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

Chapter 21

"Oh god! Uh! No, stop!" Gerard giggled as he sprinted into the bedroom, running away from his boyfriend. He had accidentally striked a mug of coffee off of the counter, almost having it falling and breaking, before the other man caught it and gave him a playful warning look.

Before he could say something to Gerard, the older was already escaping the kitchen, knowing he got in "trouble" for his mistake, and started laughing hard imagining what his boyfriend would do to him once he had him in his arms.

"Come back here, you little sneaky bastard!" The younger called playfully as he entered the bedroom after him.

Gerard tried to run into the bathroom before the other reached him, swiftly opening the door and stepping in, when suddenly two hands were grabbing his shoulders and he was pulled back into a warm familiar chest, being hugged tightly.

He laughed uncontrollably, squirming at the lips that pressed quick kisses along his neck and ear.

Then he was gently thrown on the bed. By now he knew there was no point in trying to escape, because the other man already had him where he wanted him. Yet he shuffled clumsily to the headboard and flipped over so he was lying on his back, and watched as the boy crawled over to him.

"Just wait 'till I get you baby," he licked his lips devilishly. Gerard smiled, and squealed when suddenly the man was above him, straddling his waist and bounding his wrists above his head. That's when he burst in another fit of laughter, fighting against the body restraining him.

"No! Let go! You're not getting me anytime soon, fucker!" He exclaimed as he tried to wriggle from underneath his boyfriend.

"Oh, I will. You were a very bad boy, honey," the young man said calmly as he held Gerard's wrists tighter and reached for the nightstand. "Spilling my coffee..." he continued, the older man still trying to squirm out of his grip a little with that huge smile plastered on his face. "Running away... trying to avoid punishment... you know better than that, honey. We both know you do."

Finally, Gerard stilled underneath him, only shaking with silent laughter as he stared up at the man above him with clear awe.

The younger raised an eyebrow at him.

"You do know better than that, right?"

Gerard nodded eagerly. "I do. I'm sorry."

The young man smirked down at the elder as he grabbed the pair of handcuffs he had reserved especially for his boyfriend.

Gerard's breath hitched slightly with excitement as his hands were slowly cuffed to the headboard, and a warm pair of lips skimmed over his neck.

"Your apology will be accepted after I give you your punishment baby," the younger's voice whispered in his ear, sending a thousand shivers coursing up and down the other man's spine, and he let out an uncontrollable moan.

The younger smirked as he ran his hands down Gerard's sides, slipping his cool fingers under the hem of his over-sized t-shirt, and touched his ribs.

The older man gasped and froze completely, giving in under the fear and anticipation that surrounded him.

"Tell me what you want baby," the familiar voice was whispering in his ear, slow and confident, raspy yet clear.

Gerard was panting at this point, rocking his hips only so slightly to get the little bit of friction on the growing erection in his boxers.

Once he found it in himself to speak up, his answer already clear in his head, he closed his eyes and breathed out in a low desperate whisper.

"Fuck me, Jonathan."

The younger man smiled and tucked his face under Gerard's jaw, where he found a sweet spot to settle on with his lips, enjoying every sound Gerard made below him, the older man's hips rocking up more urgently, his movement now clearer and firmer, and Jonathan let him, just because Gerard was his little bitch.

"It will be my pleasure, baby," he murmured against the tender skin, which was now ruined by a deep red mark that let everyone know who Gerard belonged to.

It was even more obvious when the older man wrapped his legs tightly around Jonathan's waist, barely giving the young guy above him space or time to get the two of them out of their clothes, but eventually they were left naked and bare for the other's eyes to see.

Gerard itched to reach out and smooth his hands down Jonathan's muscular chest, but was held back by the handcuffs, which made him whine loudly in desperation for contact.

"Shh, shh, relax baby. I'm gonna make you feel so good," the younger man cooed as he cupped the elder's face and leaned down to kiss him deeply.

Gerard moaned with happiness and need, as Jonathan's hands ran down his sides to his hips, and onto his thick thighs. Oh, how those thighs were turning the younger man on. Every time he would lay his hands on his boyfriend's full legs, he'd just want to stay there all day and smooth his hands all over the skin, hear Gerard make his breathtaking noises as the other man tasted him.

Jonathan suddenly felt the urge to kiss every part of Gerard's beautiful body, enjoy the fact that the man below him belonged to him and him only.

So that's what he did. Starting off with slow kisses down the other man's chest, edging lower and lower, feeling Gerard's body tremble slightly, and he tried his best to soothe him.

It was almost funny how much Gerard wanted this. He wanted everything. Always. In any way possible. Even the simplest touch could make him shiver, the tiniest hint of sexuality would make him moan out like a cheap whore in the younger's arms.

And the thing was, Gerard Way was the most submissive bitch when he came under Jonathan's custody.

And for the sake of them both, the younger man knew just what to do with the control he was given. He knew how to turn Gerard on and how to make him scream and beg, he knew how to push Gerard to the absolute limit and keep him there until the other man was just about passing out.

No one else could do that besides Jonathan. And he knew he would enjoy every moment of it as long as it lasted.

Before Gerard even knew it, Jonathan already had his face between the older man's legs, glancing down at the flushed cock pressing onto his pale stomach, and his pretty pink asshole that was clenched with desire, making the younger just want to do everything to him, now.

So he allowed himself to lose control, and pushed Gerard's legs high upwards to give himself better access, before burying his face deep inside the older man, doing what he did best in all their years of knowing each other; he made Gerard weak.

xoxoxoxo

Gerard shot up from the mattress, panting and sweaty, as he looked around frantically, heart beating fast in his chest, making him grip the skin at the center of his ribs, eyes open wide.

It's okay, he told himself, it's over. It's gone. It's not there anymore. Just fucking breathe and it'll all go away.

Slowly, he forced himself to regain his breath, and rested his forehead on his bent knee, whimpering quietly as shivers went through his fragile body.

He felt tears prick in his eyes, and fought them back, knowing he shouldn't be crying because of it.

All he had to do was relax. Or at least, that's what he told himself. It was all about relaxing. Just breathe, calm down, drink some water, and everything will be fine.

The older man let out one last whine before he slowly laid down again, his back pressed up against the headboard, and he watched his upper body rising and falling with his now slow inhaling and exhaling.

When he looked over to his side, he saw the pair of green eyes that stared at him sleepily, the boy freshly awake and giving him a look of slight concern.

"Bad dream?" He croaked out weakly. Gerard bowed his head with an exhausted frown, staring down at his lap and trying to get his mouth working again.

"You could say that," he answered simply.

When he looked back at Frank, the boy was reaching his hands out for Gerard, still laid on his side and staring up at the older.

Gerard sighed quietly and pulled the younger into his arms, letting his head rest on his bare chest so Frank could listen to his heartbeats as they sat in silence, the elder stroking his boyfriend's hair as Frank rested his arm flat across Gerard's stomach, feeling it swell and sink.

"Wanna talk about it?" He murmured after a few minutes.

Gerard sighed and shook his head slowly, slightly ashamed.

"No."

"Okay," Frank whispered. "Do you want to go back to sleep?"

This time, Gerard nodded, and pressed a small kiss to the top of Frank's head before laying him down beside him.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Let's sleep."

Frank nodded quietly, already dozing off peacefully, and Gerard pulled him to his chest, just to feel the boy's warmth against his half-naked body, as he tried to convince himself to dream once again...

xoxoxoxo

"Michael, come on! We're gonna be late!"

Eight year-old Gerard called out as he ran along the corridor, into the bedroom, where his little brother was standing in front of the mirror in his tiny black suit, struggling with his tie, his tongue poking out as he was concentrating, yet it didn't work out for him, as usual.

Gerard sighed and walked over to his baby brother.

"You're not doing it right, Michael," he spoke quietly and calmly. The younger brother looked up at him with sad eyes, in silent pleading for help.

The eight year-old walked over to the mirror, gesturing Michael to turn around and face him, and gently took the younger's tie in his small pale hands.

"Here, you take the two edges here and tie them together," he began explaining patiently, like he'd always done while explaining something to Michael. "And then you bring it over here and put it in there... and you insert it through the loop, straighten it up, and... you're ready."

He smiled looking his brother up and down. Five year-old Michael grinned at his brother and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you Gee! You're the best brother in the world!" He said happily into his shoulder.

"You too, Mikey," the elder smiled down at him. He knew how his brother loved being called that way. "Now, come on," he said quietly, tugging on his arms gently, "We need to go. Mom and Dad are waiting, and they said everyone will be there."

Michael nodded against his chest and pulled away only slightly, still holding onto his brother and smiling up at the older boy, who seemed like a god to him. It made Gerard feel needed with the amount of awe Michael's eyes held every time he was looking at his brother.

"I love you Gee," he said happily. Gerard just pulled him to his chest again in a tight hug, the two standing in the middle of their bedroom closely, keeping each other safe like only brothers can do.

They kept each other warm and happy, Gerard protecting Michael and Michael trusting him with his own life.

They never judged each other or blamed one another when they got in trouble. Although they were still little kids, they knew how to stand up for each other, supporting and understanding, holding closely when the other was crying or upset.

They knew each other all too well. They shared all their deepest secrets and everything they've gone through every single day.

It was pure brother's love, making them both feel content and embraced, protected and secured.

"I love you, too," Gerard said against his younger brother's hair.

xoxoxoxo

Gerard shook in his sleep. He somehow let go of Frank's frame in the middle of the night and turned around, to where he was facing the wall, slightly shivering with coldness and sadness, whimpering as self-guilt and memories attacked him from every possible direction.

Why did he deserve this? He just wanted a normal life.

But as he was beginning to realize, the normal life were very hard to get.

And maybe, maybe... it was just a little too hard for him to handle...

xoxoxoxo

Gerard collapsed to the mattress panting. The other man fell right beside him, the two sprawled out on the cum-stained bed, groaning in relief.

"That was amazing," Jonathan breathed out, and Gerard nodded, speechless, his gaze fixed on the dark yellow ceiling.

The two slowly regained their ability to breathe properly, Gerard stuck with that huge pleased smile across his sweaty face, his sweaty chest rising and falling rapidly as he felt the salty water rolling down his sweaty forehead.

They both fell silent, allowing their bodies to sink into the comfortable mattress, and only managed to turn their heads and look at each other, smiling like two idiots helplessly in love.

"I love you," Gerard said as if he couldn't go on another second without saying it out loud, although he'd already confessed his feelings for the man a long time ago...

Jonathan's smile weakened. Exhaustion took over both of them as they shuffled closer to be able to bring their hands together and interlock their fingers.

The younger man looked into Gerard's sparkling eyes again. The other man was beautiful. It was something he admitted every day so the older could know it, making him blush every single time, which just made him look even more gorgeous.

Jonathan knew the truth. The painful truth that even if he couldn't be with Gerard, even if the universe was falling apart around them, and the older man was taken away from him forever, he wouldn't be able to change his feelings.

He didn't even want to. The other man was a masterpiece, truly a creation of god, sent down to Earth to shock and mesmerize Jonathan in every way possible.

The way their hands just fit together perfectly, as if they were made only for each other. The way their gazes locked and couldn't break apart. The way their bodies moved together when they were tangled in each other on the bed, moaning in unison and shining like a glittering star in the midnight sky.

Gerard was like his prison. And he happily imprisoned himself in the capturing light that shone straight from Gerard's pretty soul.

Jonathan was attracted to every single part of him, every inch of his tender perfect skin. The man was a dream coming true, a fantasy falling to pieces and crashing under the relieving hands of reality, that told the younger that was he was seeing in front of him, what he was sharing a bed with, in their small house, was everything but the work of his own imagination.

Gerard was real, Gerard was there, and Gerard was his.

He knew just what he wanted to say, and every time he said it he only meant it more and more.

"I love you too, Gerard."

Notes

Thank you all so much for reading, hopefully I'll see you in the next chapter!

Xoxo Mikey <3

Comments

@RazorsChemicalsandPoison
Wow thank you so much!! This means a hell lot to me, and honestly it's not even one of my best stories, so hearing these comments helps me a lot! <3

MikeyLotan12 MikeyLotan12
10/25/17

ERMERGERD THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST INTRUIGING STORIES I HAVE EVER READ ON THIS SITE!

Oh man!!! Gee should let Frankie top him!! That would show that bastard ex of his!

domebedward domebedward
7/28/17

@domebedward
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it. Your comment really made my day.

MikeyLotan12 MikeyLotan12
6/25/17

That was smoking hot make love! You wrapped up fucking and making love beautifully!! Well done

domebedward domebedward
6/25/17