If You Marry Me, Would You... (Frerard)

The door of his bedroom slowly creaked open. He listened closely. Silence. It was always silent.

He carefully stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, letting out a small sigh. Finally, his time to think.

He turned around, looking at his small bedroom, which was not half as tidy as he would want it to be, but the mess matched his mind and thoughts: a living hell...

Besides he was too tired to tidy it up, so he just left it there.

His eyes landed on the mirror in the corner. Does he even want to look at himself?

Sighing again he walked over to the mirror, fixing it a bit so it leaned better against the wall, and slowly looked up to meet his reflection.

As usual, he hated what he saw.

Same old him, with the exhausted eyes (not that he ever let anyone see how exhausted they really were. Only to himself), the same messy hair that he somehow managed to fix every day, the same tall and slim frame, the frustration radiating from his soul.

He glared at himself angrily, trying to realize just what was so fucked up about his life. He never asked for any of this, he didn't want that. It was all Gerard's fault.

His eyes narrowed slightly as the man's name floated across his mind. He slid his fingers along the reflection of his face and then slowly reached for the hem of his shirt.

That's where he paused.

Should he?

Of course not.

He would do it anyway.

He took a deep breath and slowly lifted the grey shirt over his head, letting it slide off of his torso and beyond his arms until it was lying on the floor aimlessly.

He looked up again.

Yes, nothing changed. His body was just the way he remembered it; pale, muscular, thin, tender skin, sharp curves showing...

And the scar.

The scar was the only unnatural part of his body, the part he never wanted.

Noises. He could only hear one. Right before the barbed wire was torn from its place and slapped across his chest.

He winced sharply at the memory. It still stung every time he touched the area, or even thought about it.

And it was all Gerard's fault. It all happened because of Gerard's stupid actions. If only this idiot could pay attention for at least a second, none of that would've happened that night.

He would still be safe, Gerard would still be safe...

...She would still be alive...

He bowed his head and closed his eyes at the memory of Her.

He still kept her picture. He woke up every morning seeing her face on the nightstand.

He knew Gerard did, too.

He opened his eyes again and let them roam the walls of the small room, until they went back to the mirror and froze on the second picture he held there, the one that showed that cheeky bastard's face, smiling smugly as he hugged his little brother to his chest.

He stared at the picture. Gerard was 7 back then, he was 4. He still remembered that day very well, although the feelings had changed.

It used to bring him laughter and joy, it used to make him smile, even in his darkest times, he would always look back at that and smile.

But for now, he was only glaring at the photograph thinking about the 7 year-old, the way his eyes glistened with happiness, so innocent and unaware of the future.

Gerard wouldn't be happy when he was done with him. He knew that very well. And the older brother probably knew it, too.

He ran his fingers one last time across the 7 year-old face before whispering quietly:

"It has always been your fault."

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Gerard opened his eyes slowly, blinking as the sunlight stung in his vision.

He blew away some hair that fell on his face during his sleep and looked down at the naked man pressed up against him, his small body almost fully covered by the warm sheets.

The vampire smiled thinking about yesterday night, suppressing any passing thought about the Jonathan "incident", and pressed his lips to Frank's forehead as he tightened his arms around him momentarily.

Then he slowly slid out of the younger's grasp, tugged on a pair of boxers and one of his band shirts, finished his morning needs and went to make some coffee.

As he was standing in front of the steadily boiling kettle, the front door opened and closed calmly, and quiet footsteps walked along the corridor before a happy bearded man appeared in the kitchen.

"Morning Gerard," he greeted and placed a plastic bag filled with donuts on the counter near the older man.

"Morning," Gerard replied with a smile, and only then noticed just how cracked and ruined his voice sounded.

"Wow man, did someone choke you last night?" Bob asked with a raised eyebrow, a bit startled by the sudden change in the elder's speaking.

Although, Gerard's deep red blush and the hazel eyes that immediately dropped to the counter told a different story.

"Oh," Bob said simply and turned to open the bag of donuts.

"Yeah," Gerard shrugged.

There was a small silence before Bob spoke up again.

"How was it?"

Gerard looked up at him slowly.

"Last night? It was amazing."

"Good."

Bob placed the donuts on the table casually, making sure everything around the table was clean before leaning back against it.

"You've never been so shy about these things in the past, you know," he said as Gerard's back was still towards him. "You always gave me all the details about your one-night-stands. I'm glad something has changed though."

"Me too," Gerard said as he pulled three mugs out of the cabin. "Frank is amazing. He means so much to me, I just want to do everything with him, literally everything."

"Well, whatever it is that you two will do in the future, I hope it ends up well. Because we still have Michael on our back, threatening you, and..." he looked at Gerard for his reaction. "Jonathan."

It was more than obvious how every muscle in the elder's body tensed up once the name came up.

"Yeah, I-I know..." Gerard mumbled, blushing again, and winced shortly at the image of last night's events.

He could still hear himself moaning and panting, thinking he was with Frank, when actually he was kissing that monster...

Wait, monster?

Was Jonathan really a monster? Because maybe...

No! No, Gerard told himself, he couldn't get back to that. Never again. He'd had enough of Jonathan in the past, and now he has Frank. Frank makes him happy. He trusts Frank. And he is going to keep it that way.

Although, the way Jonathan's lips were pressed against his skin... the heat... the passion... the friction... the lust.......... oh god it was too much. It was as if he got a fraction of what he used to have in the past, with that other man, all the things Jonathan did to him...

God, he could remember it perfectly, detail by detail. Like he spent hours memorizing it.

The sweat that poured down his body, every nerve in his system screaming for more, more friction, more heat, more contact.

Bob watched as his friend made the coffee shakily, his fingers trembling slightly as he took the mugs in his hands.

"Are you okay, Gerard?" He asked, leaning further against the wooden table as he looked at the older man kind of worriedly.

Gerard kind of jumped at the sudden question. He was too deep in thinking about Jonath...

"Y-yeah," the reply came almost immediately, in a weak unsure voice the bearded recognized very well.

Bob nodded, suspiciously, but left it alone...

At least until Gerard turned around from the counter, facing the table, and Bob could NOT miss the huge bulge in his red boxers.

"Morning wood?" He asked, his eyebrows raised. Gerard never minded answering these questions in the past, but this was just... wow. He'd never seen his best friend so hard before, not even when he caught the man taking Viagra or fucking someone.

Gerard, with a confused frown, looked down at his lower body, and with a sharp gasp he noticed the "problem" he had there.

"OH SHIT!" He exclaimed, almost dropping the mugs, but Bob went there and took them from the elder's grasp.

"Jesus, Gerard! What's gotten into you?" The bearded man asked, now very confused and worried.

"Oh, I'm- I'm sorry. I just... didn't expect that, that's all," Gerard mumbled quickly, desperately trying to hide away his fully hard boner.

Holy fucking shit.

"Gerard, is everything okay? It's just a morning wood, you know. Nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, I've seen you in worse conditions," Bob tried to soothe him as he placed the mugs on the table and went to put his arm around Gerard's shoulder.

"No, it's... it's not that. I was thinking about someone," the elder said, propping himself on the counter as he grabbed his forehead with the other hand.

"Someone?" Bob asked.

Gerard nodded.

"Well... who was it? Was it Frank?"

"N-no."

"Who then?"

"Never mind."

"Gerard..."

"Drop it."

"Gerard."

"I said drop it, Bob!" Gerard snapped harshly, tightening his hand on the edge of the counter and covering his eyes with the other.

There was a heavy silence. The bearded man was a bit shocked at the unexpected outburst. Gerard almost never snapped at him, and when he did he had a very good reason to.

The elder then realized what he had done and sighed quietly. "I'm sorry..." he mumbled, exhausted.

"That's okay," Bob said gently, rubbing the other's back. "If you don't want to tell me who it was then I..."

"It was Jonathan," Gerard squeaked out, almost in a whimper.

Now Bob was definitely surprised.

"What? Jonathan gave you a-"

"Yes. Yes he did."

"Wha... but... Gerard. I thought you were-"

"Yes I AM. I'm over him, Bob. I'm done. It was just some stupid thought that is gone now and I regret it anyway."

Bob nodded slowly.

"Well... you'd probably want to sort yourself out now."

He pointed his chin towards Gerard's boxers, and the older man nodded quietly.

"I'm gonna go out for a walk," the bearded man said (both of then knew what he meant by that), and stepped out of the house calmly.

Gerard was left in the kitchen, wondering how he should approach the "problem" down there.

If he touched himself, he thought, it would probably mean letting Jonathan win, right?

After all, this was what he wanted from Gerard all along. He intended him to have those unwanted thoughts, about things that occurred years ago, all the brushes of skin and pleasured noises...

He squeezed his eyes shut, pushing the memories away again.

He looked down miserably, and eventually decided to just get himself off in the shower, a one big "screw it" floating in his mind.

He slowly headed towards his bedroom, and just as he walked across the bed, he saw Frank stretching there, already in boxers and sweatpants, standing up.

They both stopped when their eyes locked.

"Hey," Frank's face lit up brightly and he walked over to Gerard.

He wrapped his arms around the elder's waist, and Gerard put his hands on Frank's hips, pulling the boy closer.

"Hi," he whispered and leaned down to kiss the man's soft lips.

Frank moaned happily and curled his fingers in Gerard's hair.

"Mmh, someone has a bit of a problem, huh?" He smirked as he pulled away slightly. Gerard blushed and for once, let out a small chuckle.

"I was actually about to solve this in the shower," the elder replied, smiling at Frank's expression.

"Well, I could help you," the younger grinned.

Gerard, in response, moaned and pushed Frank's head against his neck, letting the boy suck gently and nip on the pale pieces of skin.

They moved back to the bed and fell with Frank on top. He stroked Gerard's hair out of his face and kissed his cheek as he reached to tug on the man's boxers until they were half way down his thighs.

"Frank..." Gerard gasped and arched as a tender hand tightened around his throbbing member, pumping steadily. "Fuck," he whispered, wrapping his hands around the younger's back in need for closer contact.

"Shit. Gerard, so pretty," Frank murmured and cupped the elder's jaw in his free hand.

The vampire whined loudly, practically clawing at the boy's shoulders.

He was always a bitch for those things, attention, pleasure. He loved it, he always have.

Jonathan was more than right yesterday. Gerard needed him because he could give Gerard what all his one-night-stands couldn't give him.

He gave him attention, and care, held him, protected him, kept him safe.

And most of all...

He gave him sex.

Rough, passionate, tight, heated, neverending, lustful sex. Which was basically all Gerard needed in his life.

He was never proud of that fact. No, he hated that actually. It surprised him that with all the guys he fucked, he didn't get HIV and die yet.

He was an animalistic sex machine, barely masturbating because he always had his non-permanent partners with him all the time.

Until Frank came around, of course. Frank changed him. It was magical, unexpected, yet so welcomed and accepted.

He didn't need sex with Frank to be happy with him. It was just the boy's warm embrace, his playful smile, his beautiful eyes, the way their lips sealed in a perfect match each and every time, curved perfectly to blend with one another and become something new.

It was something he only ever had with Jonathan. And he wasn't even sure if it was as good as Frank's kissing. He didn't want to know.

But right now he was there, underneath the smaller man, panting and moaning loudly with lust and desire, pleasure swimming around in his head and coursing through his veins.

"Frank. Frank. I'm close. O-oh god. So close. Fuck, more!" He cried out and arched once more, pressing his forehead against the man's shoulder as the sweaty hand was pumping him harder and harder. It was too much for him to hold back any longer.

He could hear Frank's heavy breathing as he turned his head and whispered in the vampire's ear.

"Cum, Gerard."

The elder was then screaming and climaxing into the boy's hand, his hips shooting up to meet the steady stroking, his whole body trembling like it always did after cumming, and he lied there, until he stopped panting and finally allowed himself to open his eyes and look into Frank's.

"This was beautiful," he said quietly, rubbing his thumb over the other's soft cheek.

"You are," Frank said and kissed Gerard's wrist before climbing off of him. "Now come on, Bob told me we should go help Livvie in the store today. I'll finally get to meet her."

Gerard shook his head, still a little dizzy from his overwhelming orgasm. "Oh really?" He grinned, "that's awesome!"

"Yeah. Now get up, fucker, I need some coffee."

"Well, I made us all coffee, but someone just had to drag me over here and get me off."

"Asshole," Frank smiled and leaned down to kiss the man on the bed, and then pulled on a shirt and went with Gerard to drink their coffee together along with the donuts Bob brought them.

It was too normal somehow.

Too calm for Gerard's liking.

But he could manage calm.

Notes

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