Mystery boys stalker.

[Frank's P.O.V]

My hands skimmed across Gerard’s curvy thighs and I brought myself up above his body, legs crooked on either side of him as my tongue glided over his lower lip, him letting me easily access the space to his mouth; without a hesitation I invaded his mouth with my tongue, hearing a soft noise slip past and vibrate against my lips. Damn, I wanted him and not in a lovey dovey way- just, fuck me senseless and let’s moan until the night ends. I’m not down for emotions and far from the thought of a relationship. Not saying that I would even consider a relationship with him, he’s emotionally damaged but I’m hands down accepting of a friends with benefits relationship.

I felt his hands hesitantly sink onto my hips and underneath my shirt, his touch was delicate and sweet. Removing our lips he then ran his lips across the length of my throat, one of my hands knotting and tangling in his thick strands. I relaxed underneath him and he gradually pushed my shirt up, which I let him do willingly, tossing it aside and when he was pulled back I watched his eyes run over me.
“You’re really beautiful.”
I felt myself blush and shook the comment off just diving down to grab his shirt, his eyes were wider and before he protested I threw the shirt aside.
“Don’t worry Gerard, I-”
I looked down and saw the few scars that scattered across his forearms and now I know why he was afraid – it was shocking, I’d never known someone who self-abused. It’s odd to face the reality of a situation that you thought you’d never have to come across but instead of creating a whole scenario I decided to talk after- for now I gave a soft smile to reassure him it was okay and he gave a small smile back.
“I don’t judge.”
I watched his tense shoulders relax.
“Good, don’t tell anyone either. They’re only scars, nothing more.”
I nodded as a response and he leaned up to pressed a soft, wet kiss to my mouth. Even though I was expecting something rough, I guess slow will have to do- for this round anyway.

Our jeans and boxers were discarded, Gerard was on top of me and his hands lifted my lower-back up, instinctively I wrapped both legs around his waist and his mouth was moving across my collarbones, creating purple hickeys. Soft noises throatily slipped and I’ve honestly never felt so good, he was touching me like I was the one who was fragile; I couldn’t help the fluttery feeling at the bottom of my stomach, I didn’t like him… I just like the feeling of our bodies close, I’ve never had a journey of a relaxed and careful skin to skin contact. Sure, being pinned to the wall and bodies aching is without a doubt a ten out of ten best style of sex but it’s overwhelming that subtleness could top that immensely. The blankets where suddenly hiding us, I felt the hot breath of Gerard’s against my neck as I was moaning a lot louder, realising his hand was wrapping around my length. I whined quietly at his quiet, feminine laugh.
“D-don’t laugh.”
He looked up towards me, smirking mischievously as he slid his thumb along my tip and shiver rippled up my spine causing me to buck up, his other hand dove down after spitting into his palm and slicked his length up with the saliva and pre-cum. He released my length and I growled out at the loss, which he chuckled at again.
“Nothing is funny about being a tease, Way.”
I grunted.
“Oh, shut up and enjoy it while it lasts.”
He pressed our mouths together and from there on everything went smoothly, every moment was oddly cherishing and it was hot.

Notes

This is a really short chapter, sorry. But I'll upload either tonight, tomorrow or sunday night. (:


-E