Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Frerard)

Gerard's POV

I freeze, and Frank does, too. The knocking comes again, with a female voice saying "Frank?" I push myself off of him, standing up and looking at Frank with utter bewilderment. He starts mouthing things to me, gesturing to the bed. I think he's saying "Hide! It's my mom!" I look around, then to where Frank is pointing.

I shake my head; I am not hiding under the bed. His mother isn't some sort of monster, the way he talks about her makes her seem very nice. Then again, she's never encountered a vampire. "Fine." I mouth, getting on my knees and crawling under the bed, then laying face up so that I'm staring at the underside of the mattress.

I hear the opening of a door, and his mother says; "Hi, Frankie! What took you so long?" "I was just washing my face, Ma." He answers, and my eyes focus on the space above me. There is a dark green leather-ish journal resting on the bed boards, out of sight to anyone not in my position. I stop listening to the conversation Frank is having with his mom and reach up to the book, running my fingers over the edges. It feels soft, worn down, like he's had it for years.

This must be his diary. He mentioned it in a conversation the other day, but when I questioned him about it, he told me to drop it. I know that I shouldn't snoop, and I'm willing myself against it. But I just can't stop the fingers that fumble with the pages of my boyfriends diary.

October 21st, 2018. Today has been a weird day. I met a fucking vampire at the park? I ran away before he could try anything, though. But, guess what? He showed up at my fucking apartment window not even 10 minutes later. He told me his name is Gerard, all that shit, but I avoided the question of how he died. I think I saw him in a news report for 'missing child' when I was like 12, he might have died on the streets of starvation or something like that. But, besides the point, I may or may not have a crush on him(?) He looked so amazing in my room; his hair just perfectly fell onto his face and his voice is so soft- Sorry, I should probably stop 'ranting'

Well, I'm not sure if I should be surprised or not, when you bring up the last few sentences. He did kiss me the following night, so I kind of figured. But, luckily, he hasn't figured out how I died. We'll leave that for another day, another time. Hopefully I won't have to talk about it at all.

I'm broken out of my trance by a closed door and a sigh; Frank's mother is gone. I hurry to close the book and put it back under the mattress before Frank tells me that I can come out. I'm not sure what I expected his facial expression to be, but it certainly wasn't worried out of my mind. "Fuck, Gerard," He whispers under his breath.

Wait.

I know that smell; Holy Water. If his mom fucking put holy water in here because if she did then I will hunt her down and make her pay. Last time I touched that shit, my hand was aching for weeks. The smell seems to be coming from the right side of his room, so I go investigate. You can't be far away from something if you don't know where it is.

"It's Halloween, and 12 kids have already died from this one vampire trio," He says, running his hands through his hair. "Their names are like Jet Guy, Red, and Haunted?"

"Yeah, I know them," I mumble as I try to sniff out the water, "They've been givin' me trouble for a while. Jet Star, Vivid Red, and Haunting are their names." I've narrowed it down to the window, and his nightstand. I decide to investigate the nightstand first, but the smell is much stronger coming from the window.

I'm tempted to touch the drops of water on the glass, to be sure. I know that I shouldn't, but I have to know. The tip of my finger is a mere inch away when I feel a hot burn on my index finger. "Shit!" I whisper-yell, tripping over Frank's rug in my effort to get as far away from the window as I can without leaving the room.

I press myself against the wall; that stuff is almost as toxic as silver. Looks like I'm not leaving tonight. "Gerard?" Frank asks, walking towards the window, "What's wrong?" He smiles. Goddamn, how can he not know that vampires are burnt by holy water? "Your mom put fucking holy water on the window." I mumble, trying to evaporate into thin air, where the water would be purified.

"Yeah, but Vampires being burnt by that shit is just a myth, right?" He walks over to me, taking the finger that I nearly touched the water with. "Right?" I'm hesitant to let him inspect the finger, and I yank it back before he can get too good of a look. "Let's just say that I won't be leaving tonight." I say. What, did she put silver on the locks, too? A fucking cross painted on the wall?

"But you can't go out in the sunlight," Frank says, "It'll burn your skin." You think I don't know that? I think. Geez, I guess I'm in this for the long haul. "So I'll leave tomorrow night." I respond, and Frank takes my left hand-the one that wasn't burnt- and leads me back to the bed.

"I guess the mood is kind of gone," Frank says, sitting me down and adjusting the collar of my jacket, "Along with my hard-on. Care to fix it?" I turn my gaze to him. He tilts his head and does this adorable smirk; like he's somehow an innocent murderer, if you know what I mean. Fuck, that goes straight to my dick. I roll my eyes at the ceiling, holding back the shudders that are threatening to take over my body.

"How the hell can I say no to that?" I sigh, taking my jacket off. I pounce onto him, knocking him onto the bed. He giggles, fiddling with the hems of my shirt. "I want it off." He smirks, lifting the shirt above my head. I don't object, and smirk. His hands rest on my shoulders, then start traveling down to my chest. Frank bites his lip, looking up to me with the sexiest gaze I've ever seen. His hand brushes against a crevasse in my waist and I gasp; that's my soft spot.

"Gerard has a soft spot?" He smirks, brushing his hand over it again--that shit nearly makes me go limp. "I had no idea-" He takes a deep breath before he flips us over, his lips hovering over my jawline. His lips plant a soft kiss there, before traveling downwards, kissing my skin as he does so. Just as he reaches that spot, he brushes his tongue over it. I let out a moan, going limp under his touch. "You're so hot right now-fuck!"

He begins sucking on it, showing no mercy. Tingles shoot through my body, and Frank's hand drifts down to my jeans, hovering over my very noticeable bulge. He begins jacking me off through my pants, as I did for him not an hour ago. "Shit, Frankie-" I manage to stutter, "Get it out-get it out!" I couldn't get many words out then, but he must have understood. His free hand begins undoing my pants, sliding them down and releasing my leaking dick. I shiver as it's exposed to the cold air, and Frank's mouth descends from my waist and to my dick. His tongue laps my length, and then he trails his tongue up to the tip.

He takes me in, taking as much of me as he can. His tongue swirls the base, and his tongue digging into my slit. "Frankie! I'm gonna-oh..." I let out a long moan when I feel the pressure that had been building up finally released. Frank pulls away, swallowing. His breaths are deep, along with mine. He lays down beside me, seeing that I'm not sitting up anytime soon. That was my first contact with someone else in that way-ever.

"That was... amazing..." I mumble, "Wh-Where'd you learn to do that?" He shrugs, cuddling into my side. "I was probably just destined to suck you off," He says, then kisses my cheek. I finally regain feeling-everywhere-and turn on my side to face my lover. "You're really beautiful, you know that, right?" I slur, tapping the end of his nose. He shakes his head, blushing.

"I tell you what," I say, taking him into my arms. "If you want, you can introduce me to your friends. We could just pretend that I'm mute so that they don't see my fangs." Frank shakes his head, again, chuckling.

"What friends?"

Notes

a little smut for you,,,,,, have fun