Frank & Gerard One Shots

His paper heart

I looked around the bus, making sure everyone was gone. Good. I was in the clear. Everyone had gone off to have some drinks with some other people on tour. But not me. No. I had something else planned.

It wasn't very often that I got alone time, not with being squished on a bus with four other guys. Thankfully (me being the frontman) I got my own bed at the end of the bus and a curtain that separated me from the rest of the bus.

I walked to my bed and took one last glance behind me before shutting the curtain and flopping down on my bed.

Finally, I was alone.

I leaned down to the side of the bed. It was squished up between the wall and the bed, practically unnoticeable. Nobody could find it. I set it on my bed beside me and unfolded it. I couldn't help but just stare at it and all of it's magnificence. It was all mine. My very own cardboard cutout of Nicolas Cage. I had had it for almost a year now and I was just kind of..... attached to him.

At first I had found him online and got it as a practical joke for Mikey. I set him up in random places in the house so when Mikey would walk in he would think it was a real person and have a miniature heart attack before realizing it was just Nicolas Cage.

Eventually, I had told Mikey I had gotten rid of him and I stopped pulling the prank. But I didn't. I remembered the first time him and I kissed....

Mikey had just gone home, leaving the house to myself. I walked into the bathroom where I had Nick set up currently. I chuckled to myself, remembering how scared Mikey had been. Ha! I grabbed the cutout and began to bring him to my own room where I stared him in the closet. When I set him down I couldn't help but just stare at him. He wasn't alive...... but he seamed so real.

I had been so lonely sense I broke up with Elisa. I just wanted something. I needed human contact. But this odd cardboard cutout was the closest I was gonna get.

Nobody was gonna see. Nobody had to know.

I slowly leaned up and pressed my lips out, kissing the lifeless figure's non-existent lips. Then I felt weird and shieded away.

Ever sense that night I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. I would talk to him sometimes and put scarfs on the figure. It's not like I had a crush on Nicolas Cage or anything..... I just liked the cardboard cutout.

I laid him down beside me and curled into the cardboard. I closed my eyes and began to fell asleep.... that is until I heard snickering. My eyes shot open when I realized that a set of eyes were watching me.

I looked up to see Frank gigging a little to himself and looking at me.

"Frank" I barely whispered.

"You have a cardboard cutout fetish" he stated it as if it was obvious. I sat up quickly, my cheeks flushed.

"Do not!" I defended.

"Oh yeah? then why are you getting all cozied up with Nicolas Cage?"

"I-" I was cut off by Frank climbing on the bed and straddling me. "Frank" I swallowed and looked up at him.

"I don't like it when you take interest in another man, gee" he whispered seductively.

Another man? I had never gone out with Frank! We had kissed once or twice in stage but that was like.... it. I tried to speak but my mouth was so dry from the tension and stress. He saw my struggle and giggled again.

"I insist on payback" he leaned down and kissed my cheek, then my lips.

His lips were a lot different than they were on stage. On stage I was singing, therefor my lips were slimy and I was so hopped up on adrenaline that I would black out during the kiss. But this, was different. His lips were soft and I could taste the skittles he must've eaten earlier. He dominated my mouth and all I could think of was his tongue and how it was practically fucking my mouth. He began to grind down, him still straddling me. Our crotchets rubbed together and I could feel myself getting hard.

Nick never did anything like this with me.

Within moments, both of our shirts were on the floor. I had long forgotten about the cardboard cutout until Frank spoke up.

"I say we make him watch" he whispered.

"Huh?"

Frank got up and set Nicolas against the wall, he was facing the bed. I couldn't help but grow red as I thought of all the times I had had with Nick. Now I was making him watch as I got to be with a real human. Not paper. Secretly, I think I had always hated the cutout for that. It wasn't real and all I wanted was reality. Frank was reality.

Frank crawled back on the bed after stating his claim. He pushed my onto my back and began to undo my pants. I laid there, letting him do so. I tried not to sneak glances over at Nick, but it couldn't be helped.

By the time Frank had noticed my glances at the large paper figure, all of our clothes were off and Frank was in the middle of fingering me.

"Gee?" He looked up at me with a worried expression.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Do you want him to join?" Frank tilted his head to the side and smiled at me devilishly.

"Ugh...... Kinda" I turned red and looked away, ashamed of my affection for the non-living thing. But Frank didn't mind. He got up and laid the cutout down next to me in the bed. Before I knew what else to do, Frank had pushed me on top of Nicolas. My back lay on top of the cutout and I looked up at Frank in confusion. Then Frank lowered himself and pushed himself into me.

I moaned, suddenly feeling more comfortable. Frank started to thrust faster. I felt my warm back start to rub up and down on the cold cutout. Frank was fucking me on top of Nicolas Cage. Dream. Come. True.

When Frank came, he had pulled out of me and pushed me to the side a little so he came all over Nicks expressionless face. I licked it off the cardboard quickly and couldn't help but smile.

Humans were a lot better than paper.