It's Not a Fashion Statement
21
GERARDS POV
I sit watching frank move his hands around the guitar, as I listen to the sweet melody he somehow produces. His fingers move so fast, I don’t even see it happening. I know where I’d like those fingers that’s for sure… no, stop thinking like that Gerard!
Just because he’s now legally old enough doesn’t mean you’re aloud to have perverted thoughts! And it doesn’t mean he’d want to do anything like that either…
I brush that thought aside and continue to listen to the rhythm he creates. It’s mesmerising, it’s beautiful. I didn’t actually realise how good he is on guitar, I thought it was just a hobby, something he just liked to spend his spare time doing. But he is really good, like amazing actually. He must’ve spent hours practising, every day for years.
He finishes and I can’t do anything but sit in shock. I actually can’t believe how talented he is.
“sorry, it was a bit crappy, I haven’t played in a few months and I’m not that good and i-“
“I’ve never seen anyone play guitar as well as you,” I cut him off.
He blushes and tries to hide the huge smile plastered to his face, but it’s so obvious it’s there and he’s just too cute.
“I love it Gerard, I love it so much. I can’t believe you’d get me it i- ooh!”
Whilst he’s talking I slip my hand into his pants once again and he instantly moans out as soon as I gain contact. It’s quite funny actually. I don’t mean to be a cock tease, but I kind of want to keep this up until tonight.
I stroke his length a few times; when I decide he’s had enough for now and pull my hand out.
I smirk and walk out of the room, leaving him groaning in frustration.
“Ugh gerard… you’re so mean…”
I smile at myself and carry on up the stairs and into my room to get changed. I decide on black skinny jeans, a black shirt, a black tie, and a black waistcoat. I seem to have a theme going on today.
I look in the mirror and I have to admit, I love my hair like this. It’s been ages since I had it black. In fact, it’s been ages since I’ve worn all black. I like it though.
I add some hair products to make it thicker and adds volume, so it’s kind of messy. I roll the sleeves up on my black shirt and decide there’s something missing.
I apply the black eye shadow around under my eyes and in the creases of my eyelids. Looks good so far. I add a bit of eyeliner and mascara; I have to look my best for Frankie.
I take a final glance in the mirror. Nice.
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“Gerard, you always look amazing, but you look so freaking hot in that it’s literally unreal,”
I knew Frankie would like it. I had been planning on wearing this for a while now.
It’s also for the event, I didn’t want anything too fancy, but because I’m holding it, I need to look presentable enough.
All my staff are going to wear casual clothes, so I’m kind of sticking out wearing something this formal, even though it isn’t that formal.
Frankie’s wearing black skinny jeans and a tight fitting white, long sleeved shirt, and damn he looks good. But Frankie always looks good so…
Frankie is putting his guitar away, bending down to buckle up the case, giving me a very nice view of his ass in those very, very, very, tight fitting jeans. I creep up and gently smack his ass from behind, when he suddenly jumps and turns around in surprise. To be honest, it probably wasn’t as gentle as I intended.
I carry on walking past him like I didn’t do anything and he goes back down to finish buckling up the case. Of course, my eyes went straight back to his ass.
“I knew you were checking me out,”
I hear him say, as he approaches me and sits himself down on my lap.
“Don’t try to deny it,” he brings his hands up to mess with my hair, as he shuffles himself on my lap.
“Mhm… frank”
He brings his other leg round my waist and straddles me, grinding down on my hips. Of course, it feels fucking amazing and it creates a huge bulge in my own tight jeans.
“yes, baby?”
He undoes my top button and slides his warm calloused hand down my chest, rubbing around then bringing his other hand up from underneath my shirt and tickling my skin with that hand too, playing around with the waistband of my boxers.
He looks up at me through his long eyelashes and huge innocent eyes; he knows how much I love that.
He bites his lip and stays quiet, fiddling around with the waistband of my boxers; the occasional contact of his hand on my area and it sends a buzz throughout my body.
He starts undoing the other buttons that keep my shirt closed, and brings his other hand to mess with my hair again.
At the point now, my shirt is open and waistcoat is long gone, my tie hanging loosely around my neck. I’m laying into the leather sofa and Frankie is still innocently grinding on my lap, just not making it obvious. I know what he’s up to.
He keeps his eyes trained to the waistband of my boxers, still fiddling with the hem. He slides his finger from my boxers all the way up my chest and to my chin, his line of eyesight following until he meets my eyes again. He leans in for a kiss, but decides to miss my lips and move to my neck instead. He grabs my crotch and leads his mouth to my collarbone, as he gently starts sucking and his hand moves around my dick and it finally into my boxers.
“oh fuck…fuck…fuck,”
He gently starts to jerk me off, my jeans and boxers still around my waist, just his hand buried deep inside of them. He starts to bite down on the soft skin and I feel myself get closer, as he lets out a loud moan and pushes me on even further, to the point I only need a few more pumps and I’m gone.
Just when I feel myself about to reach he pulls his hand out of my pants and smirks, climbs off my lap and just walks off into the other room like nothing happened.
Fuck, I’m so close. Looks like I’m going to have to finish this off myself, it won’t be the same as Frankie biting down on my skin and pumping me, though.
I wrap my hand around my length and stroke it only three times more, and I instantly release and moan out, throwing my head back against the sofa.
I look over to the door and Frankie is standing there with a huge smirk on his face. Fucking-ugh, I should’ve seen that coming. It was my fault to be honest.
“You deserved that,”
This is not over.
Notes
let the cock tease games begin
sorry its short i've had stuff to do
full on smut soon so turn your air conditioning up kids
Literally a classic
5/8/19