Barbed Wire Love

"I didn't notice until near the end of the raid" Gerard explained as they ate dinner a little later that day. "I freaked out and got Nathan to drive me back, but I was sure you wouldn't be here"

He looked back up to Frank and beamed. "But you were"

Frank noticed Gerard's smile. He'd barely seen it before; the majority of the time he looks serious, sarcastic or a little crazy. This smile was genuine, lighting up his whole face and making Frank smile back.

"Why would you think that? I thought you trusted me" Frank joked, trying to keep things light.

Gerard looked at him seriously, eyes searching. "I do"

-

Frank definitely noticed a lot more leverage over the next week. Gerard actually left all the doors unlocked now, but he didn't go out often. It was getting pretty cold out there, Frank could've sworn he's saw the first signs of snow. Gerard began lighting the fire, giving the living room that little bit of extra warmth. They cuddled up one night together in front of it, mugs of coffee and a large tartan rug big enough to cover them both. Around half way through one of the movies Frank lost interest and lay down across Gerard's lap, his hand sliding over Gerard's arm and coming to rest in his hair, petting and sliding his fingers through it affectionately. To anyone, it would seem like a simple, sweet scene with two boyfriends cuddled up on the couch. Even Frank seemed to have forgotten the reason he was here.

"Gerarddd" Frank whined, wrapping his arms around Gerard's waist and pulling himself closer. Gerard had just announced that he had to go out on "buisness" again tomorrow, leaving Frank alone the whole day.

"Frankiee" Gerard mocked, a small grin spreading across his face.

Frank pouted, making his bottom lip jut out. "Please don't leave me"

Gerard sighed and rolled his eyes. "You're making me out to be the bad guy here"

There was a moment of silence when the boys looked seriously at each other, before breaking into laughter.

"I think you know that you're the bad one" Frank chuckled.

Gerard smirked and remained quiet as Frank began playing with his hair again.

"...You know, you could come with us"

"Hm?"

"Come with us tomorrow... We'd have to get you decent clothes so people wouldn't recognise you though"

"I'm not sure your friends would like that"

"Who cares? I'm in charge"

Frank smiled slightly. "Alright then. You'd have to take care of me though"

"I'll keep you safe, baby" Gerard gently slid his arms around Frank and pulled him into a sitting position in his lap. Frank's heart gave a little flutter. As ironic as those words were, he couldn't help but feel comforted by them. No one's ever said anything like that to him before.

As if Frank were weightless, he secured Frank's legs around his waist and stood up, carrying him carefully up the stairs.

"Where are we going?" Frank asked, nuzzling himself into Gerard's neck.

"To find you some appropriate attire" Gerard grinned, then suddenly threw Frank down on the bed, causing him to squeal.

Gerard made his way over to the drawers, rifling through them and occasionally tossing some behind him.

"Right" he said eventually. "They're nothing special, just some spare stuff of mine. Might be a bit big, but you can try them on and see what you think"

Frank picked himself off the bed and gathered up the clothes. He undid the buttons on his jeans and pushed them down his thighs and off his legs. He used to get changed in the bathroom, but he didn't really see the point anymore, Gerard always changed in front of him anyway. Gerard stood with his back against the drawers, arms folded, eyes glittering.

"How do they fit?"

"They're pretty tight"

"Well, yeah. They're skinny jeans" Gerard rolled his eyes. "I like my jeans tight"

"I like your jeans tight too" Frank grinned and looked back down. "They're a little long on the legs, but I'll bunch them up, it'll be fine"

"That's fucking adorable. You can wear my jacket if you want, but your Misfits hoodie would work too"

"The leather jacket? I'll take the jacket, I'll fit into your gang better"

"If you say so" Gerard took the jacket off the hanger and tossed it over and Frank slid it on.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. You look hot"

"Thanks" Frank mumbled, looking down and tucking his hair behind his ear.

"No like, really hot. Sexy"

Frank looked back up to see Gerard slowly moving closer. He bit his lip, then pounced, knocking Frank down to the bed and shoving his mouth down onto his. Frank gave a little squeak of surprise and jerked, then quickly adjusted and melted against him. Frank could feel Gerard's fingers making little indentations on his skin as they dug into his hips, making him whimper. That should not feel so good.

Gerard broke away and rolled his hips down onto Frank's, looking straight into his eyes, exuding dominance. Frank moaned and bucked back, his eyes sliding closed at the sheer intensity of the feeling. He pressed his lips together, trying to hold back the string of whimpers and moans.

He felt a pair of soft lips brush against his pursed ones. "I want to fucking hear you. Moan again, you sound amazing"

Gerard's hands slowly slid over Franks jeans, pressing his palm against the bulge.

"Gerard, please?" Frank found himself asking, his voice strained and his hips trying to push his crotch harder into Gerard's hand.

"What do you want?"

"A-anything. I just need you to touch me"

Frank heard a small laugh escape from Gerard's lips, but he didn't care. He felt like he was going to explode with frustration if Gerard didn't give him some kind of relief. He could feel his own heart pounding away in his chest, the only thing he could think about was Gerard's hands. He heard a zipper, and then nearly screamed at the sensation of skin on skin contact.

"Fuck" he whimpered as he felt something hot and wet glide from the base to the tip. He dared open his eyes the slightest fraction to see Gerard looking back at him, his hand a fist around Frank's cock, his tongue sliding slowly over the head. He felt himself biting down hard on his lower lip because fuck, there are few things he'd seen before that were hotter than that.

"Shit- Gerard! " Frank practically screamed as Gerard broke eye contact, his mouth sinking down until Frank hit the back of his throat. Gerard didn't respond, continuing to slide smoothly over Frank's cock, not once gagging or faltering.

"G-Gee, I think I..." Frank put an unsure hand on his shoulder, but Gerard batted him away, using his hand to pump the base and suck gently at the tip.

Frank grasped the bedsheets on either side of him hard enough for his knuckles to turn white; merely because it was he only thing he could grab on to. Frank didn't exactly want to come straight down his throat, because that couldn't be particularly pleasant for Gerard, could it? But he was making Frank feel so good he wasn't sure if he could hold on much longer.

His breath coming out in short ragged breaths, Frank arched up into Gerard and came. He slumped back on the bed, closing his eyes and letting his chest slowly rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath. Come to think of it, why had Gerard put him in front of himself? He knows Gerard doesn't hate him, but surely he doesn't care about him enough to put Frank's needs ahead of his own? Who knows, maybe he just likes giving head.

Frank felt a light tickling sensation on his left hip. He lifted his head and opened his eyes. Gerard was idly tracing one of the inked birds with an index finger, his chin resting on his palm. He looked up to Frank and gave him a small smile.

"I take it you liked that?"

Frank blushed deeply and self consciously flattened the back of his hair. "Er- yeah. T-that was good. Really good. Do you want me to um... do you?"

Gerard rolled his eyes and smirked. "I thought you'd never ask. Yes, I'd appreciate that"
He rolled off Frank and scooted up the bed a little. He pulled him in for a kiss, and Frank could taste himself on Gerard's tongue, and he wasn't quite sure if that was kinda gross or just sinfully hot. He shuffled down and settled himself between Gerard's legs, hesitant.

"Have you done this before?" Gerard asked, watching Frank's movements.

"No" Frank admitted, shaking his head. "But you can tell me what you want me to do, right?"

Gerard smiled. "Yeah. Okay"

Notes

Was this chapter okay? I wasn't sure about it, it's been a while since I've written, I found it quite hard to do. Anyhoo, it's nice to be back. I've missed you.

-killjoybyname