It's Not a Fashion Statement

franks pov
We dried off and got changed after the shower, then went downstairs to play video games and eat the cake Gerard made, which, by the way, was absolutely amazing.
The next few days were spent pretty much the same, just cuddles, TV and movies, eating… a lot of eating. Gerard’s taken me to a few restaurants; we even met up with Mikey one day.

I’m in bed now, just watching him sleep, his chest rising and falling slowly, his soft lips parted as he delicately breathes in and out.
I've been reflecting on so much recently; it’s like a hurricane of thoughts and emotions in my head. You know those days where you just think really deep into everything? Where you notice every little detail to whatever is going on? And then my head just messes up because I’m thinking too much, then I just get confused. It’s been one of those days. All I seem to be able to focus on is how much I’m completely in love with Gerard, and even that messes with my head. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get past the fact I, little Frank Iero, who got kicked out of his home because he sucked at life, is dating the Gerard way. How did someone so perfect as Gerard ever fall in love with a nobody like me? It does make me wonder at times, will this last? I don’t doubt our love, that I am certain of. Just sometimes I feel as though there is someone better for Gerard out there.

Not that I’d ever be able to let him go, in all honesty, I don’t think anyone could ever love Gerard more than I do, so even if he’d love them more, they wouldn’t be able to give him the same amount of love back, no more than how much I love him; that love just doesn’t exist.

Then again, I tell myself every day I can’t love him any more than I already do, but the next day it seems to happen.

See what I mean? My brain is just a pile of mush all about Gerard.

I glance over at the bedside clock; it reads 04.29 AM. I can’t sleep at all; my mind is too active to rest. I doubt I’ll get any sleep tonight. We go back to work tomorrow too, which kind of sucks. But the good thing is, I get my stupid cast off in a few days! Apparently, the break wasn’t that bad, so it only took a few weeks for it to heal. My stitches aren’t painful anymore, which is also really good, they’re just really gross. According to my doctor, it’s what they’re meant to look like, and within another week it should just be a scar and you won’t even be able to tell I had stitches there.

I rake my eyes over Gerard’s body, then up to his delicate, peaceful face. He looks so adorable when he sleeps. Even though he’s a no sleeping in shirt kind of guy, he always wraps himself up in the blankets as much as he can. His hair falls in front of his eyes and his lips part open. I just want to cuddle him really close and kiss him on the neck a hundred times, but that’ll wake him up and I don’t want to do that.

Gerard is probably one of the most deceiving people I’ve ever met, I remember hearing about him in the news, before I had met him, and he was known as a strict, rather rude, and sort of snobby-up his own ass world wide business figure, entrepreneur and designer.

I never expected for a moment he’d secretly be a really adorable human who loves to cuddle up to you, plays video games all night, bakes cakes. He’s so generous and loving, he’s always putting others first, he’s always doing really sweet things for me.
Maybe this is because he’s apparently ‘changed’ since he met me, which is what I’ve heard from a lot of people, but I feel as though Gerard’s always been a really sweet person, deep down. Just because I’m in his life doesn’t mean I changed his view and opinion on everything, he did that himself. I guess he could’ve been moody before, but I can tell he was never a bad or stuck up person.

Gerard suddenly stirs in his sleep, waking me from my trance.
His eyebrows furrow, his face no longer peaceful, in fact quite stressed. He turns over a few times, until he results in lying flat on his back and facing the ceiling.
I carefully watch him, his breathing picking up whilst beads of sweat start to trickle down his forehead. I should defiantly wake him up.

I gently shake him, watching his face turn even more pained.

“Gee, wake up honey-“ I sit up, shaking his shoulders and trying to get him to wake up, though nothing, apart from -what I think are- tears now gently running down his cheeks.
I try again, but all that seems to happen is he panics more. I do the only thing I can think of doing to wake him up without hurting him; I press my lips to his and kiss him hard. It feels like some sort of princess movie, that sleeping beauty or whatever where she’s in a coma or something for 100 years until a ‘true loves kiss’ or some shit. Or maybe that was snow white? I have barely any princess knowledge, but it’s what it feels like.
I run my hand through his hair, in an attempt to calm him, which I think works. I pull away, hoping to god that it worked, but then I’m suddenly pulled back down onto him. I guess it did work then.

He joins his lips to mine, kissing me slowly as I kiss back, his arms wrapping around my body as I run mine through his hair. I pull away, his eyes opening to meet my own.

“Are you okay?” I question, worried.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bad dream, thank you, though.” He says, tugging me into his chest and closing his eyes. Sometimes I feel like a teddy bear to Gee, the way he holds me into his body and the way he runs his hands up and down my sides as he drifts off to sleep. But maybe it’s just the fact I’m so much smaller than him, I don’t know.


“You should get some sleep. How long have you been up?” he suddenly asks, after five minutes. I thought he had gone back to sleep, so it makes me jump.
“All night.” I reply truthfully, as I feel his grip tighten around me.
“Baby, you should get some proper rest, we have work tomorrow, don’t forget,”
I smile and feel my heart flutter when he calls me baby. I love the pet names he gives me. It’s really sweet.
“Ok. I’ll try.”
-
He nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck, inhaling and rubbing up and down my hips, the only noise being our breathing and the crinkle of the sheets.
“mhm, morning baby,” Gerard practically moans, rolling on top of me, holding himself up above me, then lowering himself down onto my lips to kiss.
“I feel like we haven’t had sex in forever-“ he whispers into my ear after pulling away, his raspy morning voice going straight to my dick.

His hand gently traces up and down my jawline, as I feel his other hand slowly slide down my chest and into my boxers.
I moan when his hand comes into contact with my cock, sending a sensation all over my body. He’s right, we’ve done barely anything sexual in the last few weeks and I’m seriously starting to miss it. Apart from the odd hickey, hand job and the constant kissing, Gerard’s been reluctant to do anything because of my injuries. He told me that until my cast is off, he’s not doing anything more. But now, I think he’s finally giving in.

I whimper as his hand slides up and down my length slowly, when he then pulls back the sheets and the cold air hits me, causing me to moan out.

I feel a wetness around me, when I then realise it’s Gerard’s mouth. He swirls his tongue around, digging his tongue into the tip, then taking all of me into his mouth, and I can feel my head hit the back of his throat.
I thought that would’ve caused him to gag, but instead all he does is moan around my cock, sending vibrations through it.
“Oh fuck-“ I moan out, ridiculously loud, accidentally bucking my hips up.
Gerard just hums in response, bobbing up and down, occasionally stopping to lick the string of saliva around his mouth. He then takes his mouth off, replacing it with his hand, as he slides it up and down, squeezing at my base.
“Gee I’m gonna-“
I warn, as he picks his pace up and sits back on his knees, moaning along with his hand movement, even though I don’t understand how he’s getting that much pleasure out of this, I’m not even touching him.
“You look so hot, I think I’m going to cum just looking at you Frankie. Just go whenever, I don’t care,” he pants, speeding his hand up even more.
I suddenly shoot out ropes of the sticky liquid, going in his face, and fuck, is it the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Some of it sticks in his hair, the contrast of the white on the black shade making it stand out.
He licks his lips, swirling some of the liquid in his mouth, then swallowing, as he wipes some off his face with a finger and licks it off it, then going back for more and putting his finger in my mouth. In all honestly, I think it’s kind of weird the thought of tasting myself, but Gerard just makes it so much more appealing when he’s literally feeding it to me.
“Fuck, you just tasted yourself, if that’s not the hottest thing in existence I don’t know what is-“ he moans, wiping more off his face and tasting it in his mouth. I go along with him and decide to lick some off his face, causing him to whimper and start palming himself through his –already wet- boxers.
“Haven’t you already-?”
“Yeah,” he answers straight away, continuing to rub himself and whimper.
I take it as my job to take over, running up and down his huge length with my hand, his lips parting into a perfect ‘o’ shape as he repeatedly moans and whimpers, occasionally cursing.
“ugh… A-Are you kidding me?” he shouts, throwing his head back and whimpering some more, until he releases with a scream, covering my hand.
“fuck, I thought I was gonna go blind,” he moans, out of breath. He takes my hand and starts to lick off his load from between my fingers, and now I can understand how he felt when I did it.
He hungrily attaches our lips, sharing his cum-filled spit, whilst his thumbs rub my jawline.
He kneels up, pulling me up with him, grinding his hips into me, whilst his tongue explores my mouth, and his hands move around so now he’s tightly squeezing my ass.
“Someone’s desperate,” I joke, as we pull apart for air.
“I’m just so fucking horny, it’s been so long- shit work!” he suddenly jumps up, groaning in frustration.

He rushes around looking for a full suit and shirt, until he just decides on wearing a tight black button up shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans, which, in fact look incredible on him.
“Here put these on-“
He throws me a pair of black jeans and a white long sleeved shirt, as I quickly get changed, hopping around trying to pull my jeans up and then buttoning my shirt, but accidentally doing it wrong so it’s one button up from the hole it’s meant to be buttoned into.
“Gerard your hair is fucking filled with cum-“
He looks in the mirror and groans in frustration (for about the tenth time in the last two minutes) combing it out with his hands but it doesn’t make a difference. It’s greasy from all the sweat, extremely messy and un-even, and filled with cum. Basically, you can tell what we've been doing.
My hair doesn’t look too great either, it’s sweaty and messy, and we have no time to sort either of our awful hair malfunctions out.
My face looks awful today, I have huge bags under my eyes, and my skin is covered in grease too. I look over to Gerard and he looks pretty much the same, even though he still looks hot as hell.

“we look shit, here-“ he starts to rub some make up on my face, covering up my greasy skin and extreme bags. He adds a bit of eyeliner, but I flinch, so it smudges.
“Shit, we were meant to be there half an hour ago, we gotta go-“
“Gerard I didn’t even change my boxers-“
“Yeah, neither did I,”
“Won’t we smell?”
“Oh please it’s all over my fucking face. And like it’s the last time we’ll be doing this today-“
“Good point.”

-
I rush out of the door, hopping outside, but there’s no taxi or car there.
I look over and Gerard’s opening his garage, and beside him, is a fucking motorbike.
“No fucking way-“
“It’ll be quicker, plus I forgot to call Joe, and he’ll be an extra half an hour just getting here,”

He hands me a helmet, as I put it on and climb on behind him.
“Just hold on, okay?”
I latch my arms around him and he starts off, zooming down the driveway and then down the quiet road, onto the highway and then into busy New York. It’s amazing, even though I’m fucking cold, I sort of forget about that. I lean in closer to Gerard, as he swerves in between the jammed cars in the center of the busy city streets.

We pull up outside his building, as we both jump off, running inside. I look at my reflection in the big windows and I almost choke on my saliva because it’s so obvious what we were doing before we got here. My sleeves are rolled up, my shirt isn’t even on properly, my eyeliner is smudged, my hair is utter shit, and we stink. Especially Gerard.
“Lovely to see you Gerard, hope you had a good br-“ the receptionist cuts herself off when she looks up at us, our complete disaster, shocked.
“Mhm, yeah wonderful, thanks –“ Gerard smiles, rushing over to the elevator and hitting the buttons, jigging around as if he’s standing on hot coal.
“I know we’re late… but what’s up?” I ask confused why he’s like this. I mean, I know he has an important meeting with all his models, which we’re both late for. But I do think this is sort of weird behavior just for that.
“Your cock was digging into me the whole ride here-“
He whispers into my ear, just loud enough for only me to hear. Well, I hope it was only me who heard.

“Later, okay?” I whisper back, fighting the urge to slide my hand down his pants right this second.
“Mhm yeah. I won’t forget about that.”
-
We rush into the room, and his models (bar me, of course), are all sat around the table. I try to fix my shirt, but I just decide it’s no use and rush over to my seat, whilst Gerard rushes to the top of the table and to his seat.
“Okay, sorry I’m late guys,” he then continues, going through the various shoots that need to happen in the next two weeks, who will be photographing each person etc. Of course, Gerard has decided to photo me. That’s mostly because I’m a) his top model for this line, and b) because I’m guessing his intentions aren’t just to photograph.

I don’t really pay much attention, firstly because I’m not really interested, as ignorant as it sounds. Secondly, I’m too distracted by Gerard fucking gently touching himself under the table. Yes, I can see him.
His hand presses harder to his crotch as he involuntarily whimpers and I’m pretty sure all of the models heard and know what’s going on.
I notice them exchange glances with each other, when Gerard tries to cover up by saying he knocked the funny bone bit on his ankle on the chair leg. Yeah, really believable, when we could clearly all see his hand grasp around his balls through his jeans.
He finishes the meeting, quickly and briefly answering the questions thrown at him.
He’s the first to rush out of the room, pulling me along with him and nearly knocking over some other female model, as I apologise and cringe, shrugging my shoulders when her facial expression basically says, ‘what the fuck is up with him’.
Gerard pulls me into the elevator, hitting the seventeenth button for his floor.
He runs a hand through his already messy hair, biting his lip and then undoing his shirt’s top button.
I have a feeling we’re not gonna get anything we’re supposed to be doing done. This job is so easy for me, I guess that’s one of the many perks of getting to fuck your boss.

Notes

hm. yeah. what do you guys think?
i've been waiting so long to write the next chapter, asdfghjkl
okay, sorry, only one update today, but i guess it's sort of long. well average idk. sorry :/ i'LL UPDATE TOMORROW OKAY ILY ALL SO MUCH THANK YOU GUYS