3 : 28

3: 28
Frerard

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It was as if Gerard couldn't help that he didn’t have much of an appetite lately, food just seemed unappealing with the severity of his insomnia. Cigarettes cut the appetite to a minimum and even when he could manage a couple of bites it pained him. Tonight, he stared intensely at the last package of skittles Frank left in his home. Gerard wasn’t always the biggest fan of sweets but he loved how Frank always tasted like sweets—he always smelled sweet too, but for the most part, the man tasted like sweets.

Gerard stared at the clock that ticked away then to Frank’s bag of skittles that were on his coffee table. He remember the games Frank loved to play that included skittles, it was his favorite treat. The memories of Frank made Gerard hate skittles, the damn sweets left such a fucked up imprint he couldn’t stand to see the candy at convenience stores.

Gerard bit his bottom lip, the dreadful recollection of Frank was now becoming a precarious routine… he knew that, but the temptation to go back always called him in the night. Gerard pinched his nose bridge and sighed in defeat, his eyes focusing on the skittles…, he couldn’t help himself as remembering Frank’s sweet tooth brought a smile that cut another heartstring within him.

Exactly three red skittle rested under Gerard’s bellybutton, he breathed steadily his naked frame splayed out on the bed.

“Don’t move,” Frank spoke gently hover over Gerard’s lips in a teasing way that made Gerard bite down on his lip hard. “Keep steady…. Or no candy for you.”

“Idling threats at me really makes you look like a kid,” Gerard snapped still maintaining his stiff position. He could move, but that would ruin the whole point of this childish game.

The game was very simple: if he remained still, he’d get some sorts of a treat, Frank liked calling them “candy” but really, Gerard just wanted Frank to smother him with affection and rough fucking. If he failed, Frank would just eat the damn skittles in front of him and would only tease him but no real sex.

Gerard was determined to win, and by God, he would try his best to remain as still as possible but Frank really knew how to get Gerard frazzled.

“Do you want candy or no?” Frank smirked devilishly as he placed a soft kiss on the center of Gerard’s sternum. Blowing on the wet spot he left as he trailed further down in an agonizingly slow manner that Frank knew was cruel to any mortal.

Gerard watched closely and kept his breathing steady, he had to make sure those fuckin’ skittles didn’t fall off his lower abdomen or he’d lose. Gerard was not going to lose, but Frank surely made it incredibly fuckin’ hard for him to resist just flipping the roles and being the one to drive Frank crazy.

“Yes…” Gerard hissed between his clenched teeth, “Fuck…”

Gerard didn’t even have to bother looking to feel Frank’s smirk as the younger man continued his venture downwards towards the skittles, his tattooed hands tracing down the sides of Gerard’s alabaster skin. The touch was electrifying, hot and very much tempted Gerard to squirm at the ghostly touch of the tips of Frank’s fingers.

Gerard spoke in a whimper, “Frank…” Gerard allowed a breath he had nearly forgotten he was holding to come out as he spoke Frank’s name, and his fingers twitched with ache of wanting to get rid of the anticipation of Frank’s touch as it was becoming painful for him.

Frank ignored Gerard’s plea as he finally met the trail of skittles but not before placing kisses and playful bites on Gerard’s soft belly. Gerard assumed Frank loved watching Gerard try his best to remain still, to see him physically beg for it instead of verbally—Frank knew Gerard wouldn’t protest to it all that much.

“You might just win…” Frank murmured as he took the one skittle beneath Gerard’s belly button, nipping at the flesh and lapping on the small bite.

Gerard cursed at himself as his body twitched and finally broke its stillness and the skittle rolled off him and onto the bed.

“Fuck sakes,” Gerard cursed aloud, slamming his fist on the bed.

Frank chuckled clearly amused by Gerard’s frustration, moving up to meet Gerard’s eyes with his own Frank leaned in, planting a soft kiss. Gerard sighed happily, he needed that kiss he was a sore loser when it came to losing this game. Frank wedged his tongue between Gerard’s lips and Gerard accepted it with much welcome as the taste of skittles imprinted in his brain, he hated sweets but he loved the taste of Frank’s mouth.

When Frank finally pulled away he had a wicked smirk plastered across his face. Gerard raised a brow at the man as he sat up, “What? Don’t mock me because I lost…”

“I’m not mocking you, it’s just there’s something really… fascinating, seeing you go from absolute concentration to pissed off.”

Gerard rolled his eyes, pouting his lips and crossing his arms, “Your fuckin’ point being, Frank?”

Frank eyed him up and down then grinned enormously, “We’re totally fucking.”

Gerard couldn’t help but let a laugh out the moment Frank pounced on him like a starved animal that needed all the love and affection he could offer. Gerard wanted Frank to smother him, even it was just for a moment—a moment was all he needed.

Gerard opened the last bag of Frank’s skittles and with a shaky hand grabbed out a single red one and popped it into his mouth, he chewed on it, the clock ticked and it was 3: 28 AM as he stared out at the night getting ready to light a smoke… It tasted just like Frank, the man was always far too sweet for his liking.

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