Their Hearts Don't Beat Like Ours

“Baby, can you believe Bandit's already a quarter of a fucking year?” Frank comes chiming in as we're on the way to my mothers.
“I rather not think of her growing. I would be just fine if she'd stay like this forever.” It's true. I don't like to think of her growing. Bandit is three months now and after a month at home she's as healthy as any other baby her age. Now that she's stable, we're allowing mama to have her for a night. It's Saturday, and Frank is off work and I'm all caught up on my due dates. We need a whole night to ourselves.
We've been fine, but I feel like I just need Frank to myself. As selfish as that sounds, I don't care. I'd still choose Bandit over Frank, and he would choose her over me. Every time. Plus, we didn't plan this. Mom asked to take her.
Mama's waiting outside on the porch when we pull up. “Hey, honies! Where's my angel?” She beams at us.
Frank gets Bandit out of the back and I grab her diaper bag and clothes. Dad comes out, and I hand him the bag and Frank hands Mom Bandit, not before kissing her on the head. I walk over to mom and do the same.
“Love you, munchkin.” I whisper, making Bandit giggle. I smile big. That giggle means everything to me. “Take care of her, Mama. Call if you need anything. I love you all.”
“I will, honey. You don't have to worry. Do y'all have a nice date night planned?” Mama ask.
“Actually,” Frank cuts in, “we thought just a lazy night at home would be better. Order take out, watch movies.”
“That's what me and Donna always did when we had a break night. The point is to not have to do anything, right?” Dad says.
Frank smiles. “Exactly.”
We say our final goodbyes, and are off. Instead of paying delivery, we go ahead and get some Chinese take-out on the way home.
It's weird, not having Bandit in the house. Not having to rush to the changing station because she always goes in the car, or taking off her shoes, or preparing her dinner. I'm not sure I like it.
“I miss Bandit.” I confess.
I hear Frank laugh from the kitchen where he's seperating our food onto plates. “I know, baby. Me too.” He comes out of the kitchen with two plates.
“Will you grab some coke out of the fridge and come join me?” He asks. The smile on his face makes my heart melt. I do as he ask, grabbing my plate and sitting next to him. A lot of take out, coca-cola, and two movies later, Frank and I are cuddled up on the couch.
“I love you.” I say.
“I love you, too.” He kisses my forehead.
“I really love you. So much. I... I don't know. I didn't expect this to be my life. I expected to be with Lindsey, probably in the apartment for years and a small chance of children. Not in a house, with you, and a beautiful baby girl. For starters, you're a guy. I never thought I'd like a human with the same sex organs as me. That's weird. 20 year old me would fucking hate me.” I really don't know where all this is coming from, or while I said sex organ, which is probably why Frank is laughing, but sometimes I have to let it out. Frank's just smiling down at me. “And I mean, how the hell did I even start liking you? It wasn't me starting to like guys and then you came. It was me starting to like you. I don't know what you did. I really think about this all the time. I think it might have the way you were there for me that started the initial attraction, but I can't be positive.”
“How about we just say it was fate?” Frank ask, with a look so sincere on his face.
“Yeah, okay. I like that. But if it was fate, that means you can't leave me, right?”
“I wouldn't dream of it.” Frank kisses me gently, but I make it harder. Grabbing his hair with one hand and his hip with the other, pulling him closer to me. It's been to long since we've done this. We continue making out for a while until Frank breaks the kiss, panting.
“First, let's move this to the bedroom. Second, can I bottom?” I can't help but to giggle for a minute.
“But, baby you're such a good top.” I tease.
“I know that, baby.” He winks at me, and I giggle. “But it's been a while.” Is it bad that when we have sex it's not question that I'm gonna bottom?
“Mmm, I'll think about it.”
I get off the couch and make my way to the bedroom, stripping while doing so. Frank got the memo because when he comes in, his shirt and pants are already off. I'm sprawled on the bed, naked, and Frank comes and practically jumps on top of me, and I take his instability to flip us over. I know we have all night, but it's been to long, besides some blowjobs here and there before we go to bed, and I wanna get this going.
I slam my face against his, working at getting his boxers off. Frank kicks them off and reaches over to the night stand, breaking the kiss, but put his hand in front of my face. A bottle of watermelon flavored lube. I snatch it and continue to kiss him, distracting him from my next moves It's been awhile for him, so this'll probably hurt some. I lather up three of my fingers in the lube above his head and bring my hand down to his entrance. I use my clean hand to pull his hips up for easier acess.
Slowly, I slide in one finger. Frank mewls lightly and his brows furrow. No sign of pain, so I go ahead and add the second. There's the pain. Frank winces and squeezes his eyes shut. Yeah, it's been forever. He's so tight around my fingers. I keep them still, waiting for frank to get used to them.
“Move, Gee.” He barely whispers. I pump my fingers in and out slowly, eventually gaining speed when Frank starts moaning. I look down and see him getting harder now, and I'm already there. I add my third finger, Frank winces a little but nods, and I continue fucking him on my hand until he's panting and moaning and reaches down to stroke his dick.
“God, baby.” I moan. “Are you ready? I need too..”
“Yeah yeah, baby. Fuck me.” Frank pants.
I remove my fingers and Frank whimpers. I later up my hard on and place it at his entrance. Frank nods, and I slowly enter side of him. Fuck. This feels so good. Frank looks so good. His face is set in a look of bliss as I push into him, patiently waiting for our hips to meet. When they do, I lean over Frank and kiss, letting him adjust to my size.
“Gee, I need you to move. Please.” He says in the most fucked voice I've heard. I do as he says, pulling out and thrusting back in at a decent pace.
“Fuck, you're so tight, Frankie.” I rest my head on his shoulder, nibbling at the skin. “So tight.”
The room smelt of sweat and sex as I fucked into Frank, moaning and panting and listening to his sweet chants of my name every time I hit his prostate.
“Harder, Gee, fuck... me harder.” He moaned into my ear. I didn't reply vocally, instead just speeding up and slamming into him. He was so warm and so tight. Frank started grinding my member deeper every time our hips met. I slowed down the thrust and started to make each one harder, hitting his sweet spot every time. His cries for more going straight to my dick and then my stomach.
There was that familiar feeling coming, so I grabbed Frank's dick and started to jack him off at the same speed of my fucking.
“Baby, I'm close.” He panted.
“Me too, Frankie. Fuck.” I kissed him hard, my tongue dominating his as I fucked into him.
A moment later, Frank breaks the kiss and cums all over our stomachs, some reaching up and hitting my chin. His screams could be heard for miles.
I speed up, fucking him into the mattress, grunting with every thrust. Frank smiles at me before grabbing my face to lick up my jawline, catching the semen dripping from my chin, and then to my mouth. He shoots his tongue into my mouth and I taste his cum.
And then I lose it. With one final thrust, ropes of cum are being shoot inside frank as profanites and his name come out of my mouth.
I pull out of Frank slowly, both of us whimpering from being to sensitive, and crash beside him. He pulls me to his side and I cuddle into his chest.
“God.” Frank pants.
“I know.”
“I love you. Goodnight, sweetheart.” He kisses my forehead.
“I love you too, Frankie. But who says we're going to bed? It's my turn.” I wink at him and he connects our lips, kissing me hard.

Notes

I'm sorry its been so so long. i hope none of you read this before i can fix the format, if you do, I apologize.
there is another chapter coming! i hate just posting smut. it was my outline as a filler chapter so I wrote it. e next chapter brings forth drama. this might be the last smut for this story cause I don't like writing it very much. it seems like its all the same unless you get weird and I don't imagine my version of Gerard and frank as extremely kinky.
anyways, stay lovely.