The Sharpest Lives

Frank traced the lines carefully, cautious not to hurt Gerard. It was obvious that some of the slices were recent, and he was sure they had to be painful. Frank wanted to say something, but he was at a loss for words. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, both trying to interpret what was happening.
Frank took Gerard’s arm and held it with both of his hands; he lowered his head to his forearm and gently kissed the damaged area. He heard Gerard hiss when he touched them, but he didn’t pull away. Gerard couldn’t hold back the sobs anymore as Frank so softly tried kiss his wounds away. When Frank finally looked back up at Gerard, he saw that his eyes were red and welled with tears as well. Gerard tried to look away, not wanting to face how he had hurt Frank.
“Look at me, Gee…” Frank’s tone was serious, but sincere.
Gerard wiped at his eyes with his free hand, and returned his gaze to Franks.
“It’s OK, Gerard. It’s fucking OK. Come here.” Frank pulled Gerard into a tight, squeezing hug.
“We’re going to get through this, together. I’m not going anywhere, Gee.” Frank said into Gerard’s ear as he held him. “I promise.”
Lindsey had said the same words to him so many times before, but when Frank said them something just felt different. Gerard truly felt like it was something he could accomplish, and when he looked at Frank he felt like he could take on the world.
Gerard loosened slightly, allowing himself to sit back comfortably on the couch, Frank still wrapped around him tightly. He lifted his hand and lightly brushed the hair out of Franks face, looking into his eyes. They were glassy, and the pupils dilated. Frank’s gaze didn’t falter, and he didn’t look away from Gerard. Gerard took Franks face in his hands and pulled him in. He kissed him hard, palming at the back of his head, never wanting to let go.
It wasn’t long before Frank lifted himself slightly above Gerard, his hips placed gently on Gerard’s lap. They kissed fervently and with need. Frank ran his fingers down Gerard’s spine, making him shudder at the touch. Gerard’s hands were still laced in Frank’s hair, pulling on it lightly, teasing him.

Frank parted his lips from Gerard’s and shifted his mouth towards Gerard’s chin. He bit down gently on the skin between his neck and jaw bone, earning a wanton whine from the older man. He trailed kisses down his neck, towards the collar of his shirt. He bit at the soft skin on Gerard’s neck, leaving red bruises that would prove to show who Gerard belonged to.
“Wait, Frankie…” Gerard panted out.
Frank stopped immediately and withdrew his mouth from Gerard’s skin.
“Did you drive here?” Gerard asked
Frank didn’t need to answer, knowing what Gerard had in mind. He quickly stood up, off of Gerard’s lap and grabbed his hand, heaving him up off the couch. Gerard leaned down to press one last kiss to Frank’s lips before Frank pulled him out the door, and into the crowd.
The two never let their hands separate as they barreled through the crowd of drunken fans. There was another band on stage, but Gerard couldn’t hear the music. The only sound he could make out was that of his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears. When they finally reached the entrance, Frank threw open the door and pulled Gerard through the threshold. He fumbled for his keys in his pocket, never letting go of Gerard’s hand. They made their way to Frank’s black sedan, and although they couldn’t get in fast enough, Frank still took the time to open the passenger door for Gerard.
Once they were in the car, Frank lent over to Gerard, pressing another rough kiss to his lips. He started the car and before even allowing it to warm up, he shifted into drive and sped through the parking lot.
The men hardly made it through the door of Frank’s apartment before they were on each other again. Frank had Gerard pushed up against the door, his hands pinned to his sides. He moved down Gerard’s neck, nipping at the skin rougher than before.
“Fuck, Frankie.” Gerard could barely contain himself. He pushed Frank away and reversed their position. He pinned Frank to the wall next to the door, his hands gripping Frank’s hips. Their kisses became irregular and sloppy as they both lost control of themselves.
“Bedroom. Now.” Frank mewled in Gerard’s ear through labored breaths.
They tried to hold their bodies together, Frank walking backwards with Gerard’s hands firmly guiding him, desperately making their way down the hallway, into the bedroom and tripping over each other in the process. By the time they entered the room, Gerard pushed Frank down on the bed and wasted no time climbing on top of him. His hands moved up under Frank’s shirt, pushing it over his head. Gerard gasped when he saw Frank’s beautifully painted torso. His tattoos were fucking stunning and he wanted to taste every one of them.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Frankie.” Gerard moaned and began to lick at the scorpion tattoo on Frank’s neck.
Gerard made his way down Frank’s bare torso, kissing and licking the painted skin until he was met with the thick fabric of Frank’s jeans. Frank tangled his fingers in his lover’s hair, grasping for any leverage he could fathom while trying not to buck his hips up at Gerard’s touch. Gerard hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Frank’s pants and looked up at him, pupils blown and lips red and swollen. Frank nodded in approval, signaling it was ok for Gerard to remove them. Gerard began to nervously fumble with the button on Frank’s jeans, his hands humid with anticipation and perspiring from holding onto Frank’s warm skin. Frank lifted his hips as to allow Gerard to slide his tight pants past his hips, down his thighs, over his knees and finally past his ankles and on the floor. Frank’s shoes hand long been removed; when they were lost, he couldn’t recall. Frank shot up, sitting at the edge of the bed in front of Gerard, nearly naked in only his boxers. Frank reciprocated the gesture, greedily and angrily ripping at Gerard’s pants, not bothering to unbutton or unzip them. They were torn down to his feet in seconds. Frank wasted no time, pressing his lips to the bulge in Gerard’s boxers, misting hot breath on the area. Gerard instinctively pressed into Frank’s movement, silently begging for more. Frank tugged at the hem of Gerard’s boxers, his heart beating in his throat.
“Ok?” He asked, waiting for permission to expose Gerard to him. Frank wanted to see every part of him, not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. He wanted the good, and the bad. He wanted to know everything about Gerard. How to turn him on, how to make him happy, how to love him. He couldn’t imagine a better way to start.
“God, yes. Yes.” Gerard replied, surprised he could form words while Frank’s mouth was pressed against his cock, albeit separated by a thin piece of cotton.
Frank took his time pulling Gerard’s underwear down, relishing in the moment that was the first time he would see his partner naked. It seemed like it took minutes, when in reality it took merely seconds to render Gerard bare. Gerard rarely let anyone see him this unprotected, even when he had a one night stand, he wasn’t always completely nude, and there was typically minimal to no light in the room. Gerard could cover his body in darkness, keeping some of his fragility hidden. But Frank and Gerard were surrounded by a halo of lamplight that had been long forgotten. The men could see every expression that decorated each other’s face, every line and wrinkle in the other’s body, every goose bump that presented on their skin. They were both scared, nervous and hungry to see each other so very vulnerable, but they were more than ready. They wanted to see each other open and unexposed, and be seen in return.
Frank pawed at Gerard’s hips, pulling him closer and gently pressing the tip of his cock to his waiting lips. Gerard groaned in anticipation, his hands rubbing circles in Frank’s shoulders. Frank took him in slowly, tasting him, savoring him. The taste was distinctly Gerard, sweet and smoky, salty and perfect. Frank was a desert and Gerard was a river. Frank was choking, and Gerard was the oxygen that saved him. Frank knew from that moment that he never wanted anyone else on his tongue.
Frank swallowed around him, swirling his tongue on the slit. He could feel Gerard’s body shaking slightly, tying to hold back from bucking and fucking into Frank’s mouth. Frank kept his grip tight on Gerard’s pale hips, keeping him in place. Frank was going to make Gerard squirm; he wanted to make him whine and scream for him to fuck him. Frank had certainly never been submissive, not in life and not in bed, but he had also never indulged in being dominant. Gerard was driving him crazy this way, and he had an incredible urge to take him, and take him rough. He wanted to ravage his body and make him weak. He wanted to fuck him until he couldn’t take it anymore. Frank’s movements were becoming more and more erratic. He pushed his face down into Gerard and felt his throat open with the entry of Gerard’s cock.
Frank considered how Gerard would want to be fucked, if he wanted it soft and gentle or if he would allow Frank to fuck him into submission. By the timid movements Gerard was making, from stoking Frank’s hair, to moving his hips so slightly, Frank was beginning to get an idea. He pulled off of Gerard’s erection slowly, allowing the spit accumulated in his mouth string and keep him connected to Gerard. Gerard groaned at the sight. He stood up and pulled Gerard into a tight embrace. He kissed him hard, biting at his bottom lip, teeth clacking together with hunger. Gerard mumbled into Frank’s mouth. Just barely could Frank make out the phrase, but he did.
“Love tasting myself on you, Frankie.” He whispered between breaths. Gerard kissed him back timidly, allowing Frank to take the lead. He could taste the precum on Frank’s lips and he loved it. Gerard could feel Frank losing control, his heart beating erratically, all the blood in his system plummeting to his cock.
Gerard had always allowed his partners to take control in the bedroom, in all honesty he just didn’t know how to be dominant. Gerard had been making the tough decisions his entire life and he basked in the moments when he was able to be completely free of responsibility. Gerard had slept with some men who were terrible fucks, some who were ok, but never any that were remarkable. They never seemed to allow Gerard to lose himself in the sensations. That was all he wanted, even if he didn’t know it until this moment. That was what he was missing, the ability to free himself in submission. He wanted Frank to fuck him until he couldn’t breathe. He wanted Frank to make him his, and show him his feelings through the way he pounded him.
“Fuck me.” Was all Gerard could muster, but the doe eyed look he had painted on his face was all Frank needed to confirm that Gerard wanted to be taken as much as Frank wanted to take him.
In seconds, Frank had Gerard on his back, lying on the bed, breathing hard. Frank pulled his boxers down and discarded of them somewhere in the sea of clothes they had removed prior. He climbed on top of Gerard, confidently, straddling his hips and gazing down at the beautiful sight below him. Gerard was fucking gorgeous. The way the light hit his face and how his hair fell around him, dark and matted with sweat. The way his chest rose and fell with every shallow breath laden with anticipation. Frank grabbed Gerard’s wrists and pinned them above his head, earning a wanton whine from the older man. Frank felt Gerard’s cock tremble underneath him when he restrained him, he smirked at the thought that Gerard so willingly wanted Frank to control him.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Frank cooed into his ear.
“Want you to fuck me, Frankie. Please.” Gerard could hardly speak.
“How bad?” Frank was just teasing him at this point, using every little bit of strength he had to hold himself back. He wanted Gerard to say it. He needed to hear him say it.
“So fucking bad. Pound me, Frankie. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow without thinking about you.” Gerard’s words went straight through Frank’s head and directly into his cock.
Frank wasted no more time, swiftly getting off of Gerard and opening his bedside table drawer. He fumbled for lube and for condoms. It had been a while since Frank had sex, longer than he would like to admit, and he had to dig for the items he needed. Once he found them, he crawled back towards Gerard’s waiting body.
As soon as he was back in between Gerard’s legs, he planted a rough, open mouthed kiss to Gerard’s wet lips. He lifted two fingers to Gerard’s mouth after he pulled his away.
“Suck.” He demanded through gritted teeth, his voice rough and raspy.
Gerard obliged quickly, swirling his tongue around Frank’s tattooed fingers. Frank couldn’t help but imagine the way his mouth would feel around his cock. But that would have to wait; Frank needed to be inside Gerard tonight. He needed to fuck him. Frank would explore all of his and Gerard’s fantasies later. Right now, they both needed to show each other their openness to each other, and prove to one another that they would indulge every one of their desires in the future.
Frank pulled his fingers from Gerard’s mouth and moved them promptly underneath him. He gently pushed one finger in, earning a whimper from Gerard. He pressed into him slowly, feeling his tight heat envelope his finger. He felt Gerard relax around him, allowing his digit to move quicker. He went to press in another, but Gerard stopped him.
“Frankie, don’t. I’m good. I want to feel you. I need to feel you stretch me open.”
“Are you sure? I’m in no rush, baby. Want to make this perfect.” Frank answered with a smirk. As much as he wanted to fuck Gerard into oblivion, he didn’t want to hurt him. He was a diamond that needed to be protected and he would do anything to keep him safe.
Gerard nodded in response and licked his lips. He was ready, he was willing. He needed this.
Frank pulled his finger out of his partner, and rolled the condom on himself. He slicked himself up with lube within seconds, and gently pressed himself to Gerard’s entrance, Gerard’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
“You ready, baby?” He tutted to Gerard.
“Yes, Frankie. Fuck me.”
He pushed the head of his cock into Gerard’s tight entrance, slowly savoring the heat. He pushed deeper, deeper until he couldn’t go in any farther. Gerard whined and shifted his hips, trying to get every inch of Frank’s cock into him. Frank began to move, gently, until Gerard was used to the intrusion. He soon felt the muscles around him relax, allowing him to thrust faster and deeper. Gerard moaned deep in his throat, begging for Frank to move.
“So fucking tight, Gee.” Frank breathed into his neck. Frank grabbed at Gerard’s hands below him, returning to the position they were in not much earlier. He pinned Gerard’s hands above his head, and started to thrust his hips in rhythm with his breaths.
Gerard was whimpering underneath him, groans getting louder and louder.
“Yes, fuck, yes. Harder, baby. Fuck me.” He was babbling, incoherently yelling. Begging Frank to pound him into unconsciousness.
Frank complied, thrusting harder and harder, hearing the sweet sound of skin smacking skin. He released Gerard’s hands, sitting up straight and taking Gerard’s ankles in his hands. He gripped them tight, pulling Gerard’s ass as close to his plunging hips as possible. His abdomen was searing in pain, his body pleading with him to slow down. His figure couldn’t keep up with the way his mind needed to fuck Gerard, but he ignored it. He was lost in his own head, swimming in the sound of Gerard’s moans.
He released one of Gerard’s ankles, gazing at him to let him know he was not to move it, he was still in control here. He grasped Gerard’s cock in his hand, pumping him firmly in time with the thrusts of his hips.
“Fuck!” Gerard screamed. Frank was thrashing into his prostate, making Gerard tremble with every hit. It was bliss for both men, seeing stars and feeling each other come apart.
“Gonna cum, baby. Fuck. So tight.” Frank muttered, and that sent Gerard over the edge. He was cumming into Frank’s fist, trembling and whimpering under his touch. He was clenching around Frank, seeing white and screaming his name. It was only seconds later that Frank was cumming inside Gerard. He groaned, low in his throat, raspy and sexed out. He fell forward on top of his partner, sweating and breathing erratically.
Frank slowly pulled out of Gerard and disposed of the condom in the trash can on the floor.
“Be right back, baby.” He said to Gerard and left a kiss upon his cheek. He returned with a warm, wet wash cloth and gently wiped at Gerard’s stomach, cleaning up the cum he had spilled there. Gerard was still breathing shallowly, his eyes half open and glimmering in the afterglow. He wanted to thank Frank, but he had no voice. He couldn’t speak, he was in heaven.
Frank threw the wash cloth on the ground; he would deal with it tomorrow. He pulled the blankets up around himself and around Gerard, whose breathing was slowing down, coming back to reality.
“That was incredible, Frankie.” He said into the crook of Frank’s neck, cuddling into his waiting arms. Frank placed a kiss on Gerard’s forehead, still sweaty from the activity.
“Yeah, baby, you are.” Frank said in a whisper, but Gerard heard him and his heart fluttered with love. He was falling in love. He was falling in love with Frank and he couldn’t wait to fall hard.

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