Frerard One-Shot Book

"Move." Frank whined next to me and I rolled my eyes.

"I can't. I'm pressed against the goddamn window." We were in the van, driving to an hotel, but we were going to have to wait a few hours since it was far away than where we were right now. Matt was in the passenger seat, Ray and Mikey were in the seats of the middle, and I was in the back seat with Frank. I was next to the window, and Frank was squished between me and all our bags. Even though he was annoyed because of it, I was glad we were like that because no one could see what we did back here, unless we made too much noise, of course.

He huffed in annoyance and crossed his arms over his chest. I giggled at him for being so childish and he glared at me, which only made me laugh more.

He stayed silence for a few minutes until I felt his palm on my knee. He moved it to my thigh and I smirked.

"Can't wait till we get to the hotel, uh?"

"Shut up." He snapped, and I kissed his cheek. He smiled and placed his hand on my belt, undoing the buckle and going for the button and zipper. "I hope you're not too loud," he whispered.

"Baby, you're the one who should worry about that. Impatient little shit." I muttered, then smiled, and he just shook his head, trying to pull down my pants and boxers. I raised my hips to help him and he pulled them down to the middle of my thighs.

I smiled to myself. If Mikey and Ray only knew what was going on right behind them...

I looked back at Frank, he was biting his lip, wrapping his hand around me and started moving it up and down. He started up slowly, but as always, he got too excited and couldn't help but go faster. I wasn't complaining though.

My breathing was hard, but I tried not to make noise, and I could say I succeeded. My lips parted slightly and my eyes closed when he pressed his thumb on the head, and I knew I was going to come soon.

When I opened my eyes I saw Frank looking up and when he made sure no one suspected anything, he lowered his head until his face was over my crotched. He tried to wrap his lips around my tip from the angle he was in, but I could tell he was struggling. It didn't matter, I'd take what I can for now.

He sucked a bit hard and I bit my lip. I was so close. He pumped his hand faster and that was it.

He pulled back. He didn't swallow and I was not going to force him, we could clean up later. But for now, it was my turn to please him, and that's all I wanted to do.

He sat up right again while I pulled up my pants. I undid his belt buckle in a swift motion. He bit his lip in anticipation and I smirked. I loved seeing him so impatient when it came to this stuff. And I liked to have a bit of fun, so I took my time undoing the button and I went even slower with his zipper.

"Gee." He whispered urgently.

I placed my finger over his lips, silently telling him to shut up.

I pulled his jeans down and ran my finger over his member, his boxers getting in our way. I gripped him tightly over the material and he bucked his hips. I removed my hand as soon as he did and he looked at me with pure desperation. He can't blame me, he was the one who started this.

I slowly pulled down his boxers, and lifted his shirt a little, exposing part of his stomach. God, I loved it. I ran my fingers over the bare flesh under his belly, and he let out a heavy breath. I lifted the shirt a little bit more, and teased his nipple with my hand. He was already breathing hard, squirming underneath my touch. I moved to his other nipple and pinched. His lips parted as if he was going to let out a noise but hold it back and his hips raised instantly.

I pulled my hands from under his shirt and looked at his flushed face. He mouthed "please" and I couldn't help but kiss him hard.

I placed my hand on his thigh, and pulled away from his lips. I wrapped it around his cock and he let out a sigh of relief. I started moving it in a slow pace, but didn't speed up.

My goal was getting him all worked up, as always, and I wasn't failing any time soon.

I flicked my thumb over the head and mother hand went down and started to fondle his balls. He took in a sharp breath and I stopped, making sure the boys hadn't noticed. They didn't and so I kept going, using one hand to jerk him off and the other on his balls. I made pressure on that special spot near his balls that made him tremble and his hips raised desperately, his mouth open and his eyes shut tight.

I moved my hand from his balls to his stomach, under his shirt, going up to start playing with his nipples again. I was having so much fun right now.

He started moving his hips up and down, pushing forward in my fist and I squeezed tighter, pinching his nipple hard and rubbing my thumb over it.

He let out a loud whine and my eyes widened. I took both of my hands off him.

"Is something wrong?" Ray asked, turning around at the same time as Mikey.

"No, we just-" I started, in hopes they didn't look down and saw Frank's lower part with his pants and boxers pulled down. Hell, I was even hoping the didn't notice his red cheeks.

"Oh my God," yeah, I guess they saw.

"You guys are gross, please stop!" Mikey exclaimed. He was totally freaked out.

"Okay," I said, looking at Frank. He was covering his face with his hands, it was so damn cute. He was so damn cute. But he was still hard and I wasn't going to leave him like that. "I'm not going to stop, you guys have headphones, don't you? Yeah, okay, put them on." I smiled sarcastically.

Mikey glared at me and Ray looked at me as if I was crazy, which I guess I was, but they turned around anyway and I giggled.

"Hey," I placed my hand on Frank's shoulder. "It's okay. Let me finish." He let me see his face and I smiled, kissing him again.

When we ended the kiss, I ran the palm of my hand on his chest, rubbing his hardened nipples over his shirt. I looked at the seat in front of us, noticing Ray and Mikey did put headphones on. As well as Matt, I noticed. He must have heard us but I didn't care. Dating Frank and being with him was something I was so fucking proud of. We were just quiet because Frank didn't want them to hear, but I was okay with whatever he said. It just made me laugh internally; their reactions were amusing for me, especially Mikey's.

I moved my free hand down between Frank's legs, teasing his entrance.

"You can make noise, baby. They're not listening." He looked uneasy and I realised he knew the driver could still hear us.

"I don't care if he hears you, Frankie. I mean, yeah, poor man, but he'll have to deal with it." I whispered. He thought about it for a second and then nodded. "Perfect." I kissed him again.
I was still touching his hard nipples over the thin material, and I let one of my other hand's finger in on his entrance.

He gasped, not expecting it, and closed his eyes, tilting his head back.

When I knew he was okay, I put in a second finger, and after a few moments, the third one, moving them slow and carefully. He was panting hard through his parted lips, and if I hadn't come a few minutes ago, I would have come just by the sight of him. He was so beautiful.
I kept going with my fingers, trying to find that special spot, but I couldn't because he kept moving and raising his hips.

"Hey, stop it." I said quietly.

He let out a helpless sound, and I knew he couldn't do anything about it, so I took my hand off his chest, getting a sound of protest out of him, and placed my arm firmly over his hips, pressing them down to the seat and he whined again, frustrated that he couldn't move, and I loved that. I loved to have a little control over him. And a lot of control when he let me.

Once I held him down, I continued with my fingers' job, searching for his prostate.

"Gee, Gerard," He gasped once I hit it. "Please, please." His voice was high pitched, with need dripping from his words.

He moved his hands to try and touch himself but I took them by his wrists with one hand -the one that was holding his hips. I was pressing my arm on his hips while gripping his wrist with my hand, resting them on his stomach. He tried to protest but couldn't form any words, and I didn't listen, anyway. I knew what I was doing. My other hand kept working the fingers inside of him. He was so desperate at this point and I decided I had teased him enough.

I bowed my head, but it was hard since I was sitting next to him, licking his tip and he moaned.

"Please don't stop." He let out so fast I could barely understand him. I tried not to chuckle; I was barely touching him there. I took the most I could of him, letting his wrists and hips free as I used that hand to pump what I couldn't reach from this angle. I pulled my fingers out of him and reached for his balls, fondling them again. He was panting so hard and moaning out loud. I got my fingers back inside of him, one by one, and started hitting his spot again.

He was close, I could tell. I pulled back from his member so I could speak.

"Touch your chest." It's the only thing that came out of my mouth and I went back to his cock. I saw him from the corner of my eye, running both of his hands over his chest, each one touching one of his nipples.

"Gee," he moaned and I sucked harder, wanting to make him come so bad. I just wanted to make him feel good.

I moaned with my mouth on his cock, knowing it was going to send vibrations and I knew what he liked.

It was too much for him; he was touching his chest, I was sucking and jerking him off, my moans sending vibrations through his body, and I was working my fingers inside of him, hitting his prostate. Eventually the combination of all these things made him shudder and moan and he just let go.

He whined, high pitched and loud. He stopped moving his hands over his chest, I knew he couldn't focus on it when he was coming so hard. His hips were bucking and I didn't stop touching and sucking until he was very sensitive to my touches. I swallowed and leaned back against the window, waiting for him to calm down so I could remove my fingers out of his entrance.

Once his breathing was a little more steady and he stopped panting, I pulled my fingers off him and turned to look at him.

I placed my hand on his chin, making him look up at me and I just stared in his eyes for a moment. They were beautiful. I kissed him slowly, enjoying it and getting lost in the moment.
He smiled lazily at me. He was exhausted. And I felt stupidly proud of being the cause of it. He leaned his head against my shoulder and turned his head to look up at me.

"You're the best."

"I strongly disagree with that, since you are the best." I smiled back at him. His cheeks turned a light pink, making me smile even more wider. He was so adorable. "I love you." I put my hand over his shoulders, with a huge smile still on my face, pulling him closer to me.

I waited for his reply, which always made me smile, no matter how many times he said it. We just couldn't get tired of it. "I love you too. So much."

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