☆~•One Last Kiss•~☆

•~Aftermath~•

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It has been about two weeks since Gerard and Frank had made out that night. Gerard can't stop thinking about it, how he knew what franks moans sounded like, how much he wanted Frank all to himself, but he knew he couldn't. He knew if he started with Frank, he wouldn't be able to stop. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off the sweet, charming, energetic, young short man, and he knew he would end up messing up everything, including all his chances he could have with Frank later. He knew he had to wait until Frank asked for it himself, but Frank had been avoiding him for the whole time since they made out, and he was afraid what reason it was for. He kept wondering if it was because of the kiss, or because of the same reason Gerard hadn't talked to Frank, or because he was mad at him for leaving so soon. He knew Frank was sensitive, and he knew that leaving him probably broke his heart, made him sad and defeated, made him feel alone and secluded, and he regretted it so much. He hates himself for that. And now, here he was, at Frank's doorstep, standing outside his apartment, holding a bouquet of roses. He hesitated before curling his fingers into a fist and knocking on the door, holding his breath as he heard the soft sound of footsteps, sock on carpet, approaching the door. Frank unlocked the door opened it, looking disheveled, as though he'd just woken up.
"Gerard?" He asked, as though the black haired man before him was nothing but a hologram and he had a reason to doubt the reality of Gerard's figure right before him.
"Yeah... I brought you flowers..." Gerard said softly, holding out the bouquet.
"For me...?" Frank said, looking up at Gerard as though he was playing a prank on him.
"Yeah..." Gerard replied, scratching the back of his head gently, smiling, revealing his tiny pointy teeth and letting his smile fade when he saw Frank blush.
"I'm... thank you, Gerard... do you want to... come inside? For coffee?" Stuttered Frank, stepping out of the doorway invitingly. Gerard shrugged and smiled again.
"I mean, why not?" He chuckled as he came in, the smell of dog hitting him like a wall. He took off his shoes, bracing himself to get tackled by a very excited golden retriever which he had reluctantly accepted as Frank's dog. Ella came barreling down out Frank's bedroom, knocking the air out of Gerard as she jumped up on him, yelping and barking in excitement, smothering Gerard with kisses.
"Ella! No! Off!" Protested Frank, but to no avail. Ella was too excited to see this new person she'd seen and smelled hundreds of times before to care about the cries of her owner. Gerard chuckled and pat Ella gently, letting the dog lap at his hand as her paws tapped on the floor.
"She's alright... sweet girl" Gerard said, scratching the canid behind the ears. Frank only smiled in response.
"Husband material right there." Frank said with a giggle. It was pretty obvious to Gerard he would let his acid monkey side out soon, and all he could do was wait for it and brace himself for it. He couldn't help but feel himself getting a little hot and bothered by franks comment.
"愛してます、ふらんっ" whispered Gerard, too low for Frank to hear, but enough for Gerard to finally get the words out his system. Frank giggled again and handed Gerard a mug of coffee. Gerard smiled at Frank and sipped at the coffee while continuing to pet Ella.
"Do you wanna go watch TV, or something?" Asked Frank, doing a few weird hand motions. God Gerard loved how Frank used his hands to talk. It was so unusual and peculiar to him it was actually attractive.
"Yeah, sure, but you pick the show" Gerard replied.
"Jeffrey Dahmer documentary," Frank said with no hesitation and pulled Gerard to the bedroom. As Frank climbed into the bed, Gerard couldn't help but remember the time that Frank had tried to climb into the coffin after they filmed the Helena music video. He got in bed beside him, sipping at his coffee. Frank opened his window and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, handing it to Gerard. "Can you light me one?" He asked, giving Gerard puppy eyes.
"Yeah... can I get one too?" Gerard asked, looking up at Frank. Frank nodded, waiting patiently as Gerard pulled out a smoke and lit it, taking a drag and lighting Frank's, handing it to him.
"Thank you Gee~" said Frank, taking a drag of his cigarette, blowing out the smoke towards the window as he turned on the TV and searched for a good Jeffrey Dahmer documentary on Netflix. Gerard leaned back against the headboard of the bed, taking another puff of the cigarette, and blushing as Frank moved closer to him, pressed up against his side.
"Frank...?"
"No, Gee. Be quiet" Frank growled.
"..." Gerard stayed silent, obeying the command.
"I want you, Gerard" growled Frank, digging his fingers into Gerard's ribs. "I want you so bad it hurts dammit, and you won't give me what I want" he continued, biting down on Gerard's shoulder. Gerard replied with a sharp hiss of pain and pleasure, his hips bucking.
"Fuck... Frank..." he managed to choke out, grabbing Frank and pinning him down on the bed.
"Fuck yes Gerard... take me Gerard..." moaned Frank, saying that in a sex voice Gerard never knew Frank had, which only turned him on more.
"You asked for it dammit..." he growled softly, undoing his belt, watching as Frank did the same. He helped Frank take off his pants, followed by his boxers, then undressed himself.
"Gerard... Gee,.. please" Frank begged softly, whimpering. Gerard let out a shaky breath and he positioned himself between Frank's legs, looking down at the flushed face of Frank below him. He kissed down Frank's neck and jawline, peppering his neck with affection.
"I love you so much, so much Frank..." he whispered, biting down as gently as he could, sucking on the sensitive skin of Frank's neck to leave a mark. Frank gasped and moaned in response, and fuck, fuck that got Gerard off so  fast.
"I love you too, Gee... just please... please take me" begged Frank, his voice raspy and desperate.  Gerard nodded softly and pushed gently inside of Frank, who moaned softly at the sudden entrance. "Gee... thank you Gee... oh god..." he whimpered arching his back, wrapping his legs around Gerard's waist, urging him to go farther, faster, deeper, harder. Gerard obliged, thrusting deeper into him.
"God... you're so tight... and only mine..." he whispered, tangling his hands in Frank's hair. Frank moaned and nodded, nails digging into Gerard's back.
"Only yours... only... ah!~" he let out a cry of pleasure as Gerard's thrusts met his prostate, and Gerard made sure to match that same thrust every time he moved.
"You're doing so good... so good" moaned Gerard, kissing down Frank's chest. Frank nodded softly and moaned, biting down on his arm to hold back a cry of pleasure as he shuddered and came all over his stomach and hips, and Gerard came not long after, releasing inside of Frank.
"Fuck... Gee..." Frank whimpered.
"Sh... ah... you did so well, my love... so well..." soothed Gerard, gently pulling out of him and lying down beside him. Frank nodded softly, draping one arm over his eyes.
"I... what will Ella think of me..." he wondered out loud, and Gerard chuckled softly at the shorter man worrying about how his dog will react to the sex he just had, instead of worrying about the intense pleasure he had just experienced.
"Best night ever?" Gerard asked.
"Best night ever..." Frank confirmed, curling up to Gerard. They both cuddled for the rest of the evening, before eventually dozing off.

(End of part 2)
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