That Chain-Written Frerard Fic
Chapter 3 Has Arrived
l hadn't expected on taking someone home tonight, especially someone as beautiful as Frank, but l did and he's here, making me laugh and smile for the first time in months. The thing is, l have no idea what to do with him now that l have him.
Gerard’s POV
We sat in silence for a while just finishing our coffees. The silence filled the room and I rooted through my head desperately in search of something to say. I didn’t want to give him the impression that I was a creeper even if I had offered to give him a ride to my house.
Frank was the first one to break the silence though. He set down his now empty coffee mug and began giving me a calculating look. Finally he leaned forward and smirked.
“I saw you watching me tonight,” He purred leaning forward in his seat so that he could run his fingers gently up and down my thigh. I shivered and blushed a deep red.
“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was doing there in the first place. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” He laughed at before I knew it he had moved from his seat into my lap.
“But Gee, that’s my job” He giggled sexily in my ear, “Besides,” he continued with a wink, “I don’t mind when cute boys stare.” I blushed at his comment but still tried apologizing anyway.
“I know but-“
“But I think you should shut up and let me thank you for the ride, yeah?” He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up in one swift motion. Then he grabbed my hands and directed them towards his biceps, leaning forward into my touch. “Don’t be afraid to roam,” He told me nipping at my earlobe. He began rocking his hips down onto mine and I moaned, grabbing tightly onto his shoulders.
“Oh my God…” I breathed suddenly feeling overwhelmed by my senses. I hadn’t even seen this coming. One second I was harmlessly finishing my coffee and the next Frank was on my lap trying to...do something. What that something was I wasn't sure yet but if it continued like this then I sure wanted to find out.
Frank smirked at me, his lip ring pulling up sideways from the movement. He reached down between us and began palming me through my jeans while at the same time trying to leave hickeys on my neck and jawline.
By now I had lost most sense of control. It wasn’t until Frank slid down onto the floor in front of me and began undoing my zipper that I finally managed to snap out of my sex-hazed state of thinking.
“No, wait Frank stop,” I told him gently pushing him away. “This needs to stop now.” He looked at me through long lashes in confusion.
“Why?” He asked already positioning himself on my lap again and staring down at me. “You know I’ll be good at it.” I did know he would be good at it which was driving me crazy with lust that had first shown himself when I watched him dance tonight. However I had personal morals and a very guilty conscious.
“Because I don’t believe in using people for their bodies." I sighed, "I really shouldn’t have gone there tonight and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I put any more disregard to you as a human being. I’m not shaming you, I just don’t think you should be treated like a toy instead of a human.” He looked shocked like it was the first time anyone had tried treating him like that. Maybe it was. He shot me a small smile and it looked like he was relieved.
“Well that’s different from what I usually get,” He confessed slowly getting off my lap and instead sitting on the chair besides me. “It’s almost nice for a change.” He grinned at me sheepishly, “Sorry for kinda molesting you.”
“Tis totally alright,” We both laughed somewhat nervously, not really knowing what to do from there. It was me who managed to break the awkward silence this time. “Soooo,” I began trying to open up conversation, “Comic books?”
We talked really late into the night about different things that we hadn’t leaned about each other in the car ride over. Finally he announced that he had to get home.
“I’m just gonna get a taxi home,” He yawned pulling his shoes on.
“Oh okay,” I mumbled, reaching down to help pull him off the floor. I managed to get him up and we both stumbled tiredly towards the door.
“Well Gee Way, its been fun.” He opened the door and stepped out. “Oh and here!” He shoved a piece of paper into my hands. “I’ll be seeing you.” He winked at me.
“Uh yeah okay,” Social awkward me mumbled. He giggled.
“Bye Gerard.” I watched him as he turned his back and disappeared down the apartment complex stairs. With a sigh I shut and locked before looking down at what he had shoved at me.
It was a little piece of paper with his number and I message that read Call me ;) –Frnkie
Looks like it was my move.
Gerard’s POV
We sat in silence for a while just finishing our coffees. The silence filled the room and I rooted through my head desperately in search of something to say. I didn’t want to give him the impression that I was a creeper even if I had offered to give him a ride to my house.
Frank was the first one to break the silence though. He set down his now empty coffee mug and began giving me a calculating look. Finally he leaned forward and smirked.
“I saw you watching me tonight,” He purred leaning forward in his seat so that he could run his fingers gently up and down my thigh. I shivered and blushed a deep red.
“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was doing there in the first place. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” He laughed at before I knew it he had moved from his seat into my lap.
“But Gee, that’s my job” He giggled sexily in my ear, “Besides,” he continued with a wink, “I don’t mind when cute boys stare.” I blushed at his comment but still tried apologizing anyway.
“I know but-“
“But I think you should shut up and let me thank you for the ride, yeah?” He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up in one swift motion. Then he grabbed my hands and directed them towards his biceps, leaning forward into my touch. “Don’t be afraid to roam,” He told me nipping at my earlobe. He began rocking his hips down onto mine and I moaned, grabbing tightly onto his shoulders.
“Oh my God…” I breathed suddenly feeling overwhelmed by my senses. I hadn’t even seen this coming. One second I was harmlessly finishing my coffee and the next Frank was on my lap trying to...do something. What that something was I wasn't sure yet but if it continued like this then I sure wanted to find out.
Frank smirked at me, his lip ring pulling up sideways from the movement. He reached down between us and began palming me through my jeans while at the same time trying to leave hickeys on my neck and jawline.
By now I had lost most sense of control. It wasn’t until Frank slid down onto the floor in front of me and began undoing my zipper that I finally managed to snap out of my sex-hazed state of thinking.
“No, wait Frank stop,” I told him gently pushing him away. “This needs to stop now.” He looked at me through long lashes in confusion.
“Why?” He asked already positioning himself on my lap again and staring down at me. “You know I’ll be good at it.” I did know he would be good at it which was driving me crazy with lust that had first shown himself when I watched him dance tonight. However I had personal morals and a very guilty conscious.
“Because I don’t believe in using people for their bodies." I sighed, "I really shouldn’t have gone there tonight and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I put any more disregard to you as a human being. I’m not shaming you, I just don’t think you should be treated like a toy instead of a human.” He looked shocked like it was the first time anyone had tried treating him like that. Maybe it was. He shot me a small smile and it looked like he was relieved.
“Well that’s different from what I usually get,” He confessed slowly getting off my lap and instead sitting on the chair besides me. “It’s almost nice for a change.” He grinned at me sheepishly, “Sorry for kinda molesting you.”
“Tis totally alright,” We both laughed somewhat nervously, not really knowing what to do from there. It was me who managed to break the awkward silence this time. “Soooo,” I began trying to open up conversation, “Comic books?”
We talked really late into the night about different things that we hadn’t leaned about each other in the car ride over. Finally he announced that he had to get home.
“I’m just gonna get a taxi home,” He yawned pulling his shoes on.
“Oh okay,” I mumbled, reaching down to help pull him off the floor. I managed to get him up and we both stumbled tiredly towards the door.
“Well Gee Way, its been fun.” He opened the door and stepped out. “Oh and here!” He shoved a piece of paper into my hands. “I’ll be seeing you.” He winked at me.
“Uh yeah okay,” Social awkward me mumbled. He giggled.
“Bye Gerard.” I watched him as he turned his back and disappeared down the apartment complex stairs. With a sigh I shut and locked before looking down at what he had shoved at me.
It was a little piece of paper with his number and I message that read Call me ;) –Frnkie
Looks like it was my move.
Notes
hi, mychemicalcoffee here. Not really sure how I wanted this to work but I wanted to turn in something so that the scheduling wouldn't get messed up.
How about that gay marriage huh? Pretty fucking boss if you ask me. I'm proud of my country. It took a while but we finally did it.
i would do the next chapter, but i think everyine has had enough of me for now :)
9/6/15