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

"We're going on a date," Gerard said, out of the blue, as the two were calmly sitting in the kitchen, Frank sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper as Gerard listened to the morning radio.

The two were enjoying a quiet Sunday, waking up at 7a.m. and making themselves some breakfast, which they were currently eating.

Frank looked up from the paper he was holding and gave Gerard a slightly questioning look.

"A date?"

"Yeah," the older replied with a shrug from where he was sitting on the other side of the table. "We've been together for a few weeks now. I think it'll be nice. Plus, it would make up for the last time we went out..."

Frank let out a small awkward chuckle.

"We weren't together tough."

"Yeah. And still, I feel like I owe you that, since our current state isn't exactly... romantic."

Gerard gave Frank a small apologetic smile, and reached his free hand to hold the younger's.

Frank grinned at him, willingly lacing their fingers, and the two stared down at their hands as they talked.

"No. I guess it's not," Frank murmured quietly. "But it'll be okay. I'm sure of it."

Gerard nodded, not really convinced.

It was easy for Frank to talk about "things getting easier". The boy knew less than a half of what Gerard knew.

Gerard wasn't even so sure if it was a good idea to keep it all hidden from Frank. They lived together, after all. What good could possibly come out from all those secrets?

He didn't know. But for now he will keep his secrets to himself. Because that would mean the younger man is safer.

He looked up at Frank, and leaned over the table to press a kiss on the younger's forehead, making the other smile widely as the two kept eating quietly.

"So, where will we be going for our 'date'?" Frank asked after a few minutes, as his thumb circled the back of Gerard's hand.

"Well, I was thinking about giving Sapori Dolci another shot," the elder replied. "You liked the food last time, right?"

Frank nodded with a smile. "I did. That ravioli tasted so fucking good," he practically moaned, and that caused Gerard to smirk.

"Well, I think your lips afterwards tasted even better."

Frank's eyes widened a little, and he froze right before he took another sip from his coffee.

Then he smirked with a small blush and drank the rest of what was left in the mug.

"Don't turn me on Gee. Dirty talking doesn't fool me," he said as he stood up and went to put the mug in the sink. Gerard's eyes followed him as the boy's hips swung gently from side to side with every step.

When Frank turned around and noticed that the older man's lip was caught under his teeth, he felt pride swelling inside him, and slowly walked over to Gerard's side of the table.

"See something you like?" He asked smugly as he sat crossed-legs on the edge of the table and drank the coffee from Gerard's mug.

The vampire watched him hungrily as Frank moaned (maybe a bit too loudly) at the relieving taste of coffee that danced on his tongue, and slowly took the mug away from his shiny pink lips.

When he looked down the older man, he saw him clawing slightly at the edge of the table, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, and he could only imagine what was going through his boyfriend's mind while giving him that look.

"You're cute like this," he commented casually at the pink shade that covered Gerard's cheeks, and bent down from the table expertly to kiss each one of them, catching the skin between his teeth only for a moment before pulling away but keeping their faces close.

He stared deeply into the older man's eyes, teasing and challenging, waiting for him to break.

And although he was expecting something of that manner, he was a bit surprised when Gerard stood up, grabbed his shoulders, ripped him off of the table and slammed him against the nearest wall.

"Fucking hell," he moaned as he leaned down to kiss Frank's neck powerfully and picked the smaller man's legs so they were wrapped around his waist.

Frank moaned genuinely as Gerard was busy marking his skin with his lips and teeth and running his hands all over the boy.

"Gee," he gasped when the older pressed him harder against the wall and pushed his crotch between Frank's open legs.

He shivered at the low growl Gerard made as their lower bodies came in contact and whimpered when the man bit the side of his neck in a possessive gesture that turned him on beyond belief.

"Uh, Gerard... p-please..." he moaned, eyes rolling back, as the other's lips trailed lower and lower, slowly letting Frank stand up on his own again, and Gerard lifted his shirt up a bit to have better access to his torso.

The older man kissed and licked everything he could reach, enjoying the sounds the younger was making above him, and finally dropped down on his knees to get what he had planned going.

Frank was already panting, blushing heavily and closing his eyes as he tugged on Gerard's hair slightly.

The older man managed to get his jeans off, followed by his boxers, before looking adoringly at what was in front of him, hard and twitching.

"Fuck... Gerard... y-you have to..." Frank's sentence was cut off by a whine.

Gerard hummed in approval, and only looked up at boy's face one more time before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking like his life depended on it, relishing every single sound that left the younger man's mouth.

Frank leaned his head back against the wall, letting out a soft groan and tugging at Gerard's hair when the older found a special spot along his cock. It's been a few days since the last time Gerard gave him a blowjob.

They hadn't made love since their first time together, and that was a little more than two weeks ago. But Gerard was okay with it. Unlike the past few years in his life (and Jonathan), he suddenly found himself not so desperate for putting his dick up someone's ass (or in Jonathan's case, having a dick up in his own).

He just wanted to be with Frank. He wanted to love Frank, he wanted to hold Frank, he wanted to talk to him, kiss him, fall asleep next to him. He didn't mind not getting friction, and the handjobs and blowjobs from time to time were definitely enough for him.

The two were still constantly horny, so they did something of that manner pretty much every day.

But at least they weren't desperate for it, like Frank had been with all his ex-boyfriends and Gerard with the dozens and dozens of useless one-night-stands. He lost count maybe two years ago over how many people he was inside of.

Not that it mattered now. No, not anymore. Now his mouth was wrapped around the best person he knew, the cutest and the most perfect boyfriend he could have asked for.

Frank's moaning was so fucking beautiful. The way his hands tugged needily at Gerard's hair in a poor attempt to hold onto something.

The boy was practically crying with pleasure as Gerard's lips tightened around him and his warm tongue dug into the slit, making Frank bite his lip hard after letting out a whimper.

Gerard moaned around him, and the vibrations made Frank's hips kick forward, his dick forcing its way down the elder's throat.

Gerard didn't mind. He was great at deep-throating.

"Gerard. I'm-I'm gonna... So close," Frank panted, his head banging loudly against the wall followed by a groan.

The vampire went to the head, working the younger man as best as he could, along with his hand pumping Frank's length quickly, until finally, Frank grabbed Gerard's head and sharply thrust in several times before cumming into his mouth.

The boy regained his breath as Gerard pulled off slowly, his jaw feeling numb and his throat a bit ruined, but he felt content knowing that he just made Frank feel so good.

The young man pulled him up to his feet and kissed him passionately. Gerard gave in with a long moan, wrapping his arms around Frank's back as they deepened the kiss.

"Mmh... so how about that date you taking about?" Frank asked, his teeth playing with Gerard's lower lip causing the elder to whine softly.

"How does tonight sound?" He asked when the young man finally let go of his lip.

"Perfect," Frank moaned happily, allowing Gerard to push him further against the wall as they made out calmly, the older man sucking Frank's tongue into his mouth, and they rolled them together with slight need.

Gerard blurrily remembered the last time he made out with someone and it actually felt that good. All his hook-ups didn't put that much thought into the kiss, just shoved their tongues into his mouth and kissed him sloppily and messily. Now that he thought of it, it sounded kinda of gross.

He never actually liked it. The only one that could kiss him nearly perfectly was Jonathan. Before Frank, Jonathan was the only person who kissed Gerard because he wanted to kiss him, because it meant something to him.

Sure, their relationship was almost always sex-based, but they usually found time to be an actual couple. Jonathan did take the older man on dates, cuddled him, watched movies with him, bought him stuff and made him food, and never really asked for anything in return. The sex was mostly because Gerard wanted it so badly.

That's why he never became an alcoholic or a druggy. He was already drunk on sex, already addicted to the foggy floating feeling of pleasure that went all the way from his toes to the top of his head every time he was in bed with someone.

He always loved the feeling of the sheets against his fingers as he dug them into the mattress, the sound of his own moans mixed with his partner's was truly a heaven in his ears.

He made people feel good, even if only for one night. He felt wanted, even if they left him alone right as the morning came.

But now he had Frank. Frank actually and genuinely wanted him. Frank actually enjoyed his company, not only when Gerard was inside of him.

Jonathan did too, of course, since he was the one to offer Gerard a real relationship for the first time in his life, and they've been together for years, never getting sick of each other...

Gerard shook that thought out of his head as he slowly pulled away from the kissing, panting and staring down at his current boyfriend, whose arms were hooked around the older man's neck to keep him close.

He silently brushed the boy's hair from his face as the other gave him an adoring look. There was only one person in his life that looked at him that way, and the thought of him caused Gerard to mentally wince.

He managed to turn his attention back to Frank, who was slowly smoothing his hands down his shoulders, and back, and hair.

They stayed there just admiring each other, until a voice broke their long silence.

"Can you sing something?"

Gerard's eyes widened only momentarily before he nodded and opened his mouth slightly.

xoxoxoxo

'Beauty queen of only eighteen,
she had some trouble with herself.
He was always there to help her,
she always belonged to someone else.
I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door,
I've had you so many times but somehow I want more.

xoxoxoxo

I don't mind spending every day,
out on your corner in the pouring rain,
look for the girl with the broken smile,
ask her if she wants to stay awhile.
And she will be loved...
And she will be loved...

xoxoxoxo

Tap on my window,
knock on my door,
I want to make you feel beautiful.
I know I tend to get so insecure,
it doesn't matter anymore.
It's not always rainbows and butterflies,
it's compromise that moves us along, yeah.
My heart is full and my door's always open,
you come anytime you want, yeah.

xoxoxoxo

I don't mind spending every day
out on your corner in the pouring rain,
look for the girl with the broken smile,
ask her if she wants to stay awhile.
And she will be loved...
And she will be loved...
And she will be loved...
And she will be loved...'

xoxoxoxo

By the time Gerard was done singing, Frank was clinging to him tightly, his head resting against the older's chest and his arms wrapped warmly around his waist.

Gerard could feel the boy grinning widely. He wasn't sure why though.

"Maroon 5 are one of my favorite bands," he said quietly, already answering Gerard's silent question, and the elder looked down at him.

"So you liked it?" He asked softly. Frank tilted his head up so he could look in Gerard's eyes and see just how beautiful they were from up close.

"I loved it," he whispered and kissed Gerard again.

The other man smiled and accepted the kiss, his heart fluttering as a blush covered his cheeks.

God, he hadn't blushed in years, and Frank just came up thinking he could do this to him whenever the fuck he wanted.

Gerard didn't mind though. He would blush for Frank. Hell, he would moan like the cheapest whore in the world for Frank.

As much as he used to be a tiny worthless slut, there was only one person in his history that he moaned so loudly for, whined for, screamed for.

Mainly because none of his one-night-stands has ever made him feel so good, and also because Jonathan could put him in an intense state of pleasure, one where he couldn't even walk or breathe, with barely making any effort.

You had to admit that Jonathan had a talent. Or it was just Gerard's neverending love for the guy.

Whatever it was, it left a hole in Gerard's life, after he broke up with Jonathan. A hole in his soul that only Frank could fulfill.

He moaned happily into the young man's mouth, and they slowly broke apart and just looked at each other in the eye.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Frank asked quietly.

Gerard gave a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"Good."

He hugged Gerard once more before the two headed to the couch and put on one of the James Bond Gerard had in his library.

xoxoxoxo

They got out of the car and Gerard locked it before the two headed to the front door of "Sapori Dolci" hand in hand.

They easily found a booth in the corner, like they did last time, and sat down at both sides on the table.

They didn't bother making any kind of small talk or comment over how the place looked, they simply grabbed their menus and let comfortable silence hang above them.

"So..." Gerard began after a few minutes. Frank looked up at him to let him know he had his attention. "Ravioli?"

"Nah," the boy shrugged. "I want to try something new."

Gerard nodded thoughtfully, looking over the menu before finding something and turning it over for Frank to see.

"How about this pesto spaghetti here?"

Frank read the description below the item and then nodded slowly, giving Gerard a soft smile.

"Sounds good."

The older man gave him a nod of approval, deciding, after a while, to order the same thing.

Their dinner passed quietly. No one showed up to disturb the great mood they were in. Not Jonathan, not Michael - there wasn't a single person that could get Gerard's mind off the beautiful creature he was seeing right in front of him now.

The way Frank's voice sounded so soft and quiet when he spoke, the way his eyes sparkled while he was talking about music, the way his perfect lips moved as he let out the words that could turn Gerard over completely.

He was amazed by Frank. The young man could talk and talk for hours, and Gerard just wouldn't get tired of it. He would beg him to keep talking if he ever stopped.

"Fuck, this spaghetti is just so good..." the younger groaned as he was halfway through with his meal. "I was so fucking hungry when we left the house and now I just can't stop eating it."

"Wow Frank, with the way you're eating so much, I hope you didn't forget your tampons at home," Gerard smirked up at him, and Frank playfully glared at him in return.

"Fuck off, I still have like, two days left," he smiled.

"Well that explains why you were so hormonal lately. I should blow you more often."

"You should blow me more often anyway."

"I'm blowing you almost every day!"

"That's not enough though..."

"Whore," Gerard smirked.

"Only for you," the younger shot back, causing Gerard to grin as he took his hand in his again.

He was already done with his food. He was really just waiting for Frank to finish, and then they could head back home or go somewhere else.

He waited patiently, keeping himself busy by drawing circles on the other's hand with his thumb.

Frank was already preoccupied with glancing around at the restaurant. Since Gerard was sat with his back to the view, Frank was left to just stare around and take in everything he saw.

He looked at all the other people surrounding them. Some were wearing expensive suits, during dates with their wives or meetings, some ladies in fancy dresses spoke to other women, probably their friends or sisters.

Every few minutes some couple would step in and take a seat at a random table or booth.Frank was a little surprised that they still had enough space for new people to arrive.

But it was a big restaurant, after all.

Frank was still eating his spaghetti, almost done, half noticing the soothing motions of Gerard's fingers as they slowly played with his hand, when a young man walked into the restaurant in a black suit.

The couple were sitting at the furthest area, so Frank couldn't quite catch the man's face, but something about him just seemed... odd. Too familiar for his liking.

He was also alone. Everyone who walked in so far was accompanied by another person, maybe two.

But this man was there all by himself.

After being greeted by the staff, he went to take a seat somewhere, choosing the booth right near Gerard and Frank.

The young boy lowered his gaze once he saw the man getting closer. He didn't want to make that guy uncomfortable by staring at him for too long.

So he couldn't really see his face yet, and Gerard didn't either, since he didn't even know someone walked into the restaurant and sat in the nearby booth, and Frank knew for sure that it would drag unwanted attention if he asked Gerard to look at the guy, like they were some old gossipy couple or two schoolgirls who wouldn't shut up about every hot person they saw.

So he kept his thoughts to himself and finished his meal, trying to ignore the weird clenching in his stomach by sending Gerard loving smiles that made the older blush.

God, that blush could turn Frank on in seconds. His boyfriend was just so beautiful.

He saw the waiter approaching their table, asking if everything was alright and giving them the bill.

Gerard payed along with a generous tip, and the waiter nodded gratefully before going to check on the man in the next booth.

Frank subtly turned all his attention to the man's voice. He had to figure out who he was.

If he couldn't see his face yet or recognize by his features, he would have to know who he was by his voice, right?

He found his answer once the waiter spoke up.

"Good evening sir, are you here on your own?"

And then the other voice came.

"No. I am actually waiting for my date. He should be here soon."

"Okay sir. Meanwhile you can order a drink, and maybe something to start off with. I would recommend on our..."

Frank stopped listening. He already figured out everything he needed to.

And he also knew what he was going to do now.

"Frank, is everything alr-" Gerard started when he noticed the uneasy expression on his boyfriend's face, but was cut off almost immediately.

"Stand up."

"W-what?" He asked, a little confused by the sudden order.

"I said stand up, we're leaving," Frank said, a little more harshly than intended.

"O-okay," Gerard said, confused. He wasn't going to argue though. He could ask Frank later.

But right now the young man was desperate to leave the place, get the hell away from that restaurant, to keep both of them safe.

He laced his fingers in Gerard's quickly and began walking towards the front door.

He could feel the man in the black suit's eyes staring at his back. He knew they were there. He knew what he was doing. And he knew just how anxious Frank was right now.

The younger man made a mistake then.

He made the mistake of turning his head, only for one second, and looking in Michael's eyes.

The bright glimmer, mixed with a dark one, the way his face was blank from expression, the hatred that radiated from him as he stared after Gerard while his big brother was being dragged out of the restaurant by his stressed boyfriend.

It was too easy. He almost smirked. Once Frank's eyes met his, he knew he had him, because the gasp Frank made was more than obvious.

He already knew Michael was there, yet he couldn't look at him again without getting filled up with fear.

Unfortunately, Gerard didn't miss that gasp too, and finally decided to follow Frank's gaze to where he was met with his brother's, who was relatively far at this point, but Gerard recognized him in a moment.

"Oh god..." he murmured, and suddenly he was the one tugging Frank to get out.

The two held the other's arm as they stepped out quickly, but not quick enough to draw attention.

They were desperate to walk through the front door, and then run back home and lock themselves inside.

Too bad Michael wouldn't allow that...

Just as the two were moments from leaving the place, the younger brother was suddenly standing at the front door, blocking their way, and they yelped in unison at how unexpected it was.

"Well, who do we have here..." Michael began sarcastically, not even smirking.

"Go. Away," Gerard growled out quietly, trying not to make it look suspicious to other people around, and his grip around Frank's arm tightened protectively.

When Frank glanced at his boyfriend, he noticed Gerard's eyes flicker from hazel to red a few times.

He felt bad that the older man had to hold himself back from turning dangerous, but he already knew what would happen if he did, and that was something they would both prefer not to repeat.

"Can't I say hello?" Michael raised an eyebrow.

At this point both men wanted to slap him. Gerard held himself back even more, holding onto the younger's hand to an almost painful level.

"No, you can't," Frank spoke up, to save Gerard from having to speak, especially in his current state. "You've caused enough trouble. Now let us leave."

Michael sighed and shook his head a little.

"Why wouldn't you two just let me say hi? We randomly walked into each other in a public place, you could at least-"

He was cut off by a pair of strong hands grabbing the front of his black suit and dragging him out of the restaurant.

Once the two brothers were through the front door, Gerard pushed the younger onto the sidewalk, Michael almost tripping and falling, just almost.

"WE TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM US!" Gerard nearly screamed, furious at this point, yet somehow managing to keep his vampire mode suppressed. "DO YOU REALLY HATE ME THAT MUCH TO SHOW UP LIKE THIS, OR ARE YOU JUST A FUCKING PSYCHO?! BECAUSE IF YOU THINK I WANT TO GO ANYWHERE NEAR YOU AFTER WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY BOYFRIEND YOU ARE FRICKING INSANE!"

Before Michael could react, Gerard grabbed him again and shoved him up against the outside wall of "Sapori Dolci". It took everything he had not to beat Michael to death right then and there.

"Listen to me, you fucking cunt," Gerard said quietly, so even Frank, who ran out of the restaurant a few minutes later, couldn't hear him. "Stay the hell away from us. I don't know why you're so desperate to destroy me, all just because of a fucking mistake I made years ago. I don't care if you want to hurt me, but considering the fact that you've hurt Frank a lot more times in the process, I can't let you do that. So stay the fuck away from me and my boyfriend."

That's when Michael had just the ghost of a smirk on his face, and he looked his brother dead in the eye before speaking up, keeping the same tone as the older man's.

"Oh, you are wrong, Gerard," he said. "I don't want to destroy you."

The black haired man raised an eyebrow. Michael replied by taking the hands that pinned him against the wall and ripping them off of him. Then he continued talking, his voice slowly growing angrier

"I want to destroy BOTH of you," he said coldly. "I want to get to you AND your little sex doll. I'm gonna hurt Frank so much you'll hear his screams ringing through your ears for days. What you saw is only the beginning, but don't worry, I won't keep you waiting for too long. Because you deserve to suffer, Gerard, and I'll make sure to be there when that happens. I'm your personal demon. I can crawl under your skin and rip you out piece by piece. And you know what? I'm going to do just that."

Gerard stared at him shocked. Michael had said some pretty horrible things in the past, but this was just terrifying, and he was beginning to feel his confidence slowly sinking and disappearing.

"Fuck off, Michael," he shakily whispered.

The younger's smirk was suddenly back on his face, and he looked at his brother almost wanting to laugh.

"Oh, that's not gonna happen. Not in this life. So prepare yourself for trouble." He stepped closer and grabbed Gerard's face in his hand, sort of painfully, but Gerard was frozen. "Because I will personally make sure you remember me to the day you die."

And then he threw the older man down on the pavement, leaving him to lay there in self-guilt and misery, and walked back into the restaurant after straightening his suit down.

Gerard whimpered quietly and slowly tried stand up, until Frank ran over to him and helped him out.

Once the older man was on his feet, he finally found it in himself to drag Frank to the car, practically throwing him inside, and getting into the driver's seat.

"Gerard?" Frank tried to ask softly, but before he could react, the vampire was starting the car and driving away from the restaurant, way too fast for Frank's liking. "Gerard, slow down!" He exclaimed.

Nothing could get through Gerard's furious state though. He could already feel the tears forming in his eyes, the tears he didn't want.

He took the sharp turns to get to their house, not showing any signs of slowing down.

"Gerard, I said something. Slow down, we're gonna crash!" Frank tried again.

But the elder's foot seemed to be pressing down harder on the accelerator, all the anger that just boiled up in him encouraging him to go faster.

They were driving down the quiet street, the engine raging with fire as Gerard worked it up, exhausting it and abusing his old car.

Eventually they were near their house. The elder stopped the vehicle sharply, nearly sending Frank's face to bang over the dashboard.

The older man didn't say a word though. He coldly unbuckled himself and stepped out of the car, going to unlock the front door.

Frank just sat there in shock, trying to catch up with what had just taken place, before anger slowly started to fill him and he walked out to follow the older man.

He stepped through the open door of the house, finding Gerard in the bedroom, shirtless, as he slowly got ready for bed with a dark expression on his face.

"What the fuck was that?!" Frank demanded harshly. Gerard pursed his lips, and didn't answer, which only made the younger man even madder. "You could've killed us both!"

Gerard's only response was stepping out of his jeans and heading to grab a pair of sweatpants, and Frank watched angrily as he slowly slipped them on.

Only when he reached out for one of his t-shirts, the boy snapped and took it away from him in a harsh move.

"Hey I-" Gerard started, but the look on Frank's face shut him up, along with the angry words that followed.

"What is wrong with you?!" The younger exclaimed, clutching the shirt in his hand furiously. "First we see Michael, and then you snap, and then you drive here insanely fast, and now you just ignore everything? The fuck is your problem, Gerard?!"

"You wanna know what's wrong with me?" The elder suddenly exclaimed. "You wanna know what's my problem?! My problem, Frank, is that I'm trying to do something with my goddamn life, and when I decide to fucking get it done, something just comes and screws it up! I want to keep you safe from Michael and his shit, but I can't even take my boyfriend on a date anymore, without the whole thing slipping from my hands and going to hell!"

"That's not a reason to drive that fast!" Frank said, the shirt still in his hands. "Something terrible could've happened. How scared ARE you of Michael, exactly?!"

"I'M TERRIFIED, FRANK!" The older screamed. "I'm fucking lost, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?! I'm lost! I'm lost and I'm scared and I have no idea what I am going to do with it! Michel clearly won't stop! He'll keep pushing and pushing until I fall! Not to mention, he bit the person I care about the most TWICE! It hurts now, and I can only imagine how it'll hurt in the future! So yeah, I'm scared! AND I'M FUCKING CLUELESS ABOUT WHAT I AM GOING TO DO ABOUT IT!"

Frank didn't respond. He was in shock from Gerard's heavy words. The man was indeed scared. He had every right to be frustrated. And Frank knew he had to be a little more considerate.

The boy dropped the shirt to the ground and stepped closer to the fuming man.

Gerard let him. He wasn't mad at Frank, after all. He was just worried, and confused.

The younger man slowly took his hand in both of his, and brought it up to press kisses along his fingers.

Gerard sighed quietly. He didn't pull his hand away, just let Frank kiss down to his wrist and a little bit of his forearm before the younger looked up at him again.

"We're in this together, babe," he whispered.

"You don't know half of the things I do about our situation," Gerard replied brokenly, his face showing complete misery.

Frank stepped closer, so their chests were touching, and looked up at Gerard with loving eyes.

He cupped the older man's face in his hands, stroking down his cheeks and nose and lips.

"Let me in then," he begged in a whisper.

And then he (without knowing it), did one of the things that always broke Gerard, he tucked a strand of hair behind the older's ear.

That's when Gerard leaned down and pressed their lips together in a rough kiss, taking Frank's hands and putting them on his own chest.

Frank returned the kiss in less than a few seconds, and as soon as he did the vampire pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him, not daring to disconnect their lips.

Quickly, he tugged on Frank's shirt, whining as a signal for him to take it off, and the boy willingly did so.

As they were left shirtless, Gerard dragged his lips to the younger's neck, leaving wet spots and bruises and love bites, and Frank whined at each and every one of them.

The elder slowly kissed down to Frank's chest, reaching his jeans and taking them off quickly, since no sign of protest came from the other's mouth.

Gerard moved his lips over every new inch of skin he exposed, and reached to get rid of Frank's boxers before he was kissing his lips again, their tongues tangling in a daze.

Frank let a small gasp slip into Gerard's warm mouth when the older reached down to take his half-hard member, and pumped gently until Frank was fully hard and panting.

"Please, I... Gerard... need you," he whined. The vampire kissed him harder in response, and stayed still while the young man was getting the rest of his clothes off.

Soon, the two were naked, desperate, and Gerard was quick to grab the almost-empty bottle of lube, making sure his fingers were fairly coated before he spread Frank's thighs and circled his hole.

"P-put it in," the younger breathed into his mouth. The moan he let out when Gerard's finger thrust in and out of him steadily turned the older man on so much, he couldn't wait to be inside his beautiful partner.

"Frankie... fuck, so perfect," he murmured and stroked the younger's hair with his free hand.
Frank moaned, throwing his head back, and asked Gerard to insert another finger. The older man complied, sliding them in and out of the boy as he fucked himself on Gerard's hand, trying to get more.

"Shit... I need you... now! Please!" He cried out suddenly.

The elder was quick to obey, hurrying more when he saw the desperation reflecting in Frank's pleading eyes.

He lubed up his hard cock, already leaking just from watching Frank enjoy himself.

Once they were ready, all lined up, the young man's legs tight around Gerard's waist, he started to push in.

Both man let out a relieved groan as he bottomed out. Frank started whining and pushing down on Gerard, slightly surprising the older man because he didn't show any signs of pain.

The vampire was grateful for that. It allowed him to start on a quick pace, groaning and burying his face in Frank's neck, that was already beginning to get covered in sweat.

"Mmh, Frank. So tight baby, so perfect," he encouraged. The younger let out a loud moan and wrapped himself tightly around Gerard, like a tiger holding onto the branch he was leaning on. Like a lost child that found shelter and wouldn't come out, even when the storm has left.

Frank felt safe in Gerard's arm, he felt warm and wanted and accepted. He felt so embraced and protected. The way Gerard thrust into him with both need and care was overwhelming for him.

This was better than their first time. They didn't have to go slow because Frank hadn't bottomed for ages, they could do it faster and harder right away, not worrying about tomorrow morning or any other day.

They had the present, and they had each other.

And Gerard was drowning in how Frank made him feel right now, so willing and desperate underneath him. The fact that Frank needed him that much was enough for Gerard to feel his orgasm starting to rock in his body only after short minutes.

"Uh!" He made a high-pitched sound when he hit Frank's prostate and the boy clenched around him. It felt so perfect, so special.

They felt like they were losing their virginity all over again, with the amount of devotion and doubts and thoughts.

But Frank washed it all away. Gerard didn't need to over-think or consider his actions with the boy. They were in love, although they'd never admitted it to the other before.

The older knew how Frank felt though. And so did the younger. They didn't need words to express their care, and they weren't fully ready to say it just yet.

So for now, Gerard would let his boyfriend push aside every memory of Michael, Jonathan, his stupid mistakes and everything around them.

There was only Frank. He only felt Frank, he only saw Frank (although his eyes were screwed shut), and he was only inside of Frank.

Besides, even he wanted to think of anything else, he probably wouldn't be able to. His orgasm was almost there, clenching and curling deep inside his stomach, and his own brother would be the last thing he would want on his mind while cumming...

He opened his eyes and glanced down at Frank. The boy's face was twisted in a bliss, his mouth hanging open, releasing loud moans as his prostate was being abused rapidly.

"Gerard, I... I... UHHHHH!"

He was then grabbing the sheets and spurting white all the way to their chins, his cock not even being touched.

Gerard fucked into him faster to bring himself to his own edge, when he was suddenly knocked off of Frank, lending on the mattress, and the shock he was in didn't give him time to realize that his cock was down Frank's throat, and the younger was bobbing his head up and down steadily.

"Oh my god! I... I'm... Frank!"

He cried out as his back arched and he came into his boyfriend's mouth (he was more than glad Frank couldn't see his eye-color shifting). He panted and whimpered while Frank was swallowing his load.

The younger slowly pulled off and looked up to meet the older man's gaze, and Gerard pulled him in for a long drawn out kiss.

"You are perfect," he whispered against the younger's lips and kissed him a little more.

"And you are fucking art," Frank grinned, and then rolled off to lay beside Gerard.

The two regained their breath, clinging to each other and moving their hands slowly over the other man's sweat-slicked body.

"Do you want me to sing to you?" Gerard murmured into the younger's hair after a few minutes of silence.

"I thought you'd be too tired for that."

"For you I always have the energy, baby."

He pressed a kiss to Frank's head as the boy blushed.

"Okay," he murmured shyly. Gerard grinned into his soft hair and settled down, hugging him to his side before singing quietly.

xoxoxoxo

'When the lights go out,
will you take me with you,
and carry all this broken bone
through six years down in crowded rooms,
and highways I call home?
Something I can't know 'til now,
'til you pick me off the ground,
with a brick in hand, your lip-gloss smile,
your scraped-up knees.

xoxoxoxo

And if you stay I would even wait all night,
or until my heart explodes.
How long?
Until we find our way in the dark and out of harm.
You can run away with me anytime you want.

xoxoxoxo

Terrified of what I'd be,
as a kid from what I've seen.
Every single day when people try
and put the pieces back together just to smash them down,
turn my headphones up real loud.
I don't think I need them now
'cause you stopped the noise.

xoxoxoxo

And if you stay I would even wait all night,
or until my heart explodes.
How long?
Until we find our way in the dark and out of harm.
You can run away with me anytime you want...
Well, anytime you want...
Well, anytime you want...

xoxoxoxo

Don't walk away,
don't walk away,
don't walk away!
'Cause if you stay, I would even wait all night,
or until my heart explodes.
How long?
Until we find our way in the dark and out of harm.
You can run away with me,
you can write it on your arm,
you can run away with me anytime you want...

xoxoxoxo

He felt Frank grinning against his chest as his head was rested above where Gerard's heart was beating.

"I thought you hated Danger Days," he murmured quietly, the smile still on his face.

"Well, I don't hate you, and if you love it..." the elder brushed some hair out of his way and kissed Frank's head softly, stroking his face. "And Summertime is like, my anthem."

"I'm gonna have that as my wedding song."

"Stop it!"

"What?"

"Stop being so perfect. I hate you."

Frank turned his head to look at Gerard's face.

"I hate you too," he beamed up at him and leaned in for a long kiss.

"Goodnight, Frankie," Gerard whispered, a huge smile playing on his lips.

"Goodnight, Gerard," he replied, and the two fell asleep calmly, grinning and cuddling in each other's arms.

Notes

Thanks for reading, loves xoxo

Song references:
Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved
My Chemical Romance - Summertime