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

Gerard opened his eyes. He blinked away the sleep and shook himself slightly to focus on his surrounding.

When he did, he found out he was sprawled on his bed, in his room, sticky and fogged by the horrible stench of dried sweat.

That's when yesterday started to come back, bit by bit. He steadily began to remember stuff. Jonathan, Bob, the storm, Livvie, being mad at Michael, and...

He slowly turned his head, still in the same position he fell asleep in, frowning slightly as he caught a glimpse of the peaceful face beside him.

Frank.

Gerard stared at the boy. The younger man was lying on his side, breathing quietly, his eyes shut softly, his hands supporting his head, as he was still deep in sleep.

Gerard grinned a little at the sight of his boyfriend, and his mind was immediately filled with affection and thoughts of how beautiful the other man was.

He remembered everything by now, every single moment of last night. When he glanced down at their lower bodies, which were covered by the white blanket, he managed to notice that none of them was wearing any clothes. They were still naked.

His face turned thoughtful as he tried to remember why they couldn't put their clothes back on before they fell asleep, or why they didn't at least clean up from the cum that pooled around their lower bodies.

Then he remembered. The two men had passed out after their intense orgasms. He remembered himself crying Frank's name as the amazing surge coursed through his entire body, sending him to heaven.

He made love to Frank yesterday. Last night was the night they fully devoted themselves to one another, when they smashed the last wall and showed each other how much their relationship actually meant to them.

Gerard momentarily wondered if it wasn't too early for them to have sex. But he didn't care. They knew each other well enough and trusted each other. They didn't need to drag it on forever. What they needed was love. Love, and appreciation, and devotion, and sincerity, and trust.

And Gerard had it all with Frank, just like the younger did with him.

He reached up and smoothed his fingers down Frank's face, skimming over his forehead and cheek and jaw and chin.

Frank skin was so soft... like stroking a feather. And it was softer than Gerard's. His body was better than the elder's. Gerard knew that. Everything about the younger man was so perfect. The vampire was stunned by just how much he was falling for Frank. How he would die to simply be able to hold the man forever, embrace him, treasure him, love him.

He wanted it all with Frank. But first he had to handle the problems around him. And then, he knew, he would have the boy. They could continue on with their relationship, go on dates, kiss, have a lot of sex... Gerard just couldn't wait for that to happen.

As he was busy thinking about his future with Frank, the other was suddenly stirring slightly and blinking his eyes open.

Their gazes immediately met. At first Frank simply stared into Gerard's eyes sort of blankly, but when a huge smile spread across his face, the older knew what he was thinking about.
"Morning, beautiful," he whispered happily.

"Hey," Gerard croaked out sleepily, and the two leaned in for a slow close-mouthed kiss.
"Last night was amazing," Frank said quietly against Gerard's lips.

"It was perfect," Gerard smiled and deepened the kiss.

The younger moaned. He parted his lips when the other's tongue asked for entrance, and slowly Gerard began to shuffle closer.

The kiss slowly heated up, as the elder wrapped his arms around Frank's waist, and the younger man put his hands at the back of his head.

"I feel sticky," he stated suddenly.

"Me too," Gerard replied against his lips, and then smiled, his eyes still shut. "I think we should take a shower."

Frank grinned. "I like that idea."

Gerard got up from the bed, his lower back feeling a little achy, and calmly went over to Frank's side to give him a hand.

The younger smiled as he took his boyfriend's hand and tried to sit up, immediately tensing at the sharp pain that shot through his spine from his ass.

"UH MOTHER FUCKING JESUS SON OF FUCK!" He exclaimed. "What the hell?!"

"Oh god Frank are you okay?" Gerard rushed to ask as the younger fell back to the mattress panting.

"Yeah yeah I'm good just... fuck. Just give me a second," he breathed out, still trying to calm himself down.

"Okay h-hold on. I'm going to get you some painkillers," Gerard soothed and stroked the younger's face, and Frank gave him a weak smile before he headed into the bathroom, returning with a few pills and a glass of water.

He slowly helped Frank sit up and swallow them down before kissing his forehead.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against the skin.

"It's okay," Frank murmured as he leaned his head on the other's shoulder. "I enjoyed every moment of last night. You're amazing."

He kissed Gerard's bare shoulder, grinning into his skin, and Gerard blushed in return.

"I enjoyed it too. You have the best ass in the world," he joked, and they both chuckled.

"Wait 'till I get to YOUR ass. I bet it's perfect," Frank smirked and turned his head so he could nibble at Gerard's neck, feeling as the older shivered with pleasure.

"Maybe one day," Gerard let out a breathy laugh. He only ever bottomed for one person in his life... he wasn't sure if he was anywhere near ready to go back to it.

But then again, for Frank he will try. Just because it was Frank.

He moaned lowly when the younger began sucking on his neck, finding one of the sweet spots near his collarbone.

"Frankie," he groaned when a warm hand rubbed his thigh slowly, edging higher and higher each time, until the other was almost cupping his crotch.

"You were so hot last night, Gee," the smaller man whispered in his ear. "Can't wait for the next time we make love."

Gerard gasped. When Frank said it out loud it sounded so much better, and the way he said it made Gerard just want to throw him on the mattress and do it all day long.

But for now, he settled for grabbing Frank's face and bringing him in for a messy kiss.

The boy went willingly, smiling as he pushed his lips against Gerard's and cupped the man's face.

The elder made a small groan as he pulled Frank to his lap, both of them sitting on the edge of the bed as the younger straddled his hips, their half-hard dicks slightly pressed together as they made out naked.

xoxoxoxo

They kissed slowly and calmly for about thirty minutes, until the painkillers kicked in fully and Frank was able to get up and walk around by himself, stepping into the shower and turning on the hot water as Gerard emptied his bladder.

Frank was standing facing the tiles of the shower, relaxing as the hot water poured over his face and washed his body from the remains of last night's events.

The young man grinned at the memory and shivered slightly. It was the best thing he could ever ask for with Gerard. The older did it with so much passion and care, every single moment felt magical.

He gasped quietly when two gentle hands were suddenly rested on his hips, and a warm chest pressed against his back under the water. Once he caught up with who it was behind him, a smile crept on his face again, and he leaned his head back, moaning as a pair of lips began kissing down his neck.

"You're so beautiful," the soft voice whispered in his ear, making him shiver.

"Not as h-half as y-you are," he groaned, although it was a bit of a struggle to talk as Gerard found a sweet spot and sucked on it deeply.

The younger let his head fall back on the other man's shoulder, and he reached behind them to hold Gerard's thighs and pull him closer.

The elder slid his hands further from Frank's hips, resting them on the boy's lower stomach as he playfully bit on his neck, relishing the needy moan that escaped him.

"Gerard," Frank gasped. The older man moaned when the other suddenly pushed his ass back into his own crotch, and that's when he lost it and slid his hand down to grasp the other's half-hard cock. "Oh god," Frank groaned in pleasure.

Gerard pressed a kiss to his cheek as he started jerking him off, fast and hard, enjoying the slutty moans he was pulling out of the younger as his hand worked magic on Frank's dick.

"Frankie..." he breathed into his ears and bucked forward against the young man's ass. He knew going in would probably be painful for Frank right now, so he simply went for grinding hard against the boy's body as his hand moved faster on his flush cock.

"G-Gee... fuck... please," Frank whined, his hands clenching around the tiles to keep himself up, and he practically cried out at the double sensation, rutting onto Gerard's dick and moaning as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Hold it back, Frankie," the elder breathed into his shoulder, sensing what was about to happen. "Let's cum together baby."

Frank whined again. Gerard's hand was so good around his cock, faster than any of his past boyfriends, firmer, stronger. Basically a heaven.

He gasped when Gerard twisted his wrist in a perfect angle and tightened his fist around the younger man. The elder could feel his orgasm building up inside him, too, as he continued on fucking against Frank's skin.

"Gerard," Frank panted out, "Please, just let me... fuck."

The younger pressed his forehead against his own arm, screwing his eyes shut at the intense pleasure that surrounded him.

"Frankie I..." Gerard couldn't complete his sentence before he was sinking his teeth onto the other's shoulder and cumming into the white skin of his back, his hand squeezing Frank's cock extremely hard, which caused the younger to release with a high cry of his name, panting and holding onto the metal tiles like a lifeline.

The two were slowly calming down, letting the water wash off the cum as they breathed heavily, Gerard's arms wrapped tightly around Frank's waist to keep the boy up.

"Shit..." the younger chuckled breathlessly. Gerard laughed quietly and kissed his shoulder blade, and Frank turned around in his arms so he could kiss the older's cheek.

Gerard smiled and brushed his boyfriend's soaked hair from his face before kissing his nose and smiling wide.

"Want some coffee?"

"Sure," Frank grinned.

The two cleaned themselves up quickly, and then stepped out of the shower, drying each other off and returning to the bedroom.

As Frank was dressing up in a pair of boxers and long sweat pants, Gerard was half staring at him with a huge smile plastered across his face. The younger man was so beautiful, truly a masterpiece that just made Gerard's heart swell as butterflies erupted in his stomach. Everything about him was a perfection in the older man's eyes, his hair, his face, his arms, legs, chest... everything had that stunning glow that Gerard just couldn't get enough of.

"What?" the quiet voice asked, shaking him from his thoughts. Gerard looked up to meet the other's face. The younger man was blushing slightly, gazing at him shyly as he played with a sleeves of his black hoodie.

"What?" Gerard replied with a smirk.

"You were staring at me," Frank laughed. The vampire's smirk only widened as he pulled on an over-sized shirt.

"No I wasn't," he denied causally.

"Yeah you were. I just saw you doing it."

"You're making it up, Frank. Why would I stare at you?"

"Because I'm awesome."

Suddenly Gerard was hugging his side, attacking his face with kisses, as Frank giggled and squirmed in his arms.

"No! Please, no, fucking tickles! G-Gerard!"

"Shut up! I'm kissing my boyfriend here and you're interrupting," the elder replied cheekily and kept kissing and tickling Frank.

"No! P-please, I can't breathe. Gee!" he exclaimed with a smile as he continued trying to push the other away.

Gerard ignored him and kissed all over his face, his fingers teasing the younger's sides. Frank had tears in his eyes as he laughed harder.

"Little fucker! Let me go!"

"Where's the fun in that?" Gerard chuckled.

"Fuck off!"

Finally, the older stopped and pulled away slightly, and Frank wrapped his arms around his neck as he tried to regain his breath.

"What the hell?" he laughed quietly and kissed Gerard's jaw gently.

"What? You looked so cute like that. I couldn't just stop and let go of you," the elder smirked as he wrapped his arms around the younger's waist.

"Fuck you," Frank whispered and pecked his lips. "I'm upset now."

"And why is that?" Gerard raised a playful eyebrow.

"Because you, sir, promised me coffee. Where is it?"

"Almost ready, ma'am," the older man chuckled and pulled Frank up against him, pressing their lips together.

The younger smiled into the kiss. "Thanks," he murmured as they pulled away, still close.

The two headed to the kitchen. Frank sat down at the small table, as Gerard turned on the coffee machine along with choosing a good station on the radio.

"Good morning everyone, this is Kelly Spring and you're listening to 99FM, quality music twenty four hours a day!" the cheerful voice of the familiar broadcaster came.

"Ooh, she's my favorite broadcaster," Frank said.

"Mine too," Gerard replied as he dug his cabin for two mugs.

"Now, time for our usual morning tradition, where our listeners get to call us and dedicate a song to a person of their choice!" Kelly continued on talking in her soft voice. "First on, we have Becca, requesting a song for her boyfriend, Alex. Becca chose Dark Side, by Kelly Clarkson, which is a great song by my opinion, along with a note that says 'all the love and kisses, yours truly, Becca'. Enjoy, everyone!"

The soft notes began playing quietly, along with the familiar voice of the singer, and the kitchen was soon filled with the first verse of the song.

Frank heard a throat clearing above him, and looked up to see the older man holding a hand out for him to take.

"What?" He asked with a smile.

"Come dance with me," Gerard grinned. Frank chuckled and raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Come on, fucker, dance with me. It'll be fun."

Frank stared at him, considering whether he actually meant it, and soon found out that Gerard was dead serious, so with a small sigh he stood up and took the older's hand, the two positioning themselves in the middle of the kitchen to where Frank's hand was resting on Gerard's shoulder, the other one linked with the vampire's hand, as the elder's held him by the tender curve of his lower back, and then the lyrics were heard.

'There's a place that I know,
it's not pretty there
and few have ever gone.'

Gerard began slowly swinging from side to side with the younger in his arms, their eyes fixed on each other.

'If I show it to you now,
will it make you run away?
Or will you stay,
even if it hurts?
Even if I try to push you out,
will you return?'

The two grinned at one another. Frank was not able to tear his gaze away from the other's face as it split into a huge smile, filled with so much love... Frank just wanted to stay with him forever.

'And remind me who I really am,
please remind me who I really am...

xoxoxoxo

Everybody's got a dark side.
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?'

Gerard let go of Frank's lower back, letting the boy swing away from him, before he spun himself along the older's arm, and Gerard hugged him closely to him.

'Nobody's a picture perfect,
but we're worth it,
you know that we're worth it.'

The older man leaned his upper body forward, holding Frank up as the younger was bent backwards and he hooked a leg around Gerard's hip.

'Will you love me,
even with my dark side?'

The two continued on moving around slowly, following the other's lead as the second verse started.

But neither of them could actually focus on the music at this point. They were so deep in each other's eyes, working as one body, all the while not breaking away, not for a single moment.

They were mesmerized. When weren't they? Gerard couldn't look in the boy's eyes without sinking into them, and Frank wasn't able to look away once he was met with the safe hazel spark, mixed with golden glimmers that just pulled him into his own personal heaven.

Gerard was like his sunset, and his sunrise. His awakening and his dreams. His fall and spring. He was perfect.

And Frank didn't need more than one moment with the older man to know it.

Gerard, on the other hand, saw Frank as his hope. His future and his past, his memories and fantasies, his imagination and his mind.

All their pieces were put together to complete an imagine. The image they were both hoping for, even though it seemed like just the beginning of their troubles.

Gerard didn't care. Not right now. Not when Frank was this close to him, the sweet love song in the background.

His present with Frank mattered more than the past, and only for now, it meant more than the future.

He was going to keep it that way.

As long as he had Frank.

xoxoxoxo

Michael peeled his shirt off of his body, leaving his torso bare against the cold night.

He stared at himself in the mirror. Glared. Nothing was new to him. There's nothing he hasn't seen.

He took a deep quiet breath and closed his eyes, trying to soothe his over-active brain. His head was constantly flooded with memories and thoughts he didn't want. About everything and everyone.

It's like he couldn't think straight anymore. He couldn't have time for himself in that twisted mind of his, always filled with revenge and hatred and fear.

Not that he was afraid of things around him. Like the mafia or his brother. No. Michael was afraid of himself, afraid of what he turned into.

To suppress that fear he dropped the blame on Gerard, changing the dread into anger as he dropped it on the older man's shoulders.

He didn't care if Gerard gets hurt in the process. He wanted it to hurt. Wanted it so bad.Michael wanted Gerard to have the biggest scar, maybe not on the outside, like the one on the younger brother's chest, but on his heart. He would strike in the man's weakest spot, when he's least ready for it.

And for Michael's luck, he was very patient when it came to revenge. After all, he waited all those years since that night in the alley, the night that took away everything he had. Ever since he was waiting for the perfect time to get his plan up and running.

Until he got the sign. That short young man with the black hair that just caught every ounce of the elder's attention. Gerard was falling for him by the second, addicted to him like a drug to the soul.

Frank was perfect for Michael to use. All he had to do was just...

The man opened his eyes and stared at his reflection, tears slowly making their way down his thin cheeks.

Why did he always have to go back to revenge? Couldn't he just have one second of normal thoughts? One minute of relaxing while he was awake?

No. Apparently he couldn't.

Michael quickly wiped the tears off of his slightly flushed face, breathing heavily, and bowed his head in both anger and shame.

As if on cue, while the young man was busy calming himself down, shivers running up and down his spine, a soft pair of hands was wrapped around his frame, resting on his chest and stomach and rubbing circles in very slow motions.

He opened his eyes but didn't look up. He knew who it was, and he knew they came just in time to help him relax.

"You seem tense," the quiet voice spoke in his ear.

"No shit," he replied in a bored whisper.

The two hands carefully slipped to his shoulders, where they began massaging his muscles and digging into the skin in a soothing way.

"I could help you feel better," the voice whispered again.

Michael let out a soft moan as the hands pressed onto just the right spots, sending waves of relief in his rigid body.

He could feel the pair of lips behind him stretching into a smirk as they kissed his shoulder blades slowly, and he leaned his head back a little.

"How is he?" he asked. The figure knew who he meant.

"Happier than ever."

"Does he get sex?"

"Last night. He'll be getting more soon, don't worry."

"Good," Michael said quietly, groaning as the hands kept working his muscles harder yet with care. "We need to keep him content."

"Of course," the voice whispered, still smirking.

Michael suddenly turned around in the other's arms and took the shorter man's face in his hands.

The younger smiled and wrapped his arms around Michael's back, keeping him close as the older leaned in closer.

"Break him," Michael whispered when their noses were almost touching.

"My pleasure," Jonathan replied, and in a blink of an eye the two were kissing hard and rough, grabbing every part of each other they could reach.

Michael growled lowly into the younger man's mouth, quickly helping him out of his shirt before pushing him down on the bed and lying on top of him.

Jonathan moaned lowly as the brother stripped the two of them faster than usual and spread the younger's thighs, positioning himself between them as he kissed him harder.

Notes

Song reference: Kelly Clarkson - Dark Side.

So... Michael and Jonathan... what do you think?

Thank you all for reading, I love you very very much, remember never to give up hope, never stop believing in yourself and your abilities. I know it doesn't make much difference when I just sit here, so far away from you, not even able to say this face to face. The least I can do is support online. As a girl who made some... stupid mistakes with her body, I don't want any of you to have to face this, so you're welcome to talk to me at any time, and know that I will always have time to help. Don't push your problems aside. I tend to do that a lot, and it sure doesn't end well.

So please, let people in, let people help. Someone out there still needs you.

xoxo Mikey<3