Gerard and Frank Discover the Secrets of the Universe

A warm, soothing hand rubs my shoulder, easing me awake. His low, rough voice whispers in my ear. "Baby?" He purrs, rubbing his cheek against mine like a cat. I don't stir, begging for more human contact. "Come on, you have to get up, baby." My eyes stay shut, while my mind relishes the fact that he's this close to me, this physical, this loving. "I'm left with no other choice."

I feel Frankie kiss my neck softly, and silently whimper when I feel his body warmth leave me. Soon enough, though, his fingers are feeling around my neck. A smile breaks across my calm face, and soon I'm giggling and squirming under his touch. His fingers tickle me until I can't keep in my laughter, turning to face him. "F-F-Fr-a-ankie!" I stutter out in between giggles.

"What?" He smiles, climbing on top of me. "I'm s-s-serious, stop it!" I gasp out, trying to push his hands off of me. His fingers reach to my under-arm, then moving to my back and to the back of my neck, resting there. I shift, trying to get more comfortable under his hands. A grimace spreads across my face when a sharp pain shoots through my spine. "Ah!" I whimper, my eyes closing.

"Fuck, do you have any painkillers?" He asks, and I nod. I don't want him to know where they are, though. This pain isn't as bad as my first, but Frank must be so big that I can't stretch much more. "I think I can do without them, though. It isn't so bad. I lay my hands on my stomach, where the main pain is.

"No, you need painkillers. Do you need help up?" I shake my head, taking a few breaths. I tell him to text Mikey with my phone and tell him to leave the painkillers outside the door. He does so, sitting on the side of our bed. A few minutes pass when a knock sounds at the door, and Frank picks up the bottle laying on the floor outside the door. A minute later and he's giving me a pill, leaving a second on the nightstand if the pain comes back later.

"Want me to soothe pain a lil' bit, hun?" He says, rubbing circles on my bare shoulders. "Up for a little... fucking?" He growls, and my dick stirs just hearing him like that. "I'll take that as a yes..." He trails off, glancing down. My eyes close, our lips meeting in a kiss. A heated one at that. It only takes a few motions for me to feel Franks cock press against my thigh. But he wants more, and he shows it.

He pulls away, leaning over to my desk and pulling out something that I can't see. "We don't want anyone making any noise, do we, now?" He asks, and I see now that he has a bandana. My eyes go wide as he ties it around the back of my head, the rag acting as a gag. "I also bought a little something a few days ago that I think you might like..."

He walks to the side of the room where his bag is kept, and pulls out something that gleams in the sunlight. "I'll save these for later." He mumbles, setting the handcuffs beside him and crawling back on top of me. I've never been into BDSM before, but God am I fucking turned on right now.

His lips connect with my neck by surprise, and I almost let out a moan. My eyes drift closed as he begins sucking on my sweet spot, savoring every last moment of this. I squeal when Frank grinds against me, though, catching me by surprise. "Shh, baby. Another accident and I might have to punish you." He begins trailing down, down, down, kissing every single inch along the way. Biting my nipples in a way that sends shivers down my spine. I want need more.

I buck my hips up into him, silently begging for him to touch me in some way because God knows I need it. Before he gives me mercy, he glances up at me with a sly grin. Motherfucker. He descends on my length, lapping his tongue around the head. Lightning bolts, shoot down my spine, and I feel a bit of pre-cum beginning to leak out of me. His fingers tease me at my base, making me clench the sheets and struggle to hold back the sounds threatening to escape my lips.

A pause. He lifts off me, and his hands land on my shoulders. "Turn over." He growls in my ear, and I immediately do so. The only sound in the room for a brief moment is Frankie clasping the handcuffs around my wrists, and just the thought of him inside me once more sends shivers down my spine. "A single sound, and you won't be cumming anytime soon. Got it, slut?" He whispers, and I nod. "Ready?" I nod once more.

And he's pushing inside me, faster than before but I can handle it. I'm about to whimper when I remember our deal. No noises. A few more seconds and a few more seconds and he's in, his balls pressing against my ass. The pain isn't as bad as last night, but I can still feel something. Frankie's hand lands on my bound one, and he's leaning into my ear. "Are you sure? One squeeze for no, two squeezes for yes." He purrs, and I'm so lucky to have someone who respects my boundaries.

One squeeze.

Two squeezes.

His lands leave mine, and in turn I clamp them shut, ready for the pleasure that's about to come. Frank slowly pulls out, waiting a bit before thrusting back in. One, two, and he's backing out again. The next thrust he pushes harder, making me throw my head back. But that's nothing compared to what's to come. Out, and back in. In and in and-

fuck

He hits my prostate, and I arch my back out against the mattress and poking my ass out. His hands lands on my waist, rubbing patterns in before he fucks into me again and again. Each thrust is a test to see if I can stay quiet and at the same time a pleasure for myself and him. Each thrust shoots lightning down my spine and catches a moan in my throat.

Soon I'm panting. I'm panting and he's panting and we're breathing together. I bite down on the gag hard, clenching my fists and poking my ass out farther. I'm close. So much pressure is building up and I need to release it. How do I tell him? I open and close my hands, hoping to get the message across. "You're going to cum? It's gonna be the best cum of your life you whore."

I choke back a whimper and moan at the same time, knowing what's going to happen. One, two, three seconds and I'm gone. Tears streaming down my cheeks and cum shooting out of my dick. He releases his load into me once I clench around him, and I feel one last heart stopping bolt of lightning shooting through me and then he collapses onto me.

I feel him pull out, now falling on top of me. His hands undo my binds, undoing the handcuffs and untying my gag. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. His rough and calloused hands feel smooth across my skin. Maybe he got his callouses from playing guitar. I think he mentioned it once.

Franks hands roll me away from my side of the bed, where cum stains the sheets. "You did good, baby. I'm proud of you." He says. I softly smile, letting him cuddle up against me. We must have woken up at ten. We'll wake up from our nap by one.

A soft ding breaks the silence. A text from Mikey. I reach over to grab my phone, tapping the passcode in and looking at it.

Mikey>now
What the fuck was Frank saying? You two better not have been fucking, but I can tell you that Mom and Dad didn't hear it. Te-

Frank turns off my phone from behind my shoulder and tosses it to the foot of the bed. And we fall asleep together.

Notes

a fun fluffy and smutty chapter for you :) hope you like bdsm

BTW I WENT TO A PATD CONCERT ON SATURDAY AND FUCK IT WAS SO GOOD I CRIED WHEN I GOT HOME AND I START CRYING WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT IT AND BRENDON URIENFJBFSHBVJBK