I was slammed against the front door, Gerard’s hot lips on mine, his body strongly pressing against me, his hardened member pressing against my thigh. I moaned in to his mouth, earning a smirk from him, before he tore of my shirt, letting it fall to the ground in two pieces. For a second he removed his lips, taking a lustful look at me. When I felt his eyes on me, I blushed, averting my eyes away from him. I wondered what he saw, how he saw me through his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful” he breathed out, his hands sliding to my hipbones. I still refused to look up at him, instead I looked down at my rundown Converses. Gerard took my chin in his hand, lifting my look up so our eyes met.
“You’re beautiful” he repeated: “Never let anyone tell you differently”
He softly smiled, then pulled me in to a gentle kiss.
His hands moved down from my hipbones to my belt. Without any hesitation he undid it, pausing for a moment before unzipping my jeans. As he did so, I undid the buttons of his dark blue shirt, almost ripping them apart and pulling the shirt of his shoulders. I ran my hands down his chest, to his stomach that wasn’t completely flat, but I didn’t mind. He was so beautiful! So fucking beautiful.
“Let’s go upstairs, shall we” he hummed in to my ear. I nodded, moving my lips to his neck, leaving small bits along the trail my lips left behind.
“I need you” Gerard moaned out, throwing his head back.
“I need you the fuck now!”
Swiftly he picked me up bridal style, crashing his lips back to mine and without parting, he carried me upstairs. I held on tightly to his neck, pulling myself as close to him as I possible could, feeling his warm skin against mine.
He basically threw me on the bed, closing the door with his leg, then climbed on top of me, immediately beginning to palm my now completely hardened bulge.
“Oh, fuck Gee...” I moan out, pulling away from his lips, eyes still closed, as all my senses concentrated on the pleasurable feeling he was giving me with his hand.
“You like that sweetheart?” he purred, pressing even harder.
“Just... Fuck!” I gasped out, having just enough strength in me to reach for his pants and unzip them and with his help pulled them down, leaving Gerard only in blood red boxers, which exposed the curves of his length pretty well. And by the looks of it, IT was pretty huge. Gerard pushed of me, kneeling down on both his knees, giving me a clear view of his gorgeous body.
I bit my lip, my eyes travelling up and down this beautiful man before me; his bright red hair dropping in front of his eyes, that seductive half smile curving his perfect soft, pinkish lips, his broad shoulders and his muscular, veiny arms, his perfect chest and stomach, which only now had I noticed had multiple scars all over, mostly on the sides. Some of them must of been deep, because those scars were much pinker then the rest and bigger as well. I wondered what must have happened to him that he did that to himself... But I am not the one to judge! I have my own scars, quite visible ones, on my arm from the suicide attempt and Gerard hasn’t mentioned them once.
“What is it?” he shyly asked, a light blush feeling his cheeks and a nervous smile playing on his lips.
“It’s just... You’re so beautiful baby. So perfect” I breathed out, making contact with his hazel eyes.
I sat up straight, taking him by his hips, giving him a couple kissed on his stomach, especially where the scars were, in my own way saying that it’s okay to have them, that I still think his beautiful. Gerard tangled his fingers in my hair, quietly moaning as my lips travelled lower and lower, until I got to the elastic edge of his boxers. I stopped for a moment, thinking what I was about to do.
To be honest, I’ve never gone further that a kiss, so doing what I was going to do, was completely new to me and I was really nervous. But mostly I just hope I wouldn’t screw it up or come off as completely inexperienced. Gerard encouraged me by gently pressing on my head, his fingers still messing around with my hair.
I grabbed the red elastic with my teeth and pulled his boxers off, – with some help with my hands – his erected length springing free. I was right. It was huge and I wasn’t being cliché or anything, but I have seen enough gay porn to know when a dick is big and his was most definitely big.
Gerard released a slight moan as the colder air hit his erected member. I smirked nervously, only hoping Gerard wouldn’t notice, then slowly pulled his length in to my mouth. I knew if I would to deep throat him I would chock so bad, but I knew how much he’d enjoy that, so I had to at least try.
I started by playing around with the tip, gently sucking, occasionally licking his entire length, just to hear him moan loader and gasp. Then I slowly took more and more of him in to my mouth, bobbing back and forth, first slowly, then faster and faster, sucking harder. Soon I didn’t have to do anything but suck him off, because his hands took control over my movements over his thick cock. Every time he pushed himself back inside my mouth he went deeper, every time faster, until he was deep throating me and what was the biggest surprise... I didn’t chock at all! Maybe I have no gag reflex which will probably come in handy with Gee.
As Gee pumped himself in to my mouth, I moved my hands from his hips to his firm, tight ass and squeezed it hard, burring my fingers in to the soft flesh, thus pulling him even deeper inside me.
“Oh... Fuck... Frankie... Fuck!” he moaned out and before I knew it, he pulled out of me, and removed my pants and boxer at the same time, throwing them on the floor. He leaned down to me, holding three fingers before me.
“Suck” he ordered. I took all three of his fingers and placed them inside my mouth, coating them in my saliva, moaning seductively whilst doing it, keeping complete eye contact with Gee’s lust blown eyes. He whimpered as he watched me suck on his fingers.
When I was finished, his now saliva coated fingers moved down my body, running slowly over my completely hardened member, a moan of pleasure escaping my lips, then I felt them gently pressing against my hole.
“Tell me if this hurt” he purred. My eyes flew open as I felt his middle finger slip inside me.
It was an amazing, yet slightly painful feeling that was completely new to me and I wanted to feel more of it.
“More...” I breathed out, my hands grasping to the white sheets. Gerard smirked seductively, granting me my wish and adding his index finger, pushing deep inside me, making me moan loudly. If this felt so good now – minus the occasional pinches of pain – I could barely imagine how it would feel when his thick dick will be pumping inside me.
“You like that sweetheart? He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“Mhm” I moaned, arching my back as he scissored inside me, stretching me up.
“Mmm, so tight sweetheart. So fucking tight for me” Gerard purred, thrusting inside me again.
“Baby... I need, I need you” I gasped, almost yelled out.
“Say it Frankie, I need you to say it!” he demanded, his breath warm against my skin. He began biting down on my neck, leaving numerous love bites behind.
“I need you to fuck me! Now, Gerard!” I screamed out, pulling his lips to mine, combining the two in a lustful hasty kiss, with my tongue taking over. In the heat of the moment, I bit his lower lip, forcing blood to drip from it. Gerard pulled away, reaching inside the drawer of his nightstand, taking out a bottle of a light pinkish substance. He squeezed a considerable amount of the thick substance on to his hand, then coated his length in it; just watching him do so made my dick twitch and Gerard of course noticed it, which led to him smiling playfully.
“Ready?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.
“Yes...” I breathed out, placing my hand on the back of Gerard’s neck, pulling his lips to mine. At the same time I felt the tip of his manhood pressing against my entrance and without another warning, he slowly pushed inside.
Our lips parted as I gasped, feeling how my muscles tightened around his length as he passed the first rings of muscles.
“You okay?” he quietly asked, stopping for a moment.
“Yeah, it hurts a little though” I confessed.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m gonna make you feel so good” he purred, then began pushing deeper inside. He began pumping slowly at first, letting me adjust to the feeling, and it hurt, but not for long. He began thrusting faster and just as I got used to it, he hit my prostate, which made me moan out in pleasure, my back arching up and my mouth forming a perfectly shaped ‘o’.
“God, Frankie you’re so tight” he panted, proceeding to pump inside me, hitting my sweet spot every single time, sending me in to an ecstasy filled daze.
“Oh, god, Gee” I moaned out, a little louder then intended. Thank God no one else was home.
“That’s it! Let’s me hear you sweetheart! Let me hear you shout my name!” he panted, picking up his face, thrusting deeper each time.
“Fuck! Gerard, oh fuck!” I felt this knot forming in the pit of my stomach, and I knew I won’t last much longer. I wrapped my fingers around my still completely hardened dick and started pumping at the same speed as Gerard was fucking me.
“Frankie... Fuck... I’m close” panted Gerard, his thrust becoming sloppy and uneven, only moments later filling me up with the warm liquid. He released something close to an animalistic moan, coming in to his big finish and that sent me over the edge. I coated my hand and stomach in strings of warm, thick substance.
Gerard pulled out of me, flopping down next to me, both of us heavily breathing. I tried wrapping my head around what had just happened. I had just lost my virginity, in a way. I just had amazing sex with the man I love.
“You okay sweetheart?” quietly asked Gerard. I turned my head to him, seeing him turned on to his side, his head softly resting on the white pillow, a lock of hair falling on his face and a small smile curving his lips. I rolled to my side, facing the beautiful man lying next to me and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer in to his embrace.
“I’m amazing, perfect actually” I grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked in worry, just like the second day of us knowing each other (also the day I fell in love with this amazing man), when he saw my bruises.
“No, Gee you could never hurt me” I assured him with a smile on my face. He smiled back, pulling me even closer to his warm, sweaty body. I leaned my head on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart.
“So, was this make-up sex?” I giggled in to his chest.
“Fuck no! Your first time is definitely not make-up sex. Might not have been making love, but it definitely wasn’t make-up sex” he said, kissing me on top of my head.
“How did you know it was my first time?” I frowned.
“It might have slipped out of Gina’s mouth last week” he chuckled. I am going to kill that girl!
My eyes travelled down his body, stopping at the light pink scars marking most of his stomach. There were so many of them. Some small and some big, deep and shallow, some more visible then others.
But even though he had them, so many of them, he was still beautiful, he was still the amazing man that I loved with all of my heart. I wanted to let him know that I didn’t care that he had them, because even though he didn’t say anything, I knew that subconsciously he was embarrassed by them, that he wished they weren’t there as a reminder of the moments he felt the weakest, I knew that, because I felt the same about my own scars. Each time I looked at them, I remembered that day, how fucked up I felt, how weak and unwanted.
I glided my hand down the side of his body, stopping at the first scar that was one of the most visible, gently running my fingers over it. I looked up at him, meeting his hazel eyes, that for the most part radiated happiness, but there was a small speck of sadness in them, because of my action.
“You’re so beautiful baby” I told him, running my hand across all the scars. He smiled sadly, but remained quiet.
“You wanna take a shower?” he asked when the silence began to feel awkward.
“Sure” I smiled. We kissed one more time, before slipping in to the bathroom. While the water was getting warmed up, we made out some more, gently exploring each others bodies some more. Then we stepped inside the shower, hot water running down our bodies, washing away the cum of my body and sweat from both of our bodies. It was really nice.
After the shower we got dressed again and Gee offered to make coffee. While he was making coffee, I ran to his car to get the gorgeous guitar he had gotten me, wanting to try it out.
I knew Mikey had an amplifier somewhere in his room, he had mentioned playing bass once at Support Group. I placed the guitar that was still in its case, on the couch, then ran up to Mikey’s room. I was sure he wouldn’t mind!
I looked around his room, only to find it stuffed inside his closet, under a pile of cloths. I dragged it downstairs, plugging the guitar and amplifier together, then placed the guitar strap around my shoulder.
“What’re gonna play for me sweetheart?” a smiling Gerard emerged from the kitchen with two cups coffee in his hands.
“I don’t know, I just want to full around with it, that’s all” I said, taking the guitar pick Gina had gotten me for my birthday out of my pockets, running across the strings with its tip. A quiet sound emerged from the amplifier, sending a shiver down my back; It was such a beautiful sound. Gerard sat down on the couch, placing my cup on the coffee table, sipping in his own and watching me with anticipation. The simplest songs I knew were Knocking On Heaven’s Door by Guns N’ Roses and American Idiot by Green Day, but I didn’t want my first time playing this guitar to be something simple, I honestly wanted to impress Gerard. Then this song from The Misfits came to my mind. It’s titled Dig Up Her Bones and it’s not a romantic song, it isn’t a slow song or anything like that, but it just popped in to my head and I knew Gee would like it, ‘cause I knew he liked the Misfits.
It took my fingers a brief second to remember how to play, but once I got hold of it, it sounded like pure perfection, admitted it would have sounded better with a bass and drums, but nevertheless, it was a beautiful sound.
I took Gerard a while to figure out which song it was, but when it snapped in his brain, his face lit up like a Christmas tree and he started to silently singing along, getting each and every word completely right.
“Point me to the sky above,
I can’t get there on my own,
Point me to the graveyard,
Dig up her bones!” he sang the cores. I was so amazed by his voice, I almost stopped playing, forgetting about everything. His voice was angelical, but his singing voice... It... It was like a gift from some higher power. I finished playing, still looking at him wide eyed, trying to process the beautiful sound of his singing. He took a sip of coffee, then looked up at me, immediately blushing a deep shade of red.
“Sorry, I know I’m not that good” he said, now focusing his look on the yellow and blue coffee mug.
“Are you kidding me?” I gasped, not really understanding how he could say something like that.
“What?” he looked back at me, bewildered.
“Gee, your voice is amazing! Your singing is perfection!” I exclaimed, taking the guitar strap off my shoulder and playing the guitar on the side.
“You’re just saying that” he said, trying to avoid my look. I cupped his cheek, gently guiding his eyes to mine until they met.
“No, I’m serious. You can really sing, and it’s amazing” I said with an encouraging smile. Then I kissed him, trying to portray the meaning of my words.
“I love you Frankie” he then whispered when we pulled away.
“I love you too Gee” I whispered back, entwining our fingers and pulling him to in my embrace. That’s how we spent our day, curled up together on the couch with cups of coffee, covered by a warm blanket and watching TV, with occasional kisses.
“Hey, Frankie?” Gee asked midway through an episode of Grey’s Anatomy, which we were watching on FOX Life.
“Yeah, babe?” I asked, looking up at him, meeting his hazel eyes that reflected the TV screen.
“So, Mikey’s having his eye surgery on Wednesday. Will you come with me, for you know support? I know I’m not the one losing my eye sight, but-“
“I know, and I of course I’ll come” I interrupted him.
“I would be going anyways, either with you or Gina” I added, kissing him on the cheek.

“Thank you” he mouthed out, then returned his attention to the screen. I watched him for a moment longer, trying to up together in my head that his man, that Gerard Way was actually mine. I smiled to myself, then, like Gerard before, turned my attention to the TV, watching how one of the female doctors named Dr. Shepherd perform a complicated brain surgery.

Notes

Hellooooo Sweethearts! :D
Hope you like this chapter, because I have given up my entire weekend of studying to write it (tottaly worth it!)
So, yeah, smuttty, smutty, smutty :3

And I want to dedicate this chapter to one of my best friends, who has this weird obsession with the words HARD MEMBER (she just doesn't get how you could call it Hard Member) :D and because of this obsession, we have had numerous arguments during classes and we mostly just annoy a friend of ours with it :P

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