Happy Birthday, Frankie; Part Two.
Obviously, we had sex. And it was hot. I mean, really intense. It made me wish everyday was Frank’s birthday cause he was so into it. He was nuts.
We showered all the cum and sweat off afterward and got ready for the party.
I never dressed up, but I know Frank was into it, so I put on a black button up, black waist coat and a red and black silk cape with a high collar. I just wore my nicest black skinny jeans and all black Chuck Taylors.
I heard a whistle come from the bathroom. And turned around to see Frank’s head poking out.
“Well, shit, I’m gonna look like a child next you. Gee, you look… Damn.” He sighs, looking me up and down, biting his lip. “Next year, don’t bother buying me anything. Just wear that, okay? I… I can’t wait to take that off of you later.”
“Frankie! How horny are you?”
“Oh, we’re fucking later tonight, too. I’m actually always this horny, but since it’s my birthday, I can get away with doing it all day.”
I barked out a loud laugh and then realized, Frank was still hiding behind the door.
“Frankie, let me see your costume.” I plead.
“I’m gonna look like a child next to you, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s cozy and adorable.”
“Mmm, just like you.” I giggled.
Frank smiled and walked out of the bathroom.
Oh, my god.
What am I in love with? My mouth moved to a giant grin and I just stared at Frank while he spun around and did a little dance.
“It’s rad, right?”
“Frankie, you’re to fucking cute.”
He was in a onesie. It was green, with a yellow belly, and buttons. And the hood was a dinosaur.
Frank was in a dinosaur onesie. A costume that looks like a toddler would wear. On his 18th birthday.
I walked over to him, giggling and pulled him in to my arms, kissing him.
“You’re to much.”
Frank just laughed and kissed me again, before moving his face to my ear and whispering “One layer, and I’m naked. I’m not wearing any underwear.” He said in a seductive tone that went straight to my dick.
“Yeah, you’re definitely getting fucked again.” I said.
Frank jumped and squeaked. “C’mon, beh-bay! I am red-day to par-tay!” He shouted.
“You’re a child.” I laugh.
“Actually, technically, I’m not anymore.” He smirked at me. “But like you care anyways. It’s what you love the most about me, I know it.”
He skips, yes, skips, down the stairs and out the door to my car. I follow him, grabbing my keys. He gets the cigarettes out of his car and then gets in the passenger seat.
The drive to Pete’s is short. We got there before everyone so Mikey and Pete can give Frank something. I swear if they top my present, they’re dead.
They didn’t. They got Frank a tuner for his guitar, apparently his has been broke for some time now. And a pedal that Pete remembered Frank’s wanted since they met. Frank hasn’t barely picked up his guitar. His band isn’t going so well. The guys are always too busy he says. I really need to get him to play for me. They did well. But I’ve given him head and fucked him once already. They can’t beat that. Well… Pete could… They could… Gerard, shut the fuck up.
Everybody starts piling up, and I’m more than happy to remember Lindsey won’t be attending tonight due to the fact that she is behind bars. Ah, what a wonderful life. But I’m still worried about Jimmy.
Mikey told me they stayed together. Or at least Lindsey was living with him. So, he must know where she is, and if they’ve talked, he knows why.
“Gerard!” Frankie calls my name, getting me out of my thoughts. I stare wide-eyed at him. “You okay, baby? Is the party thing to much. We can-“ I cut him off.
“No, I need to ask Pete something. Help me find him?” Frank nods and we go on a search.
“Pete,” I yell, getting his attention. The black haired kid with vampire teeth in walks over to me.
“Havin’ fun, guys?” Pete smiles.
“Yeah,” Frankie says cheerfully.
“I hate to bring it up, but is Jimmy coming? I’m sure he has one out for me.”
“You didn’t hear?” Mikey says coming out of nowhere.
“Hear what?” Frank ask.
“Lindsey ratted him out for dealing to try to lessen her sentence. He confessed and went happily, actually.”
My jaw dropped. “Oh. Okay.. Okay.” I say. Pete just nods and smiles, turning back around to his Friends. Mikey hugs and him, Frank and I talk for a few minutes.
Me and Frank find an empty corner to make out in. After a few minutes, I realize the taste of cigarettes on his breathe and it gives me cravings.
“Frank, baby.” I pant out between kisses.
“Say my name again.” Frank moans. Okay, no. That’s not what I’m trying to do.
“Frank, I want a smoke.” I state.
Frank pulls away from my face, and nods. “Good idea.” He gets off my lap and we walk outside to the back patio. There’s a few people around. Frank has a beer in his hand, and I realize we’ve been here for 2 hours and he’s still completely sober. The beer has maybe two sips gone from it.
“Frank, is that the same beer you’ve had all night?” I ask.
“Yeah.” Frank shrugs.
“Baby, it’s your birthday. Shouldn’t you be shit faced?”
Frank looks at me, and pulls two cigarettes out. He lights them both in his mouth. And hands me one.
“The last time I got shitfaced, I almost lost you. And if that happened again, this would be the shittiest birthday ever. So, I’m not drinking. Plus, I want you tonight, and I wanna remember every moment of it.” He winks at me. I blush. Yeah, Frank still causes my cheeks to go hot every damn day.
I smile at him though. It’s adorable. He’s not drinking on his birthday so we won’t fight. Then I get an idea.
“Speaking of having me. You wanna maybe ditch this popsicle stand?” I say in the sexiest way I can.
“You can even make a phrase like that sound attractive. God, Gee.” Frank laughs and kisses me. “Yeah, but let’s say goodbye to the Pete and Mikes.”
I nod, and we finish our cigarettes before venturing back into the party to find my brother and his boyfriend.
Of course, Mikey and his bluntness is shining tonight. When we tell him we’re leaving. Mikey says, “Why? Wai- AYE. You’re 18 now! I know you’ve already done it, but Gerard you better fuck him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. Everyone should have a good fuck on their 18th birthday.” And then winked. And of course Frank looks at me, back and mikey and says: “I got a blow job this morning, a hard fucking, and two showers so far today. He’s doing good.”
I really hate them both sometimes. They have no boundaries. I’m used to it though.
“Damn, Pete better step up his game come my birthday.” Mikey says.
After a few more inappropriate comments about our sex life, me and Frank are finally in the car and home shortly. There was no sexual tension in the car, but it all changes when we walk in . Frank’s hand go immediately to my hips, pulling me back to the stairs. He doesn’t kiss me, but he moves up and starts to un button my waist coat while walking up the stairs backwards. I help guide him as he removes my waist coat, cape and then unbuttons half of my shirt. We stumble to my bedroom, and I unbutton his… onesie to reveal his smooth pale chest. He takes off the rest of my shirt and pushes me back onto the bed, climbing on top of me.
I kick my shoes off as Frank finally kisses me. The kiss is rough. All teeth and tongue. And he starts to unbutton my pants while moving his lips down my jaw to my neck. I moan softly when I feel his hand brush my hardening dick. I flip us over and get off the bed, pulling down my open pants and boxers. I smirk at Frank before, I grab the feet of his onesie and yank it off. He lifts his body to help.
He wasn’t lying. The man has no underwear on. He’s gonna kill me. He bites his lip, watching me as I get out the lube that is now in the bedside drawer.
“I don’t need much prep, baby. I’m pretty open from earlier.” Frank says. For someone reason, this sparks an interest in my head. And I started thinking… What if I try to bottom? Me and Frank have barely talked about it. I don’t know, maybe he doesn’t want to. But even Pete said he’s a natural top. I bet he misses it. I’m gonna do it. Holy shit. I’m gonna put a dick in my ass. This is happening. This is the final test. No, it’s not. If I don’t like it, I don’t like it. Frank new he was gay and never bottomed. But if I like it, I’m fucking gay. So fucking gay.
“Frankie…” I whisper. Looking down at him. He stares at me back with a slight smile on his face. His face is already flushed. “I’m ready.” I say. Frankie’s eyes go wide and his mouth opens.
“To… you mean to bottom? Are you sure? You don’t have to. Don’t think you have to because of what to day is.” Frank says, fast.
“You don’t want to tonight? It’s fine if you don’t. I wanna do what you want. It’s your night.”
“No, no, no, no. God, I want to, Gee. I miss topping, to be honest… I really want too. And you’re probably so tight…” his voice turns into a low growl on the last sentence, as his lips move to my neck. “Gerard Way’s ass virginity for a birthday present.” He’s kissing my neck now. I’m moaning softly. “Are you sure, baby?” His voice is sweet again. I nod. “I need to hear you say it, my baby.”
I hum at the ‘my baby’ before I lean away from his touch, looking him dead in the eyes. “Frankie, I want you to fuck me. I’m ready. I want this.”
Frank stares in to my eyes for a moment, looking for any doubt. I guess he finds none because he dives back into my neck. He slowly pushes our body back into the center of the bed. This is it, Gerard. This is fucking it.
I’ve gone mad. But, maybe that’s a good thing. I’d go mad for My Frankie any day. My Frankie.
“God, Frank.” I moan as he bucks his hips into mine, rubbing our erections together. I’m so hard, I could cum at another move.
“Prep me.” I say. More like I command. He crawls off of me and pulls my body down until I lay flat. He then covers three fingers with lube. I gulp. Those fingers are going to go inside. My eyes go down to his dick. And I gulp again. That’s going to go inside me.
“Are you ready?” Frank ask, sweetly. I nod. I have no words right now. I watch his hand move slowly down until it’s out of my line of sight and I feel it at my entrance. It slides in. There’s no pain. Frank does have small hands. He watches me, as he pushes the finger in deeper. He starts moving it in and out. I don’t moan. It doesn’t feel bad, but it doesn’t feel good. It just feels like a foreign object has intruded me. Frank takes this reaction as me being ready for the second finger. I feel the loss of his finger, and then a slight pain. I hiss.
“Shh, it’s okay. It’s gonna hurt, alright? It’s gonna be painful. But, it’s like a tattoo. I know you don’t know how that feels, but you have an idea. It hurts at first, and then the pain subsides; and turns into something beautiful.” Frank says, keeping that sweet tone. Making me wish he would never stop talking.
“That’s really poetic for a time like this, don’t you think, Frankie?” I giggle. He smiles at me and shrugs. He starts thrusting the two fingers in and out. The small pain doesn’t last long. And it turns to something. Pleasure? Yeah. This feels good. Oh, so good. “Frank.” I whisper, dragging out the A. He just smiles again and continues to move his fingers. This goes on for another few minutes, and I occasionally let out small moans and mumbles of his name.
“I’m gonna add my other finger. Squeeze my hand.” Frank says, holding his free hand out to me. I take it. I shut my eyes and squeeze.
Okay. This hurts. I feel three fingers go into my ass, and stay there for a minute. I hiss and whimper and Frank doesn’t move, he just keeps making soft shush noises. After a moment he starts moving them. The pain doesn’t go away as quick as it did the last time, but it eventually does. I feel Frank spread his fingers inside me, causing more hisses to exit my mouth, but I want him to keep going. The pain subsides again, and I’m left with a weird awkward pleasurable feeling. Like the feeling you get when you still finish jacking off after your mom walks in on you. It feels good, but something about it is off.
What if this means, I’m not gay? That this is my body telling me it’s wrong.
No, Gerard. It’s probably just because fingers up your bum is normally a weird thing that you’re not used to. Goddamn.
I’m too lost in my thoughts to realize I started moaning louder. Franks sitting up between my legs smiling down at me. His fingers continue to thrust into me for another few minutes. I won’t be the one to tell him when I’m ready. He should know, because I have no idea.
Another few minutes. My moans continue, turning into whimpers. I guess this mean something.
“Okay. Are you ready, baby?” Frank says as he crawls back over me.
“Yeah, I think so? Am I?” I ask him.
“I think so.”
“Okay. Then, yeah. I am.” I tell him.
Frank takes my legs, and spreads them farther. I’m still aching hard and his stomach is rubbing against my dick, causing more moans to escape across my lips.
I watch him lube up his dick in awe. God, the way he touches himself. Even for just a minute is beautiful. He wipes his hands off on the sheets. He then crawls over me again, his body propped up on his elbows, but still flat. He kisses me.
It’s not intense, like it normally would be when we have sex. It’s sweet and passionate. Full of so much fucking love.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, Gee.” He says, against my lips before he goes back into the kiss. I do as I’m told and then one of his hands goes down. He rubs a finger over my now slightly opened entrance and then the head of his dick replaces it. He doesn’t break the kiss.
He slides in the head. I hiss, tearing my mouth from his. He doesn’t move, but forces his lips back on mine, still sweetly.
“Focus on kissing me. Focus on my tongue. Alright?” He whispers. I nod.
We kiss more, and he slowly slides into me further. I hiss, and whimper against his mouth, barely kissing back, but I try to do as I’m told. It really does help I see why he told me to do it. It doesn’t take from the pain though. He’s still going. Still sliding, slowly. So slowly. I hear him groan against my lips a few times. Sending shivers down my spine and making my dick twitch. My dick is beyond hard at this point.
God, this hurts. This hurts so much. A part of me wants to make him stop, but if the fingers stopped hurting, this should, too, right? Yes, Gerard. It will.
The moving stops and Frank’s panting, but still kissing me. His hot breathe flows into my mouth like smoke. “You’re so tight. God, so tight. So perfect.” He mumbles against my lips. He stays rested inside me for a few minutes until my slight hissing and whimpering stops. The pains gone. He was right. I was right.
“Frankie, you can move.” I tell him through the kiss. He pulls his lips off mine and looks at me as he slowly moves out and slides back in. God, that felt nice.
“Uh.” I let out. Frank smiles, and goes back out again, sliding in again. He continues at a slow pace, being gentle. We both let out soft groans. He keeps thrusting nice and slow, but he starts to get hard. Each thrust carries a little more force and one thrust…
“Oh, God! Frank!” I scream out. The pleasure I just felt is unbelievable. I look at Frank and he has the widest grin on his face. He thrust with the same amount of force into the same spot, again. I have the same reaction. Shouting out profanities. He keeps this up. Slowly, but full of force. Ramming into my prostate every time.
He’ll lean down to connect our lips every few thrust, but he keeps eye contact with me, its only when I close my eyes that he actually speaks other then moaning.
“Open your eyes, baby. Please.” He thrust into me again. This one slightly harder. My eyes shoot open. “Fuck!” I shout.
“You’re so beautiful. So beautiful.” He mumbles. His head goes and rest on my neck. And then it hits me. He knows I’m not in pain anymore. Our sex is normally kinda rough. Fast and hard. Every time. Frank’s going slowly. He’s being careful. He’s keeping our bodies’ connected. He’s whispering sweet nothings. He’s making love to me.
This revelation makes it better. And I moan out against Frank’s hair as he thrust again. Hitting my spot dead on.
“Baby, I’m close.” He whispers in my ear.
“Mmmm, me too.” I moan.
He leans up slightly and connects our lips. Our tongues immediately tangle, and rub against each other tenderly. I feel Frank’s hand run down my stomach and grab ahold of my dick. He starts stroking it, slightly faster than his thrust.
“Fuuck, Frank. Yes.” I moan out, loudly.
We keep this up, Frank’s steady thrust, hitting my prostate every time while his skill full hand jerks me off until I feel that familiar warmth in my stomach and I start panting and moaning more. Frank seems to see what’s about to happen because he slows his hand down slightly, but speeds up his thrust a bit.
“Together, baby. Let’s cum together.” He pants.
God, yes. That sounds wonderful.
He thrust into me a few times, and I fight my orgasm back until I know Frank’s almost there. His thrust alter, and I feel his leg quiver. He’s so close. I’m there.
With one last hit on my prostate. One last thrust for Frank. One last tug at my dick. I lose it. He loses it. “Frankie, fuck, fuck. I’m, ahhh!” I practically scream, and the same time I hear Frank yell out: “God, Gerard. Fuck. I love you. I lo- fuck.” As we cum together, me all over out stomachs and him deep inside of me.
I feel Frank fill me up. It’s warm, and nice. He thrust a few more times, and tugs at my dick again before collapsing on to me. He’s still inside of me. I feel him softening. He’s panting. I’m panting. We’re covered in sweat and cum.
He pulls out, and I let out a soft whimper at the lost. He shifts to my side and curls up. Wrapping his leg around my thighs and his arm over my stomach in the sticky cum. He doesn’t seem to care.
I’m in awe. That was amazing. All my questions have been answered.
“Frankie. I love you.” I whisper and kiss his forehead. He stays still for a minute and I think he hasn’t heard me until his head shoots up and there’s a tear in his eyes. He leans up to gently kiss me.
“Say it again.” He commands. I sigh, happily.
“I love you. So much.”
“I love you, too, Gee. God, I love you, too.” He doesn’t break eye contact. I stare into the hazel orbs. They’re always brighter after sex or when he’s really happy. They’re beyond gorgeous. He’s beyond gorgeous. His body, his jawline, his eyes, his perfectly shaped eyebrows, his lips, his tattoos. This boy is beautiful.
“Frankie.” I mumble.
“Yeah, baby?” He whispers. I can tell he’s tired, but he doesn’t close his eyes. He doesn’t let me lose sight of those hazels.
“I’m gay.”
Frank grins, and I find myself grinning, too.
Frank wraps his arms around my waist and squeezes.
I finally fucking said it. Goddamn. This should’ve happened sooner.
Frank and I make-out for a few more minutes and share a few more ‘I love yous’ before I pull the covers over us, not worrying about the cum on our stomachs, or the cum dried on my ass and back of my thighs. Holding My Frankie close to my side, his head on my chest, both of us smiling, and right before I fall asleep, I hear him whisper:
“Best birthday ever.”

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