Brother (Frerard)

I scrunch the note left on the kitchen counter from Lindsey indicating that I would be sleeping on the couch tonight and toss it in the trash. Un-fucking likely.
I feel in the dark for Frank's hand and squeeze it tightly, dragging him behind me while I make a beeline for his room.
"Gerard?" Frank breathes.
"Quiet," I reply, playfully shoving him into the room and kicking the door shut behind me. I press my hands firmly against his chest, feeling his muscle flex beneath my fingers and I give him a little push causing him to shuffle slightly, falling back against the mattress and I straddle him, leaning down to connect our lips again.
"Gerard," Frank whispers.
"Quiet baby," I murmur, my lips brushing lightly against his neck with each word I speak. Franks hands slide beneath the hem of my shirt and rest on my waist and I feel myself uncontrollably melt into him. I can sense his nerves with every calculated touch. Finally, his skin against mine, something so simple as a hand on a waist, but it's more than that. It's so sensual and needy and I have the sudden desire to rub my hands all over him.

I nibble and suck his neck, being careful as to not make any noticeable marks as my hands find the bottom of his tee and I break from him to remove it. I then shed my body of my own shirt and Franks fingers digging deeper into my skin, but not enough to hurt. I move down and nip his neck again as Frank inhales sharply beneath me. I kiss slowly and seductively down his torso, enough light radiates off the moon to make out the tattoo's of the man beneath me. It briefly occurs to me that perhaps I should close the blinds but I don't care.

I feel his dick twitch, still trapped within his jeans and I slide my hand down to palm him gently.
"Gerard," Frank gasps. I let out a soft giggle and my hands hastily work magic on his belt and before Frank can register what's happening, his jeans are down around his ankles as I take off his shoes pulling his socks tossing everything uncaringly to the floor.

I waste no time in snatching down his underwear letting his cock slap against his lower tummy and I wrap my lips around the tip and suck gently. A moan escapes Frank, his hands falling to tangle themselves in my hair and tug eagerly. I sink further and further until his dick reaches the back of my throat and I gag a little, but stay where I am and hollow my cheeks.
"Fuck. Gerard," he breathes heavily. I hum happily and move back, giving enough room for my hand grip him loosely at the base and work my hand in time with my sloppy movements. I remove myself from him with a popping sound and lick a single stripe from his balls to the tip, before sinking back down his length.
"I'm gonna cum," Frank moans.

I stop immediately and Frank sits up, his chest heaving for air.
"Fuck, come here," he begs, sitting up to trade places with me. I whimper as I lay under him. I've wanted this for way too long. It shouldn't have been any other way. Just us.
"Too long," Frank whispers, as if he has just read my mind, before kissing me and sucking my lip, causing me to shiver with pleasure. I let my eyes close and try to anticipate what Frank will do. He too, works at getting my pants off and suddenly I feel self-conscious and ashamed of my nakedness. The blood rushes to my cheeks, my breathing changes and although it is reasonably dark, I think Frank can sense it.
"Relax, baby. It's okay Gee."

I exhale loudly and relax against the bed when I feel his lips brush my thigh, before placing a tender kiss to my skin. His hands slip behind me and grip my cheeks, pulling them apart and something wet is against me. I let out a gentle moan as Frank slicks me up, fucking me with his tongue and my hands twist in the sheets. Frank presses his finger into me, my muscles resiting the intrusion. I try to relax the further he slides into me. I grin into the dark at the emptiness when Frank removes his finger and gasp when I am filled again by two. Frank sets a rhythm, making me release uncontrollable moans, yet staying mindful not to draw attention to ourselves.

"Frank, what are you doing?" I question cautiously when I feel something bigger against my hole. Frank pushes the tip of his dick in, and I bite my lip at the pain that's burning inside me. I hear Frank spit and I run my tongue along my lip tasting my blood and there's a short pause before he steadies himself deeper inside me. It takes few minutes of tight, slow pain that is soon replaced by pleasure pulsing through me and Frank and I create a steady rhythm with his hands holding my waist tightly. He finds my wrists and forces them above my head, leaning down to kiss me breathlessly, his speed not faltering for a single second, much to my appreciation. I let my anxiety wash away with each ounce of pleasure Frank brings my way and I gain enough confidence to hook a leg around his waist and place my hands on the back of his thighs, digging my nails into his skin, pulling another groan from his lips.
"I'm gonna cum," Frank whispers.
"Do it baby. Cum for me," I say, before I realise what it is I've said. Frank moans and slows his pace as he rides out his orgasm, his entire body shaking with what I imagine to be immense pleasure. He retracts roughly and in the blink of an eye he is back down, my dick lost in his mouth, Frank blowing me steadily. It doesn't take long at all before I too am bucking my hips and cumming down his throat. Frank gladly takes all of it, without a complaint.

Frank cleans me thoroughly and I slip naked under the covers and smirk when he joins me. I turn to lay on my side, too afraid to say anything after a moment like that. I choose to stay silent and just appreciate and comprehend what has just taken place. Frank's arm drapes over my waist and I settle into a calm breathing pattern waiting for sleep to come take me.

~xoxoxoxo~

My eyes flutter open and it takes a minute to adjust to the darkness and realise the space next to me where Frank should be is empty. I roll over and see the outine of his body outside the door, the cherry of his cigarette clearly visible. I find the box on the bedside table and rise from bed, pulling the sheet around my waist. The door creaks as I step out and join Frank sitting on the deck. I light my smoke and take my first drag.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Two,"
"You okay?"
"What does all this mean Gee?"
"I was hoping you could tell me Frankie,"
"Do you regret this?"
"No. Do you?" I ask in return, my lip quivering.
"No, of course I don't."
"Well what does this mean?"
"I don't know Gee. I just don't know. This changes everything,"
"I know Frank,"
"You cheated on me Gerard. And with Lindsey. You simply can't understand how that feels,"
"I'm sorry Frank. I'm sorry. It was a mistake. The worst I've ever made." A tear slides down my cheek as I exhale smoke and watch Frank shift closer towards me. "I wish I could change things,"
"You can Gee,"
"What can I do Frank? Anything, please?"
"I don't know. I just don't fucking know."

~xoxoxoxo~

Notes

Sorry this isn't the best chapter.

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