Summertime (Frerard)

35: I Feel Fucked, But In A Good Way

"Frankie..." Gerard mumbled, giving me a gentle shove, which in response to, I let out a groan and rolled over so I was facedown against the pillow... his pillow... and fuck. Gerard Way's fucking pillow, not my own, not at all my own. Fuck.

Suddenly everything came back to me and I jumped up with a start, most likely startling my boyfriend in the process, not that I could care all that much right now, my eyes darting around his bedroom, and taking in everything that was just so Gerard about it, my eyes lingering over the posters far longer than I needed too, and I eventually settled into a blush as our eyes met.

"Hey..." I breathed out, looking up into the big, innocent, hazel eyes of someone I'd fucked last night. It was in no way something I would ever regret though, but the fact that it changed things between us, was of course, inevitable. And it was in no way just a fuck - it meant so much and yet this was so casual, and I really just couldn't grasp the situation at all, which I wouldn't say was a first.

"Hey." He mimicked, his lips pulling themselves up into a smile, and I couldn't just leave him looking so fucking cute there, and before I could recognise what I was doing, I had pressed my lips against his, and before I could stop myself, he was kissing back.

And of course then, I looked down, and came to realise that he was still naked, and was actively pressing his semi up against me, which was something that I minded more than I would have liked to.

"Gerard-" I exclaimed, pulling away, my eyes falling down to his rapidly growing problem, leaving him to emit nothing more than a light-hearted chuckle in response. "You've-"

"Got a problem down there, yes." He finished my sentence for me, pushing his fingers through my hair and pulling it back so we were uncomfortably eye-to-eye. "Want to help sort it out, Frankie?" Fuck, why did I have to date Gerard Way, of all fucking people?

"I...I-..I..." I blushed, stuttering my words, amusing him far too much in the process, and punching him in the face seemed like a pretty good idea right now.

"Oh come on, you little whore, my little whore, I know you want nothing more than to get those whore lips around me." I gasped at his words, causing that grin of his to escalate into a smirk without the need for warning, and all thoughts of hasty violence were rid from my head and I couldn't help but just stare at him.

And before he could even think, I was obliging, and fuck, it was so good to have him moaning from what I was doing to him, and as he pushed himself to the back of my throat, I couldn't help but feel like I was going to end up with a little problem too.

Not that in this situation I would find myself minding all that much, because if I was doing this to him, he most definitely owed me payback, and I knew far too well that Gerard was fucking amazing with a cock at the back of his throat. Not that he wasn't amazing anyway, it was just that cocksucking seemed to be a certain talent of his.

As I ran my tongue down his length, I couldn't help but think back to last night, and just how fucking good it had been, and just how much we needed to do that again, and just how irrelevant all of the nitpicky little ifs and buts seemed right now. All that mattered and ever would matter was the two of us.

"Fuck, Frankie, you fucking whore-" Gerard gasped out, his fingers latching into my hair, and by how hard he was grasping on, I was seriously worried about ending up bald before we'd finished. Only his words were interrupted, not by a moan, but by a very unfortunate younger brother.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Mikey exclaimed out, causing me to jump back away from Gerard, and leaving his problem in a state of horrible abandonment, and quite honestly, I was just thankful that, unlike my boyfriend, I still had my boxers on.