When No One's Looking

Frank and Gerard had always been close. While on tour, the pair often shared hotel beds together, as well as a bunk on the bus. No one really seemed to care, as the rest of the band knew that that was just how they were. It seemed like where ever one was, the other was always in tow. On stage, the way Gerard would often pull Frank over by his tie and kiss him would cause some heads to turn, but the guys knew it was just for the fans.
After a few days straight of shows and sleeping on the bus, the tour manager decided to give the boys a break. Tonight, they were staying in a hotel. As usual, they booked two rooms beside each other, and as usual, Gerard and Frank claimed one bed, leaving the other three to fend for themselves.
Pulling his suitcase into the room, Gerard tossed it onto the bed next to where Frank was sitting, rummaging through his own bag. “This thing gets heavier and heavier by the day.” Gerard chuckled,
“Probably because of all the damn jackets you carry with you.” Frank snorted, a smirk on his face. Rolling his eyes, Gerard sat down on the other side of his luggage and unzipped it. Pulling out not one, but three jackets he tossed them onto the floor. “Exactly my point.”
“Shut it.” Gerard held a hand up toward Frank's face. Lifting his arm, Frank entwined his fingers with Gerard's.
“Make me.” Before the raven-haired man had a chance to say anything in retort, Gerard's younger brother, Mikey, stepped into the suite he was sharing with the singer and guitarist. The two of them dropped their hands from the air where they had once lingered, and pulled them apart. Mikey raised his eyebrows in confusion, then shook his head, resting himself against the hotel's dresser.
After a quick thought and a shared look with Frank, Gerard shifted his gaze to his brother. “Hey, Mikey, can you do me a favour?” The older Way asked.
“Sure?” Mikey looked up from his phone.
“Run down to the lobby to see if we can get some more coffee for in the morning. You know you and I can drink four cups on our own.” Gerard offered a bit of a smile, as if to make his statement more genuine.
“'Kay.” The younger brother pocketed his phone after deciding that Gerard was right, and that more coffee would most definitely be needed.
Frank and Gerard watched as Mikey left the room, and once the door was closed, a smile formed on the singer's face.
Frank had an idea of what Gerard had in mind when he looked his way, but part of him still wanted to be absolutely sure. "Thought he'd never leave." He chuckled, looking back to the door, then locking eyes with the other man. "Now, where were we?"
Hazel eyes looked over Frank's face before Gerard brought a hand up to trace along his jawline. With an almost excited inhale, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the other's. Eyelids fluttered shut as the pale hand cupped the guitarist's cheek, all the while breathing in the other man's scent.
They'd shared many a kiss before, on stage in front of fans, but still more than most 'friends' would endure. However, this was different. Frank's arms slowly slipped around Gerard's shoulders, his expert guitarist's hands pulling his body closer to the singer's as his fingers tangled in those raven locks.
Starting to work a slow rhythm with their kisses, Gerard trailed his tongue along Frank's bottom lip, as if to ask for permission to enter. Frank's lips parted effortlessly for the older man, letting Gerard push his tongue inside. As their tongues danced together, Gerard's free hand worked it's way to Frank's hip, and with a little bit of force, he pushed him down onto the bed.
Gerard had always cared for Frank more than a friend probably should, and now, being able to express that without a care that prying eyes would be on them, he felt a freedom that he'd never felt before. Certainly, there had been many a-time where the singer longed to pin the shorter male against the nearest wall and do just what he was doing now, but to actually have the chance to do anything of the sort was just short of mind-blowing.
Dainty brows furrowed as Frank fell to the hotel bed, internally thankful that springs didn't creak. Truth be told, the guitarist had always wanted for something like this to happen, but they'd never had the opportunity until now. If Mikey or anyone were to be passing the room and heard their activities, it would be an understatement to claim simple embarrassment. Frank's hands worked their way down to Gerard's chest, smoothing over the other man's shirt before gripping it and pulling in an attempt to make them fall.
Being careful not to put all of his weight on the smaller man, Gerard's lips worked from Franks mouth to his jawline, down to his tattooed neck. He kissed and sucked along where the scorpions made their home on the guitarist's skin, occasionally pressing his teeth into the flesh. Earning a soft groan from him, Gerard smirked as he continued to work his magic there.
Every nip to his neck sent another small wave of pleasure through Frank's body, chills running down his spine as more and more of those small noises escaped his lips. The guitarist decided to show off his own magic with his fingers as they moved beneath the older man's shirt. He forced his nails against Gerard's back as he drug his hands down.
As Frank raked his painted nails down Gerard's skin, the older man tilted his head up; a moan escaping his lips as he let his eyes fall shut. “F-Frank..” He started, already starting to pant. “Can we take this further?” Gerard asked, almost forgetting about Mikey coming back entirely.
With parted lips and a bit of nervous tension, the smaller of the two men spent a moment of silent thought. Mikey would be back any minute.. But the tingling of anticipation affecting every one of his nerves could not be ignored. He wanted this, and he didn't care if anyone saw. "Yes.. please." He replied almost bashfully, smirking back to Gerard with longing eyes.
A hint of a smile played at Gerard's lips once Frank had given him the okay. He leaned up and started to work at his own red tie, and once it was no longer knotted, he tossed it carelessly behind him. Next came the buttons of his black dress shirt. About half way down his chest, he paused, looking down at Frank with a bit of panic in his eyes.
Though he didn't like to admit it, Gerard was very self-conscious about his stomach and the scars and stretch marks it had. When he was younger, he was often teased for being the chubby kid in the back of the class, and as he unbuttoned another button with trembling fingers, he hoped Frank wouldn't ridicule him...
Once Frank had noticed Gerard removing clothing, he did the same, slipping his t-shirt over his head and throwing it over the side of the bed. However, while he was fiddling with the fastenings of his jeans, he noticed the older man pause with the buttons of his shirt. Of course.. He knew about the singer's past struggles with weight, and how uncomfortable they were with revealing this much skin. With a gentle, reassuring smile, Frank leaned up to meet Gerard and placed his hands over the older man's. The guitarist's lips were nearly brushing the other man's as he spoke just above a whisper. "Let me.." Slowly, he began unbuttoning the remaining buttons on the black dress shirt, kissing over the newly exposed, pale flesh.
Though still nervous about letting Frank see him in this state, he knew to trust the younger man. As he worked at the last few buttons of his shirt, Gerard rest his hands on Frank's nude shoulders. Once the dress shirt was entirely unbuttoned, Gerard shrugged out of it, letting it fall onto the bed beside him.
Once Gerard was exposed to his tattooed hands, Frank allowed his fingers to trace the scars and stretchmarks that littered the other's skin. There was such beauty behind those imperfections, each one seemingly holding a story. As his hands so delicately moved over the older man's body, he leaned forward and took one of Gerard's nipples into his mouth; kissing and running his tongue over the sensitive bud.
The new sensation on his chest caused the singer to bite his lip and tilt his head back slightly. His hand went up to Frank's head, his long fingers running delicately over the blond and black locks. Already Gerard could feel the blood rushing downward as his arousal grew, and before long he knew he had to have some sort of release.
Trailing light kisses over the pale flesh of the older man, Frank repeated his actions on the other nipple. His hands soon moved down Gerard's abdomen, playfully dipping his fingers below the waistband of the pants. He could tell that the singer was already reeling, and that thought brought a smirk to his lips as he continued his attentions to Gerard's chest.
Frank continued to tease the singer as Gerard's groans grew louder. Down below, his hands started to work at the bat belt buckle that kept him from removing his slacks. Once the belt was unbuckled and slid off, he let Frank do the honors of unbuttoning and unzipping. Leaning away from the guitarist so that he may remove the last two articles of clothing, he slid the pants down his thighs, then sat down to slide them the rest of the way off. Within a matter of seconds, Gerard was entirely nude before Frank, and with a blush on his pale face, he started to tug at the other's jeans.
Placing his hands over Gerard's, Frank began to peel out of the skin-tight denim that had been holding his own arousal hostage. He allowed the other man to handle his jeans while he slipped his underwear down his legs after them. Finally, both men were completely naked and staring each other down. Green eyes met hazel as Frank waited in silence for Gerard to make his next move.
Taking all that Frank was and drinking it in, Gerard marveled at the tattooed man before him. He leaned forward, pressing another feverish, passionate kiss to Frank's lips as he pushed him down once more, this time crawling between the guitarist's naked legs. Gerard broke the kiss and leaned himself up just enough to where he could slide his hand down Frank's torso, trailing down past the tattoo of the winged 'And' that made up his 'Search And Destroy'. Taking hold of the man's stiffened member, Gerard began to pump slowly.
Frank's hips arched into the pale hand that stroked his cock, a soft moan escaping his lips. Waves upon waves of pleasure swelled him further, leading him to throb in Gerard's hand. His hands clenched on the bed covers as he braced himself to try and fight his release as long as possible.
Gerard could tell that Frank was coming close to his peak, and to prevent it from happening, he released his grip. “Put your legs up?” The request was more of a question than command, as he didn't want Frank to do anything he didn't feel comfortable with.
The guitarist gasped a bit in relief when his member was given a rest. Nodding in compliance, he lifted his legs as much as he could, though the muscles there were still a tad shaky.
Taking up Frank's ankles in his hands, Gerard rested them on his shoulders. Letting go of them, he then held his hand up to the younger man's lips. Hopefully, Frank would understand what he meant by the act.
At first, it seemed like a gesture telling him to be quiet, but Frank soon took the hint and arched a brow slightly. Parting his lips, he let his tongue gently run over the singer's fingers before taking them fully into his mouth. He continued to suck the middle and index fingers of the other man until he felt they were fully slicked up.
Just the feeling of Frank's tongue along Gerard's fingers was enough to make him shiver in anticipation. Once both fingers were entirely coated in saliva, Gerard slid them from the other's mouth and brought them down to the guitarist's entrance. “Ready?” He asked, his voice low and smooth.
Frank was nearly trembling with how much arousal was coursing through him. With a smirk and a nod, he directed his gaze back Gerard and teasingly wiggled his hips.
Gerard couldn't help but chuckle at Frank's actions. Once it had subsided, he slowly began to slide one finger into Frank's entrance. “Does that hurt?” He asked as he continued to press it in.
Since this was his first time doing anything like this, he was tense and had to bite his lip to muffle a small whimper of pain. In a tense tone, Frank responded with a breathy "Yeah.." But, with a few deep breaths, he started force his muscles to relax for Gerard's finger. "I-I think I'm good now." He reassured after a few seconds.
Though he was worried for his new-found lover, Gerard nodded and continued to press in to his knuckle. He then pulled it out just to the tip, and pushed it in again. After a good few seconds of this he looked to Frank's green eyes. “Can I add the second?”
Walking back down the hall with multiple packets of Coffee in his hands, Mikey was nearly to the room he was sharing with his brother and Frank. Whistling a familiar tune, the younger Way fished the key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock of the door. Turning the handle and removing the key, Mikey met a sight that he would never think he'd see. On the bed were Gerard and Frank, entirely nude. “Ger-.” He stopped. From what he could see, Gerard was finger-deep in Frank's ass, and as he quickly pivoted on his heel, coffee still in hand, Mikey silently walked over to Ray and Bob's room.
Catching the sound of their hotel room door opening and quickly closing, a deep blush dyed Frank's cheeks. Who had caught them like this? After he'd calmed his nerves and brought his gaze away from the door, he smiled reassuringly at Gerard. "Go ahead.." He murmured, not wanting to admit outright just how phenomenal Gerard's finger felt after he'd relaxed to accommodate it.
Gerard had heard the sound of the door as well, and after quickly turning his head just in time to see it close, he shrugged. Whomever it was was gone now, and that's all that mattered. The older male slid his finger out of Frank's entrance once more, this time to add his middle digit. Slowly, carefully, pressing it in, he heard the guitarist's breath hitch. “You okay?” He asked, biting his lip.
"I-I will be.." The younger man panted, focusing all of his energy to relaxing his muscles. It hurt.. by God, did it hurt.. But, if the first finger was any indication of how good it could feel by the time he was relaxed, he didn't want it to stop. "Keep going.."
Doing as Frank said, Gerard continued to push both fingers into him. Once they were entirely inserted, he stopped to judge the look on the other's face. After deciding that the pain must have subsided enough for Frank, he pulled the fingers out and slid them back in. Moments of this passed, just pulling and pushing slowly until Frank was fully accustomed to the feeling. “I'm gonna do something a little different now, alright?” Gerard cooed. Frank nodded, and with that, he started to scissor his fingers, as if to stretch the tight ring of muscle that surrounded him.
The work with Gerard's fingers had already worked a few soft pants and moans from Frank, even just from the relaxation of his muscles. Then came the further stretching and he let loose a whimper that made his hips roll. He craved friction, motion, anything to ease the tension in his body.
Once Gerard was certain that Frank was prepared enough for him, he slid his fingers from the other's body. He could have sworn he heard Frank cry out at the loss, making another chuckle rise in his throat. After spitting into his hand and working himself momentarily, Gerard leaned forward and pressed the tip of his cock against Frank's hole. “Tell me when.” He smirked, rubbing himself against him.
Frank shuddered slightly as he felt just how loose he had become from Gerard's efforts. As he felt the other's stiff head press against him, he groaned, biting his lip. Gripping the bed covers in his hands, he took a deep breath before opening his green portals and locking eyes with the singer. "Take me, Gerard." He answered.
That's all the hazel-eyed man needed to hear before he started pushing the head of his cock into Frank's entrance. The guitarist beneath him tensed up around him, and upon feeling this, Gerard leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the man's lips. “You're okay, Frank, just ease up a little.” He purred, pushing in further.
Frank nodded, inhaling as he started to relax his muscles to the best of his abilities. Tattooed hands went to rest on Gerard's shoulders as the got used to the intrusive feeling. Since this had never been done to him before, save for his own prodding around with his fingers when he was a teen, he didn't quite know what to expect.
After a moment or two longer, Gerard was finally all the way in. Frank's tight walls were warm and throbbing around him, causing his member to twitch. He questioned to see if Frank was alright with him moving, and after a few deep breaths and a soft kiss to Gerard's neck, the guitarist uttered a soft “mhmm.”
Bracing himself as Gerard began to slide his length out of him, Frank dropped one of his hands to the bed covers and gripped it softly. Gerard rolled his hips as he thrust back inside of the guitarist, hoping to brush the man's sensitive inner gland.
After a few more thrusts at that angle, Gerard had done just that, leaving Frank's head tilted back and a wide 'O' forming on his lips. “Wh-what was that?” He then asked, his cheeks flushed a deep red.
Gerard simply chuckled as he kissed the other man with as much passion as he could muster. “Found your 'g-spot'.” He commented as he continued to thrust in a slow, deep rhythm.
Moments passed as the two continued to moan out each other's name and to the gods above. As Gerard continued to thrust against the other's prostate, Frank could feel a tight coiling in his stomach. A few more thrusts like that and he would be coming.
“G-Gerard, I'm so close..” He panted, digging his nails into the bed covers and screwing his eyes shut.
The older male nodded as he, too, drew closer to his peak. “Fuck..” He groaned, burying his face in the space between Frank's neck and shoulder. Biting down on the soft, sweaty flesh there, Frank gasped aloud. Any second now and he'd have the release he'd been aching for.
“Ah..!” The guitarist cried out, spilling his seed out onto himself and Gerard's stomach. Feeling the way Frank's muscles contracted around him as he came sent the other over the edge as well, and after a few short, sharp thrusts, he too came, deep inside his lover.
Swallowing back and panting profusely, Frank pulled Gerard's face to his own. He then kissed him, unlike he'd ever kissed someone before. Gerard kissed back, then slipped himself out from the other's entrance. Lowering his legs from Gerard's shoulders, Frank wrapped his arms around the singer's torso and held him in a tight embrace.
“I love you, Frank.” Gerard admitted, his face red and sweaty.
“Love you too.” Frank smirked.
Gerard then pressed a soft kiss to the shorter man's temple and entwined their fingers as they lay there. Both men were exhausted but content, and as Frank listened to the sound of Gerard's breathing, he began to fall asleep. It wasn't long after that Gerard accompanied him in his slumber after a mere minute of watching Frank's chest rise and fall with his snores.
Yes, Gerard and Frank had always been close.

Notes

My first story on this website. I hope you all enjoy a little Ferard smut. :>