twinkie teenager? Yes, she knows. She chewed him a new ass for that one, by the way.”
“Oh.”
“It’s fine. She wants to meet you now though. I doubt it’ll happen though.” He said, pulling into the driveway.
“Why?”
“Because she kind of doesn’t give a shit about Gee or I.” Mikey snorted. I decided it was best not to reply as I slid out of the car, following him to the frontdoor. He smiled a little.
“Did I make you uncomfortable?” he asked, opening the door. I shook my head.
“Ah, no. You’re fine. I’m just nervous.” I said. He nodded understandingly, grabbing my coat from me and dumping it on a chair with his. We kicked off our shoes, and sat on the sofa, looking awkwardly at each other.
He was the first to start laughing. It started out as a bubbly giggle, then slowly rose into hysterical laughter that had him doubled over. I couldn’t help but laugh too, my lungs hurting from the force of me laughing so hard.
“Oh God.” He laughed, wiping the tears from his face.
“This…is…so…ridiculous…” I gasped, laughter sending tremors through me.
“C’mon, dude, let’s just put a movie on. We’ll just let things happen as they happen.” Mikey smiled. I beamed back at him and agreed.
“Um, me and Gee have a, um, safeword.”
“Yeah, I know. End, right?” he said. I chewed my lip and giggled again.
“Yeah. Just making you aware.”
“I sleep in the room next to you guys. Trust me. I’m aware.” He sighed, rolling his eyes. I pressed my lips together, looking as the title screen for The Dark Knight flashed up on screen. Mikey took a seat next to me, stretching his legs out.
“Dude, you’re taking up the whole sofa.” I groaned.
“Um, that’s the point. We want Gee to sit there, right?” he said, gesturing to the armchair that was angled slightly towards the sofa.
“Good idea.” I beamed. Mikey nodded in a way that said “yeah, I know” and turned his attention to the TV.

Gerard walked in about half an hour into the movie, kissing my head softly and squeezing Mikey’s leg affectionately. Mikey and I shared a nervous smile.
“Did you open the bag?” I asked casually. Gerard shot me a look.
“Not yet. I was thinking it’d be best to do it later.” He said.
“Yeah, that’s probably best.” I said, smiling when he dropped into the armchair.
“Aw, awesome, Batman!” he said excitedly, turning his attention to the TV. I gave Mikey a meaningful look and he nodded, sitting up so we were sitting close, our thighs touching. My breath came heavy because, fuck, I was nervous. Mikey didn’t look much better.
“Are you sure?” I mouthed to him. He replied by putting a hand on my thigh. Oh God. If Gerard had noticed anything, he didn’t say anything. Mikey looked expectantly and I, with a quick glance at Gerard, nodded. Here we go.
His hand slid from my thigh to between my legs, his hand pressing softly against my crotch. I whimpered slightly louder than was necessary, and glanced up at Gerard. He was still looking at the TV – what a dork. I rolled my eyes, and Mikey smiled, clearly amused. He moved his hand roughly against me, rubbing me through my jeans. His hand was too soft and moved awkwardly, but fuck, I was getting hard. Not much, of course, but I was sure he could feel it. I let out a louder whimper this time and Gerard’s eyes flicked over to us. I knew I had to start really acting now. Mikey’s eyes were still focused on the Tv, but I let my head fall back, whimpering even more now, knowing that Gerard was watching. I heard a soft whine pour from his lips and I fought the urge to smile. Mikey’s hand was moving harder against me, faster, and fuck I was getting really hard really fast, just from knowing Gerard was fucking watching me.
“C’mere, Frankie.” Mikey whispered heavily, his hand curving around my neck. I turned towards him, chewing my lip as I placed my hands lightly on his hips. He hesitated for a moment, and then my lips were on his. His mouth wasn’t as soft as Gerard’s, nor was he as good a kisser, but I leaned into it anyway like it was the best damn kiss I’d ever had. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me into his lap, so I was straddling his legs. We were facing so our profiles were to Gerard, so he could see everything.
“Jesus…fuck…” Gerard breathed, the sound going straight to my cock. I gasped into Mikey’s mouth and leaned forward, pinning him against the arm of the sofa. He smirked a little against my lips and held my hips harder, pushing his cock (which, I was offended to feel, was only like semi-hard) up into me. I moaned loudly, bringing my hands up to tighten in his hair. He moaned and bucked up, and I had to wonder if it was real or not. I tried not to think about it too much as I slid my tongue into his mouth, my ass grinding down on him.
“Frank.” Gerard said softly. I sat up and looked back at him.
“Yes?”
“God, Frank.” He whispered, leaning back. I bit my lip and smiled. I wanted to say something really dirty, but I didn’t want to make this any more awkward for Mikey than it had to be, so I decided to save that for later. Gerard didn’t look like he was going to last much longer without touching me.
“Keep going, sweetheart. Let Daddy watch you.” He purred. I saw Mikey’s nose wrinkle and almost laughed. Instead, I just nodded and claimed Mikey’s mouth again, feeling his hands grip my ass. Gerard growled possessively, and I moaned involuntarily. I slid off of Mikey, turning away from him so I was on my hands and knees, facing Gerard who was looking at me with desperate, dark eyes. Mikey seemed to get what I wanted, because I felt his dick pressing against my ass not a moment later, grinding down into me, his hands rough on my sides. Gerard pressed his lips together, his hand twitching where it rested on his thigh. I sat up on my knees so my back was pressed firmly against Mikey’s stomach and claimed his mouth again. It was an awkward angle, but I knew it showed off my body, and it meant I could send Gerard seductive looks. One of Mikey’s hands held my throat, the other sliding down my chest and somach, before sliding over the bulge in my jeans. I moaned, letting my head fall back. He kissed my neck urgently as he slid my zipper down. Well, fuck. I dropped my eyes to Gerard who was palming himself heavily through his jeans, his legs spread out sinfully in front of him. God, he was desperate – that much was obvious. Mikey’s hand slid into my jeans, his hand closing over my cock, separated only by my boxers. Gerard’s hand moved faster and rougher against himself, his head falling back as he mewled, thrusting up into his hand. In a burst of confidence, I turned and pushed Mikey so he was on his back again, and lay between his legs, my hands sliding up and down his thighs. I looked into his eyes for consent, and he nodded shortly, and I pressed my lips against the hard line in his jeans. He let out a soft, jagged gasp as I mouthed his dick through his jeans, his hand tangling in my hair. I gripped his hips roughly as I moaned obscenely.
“F-fuck. Mikey, stop. I have to fuck him. God, I have to fuck him.” Gerard moaned brokenly. Mikey smiled and pushed me away from him gently.
“Have fun, kids.” He murmured, smiling and stepping away from me, walking upstairs like nothing had happened. I sat up on my knees, looking at a bewildered Gerard.
“Jesus, Frankie. God, you looked so beautiful.” He whispered. I chewed my lip.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. You weren’t here, and I was so hard for you.” I said innocently, rubbing myself to prove my point. He groaned and rolled his head back.
“God. Okay, it’s-fine. Fine. Take your clothes off and come sit on Daddy’s lap, sweetheart.” He moaned. I nodded and stripped slowly, my eyes never leaving his.
“Shit, Frank, you’re gonna kill me. Get over here.” He whispered desperately. I nodded and crawled over to him, wiggling my ass in the air as I climbed onto his lap. I immediately started kissing his neck urgently.
“Mm, Daddy, you taste so good.”
“You sure you don’t want me to bring Mikey back down here, honey?”
“No! No, please, I want you.” I gasped. He chuckled.
“Yeah, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you. All mine, angel. You’re all fucking mine.” He breathed, his breath ghosting over my skin, making me shiver. I could only moan in reply. He smiled and nuzzled his face into my neck, his hands moving down to slide my jeans down from my hips.
“You’ve been so bad, baby boy. Trying to fuck my little brother? That was dirty, honey.” He said, biting his lip.
“Sorry.” I whimpered, kicking my jeans and boxers away from me. His hands went to his own zipper, sliding it down lazily.
“No you’re not. Look how hard you are, sugar. You loved that, didn’t you?”
“No, Daddy, I promise.” I whimpered pathetically.
“Don’t lie to me, honey. Tell me the truth.” He murmured.
“I am!” I pleaded. He chewed his lip and tilted his head.
“Then why would you do that, Frankie? Unless you wanted me to see. Is that it? You wanted to show your Daddy what a pretty little whore you can be? Wanted me to watch you act all pretty for me?” he asked, his voice a dark purr. I nodded urgently.
“Oh, baby, I already know how pretty you are. So pretty when you’re bouncing on my cock, sugar.” He whispered, finally sliding his jeans down. I noticed with a start that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and he smiled mischievously at me.
“I was hoping I’d get a birthday present from you.” He said, smiling softly. I helped kick his pants off, and ground my ass against his cock.
“G-god, baby, go lie on the sofa, ass up.” He growled. I whimpered lightly and did as he asked, feeling his hand push my head down into the sofa. He moaned softly, pressing his lips against my entrance. I gasped and tried to roll my hips back onto him.
“That’s okay, honey, fuck yourself on my tongue. Get yourself all slicked up for me. Should’ve got Mikes to prep you up for me, shouldn’t I?” he chuckled.
“N-no, Daddy. Just want your tongue in my ass.” I gasped.
“Mmm. Or we could just use some of that lube you got me?” he asked softly. I gasped.
“I thought you didn’t look?” I asked. He smiled against my skin.
“I lied, sugar. You got me some very pretty things, Frankie.”
“I’m glad you liked them.” I said, my voice shaking.
“How about you talk to me while I eat your ass, hm? Tell me what you want to do with those pretty things.” He whispered, his tongue sliding into my ass again. I groaned.
“I-I want you t-to put on the b-lack dress. The PVC one, and God, Gee, you’re gonna look so pretty in it. The way it’s gonna cling to your hips and…fuck.”
“Mm, sounds good.” He breathed, sliding his tongue inside me. I moaned loudly.
“Y-yeah. Then I’ll f-fuck you on the vibrator, to get you all stretched out for me. Maybe you’ll suck my dick while you’re being stretched out.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I wanna do that.” He said, his voice heavy.
“And then I’ll take the um, the dildo. Y’know, the glass one, and I’ll fuck you with it, and then I’ll fuck you myself.” I said, my breath hitching.
“Yeah, Frankie?” he smiled, pulling away and sliding a finger into me. I writhed at his touch.
“Mm, yeah.”
“You sure like me looking all pretty for you, don’t you?” he smiled.
“You always look pretty, princess. My own little doll.” I smiled weakly as he slid another finger in. He bit his lip and batted his eyelashes at me.
“Y’know something, baby?”
“Hm? What?”
“I’ve fucked and been fucked by a lot of people.”
“Yeah.”
“But not one of them has ever made me feel as pretty as you do.” He smiled softly, pulling his fingers out and pressing his cock against me. I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as he slid into me.
“So tight, Frankie. Maybe I should ask Mikes to come and help me fuck you. Would you like that? Get my brother to suck you off while I fuck your tight little ass?”
“Mhm, yeah.” I groaned, not really paying attention to what he was asking. He chuckled and bit my neck, pushing in a little bit further.
“You wanna know why you want that, Frank?”
“Mm?”
“Because you’re a filthy little whore.” He spat, pushing in the rest of the way. I cried out and gripped the sofa.
“Yes, I know. I’m sorry.” I moaned, feeling him thrust into me. He buried his face in my shoulder as he pounded himself into me mercilessly, his breath coming heavy and loud, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body, his hair sticking to his face.
“God, you don’t know how pretty you looked, baby. So desperate for cock.” He grunted.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. God, I was so jealous.”
“Oh, I didn’t-“
“No. The good kind of jealous. The kind of jealous where I thought that my baby brother had better get his hands off of you so I can fuck you into my sofa.”
“Right.” I gasped, suddenly short of breath. He smiled tiredly and pulled my mouth in for a sloppy kiss. I felt my stomach coil and whimpered. I meant to warn him, but his mouth was insistent against mine, and before I knew it, I was cumming hard, my hands digging into his arms as I covered him in cum. He moaned, grabbing my thigh, and pushed into me roughly, burying his face into my chest and crying out as he finished inside me, his cock throbbing gently against the walls of my ass, now sore from friction burn.
“God.” I breathed as Gerard slipped out of me. He grinned and kissed me gently.
“Mm, my thoughts exactly.” He beamed.
“Do I really make you feel pretty?”
“Yeah, you do. Nobody’s ever noticed before that I really like being pretty. Y’know, dressing up and being called princess and all that stuff.”
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” I breathed, kissing him. He hummed happily.
“Come on, sweetheart, let me drive you home.” He sighed.

He’d barely even parked the car before Gerard leapt across the seat, pinning me to the door as he claimed my mouth, his tongue sliding past my lips.
“So, I guess that means you had a good birthday?” I gasped. He pulled back and laughed.
“Yeah, it was pretty good.” He said, biting his lip. I stroked his cheek gently.
“Good. I wanted to make it perfect.”
“You did. God, I’m so fucking lucky to have you, you know that? Wanted you for so fucking long.” He moaned. I kissed his forehead.
“Well, you have me now, don’t you? And I’m not going away from you ever again. I’m gonna stay right here with you, no matter what, and when we’re ready, we’re gonna run away together and get married, and get a fucking cat, and maybe even a couple kids, and I will love you then just as much as I love you now, which is more than any one person could ever love anything.” I said. He replied by kissing me.
“Yeah. I’m so lucky. God, I love you, Frank. I really, really love you. I’m sorry this isn’t easier.” He said, cupping my cheek.
“I don’t care. I wouldn’t change this for the world.” I said, kissing him one more time, lingering softly against his mouth.
“Mm, okay. Love you, sugar.”
“You too, princess.” I beamed. I slid out of the car, and was just about to shut the door when he leaned over.
“You know, maybe 38 won’t be that bad.” He smiled.

Notes

So, have I redeemed myself from all of the heartbreak I caused yet? :)

(P.s. I changed my little picture thing to my face so now you can all see the dumb face of the dumb writer who writes dumb Frerard stories!)