It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish

Frank avoided Gerard for a whole week. He didn't want to seem clingy or desperate for him. It was only a date, nothing special. Maybe it was just an experiment. Besides, Gerard was busy and so was he. They had a job to do.

Frank walked done the hall, trying to act normal. He didn't feel like answering questions about why he was in such an oddly good mood. He rarely smiled and that would cause everyone to ask what had occured to make him so happy.

He entered the Ballpit and said, "Gerard, I got those copies printed off. Where do I put em?"

He was pushed into the door by two surprisingly strong hands and met by hazel eyes and a frown.

"Shit, Gee," Frank muttered. He pressed his hands into Gerard's chest and blushed. "Everything okay?"

"You've been avoiding me, Frankie," Gerard said in a deep voice. His teeth were gritted and his cherry-colored hair was rustled and messy. He looked pretty hot, to be honest.

"W-What are you talking about?" Frank asked. "I haven't. I've been a bit busy, that's all."

"Franklin, in case you forgot, I'm your boss. I know what you do every day when you show up." He glared. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"I don't want to seem like I'm obsessed with you," Frank muttered.

"You don't have to be such a little bitch about it," Gerard muttered. "I know you aren't stalking me like a horny school boy. But it wouldn't hurt if you'd look me in the eye or acknowledge my existence."

"I'm sorry," Frank said. He bit his lower lip and turned his face away.

Gerard stroked his dark hair and smiled. "It's okay." He kissed Frank's nose and moved down to his lips, biting and pulling at the plump flesh.

Frank's eyes fluttered shut and he moaned. His hands grabbed Gerard's shirt and pulled at it. "Gee...that feels so good."

"I can make it better, " Gerard muttered. He pulled Frank's jeans lightly, asking for permission to remove them. Frank shook his hips and grinded against Gerard's hands.

Gerard smiled and unbuttoned his jeans, slipping them down to his knees. He found a hard bulge pressing against Frank's underwear and rubbed lightly. Frank made a soft moan and whispered, "More, please."

Gerard kissed him and freed his erect penis from the fabric. He cupped his manhood with one hand and used the other to rub his back. Frank whined and grinded against the friction that he desired.

"Like that, baby boy?" Gerard asked.

"Y-yeah, " Frank muttered. "Oh fuck, I-I love you." He kissed Gerard deeply, bucking up with each touch he was offered.

"Love you too, Frankie," Gerard muttered. "Are you close yet?"

"M-more," Frank gasped.

Gerard stroked him nice and hard, making him groan and wither loudly. His back arched off the door and he yelped as he exploded in white spurts across Gerard's hand.

Gerard stroked him through the orgasm, making sure to get every last drop of his come. Frank leaned against him, barely able to stand.

"Was that good?" Gerard asked.

Frank nuzzled his neck and whispered, "Yeah. Very. So good." He kissed Gerard and gripped his hips, one hand rubbing at the front of his jeans. "Can I touch you?"

"Whenever you want, Frankie," Gerard promised.

Frank pulled out his thick length and pumped slowly, their eyes meeting. Gerard moaned and pushed against him. "F-faster," he moaned.

Frank kissed him and did as he wanted. Gerard got louder and his breathing quickened. "Almost there," Gerard muttered.

"Come for me, please," Frank beckoned.

Gerard sighed and came across Frank's hand, body jerking a bit with each rope of come. Frank made sure to get each drop of his semen before licking it away.

"You taste sweet," Frank muttered.

"Thank you," Gerard said.

They kissed softly, holding each other close and enjoying each other's presence.

There was a loud pounding on the door and Frank stumbled forward, falling on top of Gerard. "Shit!" he yelped.

They both rushed to fix their clothes and pretended to be working.

"Yo, Frankie!" Tay's voice cried out. "Have you seen my flash drive? It's shaped like a skull and is purple. I left it in the lounge. Seen it around?"

"Nope," Frank replied. "Not at all."

Tay sighed. "Goddamn. Pete!" They heard footsteps and her voice got softer as she walked away.

"What???" Pete whined.

Gerard blushed and looked at Frank. "Um...this is between us. No one needs to know, alright?"

"Okay," Frank muttered. "Why not?"

"Let's just say that they'd...you know what fanfics are?"

"Yeah."

"They'd create fanfics and fanart. It's not so pleasant. It's kinda creepy."

"Okay, okay. Sure."

Frank smiled and looked down. Fuck, whatever Gerard was doing to him, he didn't want it to stop.

Notes

So... there may be more smut. Maybe. If this didn't suck ass.