My Theater Romance

Chapter Ten
The Friction In Frank’s Jeans

A/N: Holy shit I cannot believe I am writing this o.O if you know me irl please don’t read this I am fucking begging you. And if you do please notify me so I can move to Siberia, change my name, insurance company, fingerprints, and birth certificate, and become a hermit fisherwoman who never speaks except to say, “Fuck!” occasionally.

Smut warning.

Oh, Geesus. *buries face in hands*

Gerard packed an extra pair of jeans, boxers, and a t-shirt in his backpack, and then the bag Taylor had given him. It was Friday and he was sleeping over at Frank’s. He moved through the school day nervously, holding Frank’s hand under the table at lunch and kissing him when no one was looking.

Frank had gotten a new haircut – a mohawk dyed blonde on the sides – and it looked so fucking good on him, it just made Gerard more nervous.

Frank waited for him at the gates after school, and they walked to his house hand in hand, pausing to kiss in alleyways and generally being hormonal teenage boys.

“What was up with Mikey?” Frank asked as they reached his house, dumping their stuff by the door and devouring the brownies Frank’s mom had left on the kitchen counter before she left with a “Don’t stay up too late, I should be home before two a.m.”

“He was really drunk and… I dunno, I’m worried about him,” Gerard confessed as he fed Frank bites of brownie. “He stayed the night at his friend Lindsey’s house, but he’s really depressed and I just…”

Frank kissed him, squeezing his hand. “Don’t worry, I’m sure everything will be okay.”

“I need the bathroom,” Gerard announced faintly.

“Okay, I’ll be in my room,” Frank said, kissing him and padding away. Gerard grabbed his backpack and nervously made his way to the bathroom, first changing into the panties, shorts, and Judas Priest crop top and ballet flats (with some squeezing) and then nervously blotting and applying the lipstick (it only took two tries) and slowly putting on smoky gray eye shadow with gold at the crease. He looked in the mirror, chewing a breath mint and trying to steady his breathing.

Frank sat on his bed, staring at the wall blankly. Today hadn’t been such a good day – the Biebs and his main accomplish, Nash Grier, had caught him late to class and socked him in the stomach. He got Nash a good one in the nuts, although he was surprised Nash actually had nuts.

Gerard had seemed jumpy and slightly preoccupied, and he was worried about him. He hoped nothing was wrong.

Frank lit a cigarette and puffed, letting the ash fall on his mattress. Gerard was taking forever. He got up and turned on Motley Crue’s Dr. Feelgood, and then sat back down on his bed, inhaling more nicotine.

“Hey,” a voice said shyly, and Frank looked up, and oh god. There stood Gerard, in ballet flats and a crop top and a red lipstick smile, eyes covered in eye shadow and eyelashes coated in mascara and hair parted to the side with the bottom of it all flippy, and fucking booty shorts.

“Fuck…” it took all Frank’s willpower not to palm himself through his jeans.

Gerard walked in further, wiggling his hips flirtatiously, and damn did his butt look good in those shorts. “You said the other day you were feeling stressed, so I figured I’d help you…” Gerard stepped closer, reaching out a hand and trailing it through Frank’s hair, “… Loosen up.”

Frank dropped his cigarette from his lips and moaned.

“Oh look, you dropped something!” Gerard exclaimed in mock surprise, batting his eyelashes. “Here.” He bent down, ass in Frank’s face. “Let me get that for you.” He stayed down longer than necessary, wriggling his hips as he stood back up, and the only word running through Frank’s mind was fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

“Gerard…” Frank croaked. “Gee…”

“Awww, don’t worry, I’m not asking you to fuck me,” Gerard giggled, booty shorts coming dangerously near the proximity of the bulge in Frank’s jeans. “You’re stressed, though, and I thought…” with this, he straddled Frank’s lap, and Frank would’ve fucked the shit out of him there and then but he could barely think, let alone move. “I thought sucking you off might make you feel better.”

Gerard latched his hands around the back of Frank’s neck. Frank ran his hands down Gerard’s legs, and, “Fuck! Gerard, did you shave your legs?”

Gerard blushed. “Do you like it?”

Frank sighed long and low into Gerard’s hair. “You’re so beautiful, Gee. I love it. All of it.”

“Good.” Gerard smiled, stepping off of Frank and standing up, running a hand through his hair. “Did you know?” he whispered in Frank’s ear, “I’m even wearing panties.”

“Oh, shit!” Frank captured Gerard’s lips in a greedy kiss, hands running all over him as he dropped his cigarette on the carpet again.

Gerard pulled away and leaned down, grabbing Frank’s cigarette. “You know,” he mumbled with it between his lips, “You really ought to stop dropping these.”

The sight of Gerard with something between his lips, albeit a cigarette, made Frank let out a high-pitched whine. Gerard put the cigarette on his desk and returned, pushing Frank down so that he was lying on the bed with his head on the pillows, and straddled him again, holding his hands against the headboard. “So, Frankie…” Gerard drawled. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

Frank’s breath hitched. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“I think you’re lying.” Gerard smirked, the hair tucked behind his ear falling over one eye. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“You.” Frank whispered. “I’m thinking about you.”

“Oh, really?” Gerard asked innocently. “What about me?”

“How hard I wanna fuck your pretty little ass.”

A/N: Did I really just write that. Really. Really?

“Frankie!” Gerard gasped in mock surprise, holding a hand in front of his mouth. “You naughty boy!”

Frank whimpered slightly, bucking his hips upward, and Gerard sat up further as so not to let him. “’m sorry. Just telling the truth.”

Gerard sighed, blowing his hair out of his face. “Whatever will I do with you?” he asked, standing up and pacing the room. Frank mewled desperately.

“Gerard… please…”

“Please what?” Gerard asked, pausing his pacing and holding his hands on his hips.

“Suck me off, Gee.” Frank begged.

Gerard wiggled his hips gently. “Be patient, Frankie. And say please next time,” he chided. “Now.” He climbed back on top of Frank, this time not holding himself up, and Frank grunted at the friction in his jeans. A/N: If you caught that Fall Out Boy reference you are officially FOB af.

Gerard gently tugged Frank’s shirt, and Frank took that as incentive to yank it over his head and throw it into a corner. Gerard traced the tattoos on his chest that his mom had apparently let him get as a seventeenth birthday present, looking at how the birds ducked beneath the waistband of his pants and then running a finger over the top of them, causing Frank to shiver.

“You’re real pretty, y’know that Frankie? So pretty,” Gerard hummed contentedly, playing with his hair, and finally he kissed Frank, tongue sliding lazily between his lips. Frank kissed back urgently, all enthusiasm and no technique, hooking one hand in Gerard’s hair and sliding the other down to rest on Gerard’s booty shorts-clad ass, squeezing.

“Gee…” Frank moaned slightly. “Oh my god, Gee.”

Gerard stopped kissing him and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, moved down to trace the “Hope” tattoo with his tongue and the flame above it. Frank whined from deep in his throat, and when Gerard moved to the left bird tattoo and tugged his pants a little lower to get it all, Frank let out a series of moans that made it extremely hard for Gerard not to lose his shit.

Gerard slowly undid Frank’s belt, tugging it through the loops and then throwing it into the corner. He then moved a little lower, and after tracing the “and” between “search” and “destroy”, Gerard undid the button of Frank’s jeans and pulled the zipper down with his teeth. Frank let out a frantic mewl, and Gerard sat back up, grinding down on him and assuming a confused face. “Is there something wrong… Daddy?”

“Gerard…” Frank cried, letting out a moan, long and low. “Fuck!” He bucked his hips up into Gee’s, who smirked.

“You like it when I call you that, huh, Daddy?” Gerard asked, hair hanging in front of his face.

“Yeah…” Frank admitted breathily, running a hand through Gerard’s hair.

“I knew you did, Daddy.” Gerard smirked again. “You want me to blow you, huh?” Gerard’s hand snuck down into Frank’s pants, cupping Frank through his boxers.

“Mhm…” Frank threw his head back, and Gerard made short work of his neck, sucking and biting as Frank let out moans that would put a porn star to shame. “Please…”

“Please what?” Gerard asked, biting down hard on Frank’s shoulder. Frank cried out.

“Please suck me off, please…” Frank squeezed Gerard’s ass hard with both hands, pushing him down.

“Whatever you say, Daddy.” Gerard crawled lower, tugging Frank’s pants and boxers down.

A/N: What am I doing with my life pls send help…

“Mmm…” Gerard hummed and, burying his face in the dark curls at Frank’s base, took him in his mouth, and Frank buried his fingers in his hair, working them through as Gerard bobbed his head up and down, eyes never leaving Frank’s.

“Fuuuuuck…” Frank thrust forward and god, Gerard did not have a fuckin’ gag reflex at all.

Gerard let his fingers take over for his tongue for a minute. “You liking that, hmm?”

“Yeah…” Frank panted, pulling gently on Gerard’s hair.

“Oh, really?” Gerard’s fingers moved at an agonizingly slow pace. “I don’t think you are, Daddy.”

“I do!” Frank nearly sobbed. “I do!”

“Really?” Gerard’s lips moved closer. “’Cause I don’t hear you moaning.”

Frank let loose a series of loud moans, and as Gerard reattached his lips, he let loose another, not even faking it a bit. Soon he was coming down Gerard’s throat, and Gerard stood up. Frank hissed at the sight of Gerard standing there, his come dripping from his lips, mixing with the red lipstick, and Gerard smirked for the millionth time that day.

“I’m gonna go change,” Gerard announced, not-so-subtly licking his lips clean. Frank buried his face in his pillow.

Gerard emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later with no makeup on and his usual clothing. Frank had cleaned off his sheets and put his pants back on, but was walking around shirtless, much to Gerard’s pleasure.

“Hi.” Gerard came up behind Frank, hugging him and burying his face in the shorter boy’s shoulder. “I can't believe I just did that.”

Frank grinned. “That was hot as fuck. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

“No,” said Gerard truthfully, yawning a bit from staying up so late last night and reading the WikiHow article on how to give a blowjob over and over.

“Well, it was hot. Really, really fucking hot. And…”

“Yeah?” Gerard asked eagerly.

Frank purred into his shoulder. “I like being called Daddy.”

“Good,” Gerard giggled. “Can we cuddle and watch cheesy horror movies now like you promised?”

A/N: What have I done?
Also, I haven't written smut so far as I can remember, so sorry if it really sucks. Please comment your opinion as I am looking to improve.

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