That Chain-Written Frerard Fic

“Gee hun? We have about 2 hours til I need to leave for work, what ya wanna do?” Frank calls out from the bedroom. I feel my stomach flip at the sound of his voice, let alone the fucking nickname.
“Uh whatever you want?” I reply, as he enters the living room. It crosses my mind how gross I must look right now, I’m sat at half 4 in the afternoon, eating cereal, watching telly in this motherfucking tatty oversized skeleton onesie that makes me look about 8 years old. He sits down next to me and I feel myself relax immediately. I wonder if he’s suddenly realised I look disgusting and is about to get up and go as he stares at me with an expression I can’t read.
“You’re so fucking cute, you know” he breathes. I feel myself blush for a moment.
“So are you” I reply. His arm snakes behind me and we hover for a moment. I lean in carefully, glancing up into his eyes, they’re this golden hazel with even honey coloured hues. He smiles slightly before leaning in and planting a kiss on my chewed lips. Before I can even take anything in, we’ve pulled away. I feel my heart hammering inside my chest, I’m like a love struck middle schooler. That kiss felt extra special though, I mean we’ve kissed loads. We’ve kissed quickly, we’ve kissed lustfully, we’ve kissed to make the other feel better but this one was for no reason other than that we love eachother. Just simply because we felt like it.
“Wanna watch a film?” He asks.
“Yeah sure. What do you wanna watch?”
“I don’t know” he says, getting up and sitting crosslegged in front of my stack of DVDs.
“What about a Tim Burton film?” I suggest.
“Okay. Nightmare before Christmas?” He grins, looking back round at me. I nod and watch as he pulls out the DVD making the entire pile topple over with a crash. I try to fake anger but we both descend into a torrent of giggling.
“For someone who can perform complex routines with impeccable timing and control you have really shit coordination” I tease, proud of how sassy it comes across.
“Sorry, I’ll pick them all up hold on” he gabbles, guiltily, making me feel bad too.
“No no no, Frankie, it’s fine, don’t worry just leave it there, it’s not like anyone’s gonna come round and see. Let’s stick the film on, yeah?” I reply.
Moments later, Frank’s perched next to me on the sofa again and the film’s begun. I pull him close and he rests his head on my shoulder, my arm wrapped round him. For a sexy as hell stripper, he looks adorably innocent, I’m half expecting him to curl up and fall asleep sucking his thumb. I feel his breathing, soft and steady and stroke his hair. He nuzzles into me, even though it’s physically impossible for us to get any closer. I think a good cuddle is something little Frankie has been severely lucky. But trust me I am more than prepared to make up for that.
About three quarters of the way through the film, Frank pipes up again.
“Gee uh I think I really fucking love you” he confesses, looking up at me with an almost shy smile.
“I think I really fucking love you too, Frankie” I reply, squeezing him. We hardly talk but it’s comfortable, he seems engrossed in the film but I can hardly take my eyes off him. I really wish he didn’t have to go work tonight, I want to have a movie marathon, stay in this incredible moment for hour after hour. But I guess, that’s not possible and before I know it I feel my heart sink as the credits run.
“I need to go get ready, I mean I’ll get properly ready there but I gotta freshen up” he tells me, reluctantly prising himself off me. I go and put on some proper clothes and a layer of eyeliner and get into the car with Frank 15 minutes later.

***

I spend most of the night sat in Frank’s dressing room. Normally on a night like this, I’d go get shitfaced but I’m not in the mood.
“Interesting how this place is called a dressing room when you’re doing the polar opposite” I comment, slightly cold. He chuckles and agrees. I feel almost dirty letting him do this. I mean he’s 18. He’s legal but he’s still childlike. He must of only just left highschool and now he’s having gross horny men lusting after him.
“Well, if you’re putting on a show, I might as well go get a spot to watch” I say, heading towards the door.
“Okay Gee” he giggles, pressing a kiss on my lips “I’ll put on a show and a half for you baby”
I walk back into the club, and hover in front of the stage he was on before. The music’s loud and I feel intimidated by the drunk lowlifes surrounding me. Funny how I was one just a few days ago. I can’t be too harsh though. I guess this whole experience has opened my eyes, I mean the strippers aren’t sluts, just kids trying to keep themselves going and the crowd, just people like me grabbing onto anything to make things seem a bit less shit. Luckily, I have Frank, things seem far from shit now. I have a few pints and find myself slightly tipsy and I’m feeling quite good when my making-things-far-from-shitifier steps onstage. I watch as he dances round the pole, mesmerized. We make eye contact so many times and each time my heart leaps and my jeans feel a touch tighter. I can’t believe how lucky I am. Look at him. Look how gorgeous he is. Look at how his skinny arms extend, look at how those fucking gorgeous tattoos scatter his perfect skin, look at how his back arches and he shoots that oh god so sexy smirk. Look at this fucking god. And he’s all mine. Every bit of him. Suddenly, I find myself aware of the fact right now he seems to be everyones. I grit my teeth looking at all the animals, practically drooling over my Frankie. How dare they. I feel some kinda jealousy bubble up in my stomach and look back up at Frank. He’s dancing more sensually than before it seems and did he just fucking wink at one of these blokes!? He shoots me a mischievous smirk right after and I let what seems like a quiet growl slip from my lips. That fucker knows exactly what he’s doing to me! I scowl at him, faking anger and he bites his lip seductively. He spins round the pole and looks at another guy with that same seductive face that I wish was mine and mine only. Okay two can play at this game. I look round at the crowd, one hot guy sticks out at me. I don’t know where the confidence comes from but I decide to …tease my Frank. I sit on a stool next to this dude, now it’s my turn to shoot Frank a mischievous smirk. His eyes widen slightly before he does another spin and makes a point of sticking his butt out. I inch closer to this dude and smile at him seductively. Frank sharply pulls another move, focusing on some guy watching but glancing back for my reaction.
“Hey” I mutter to the guy, biting my lip attempting to look sexy. Frank spins back round, and bites his lip, looking 10x more sexy than me, with nothing but lust and possessiveness in his eyes. Now he knows how I feel.
“Hey” the guy replies with a smirk, placing his finger on my chest, making me breathe in sharply. Frank shoots me a look and launches into some sort of finale routine. He distracts me for a moment as he snakes round the pole, twisting and turning and motherfucking moaning. Needless to say, it goes straight to growing bulge in my jeans, though it’s barely audible over the crowd. That damn crowd, lusting over my boyfriend. He looks at me again and I smirk and lick my lips. I thought he couldn’t dance any more sexually but he proves me wrong, sticking his butt out even further and rubbing himself against the pole as he drops to the floor. We go on like this for a while exchanging looks and winding eachother up. Doesn’t he see he’s only making it worse for himself? The more he winds me up, the more the crowd gets going, the more jealous I get, the more I wind him up. He needs to know he’s mine only.
“Dude are you flirting with me or him?” the random dude questions, gruffly. I don’t respond, taken aback. Frank shoots him an almost angry look, he must have noted my expression, before turning to me with nothing but lust in his eyes. I take a risk and place a hand on my hip and run my hands through my hair bending sensually, disguising it as a stretch. Frank lets out a tiny growl and does one last spin round the pole before strutting offstage as almost the entire room cheers. I race out through the door into the cold air see he’s already there, in nothing but the gown they supply and his clothes in his hand.
He leaps onto me, kissing me hungrily.
“Want you” he moans out. I could easily fuck him right here in the back alley, I imagine we wouldn’t be the first, but I keep my self control.
“Little sluts-” I start carefully, watching his reaction, not sure whether he’s okay with being called that kinda thing. He just grunts, pushing himself onto me again, he doesn’t seem to object “Little sluts have to wait until we get home”
“Please” he whines “In the car”
“No. Not til we’re home”
He crashes his lips onto mine again and we massage our tongues together. I pull away and nip at his neck, leaving marks. He lets out a soft moan.
“You’re mine remember, not those animals, all mine” I purr. I pull him over to the car and get in “Do you know what you were doing to me in there?”
“Fuck Gerard, do you?” he cries, sitting in the passenger seat, I stick to my word but before the door’s even properly closed I put my foot down.
“Fuck baby, as soon as we get home I’m gonna make you feel so good” I murmur.
“You do realise you’re not that tough, you have bottom written all over you”
“Darling you know me too well”
What feels like hours later we’re back at my place and you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. As soon as the car stops Frank leaps onto me, biting at my neck and kissing me hungrily. I grind up into him and he lets out a moan a pornstar would be jealous of.
“Inside” I mutter and push him off me. We clamber out the car and I swear I have never moved that quickly in my life. We stagger into the building, kissing passionately, hands roaming all over eachother. Once we make it to my flat Frank grabs the keys from my pocket and fumbles at the lock before pushing it open. He jumps on me again, kicking the door shut and slamming me against the wall. We grind against eachother, moaning and panting, leaving hickeys all over eachother.
“Fuck me” I whine. He pulls me into the bedroom and before I know it, I’m on the bed, he’s on top of me and he’s frantically undressing me. He jumps on top of me again, the skin on skin contact blissful and I relax into one of the best nights of my life.

Notes

i need jesus tbh
this went from 0 to 100 real quick

btw loving this fic, so glad to have been part of it <3

Megan x
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