What are you doing to me?

He took a deep breath before he said 'Why don't you ever touch me, Gerard? The only thing you've done to me was give me numerous amounts of hickies. And even then it was only that night- which was about 2 weeks ago. Just tell me, and don't leave anything out. I need to know'
I was taken back, a bit. Out of everything that was going on, this was his main focus. I was both a little hurt and relieved that he didn't bring up my parent's visit. 'I don't want to rush anything with you, that's all. I'm just worried that it'll bring back bad memories and give an episode.'
He shook his head, 'Don't worry about that. I haven't had an episode in months. It doesn't even affect me like it used to. You don't need to treat me like I'm a fragile child.'
He was right, of course. 'You're right, I'm sorry' I wrapped my arm around him. We were still laying in the bed, so it was rather difficult to hold him like I wanted to.
'S okay, I know you're just being cautious. But beside that, how are you feeling? And don't you dare tell me you're fine. I want the truth.'
There's no point in arguing with him. 'I'm sad and hurt, Frank. Really sad and hurt.' Now it was his turn to hold me. He shifted our positions so that his arms were around me and my head was on his chest. He pulled us into a sitting position, so that our backs were against the head board. He kissed my hair and told me to elaborate. 'Well, I mean, my parents haven't seen me since I was like 13. They show up 5 years later, when I'm trying to be happy, and remind me how bad I feel about myself sometimes. I didn't need a reminder of that, I really didn't, Frank. Now I'm back to feeling bad about myself and thinking I'm irrelevant.' I stopped talking to control my breathing, before I started crying again.
'I know, baby. But you aren't irrelevant- you're so relevant that everything around you is irrelevant. I know exactly what you're feeling right now, but just keep in mind that I'm here whenever you wanna talk or anything.' He planted a whole lot of butterfly kisses on the top of my head before adding, 'What did she say while I was kicking Don out? What did she say to make you cry so hard?' It was barely above a whisper.
'That nobody loved me, a-and that M-Mikey was only with-h me because he ha-has no oth-other choice' I started crying again. He made cooing noises and rocked me back and forth, like a mother would do to her distressed young child.
I calmed down about 5 minutes later, still in Frank's arms. He was so quiet that I thought he was silently agreeing with Donna, then he spoke. 'You know that is so beyond false. Mikey looks at you like a son would look at their father- full of love, admiration and pride. He doesn't even think of you as a brother, Gerard. He thinks of you as a father, a best friend, possibly even more than that. You're more than loved by everyone. Love and warmth raidiate off of you, anyone within 3 feet of you can't help but to be charmed by you.'
I leaned away from him a bit to look in his eyes, searching for any hints that he was lying to me- but found nothing but truth. I leaned in and sealed our lips together. It was messy and a little slimy for a few minutes, then he all of a sudden put his hands on my hips and deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and happily allowed him access to my mouth. His tounge slid in between my lips and probed my mouth, he shifted so that I was laying on top of him. My hands roamed down to the hem of his shirt and rugged lightly.
Once he got the hint, he broke the kiss and yanked the scratchy material off of his body. I did the same with my shirt, before remembering that my stretch marks were visible on my stomach. His eyes trailed down my naked torso and he studied all of my marks. He stared for so long that I was starting to get uncomfortable, he seemed to notice because his fingers trailed over a specific stretch mark. It was the longest and angriest looking one. He traced it lightly with his tongue. 'This one's my favorite.'
He kissed and licked his way back up my body before reconnecting our mouths. He hooked his thumbs on the inside of my jeans and gave a light tug, and then a more aggressive one. He continued yanking at my jeans until they eventually gave up the fight and let go of my body. Once my pants were off, he took his off, and then his boxers. He looked at me- his pupils full blown with lust. He kissed my navel before he dragged my boxers down with his teeth.
Now that we were both completely naked he pulled out the lube and a condom from the drawer next to the bed. His breaths started becoming labored, he was panting- if you will. 'Top or bottom?' I breathed out, getting harder and harder by the second.
'Kinda wanna fuck you, kinda wanna get fucked by you. You decide' he moaned out, dragging his hands up and down my thighs.
I ripped open the condom, and rolled it on his hard length. I laid down, with a pillow on my lower back, and looked up at him. 'Fuck me, Frankie'
He didn't hesitate to comply, coating 2 fingers in a generous amount of lube. He put his index finger in my entrance, pushing until he got through the ring of muscle that was on the inside. He pushed it back and forth until I gave him a signal to add his second finger. After the stinging had passed and pleasure took over I rasped 'Either your dick goes inside of me, or I'm coming like this.'
That caused him to laugh while he aligned himself with my entrance, pushing in slowly until he was buried inside of me fully. I haven't bottomed in a long time, so this burned really bad. I wrapped my legs around Frank's waist and moved a bit, trying to find a faster way to adjust. I adjusted fully to his rather large size after a minute or two and told him to move.
He thrusted in and out, before he kissed me hard on the lips. He broke the kiss, disappointingly, leaving my mouth alone and empty. He bit down on my neck and began sucking, pulling out almost all of the way before slamming right back in again. Right away he hit my prostate dead on, making me practically scream on the top of my lungs.
'Right fucking there, baby!' I continued yelling out a mix of profanities and his name.
'You like that, princess?' he asked looking me in the eyes.
'Princess? Seriously?' I barked out laughing, he joined in, still keeping his rhythm
He continued to slam into my postate until his hips snapped up and he yelled my name as he came inside of me. He pulled out after he rode out his high, tying the condom and throwing it in the trash. He kissed me sloppily on the lips
His hands trailed down until they reached my painful, throbbing, hard cock. He pumped me slowly at first, then hard and fast. His mouth was still connected to mine as he continued rubbing my member until I was cumming.
'Fuck, Frankie, fuck! So good, baby, so good!' I moaned into his mouth.
His mouth left mine and connected to the cum covered parts of my body, licking the cum off of me. I was breathing heavy, coming down from my own high.
He plopped down next to me and kissed me, tenderly this time, before yawning. I did the same and grabbed the blanket from being discarded on the ground, covering the both of our naked, sweaty bodies.
My arms were wrapped around him while he tangled our legs together. 'I love you, Frank' I sighed as I kissed his forehead
'I love you too. Can we take a nap now?' he asked, drowsiness leaking heavily into his voice.
I was already falling asleep, feeling completely blessed out.

Notes

* is gone for a long time and tries to make up for it in a poorly written, kind of boring, smutty chapter*
*also doesn't proof read anything and pretends everything's written perfectly*

- xo cellabrationaf

P.s. tell me how good/ bad the smut was?