Paramour, Part 8
It's the penultimate part!
Cornflower bedroom, Paramour mansion
Frank lay on the bed trying to take in what had just happened. He was still slightly weak from his exertions as he sighed languidly. This evening had so far been quite surreal, but it had been so much goddamned fun! He looked over at his lover and smiled and was instantly rewarded with such a cute, dorky grin that Frank thought he'd never seen anything quite so adorable. He laughed as his eyes fell on Gerard's peanut-butter-smeared body. "I'm sorry I abused you, man," he drawled.
"I feel thoroughly violated," smirked Gerard. "But I think I can deal with it. The question is, how are you going to make it up to me?"
Frank grinned and rolled over to look at the perfect vision before him. "I'll do anything you want. You name it." He moved slowly toward Gerard like a prowling animal, eyes locked with his, each word bringing him closer as he purred, "What dirty and depraved act would you like me to perform for you?"
The singer's eyes darkened with a look of wicked mischief as he pulled Frank down on top of him. "I think we should take a long... slow... shower. You made me so very dirty. We're gonna need a whole lot of soap. And you need to check that every single inch of me is really, really clean." Gerard raised an eyebrow, a lewd smile on his lips, as he added, "You think you can do that for me?"
"Hehe, I think I can manage that," Frank giggled.
Just then they were disturbed by a faint noise outside in the hallway.
"Did you hear that?" Gerard whispered as they both sat up quickly. Frank nodded, straining to hear. Then came the distinct sound of footsteps at the door followed by a knock.
"Fuck!" mouthed Frank, as a pair of panic-stricken eyes met his own. The two men scrambled for their clothes.
"Hey, Gerard!" came Bob's muffled voice. "I thought you might be hungry. I've brought you some pizza."
Gerard looked around frantically for his shirt as he replied distractedly, "Um, great. Hang on."
Frank grabbed his pants and tried to put them on in a hurry. Standing on one leg, he lost his balance and toppled over with a loud thunk. Fuck!
"Are you okay in there?" asked an obviously concerned Bob.
"It's okay, I just tripped over some stuff," called Gerard, trying to sound casual.
Frank fumbled to get dressed. He snatched up his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, thanking his lucky stars that no one would consider it too unusual that he was wearing it inside out.
"Just a second." Gerard pulled on his shirt and made a face at Frank as the fabric stuck to his adhesive skin. "Ew!" he mouthed in disgust. He smoothed down the bed that they had been on, whilst motioning to Frank to get on the other one. The guitarist jumped onto the bed and sat there, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.
Gerard took a quick look in the mirror and tried to smooth out his hair, wincing as he found sticky patches in it. "Shit!" he muttered under his breath as he strode toward the door and unlocked it.
Bob's smiling face greeted him, closely followed by the smell of pepperoni pizza. "Hey."
"Hey, Bob. Thanks for this." Gerard took the food from him and leaned against the door awkwardly.
"No problem." Bob looked a little nervous as he asked, "Are you okay? Still working on the song?"
Gerard couldn't help but glance over at the crumpled piece of paper that he'd discarded on the floor earlier. "Er..."
Bob peered into the room, following his bandmate's gaze until his eyes came to rest on the abandoned page of lyrics. "Oooh, not good." He gave his friend a consoling pat on the arm before spying Frank for the first time. "Hey, man, didn't see you there."
"Hi, Bob." Frank gave the drummer a small wave and a big grin.
"Guys, we're about to watch Tron downstairs if you wanna join us."
"Aw, man, I love that movie!" enthused Gerard, a wide smile lighting up his face. For a second it looked as though he would accept the offer but then he turned and met Frank's gaze and seemed to come to his senses. "Um, but we're sorta busy. Got some stuff to finish off, ya know?"
Shit, you're killing me, man, thought Frank, fighting hard to keep from laughing out loud. He found Gerard's honesty so amusing. How was that man keeping a straight face?
"No problem. Lemme know if you need more pizza, there's plenty more." Bob waved his hand and made his exit, closing the door behind him.
The pair waited until they heard the footsteps recede downstairs before bursting out laughing. As Gerard locked the door once more, Frank leaped up and thumped him on the back with a cry of, "Man, you're good! I would have fucked that up for sure."
"Ugh, I need to sit down after that!" said Gerard, flopping onto the bed. "That was close!" he sighed and brought his hands up to his flushed cheeks.
"But at least we got pizza," chirped Frank, reaching for the box.
"Get your fuckin' hands off!" cried Gerard, snatching it back. "You heard the man, this is mine! Anyway," he continued, tossing the pizza aside, "I think you'll find we have some unfinished business to attend to." He grabbed the smaller man by the arms, forcing him backwards onto the bed. "Alright, now where were we?"
"Uh..." Frank blinked and looked up into those dark, intense eyes. How stupid he was to think that his lover would want food before his other needs had been satisfied. He wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck and pulled him close. "I believe I was talking... er... dirty and depraved? And then you were talking clean and depraved..."
"Oh yeah. I remember." The lewd smile returned, then Gerard suddenly sprang up and cried, "Race you to the shower!"
There was a flurry of movement as both men tussled with each other in their haste to get to the bathroom. Clothes were carelessly flung aside as they jostled for space in the cramped room. Gerard sneakily secured his victory by jumping into the shower fully-clothed and getting undressed from there.
"Hey, you cheated!" yelled an indignant Frank, ridding himself of the last of his clothing and quickly joining his lover in the shower just as the spray of warm water sputtered into life.
"Admit it, I'm just faster and smarter than you and you can't take it."
"Fuck you!"
"I'm hoping you will! Now get lathering!" demanded Gerard handing his young lover a bar of soap.
Frank smiled to himself as he took the soap and started to lather it between his hands, but as he did so he spied something better. Squinting as the stream of water ran down his forehead and into his eyes, he reached up to retrieve a bottle of shower gel from the shelf. "Ah, perfect," he said as he squeezed some out into the palm of his hand.
"The fuck...? I'm not using that perfumed shit! No! Frank!"
But the younger man was determined as he slathered on copious amounts of shower gel. "Dude, you smell all peachy." Frank inspected the bottle before adding, "Mmm, peachy and watermelony."
"Fucker," smiled Gerard, shaking his head resignedly. "I hope you know I missed Tron for this."
"You're such a nerd!" Frank shot back.
"That's why you love me."
"This is true." Frank wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed him sweetly. How did he get to be this lucky? He felt so blessed to have this amazing man in his life. A man who had no idea of how truly special he was, and that, if anything, only made him more attractive. Frank ran his fingers through his lover's dark locks and set about carefully and gently applying shampoo. "Y'know," he said playfully, "I hope all that peanut butter comes out. Otherwise you may have to cut your hair."
"Never!"
"Haha, now close your eyes," he instructed as he rinsed off the shampoo.
Frank then took more shower gel and painstakingly washed Gerard's upper body, finding he had to scrub at particularly stubborn patches of peanut butter that had started to dry onto the skin. Then he moved downwards and lathered his hands once more. He took hold of Gerard and started rubbing him gently with soapy hands.
"Ah, yes." The older man closed his eyes and held on tightly to Frank's shoulders. "Make sure you get that bit nice and clean."
One hand still working diligently, Frank placed his other hand on Gerard's ass. "And this bit? Is this dirty too?"
"Oh yeah, very dirty," moaned Gerard, biting his lip.
Frank squeezed the firm flesh and moved his fingers to find the tight opening. The skilled strokes of one hand and the teasing fingering of the other were causing the other man to make some of the most delicious sounds he'd ever heard. He pushed a fingertip inside, then a whole finger, until Gerard's nails digging into his shoulders became painful and gratified moans echoed in his ears.
"Fuck, Frankie! Oh God, keep doing that!"
The younger man willingly obliged, reveling in the feel of the warm water against his skin, the sweet fruity scent of the slippery suds and the feel of Gerard beneath his fingers. Frank increased the pace of his handiwork and became more vigorous, causing the other man's breath to come in short gasps. Gerard leaned down and his mouth found Frank's, his kisses urgent and demanding as he tried to steal them between ragged breaths. His whole body shivered and shuddered as each insistent movement brought him closer and closer. With a final feral cry Gerard finished and collapsed into Frank's arms, breathing heavily and shaking all over. Frank held him steady and swept the hair away from Gerard's still-closed eyes. They held each other close, a picture of perfect contentment, the steady stream of warm water soothing their tired bodies.
"Oh, man, I feel thoroughly violated all over again," Gerard murmured happily. "But you know what? You can violate me any time you want."
"I'd like that," Frank chuckled, brushing his lips against Gerard's. "So dude... do I deserve pizza now?"
Cornflower bedroom, Paramour mansion
Frank lay on the bed trying to take in what had just happened. He was still slightly weak from his exertions as he sighed languidly. This evening had so far been quite surreal, but it had been so much goddamned fun! He looked over at his lover and smiled and was instantly rewarded with such a cute, dorky grin that Frank thought he'd never seen anything quite so adorable. He laughed as his eyes fell on Gerard's peanut-butter-smeared body. "I'm sorry I abused you, man," he drawled.
"I feel thoroughly violated," smirked Gerard. "But I think I can deal with it. The question is, how are you going to make it up to me?"
Frank grinned and rolled over to look at the perfect vision before him. "I'll do anything you want. You name it." He moved slowly toward Gerard like a prowling animal, eyes locked with his, each word bringing him closer as he purred, "What dirty and depraved act would you like me to perform for you?"
The singer's eyes darkened with a look of wicked mischief as he pulled Frank down on top of him. "I think we should take a long... slow... shower. You made me so very dirty. We're gonna need a whole lot of soap. And you need to check that every single inch of me is really, really clean." Gerard raised an eyebrow, a lewd smile on his lips, as he added, "You think you can do that for me?"
"Hehe, I think I can manage that," Frank giggled.
Just then they were disturbed by a faint noise outside in the hallway.
"Did you hear that?" Gerard whispered as they both sat up quickly. Frank nodded, straining to hear. Then came the distinct sound of footsteps at the door followed by a knock.
"Fuck!" mouthed Frank, as a pair of panic-stricken eyes met his own. The two men scrambled for their clothes.
"Hey, Gerard!" came Bob's muffled voice. "I thought you might be hungry. I've brought you some pizza."
Gerard looked around frantically for his shirt as he replied distractedly, "Um, great. Hang on."
Frank grabbed his pants and tried to put them on in a hurry. Standing on one leg, he lost his balance and toppled over with a loud thunk. Fuck!
"Are you okay in there?" asked an obviously concerned Bob.
"It's okay, I just tripped over some stuff," called Gerard, trying to sound casual.
Frank fumbled to get dressed. He snatched up his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, thanking his lucky stars that no one would consider it too unusual that he was wearing it inside out.
"Just a second." Gerard pulled on his shirt and made a face at Frank as the fabric stuck to his adhesive skin. "Ew!" he mouthed in disgust. He smoothed down the bed that they had been on, whilst motioning to Frank to get on the other one. The guitarist jumped onto the bed and sat there, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.
Gerard took a quick look in the mirror and tried to smooth out his hair, wincing as he found sticky patches in it. "Shit!" he muttered under his breath as he strode toward the door and unlocked it.
Bob's smiling face greeted him, closely followed by the smell of pepperoni pizza. "Hey."
"Hey, Bob. Thanks for this." Gerard took the food from him and leaned against the door awkwardly.
"No problem." Bob looked a little nervous as he asked, "Are you okay? Still working on the song?"
Gerard couldn't help but glance over at the crumpled piece of paper that he'd discarded on the floor earlier. "Er..."
Bob peered into the room, following his bandmate's gaze until his eyes came to rest on the abandoned page of lyrics. "Oooh, not good." He gave his friend a consoling pat on the arm before spying Frank for the first time. "Hey, man, didn't see you there."
"Hi, Bob." Frank gave the drummer a small wave and a big grin.
"Guys, we're about to watch Tron downstairs if you wanna join us."
"Aw, man, I love that movie!" enthused Gerard, a wide smile lighting up his face. For a second it looked as though he would accept the offer but then he turned and met Frank's gaze and seemed to come to his senses. "Um, but we're sorta busy. Got some stuff to finish off, ya know?"
Shit, you're killing me, man, thought Frank, fighting hard to keep from laughing out loud. He found Gerard's honesty so amusing. How was that man keeping a straight face?
"No problem. Lemme know if you need more pizza, there's plenty more." Bob waved his hand and made his exit, closing the door behind him.
The pair waited until they heard the footsteps recede downstairs before bursting out laughing. As Gerard locked the door once more, Frank leaped up and thumped him on the back with a cry of, "Man, you're good! I would have fucked that up for sure."
"Ugh, I need to sit down after that!" said Gerard, flopping onto the bed. "That was close!" he sighed and brought his hands up to his flushed cheeks.
"But at least we got pizza," chirped Frank, reaching for the box.
"Get your fuckin' hands off!" cried Gerard, snatching it back. "You heard the man, this is mine! Anyway," he continued, tossing the pizza aside, "I think you'll find we have some unfinished business to attend to." He grabbed the smaller man by the arms, forcing him backwards onto the bed. "Alright, now where were we?"
"Uh..." Frank blinked and looked up into those dark, intense eyes. How stupid he was to think that his lover would want food before his other needs had been satisfied. He wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck and pulled him close. "I believe I was talking... er... dirty and depraved? And then you were talking clean and depraved..."
"Oh yeah. I remember." The lewd smile returned, then Gerard suddenly sprang up and cried, "Race you to the shower!"
There was a flurry of movement as both men tussled with each other in their haste to get to the bathroom. Clothes were carelessly flung aside as they jostled for space in the cramped room. Gerard sneakily secured his victory by jumping into the shower fully-clothed and getting undressed from there.
"Hey, you cheated!" yelled an indignant Frank, ridding himself of the last of his clothing and quickly joining his lover in the shower just as the spray of warm water sputtered into life.
"Admit it, I'm just faster and smarter than you and you can't take it."
"Fuck you!"
"I'm hoping you will! Now get lathering!" demanded Gerard handing his young lover a bar of soap.
Frank smiled to himself as he took the soap and started to lather it between his hands, but as he did so he spied something better. Squinting as the stream of water ran down his forehead and into his eyes, he reached up to retrieve a bottle of shower gel from the shelf. "Ah, perfect," he said as he squeezed some out into the palm of his hand.
"The fuck...? I'm not using that perfumed shit! No! Frank!"
But the younger man was determined as he slathered on copious amounts of shower gel. "Dude, you smell all peachy." Frank inspected the bottle before adding, "Mmm, peachy and watermelony."
"Fucker," smiled Gerard, shaking his head resignedly. "I hope you know I missed Tron for this."
"You're such a nerd!" Frank shot back.
"That's why you love me."
"This is true." Frank wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed him sweetly. How did he get to be this lucky? He felt so blessed to have this amazing man in his life. A man who had no idea of how truly special he was, and that, if anything, only made him more attractive. Frank ran his fingers through his lover's dark locks and set about carefully and gently applying shampoo. "Y'know," he said playfully, "I hope all that peanut butter comes out. Otherwise you may have to cut your hair."
"Never!"
"Haha, now close your eyes," he instructed as he rinsed off the shampoo.
Frank then took more shower gel and painstakingly washed Gerard's upper body, finding he had to scrub at particularly stubborn patches of peanut butter that had started to dry onto the skin. Then he moved downwards and lathered his hands once more. He took hold of Gerard and started rubbing him gently with soapy hands.
"Ah, yes." The older man closed his eyes and held on tightly to Frank's shoulders. "Make sure you get that bit nice and clean."
One hand still working diligently, Frank placed his other hand on Gerard's ass. "And this bit? Is this dirty too?"
"Oh yeah, very dirty," moaned Gerard, biting his lip.
Frank squeezed the firm flesh and moved his fingers to find the tight opening. The skilled strokes of one hand and the teasing fingering of the other were causing the other man to make some of the most delicious sounds he'd ever heard. He pushed a fingertip inside, then a whole finger, until Gerard's nails digging into his shoulders became painful and gratified moans echoed in his ears.
"Fuck, Frankie! Oh God, keep doing that!"
The younger man willingly obliged, reveling in the feel of the warm water against his skin, the sweet fruity scent of the slippery suds and the feel of Gerard beneath his fingers. Frank increased the pace of his handiwork and became more vigorous, causing the other man's breath to come in short gasps. Gerard leaned down and his mouth found Frank's, his kisses urgent and demanding as he tried to steal them between ragged breaths. His whole body shivered and shuddered as each insistent movement brought him closer and closer. With a final feral cry Gerard finished and collapsed into Frank's arms, breathing heavily and shaking all over. Frank held him steady and swept the hair away from Gerard's still-closed eyes. They held each other close, a picture of perfect contentment, the steady stream of warm water soothing their tired bodies.
"Oh, man, I feel thoroughly violated all over again," Gerard murmured happily. "But you know what? You can violate me any time you want."
"I'd like that," Frank chuckled, brushing his lips against Gerard's. "So dude... do I deserve pizza now?"