Fruity Dream

My eyes slowly flutter open, the room dark and the air feeling hot and sticky. I roll my head to the side to see Gerard laying beside me, his outline just visible to me in the dim light filtering through the blinds, snoring softly as he manages to sleep through this unbearable heat. I roll over, shifting my body onto a cold part of the sheets that hasn't been tainted by my hot, sweaty body but the relief I feel only lasts a second before the fabric soaks up my body heat and I'm right back to feeling uncomfortable again. I lay there for another few minutes, kicking the covers off and squirming around but comfort and sleep continue to elude me so I climb out of bed and stumble over to the window, opening it further but there's no wind blowing through, the night being unbearably still so I turn and cross the room, turning the fan up higher as I leave to go downstairs for a cold drink. I stumble down the stairs and into the kitchen, the bottom level of the house not much cooler than upstairs and when I reach the kitchen I leave the light off, luckily not bumping into anything as I round the table and make my way to the fridge. I open the door and the dim light spills out across the floor, illuminating my bottom half along with the cold rush of air that escapes and I groan softly in relief as I bend down and reach in for the jug of cold water sitting on the shelf. I open the lid and bring the jug to my lips, deciding to just drink straight from it as Gerard isn't around to catch me. The second the cold water hits my tongue I feel like I'm in heaven, the cold liquid running down my throat and cooling me from the inside and after a few seconds I remove the jug from my lips, replacing the lid as I breathe a small sigh of relief. I bend down again to reach in and replace the jug when a clear plastic bag catches my eye. I sit the jug down and my hand drifts across towards it as my mind starts to wander places it shouldn't but they just look so tempting. The grapes are perfect, big, juicy and amazing and I feel my mouth water as I feel a familiar stirring in my lower stomach and when I look down I can see my dick is half hard in my boxers. I clench my eyes shut, the cold air from the fridge still blowing over me and making me feel even better as I try to calm myself down but all I can see behind my eyelids are the tempting grapes and I feel my resolve crumbling as I give in, my fingers venturing into the bag and plucking one perfect plump grape from the stem. I keep my eyes closed as I slowly bring the grape to my lips, gently rubbing it across them before I open them slightly and dart my tongue out for a taste, the cool, smooth surface sending shivers down my spine as I take it in and roll it around before squashing it against my tongue and as the flavour explodes against my tongue I feel my dick pulse, the blood rushing down and filling it up so it's almost painfully hard. I groan softly as I trail one hand down to palm myself through my boxers as I let the grape slide down my throat, my eyes finally opening and I slide my hand back up and into my boxers, wrapping my fingers around myself as I reach in with my other hand and pluck another grape, bringing it back and rubbing the cold fruit over my heated nipples, gasping softly as my other hand slides my boxers down enough to free my aching cock. I slowly roll the grape down my stomach, teasing myself until it reaches the base of my dick and I remove the hand holding it to rub the grape from the base up to the head and back again, my eyes slipping closed again as I let out another small whine while I continue to tease myself. After a few times I secure the grape against my dick, pressing down slightly until the grape splits and the cool, gooey insides explode over my swollen flesh and my eyes roll back in my head at the feeling before I break completely and I reach into the fridge and pluck a handful of grapes, holding them around my dick and squashing them against my flesh too, pieces dripping down onto my feet and the floor but I don't care, too far gone in the pleasure as I start to stroke myself, using the squashed grapes as lube and I reach back into the fridge with my free hand to grab another grape, sucking it into my mouth and playing with it with my tongue as I groan at the sensation shooting up my spine, my hand working faster and faster as the squashed grape makes the motion sound wet. I moan out, louder than i intended to and I bite down on my bottom lip, the grape in my mouth getting squashed as I hear a voice say "Frankie baby, you ok?" and my head snaps around to see Gerard standing in the doorway, his eyes still half closed and his hair a mess. "Fuck" I hiss out as I turn back to the fridge and Gerard rubs at his eyes before looking at me again and he realises what he's walked in on. "Oh Frankie, again?" He asks as he makes his way over to me and I feel my cheeks heat up as my head drops down and my hand stops moving. "I'm sorry.....I can't...I can't help it." "Hey, hey it's alright" Gerard says softly as he reaches out and gently cups my cheek, easing my head back up and pressing a soft kiss to my lips before he slowly sinks to his knees and leans in, darting his tongue out to lap at my grape covered head. "Mmm" he groans softly at the taste and as he leans in again his hand comes up and grabs my wrist, easing my hand away as he slides his mouth down over my length, his tongue lapping everywhere and cleaning up the sticky, tangy mess and I can't help myself as I throw my head back, groaning softly as Gerard works up a rhythm and starts blowing me fast and sloppy and a few seconds later I feel my boxers being tugged further down until they fall and pool around my feet and I shift my position, my legs opening up a little more so Gerard can play with my balls and I slump against the still open fridge while Gerard continues to work me with his mouth and just as I start to feel close I feel something cold being forced inside me and my eyes snap open as I realise Gerard just shoved a grape up my ass and I can't hold it back, cumming so hard I almost double over, Gerard swallowing all of it before standing and gently guiding me to turn around and once I'm bent over the kitchen table like he wants he kneels back down again and attaches his lips to my ass, licking teasingly before sealing his mouth to my hole and sucking, pulling the grape back out of me and when he stands back up I see him chewing, smiling at me as he says "I fucking love grapes" before grabbing my hand and leading me back upstairs where we fall into bed together, snuggling up close despite the heat as we fall back to sleep.

Notes

This fic is dedicated to @Neon Angel because she's amazing and didn't block contact with me when I came up with this idea : P
and @what now - I hope this will make you smile hun