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This is unadultirated Frerard sex! Uber NC-17! Read at your own risk
It was a brutally chilled March morning, and the shower wasn't nearly hot enough. Gerard sighed, feeling exhausted from lack of sleep, disturbed dreaming and the almost cold shower. He drinks some coffee, though he never liked it, he only drank it for Jared, and still does. He shoved some toast into his mouth and leaves for Mikey’s. It will be good if he can see Frank later.
Gerard and Frank met two weeks ago at Mikey’s dinner party. He almost hadn't gone; he couldn't bear to be around people these days, even Mikey or Ray. His guts were just too raw. He just wrote songs. Wrote songs until his fingers bled, until he was totally drained. Then he drank, or cried himself to sleep. Jared’s shirt under the pillow next to him, still smelling faintly of him. That was Gerard’s life now, that was him.
The party was quiet. Busy, but subdued. Gerard tried not to drink too much, and found himself being constantly dragged towards a man, about his height, with dark hair. He guessed this was who Mikey wanted him to meet.
“Gerard, this is Frank,” Mikey said, before finding a reason to leave them alone. Not that they ever were alone. People bombarded them both with “sorry”s and “If there's anything I can do”s, leaving them both raw and exhausted. Mikey eyed his guests harshly. Gerard almost chuckled to himself. He was certain Mikey had been clear “Don't mention it, not to Frank, not to Gerard, not at all. They're barely holding it together.” He could hear it in his mind.
Gerard wasn't sure why he asked Frank back to his apartment for a drink. Not being one for company recently.
Their talk was brief, raw, savage even. The tears came hot and quick from them both. The loves of their lives, Jared and John were taken from them in the wave. Neither body found, even so many months later.
Gerard got them both drinks, turned down the lights and put on some jazz, the volume low. The kind that goes well with pain. The kind you can break your heart to. He went to the bedroom and took Jared’s shirt that was under the pillow and hung it in the closet next to the other ones that may or may not still carry Jared’s scent. Then he went back and pulled Frank into the bedroom that was now only his.
The music wafted over them ad Gerard ran his fingers through Frank’s dark hair, unbuttoned his black shirt and opened his pants. Frank’s hands flew effortlessly into Gerard’s clothes, pinching his nipples, slipping down into his pants and tracing his balls, fingering his dick until a low breath escaped him. Gerard lay back on the bed, pulling Frank towards him, feeling his dick between his thighs.
“Let me,” Frank whispered. He ran his lips over Gerard's cock, tonguing the tip, licking the underside of Gerard's balls, slipping down towards his ass. Gerard thrust up towards Frank’s mouth, the other man grabbed it and rubbed it fast with his hand while he took it deep into his mouth.
Gerard pulled Frank up toward him, kissed him deep and held him tight. And when Gerard bit lightly along his thighs and nipped at his balls, Jared seemed with him, watching him, instructing him.
Gerard pulled a small jar of lube and a condom from the drawer in the bedside table.
“Desidero a vaffunculo,” he told Frank. Frank looked at him through confused eyes. Gerard sighed, silently. He leaned down into Frank’s ear, licking the lobe lightly before whispering.
“I want to fuck you.”
Frank smiled and lay back on the bed stroking his cock. He spread his legs, allowing Gerard to slather lube all over him. Gerard smoothed the condom onto his own aching dick and lifted Frank’s legs around his waist as he slowly stroked his cock into Frank’s ass hole. Frank’s arms encircled Gerard’s neck and pulled him close. Gerard thrust deep into him, and heard him murmur in his ear though he couldn't make out what it was, so he pretended it was Italian as he began to pump into Frank hard, grabbing and stroking the other man's cock as he did. Frank reached down and fingered Gerard's balls, playing with his ass while he was fucked. Gerard leaned down, kissed Frank, flicking his tongue against his teeth, then down this throat.
Gerard could feel the most tremendous orgasm building in his balls, his cock filling Frank’s ass, Frank moving his as on Gerard's cock in a way he had never felt before.
“I'm going to come in your ass.” Gerard's voice was low and thick, rough with the intensity of his desire.
Frank was telling him to come, come hard, come now, come with him, fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. As Gerard exploded into Frank’s hot, tight ass he could barely keep himself from collapsing on top of him. He thrust the last bit into Frank’s ass, pulling tighter on his dick until he too came. He slipped his cock of out Frank, and pulled of the condom and just lay next to him, curling into Frank, as he cried.
Gerard didn't go to work that morning, instead he went to Frank’s and slept, they both slept for the first time in months, holding each other tight
It was a brutally chilled March morning, and the shower wasn't nearly hot enough. Gerard sighed, feeling exhausted from lack of sleep, disturbed dreaming and the almost cold shower. He drinks some coffee, though he never liked it, he only drank it for Jared, and still does. He shoved some toast into his mouth and leaves for Mikey’s. It will be good if he can see Frank later.
Gerard and Frank met two weeks ago at Mikey’s dinner party. He almost hadn't gone; he couldn't bear to be around people these days, even Mikey or Ray. His guts were just too raw. He just wrote songs. Wrote songs until his fingers bled, until he was totally drained. Then he drank, or cried himself to sleep. Jared’s shirt under the pillow next to him, still smelling faintly of him. That was Gerard’s life now, that was him.
The party was quiet. Busy, but subdued. Gerard tried not to drink too much, and found himself being constantly dragged towards a man, about his height, with dark hair. He guessed this was who Mikey wanted him to meet.
“Gerard, this is Frank,” Mikey said, before finding a reason to leave them alone. Not that they ever were alone. People bombarded them both with “sorry”s and “If there's anything I can do”s, leaving them both raw and exhausted. Mikey eyed his guests harshly. Gerard almost chuckled to himself. He was certain Mikey had been clear “Don't mention it, not to Frank, not to Gerard, not at all. They're barely holding it together.” He could hear it in his mind.
Gerard wasn't sure why he asked Frank back to his apartment for a drink. Not being one for company recently.
Their talk was brief, raw, savage even. The tears came hot and quick from them both. The loves of their lives, Jared and John were taken from them in the wave. Neither body found, even so many months later.
Gerard got them both drinks, turned down the lights and put on some jazz, the volume low. The kind that goes well with pain. The kind you can break your heart to. He went to the bedroom and took Jared’s shirt that was under the pillow and hung it in the closet next to the other ones that may or may not still carry Jared’s scent. Then he went back and pulled Frank into the bedroom that was now only his.
The music wafted over them ad Gerard ran his fingers through Frank’s dark hair, unbuttoned his black shirt and opened his pants. Frank’s hands flew effortlessly into Gerard’s clothes, pinching his nipples, slipping down into his pants and tracing his balls, fingering his dick until a low breath escaped him. Gerard lay back on the bed, pulling Frank towards him, feeling his dick between his thighs.
“Let me,” Frank whispered. He ran his lips over Gerard's cock, tonguing the tip, licking the underside of Gerard's balls, slipping down towards his ass. Gerard thrust up towards Frank’s mouth, the other man grabbed it and rubbed it fast with his hand while he took it deep into his mouth.
Gerard pulled Frank up toward him, kissed him deep and held him tight. And when Gerard bit lightly along his thighs and nipped at his balls, Jared seemed with him, watching him, instructing him.
Gerard pulled a small jar of lube and a condom from the drawer in the bedside table.
“Desidero a vaffunculo,” he told Frank. Frank looked at him through confused eyes. Gerard sighed, silently. He leaned down into Frank’s ear, licking the lobe lightly before whispering.
“I want to fuck you.”
Frank smiled and lay back on the bed stroking his cock. He spread his legs, allowing Gerard to slather lube all over him. Gerard smoothed the condom onto his own aching dick and lifted Frank’s legs around his waist as he slowly stroked his cock into Frank’s ass hole. Frank’s arms encircled Gerard’s neck and pulled him close. Gerard thrust deep into him, and heard him murmur in his ear though he couldn't make out what it was, so he pretended it was Italian as he began to pump into Frank hard, grabbing and stroking the other man's cock as he did. Frank reached down and fingered Gerard's balls, playing with his ass while he was fucked. Gerard leaned down, kissed Frank, flicking his tongue against his teeth, then down this throat.
Gerard could feel the most tremendous orgasm building in his balls, his cock filling Frank’s ass, Frank moving his as on Gerard's cock in a way he had never felt before.
“I'm going to come in your ass.” Gerard's voice was low and thick, rough with the intensity of his desire.
Frank was telling him to come, come hard, come now, come with him, fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. As Gerard exploded into Frank’s hot, tight ass he could barely keep himself from collapsing on top of him. He thrust the last bit into Frank’s ass, pulling tighter on his dick until he too came. He slipped his cock of out Frank, and pulled of the condom and just lay next to him, curling into Frank, as he cried.
Gerard didn't go to work that morning, instead he went to Frank’s and slept, they both slept for the first time in months, holding each other tight