Demolition Lovers (Frerard)

6: I Gave You Two Orgasms And Now You Want A Cigarette?

Frank only continued to grin into the almost empty silence; Gerard's heart beating all to fast entirely, and he almost found himself froze where he sat - cock in hand and his own come over his chest, and it was beyond clear by now that Frank had absolutely no intentions of ever looking away.

Frank only seemed to stare more: his eyes growing wider and the silence stretched longer, and Gerard's face found that the scarlet red blush was considering taking a rather permanent residence upon his cheeks, and dear god - sure, he'd wanted Frank to know what he was doing and he wanted some sort of reaction from the twenty four year old, but nothing anywhere near as confrontational. Gerard just couldn't do confrontational - not at all.

"You ever going to clean that up?" Frank was the first to break the silence; his eyes almost burning holes into Gerard's far too exposed body. Although, the twenty eight year old didn't find himself to be entirely that bothered this time - he'd been naked in front of Frank before... fuck, Frank had spanked him before, and here he was, jacking off to a porn star that looked far too much like him and being far too loud just to get his attention and make him 'jealous', only for when the twenty four year old actually gave Gerard some attention, even if in the form of prolonged staring, to feel nothing but fucking embarrassed.

"What?" His cheeks grew continually more vibrant as he found himself able to move and talk again, almost as if his whole world had been put on pause as he came to realise that Frank had noticed him, and that he'd noticed him far more than he'd ever wanted him to.

"Your come." Frank snapped, rolling his eyes and making his way into the apartment, shutting the door behind him like he owned the place, and Gerard thought it best just not to question it, making his way across to the bathroom - still fucking naked, and Frank was still fucking staring, and making absolutely no secret about it, of course.

As Gerard closed the bathroom door behind him, Frank smirked to himself, making his way over to the laptop, now abandoned upon the floor, which Gerard had been presumably watching porn on. And maybe Frank was just far too eager to see what he liked, and to see what got him off like that.

And really, Frank was not expecting 'Tattooed Guy Gets Choked To Shut Him Up', and from his experience, porn didn't tend to have names that were anything other than straight forward. And at that, Frank couldn't help but laugh, and perhaps even smirk a little, running a hand through his hair and letting his ego soak this all in, before sitting down beside the laptop and taking the liberty of examining Gerard's porn history in greater detail.

Needless to say, despite his ego, Frank really was not expected this video to be in Gerard's favourites, along with many others featuring the same tattooed guy, or guys like him, and Frank really couldn't help but laugh at the twenty eight year old's apparent fetish. Frank had to say that he was disappointed at the lack of kinky shit - boring, in his opinion, and this was mediocre at best, and dull for the most part. He had high hopes for Gerard, and an awful lot of them seemed to be far out of Gerard's comfort zone.

Whatever, Frank'd had sex barely ten minutes ago, and he'd even got a fuck ton of pretty sweet pills out of it, and yet, he wanted more - he wanted sex without the money, he wanted sex for the sake of it, and he wanted Gerard to know that he knew all about how he got off, and that was exactly what had Frank sitting calmly with the laptop on his lap when Gerard returned - flustered, and with far too many clothes on, well in Frank's opinion anyway.

"Frank! That's my laptop-" Gerard exclaimed, making his way across the room, his tone making it evident that it was only at the end of his sentence that he came to remember just what he'd left open on that laptop.

"Your taste in porn is really rather bland, you know." Frank snorted, biting back a smirk as he brought his gaze up to meet Gerard's, who was really just half way between punching him and fucking him right now, and really, Frank wouldn't have minded if he'd gone for both.