Beyond Measure
Tittle: Beyond Measure
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
POV: Frank/third
Disclaimer: In no way does this pertain to anyone sharing the names of said characters. This is all make-believe; should someone believe otherwise they've obviously gone crazy.
Summary: Frank believes that it is all beyond measure.
Beta: not0_fuckin_kay
AN: This is an early birthday present for a special reader, hope this gift is enjoyable. This is my very first pwp, just to let everyone know this momentous occasion.
Warnings: sex, pwp, being too vague
Frank always wondered if he looks ridiculous when he's like this. When his mouth is slack, open just barely, trying to suck in as much oxygen as possible, letting the sweat from above his lip to slip in and cover his dry tongue with the taste of salt. Or how his eyes close and scrunch up with whatever feeling he was letting consume his being, bringing more attention the wrinkles between his brows as they tried to touch the beginning of the bridge of his nose. That his neck would become lose and his head would bob with the motions that his body makes in jerking movements. When his hands would come up to grip at his damp locks, tugging in frustration at how he couldn’t express all of what was trying to consume him.
“Oh God, Gerard,” passes his lips in some worshipful tone that he’d never be able to repeat on whim. The feeling is becoming more intense and he rocks back with abandon, letting it fill him up; waiting for it to over flow.
Gerard’s hands were gripping his hips tightly, finger nails digging in and leaving red groves embedded into Frank’s skin. The motions were losing their original smoothness and gaining a more jerking feel to them, the rhythm lost a long time ago.
Frank’s thighs had lost their strength a while ago and he was moving from adrenalin alone now. He leaned forward a little to rest his hands against Gerard’s heaving and sweat slick shoulders, trying to relieve some of the pressure on his knees.
“Frank,” Gerard whines, his thighs coming up and tickling Frank’s lower back. His hips lift Frank up just slightly as the man becomes more excited. Gerard’s close, his predictable actions giving him away.
Frank makes a gruff noise in annoyance as he pushes his face into the crook of Gerard’s neck, and he hisses, “Not yet,” he moans deeply when stab of pleasure spikes through his nerves, “not yet.”
Gerard only whines more, biting his lips in frustration and determination. Which will only help him for so long. Frank pulls back just enough that he can reach between them, grabbing a hold of his own erection and letting the motions of his hand help him gain more stimulation.
It’s only seconds later and Gerard’s hands slide up to Frank’s ribs and to his chest. Trembling hands graze dark and pert nipples, the sensation making Frank gasp in surprise and pleasure. And then they are resting under his armpits and Gerard is sitting up as far as he can, lifting Frank with shaking muscles and desperation to not finish before Frank, as he lifts and lowers the other man in tandem with the jolting motions of his hips.
Frank can only cry out, over and over again, it all being too much. And then it comes, the tightness in his groin and abdomen becoming unbearably clenched before loosening in a rush of enrapture and delight. He was almost afraid that if Gerard wasn’t holding on to him, that he’d float away, like a cloud on a sunny day.
Gerard’s hands tighten unbearably for a few seconds, as he moans and throws his head back even deeper into the pillow. His body begins to shudder as he reaches his own orgasm. “Fuck yes, Frank!” he calls out, his voice hoarse and strained.
He presses his hand into the damp sheets and grips them as his orgasm rocks through his body, Gerard rocks them back and forth a few more times, before pushing at Frank to get up and off, he’s too sensitive to let him stay in place.
Frank hisses at the burn of muscles moving, and how his lower regions protest as Gerard slips out of his body. But god does he feel fucking amazing, and he figures that this has to be the best sex he and Gerard have had in a long while.
Frank lets himself flop down onto the sticky and damp mattress. He nuzzles the pillow under his head, as he reaches a hand down to scratch at the still twitching muscles of his abdomen. Gerard is beside him pulling off the condom with tired and slow motions, and Frank gives him five minutes tops before the other man is out like a light.
“That was fucking fantastic,” Frank finally manages to mumble, as he slides closer to Gerard and strokes his hand up and down a pale stomach. Frank feels his limbs shaking for the earlier exertion, but he ignores it, wanting to make it clear to his lover and boyfriend how much he appreciated the fantastic sex they just had, that Gerard had put so much effort into giving him pleasure.
Gerard grins behind a yawn and shifts to his side, swinging his arm up to rest on Frank’s sternum, “It was, wasn’t it?” he giggles, clearly pleased with himself.
Frank leans in for a kiss, that is deep and warm with their love and affection for each other. “It was,” he answers, happy beyond measure.
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
POV: Frank/third
Disclaimer: In no way does this pertain to anyone sharing the names of said characters. This is all make-believe; should someone believe otherwise they've obviously gone crazy.
Summary: Frank believes that it is all beyond measure.
Beta: not0_fuckin_kay
AN: This is an early birthday present for a special reader, hope this gift is enjoyable. This is my very first pwp, just to let everyone know this momentous occasion.
Warnings: sex, pwp, being too vague
Frank always wondered if he looks ridiculous when he's like this. When his mouth is slack, open just barely, trying to suck in as much oxygen as possible, letting the sweat from above his lip to slip in and cover his dry tongue with the taste of salt. Or how his eyes close and scrunch up with whatever feeling he was letting consume his being, bringing more attention the wrinkles between his brows as they tried to touch the beginning of the bridge of his nose. That his neck would become lose and his head would bob with the motions that his body makes in jerking movements. When his hands would come up to grip at his damp locks, tugging in frustration at how he couldn’t express all of what was trying to consume him.
“Oh God, Gerard,” passes his lips in some worshipful tone that he’d never be able to repeat on whim. The feeling is becoming more intense and he rocks back with abandon, letting it fill him up; waiting for it to over flow.
Gerard’s hands were gripping his hips tightly, finger nails digging in and leaving red groves embedded into Frank’s skin. The motions were losing their original smoothness and gaining a more jerking feel to them, the rhythm lost a long time ago.
Frank’s thighs had lost their strength a while ago and he was moving from adrenalin alone now. He leaned forward a little to rest his hands against Gerard’s heaving and sweat slick shoulders, trying to relieve some of the pressure on his knees.
“Frank,” Gerard whines, his thighs coming up and tickling Frank’s lower back. His hips lift Frank up just slightly as the man becomes more excited. Gerard’s close, his predictable actions giving him away.
Frank makes a gruff noise in annoyance as he pushes his face into the crook of Gerard’s neck, and he hisses, “Not yet,” he moans deeply when stab of pleasure spikes through his nerves, “not yet.”
Gerard only whines more, biting his lips in frustration and determination. Which will only help him for so long. Frank pulls back just enough that he can reach between them, grabbing a hold of his own erection and letting the motions of his hand help him gain more stimulation.
It’s only seconds later and Gerard’s hands slide up to Frank’s ribs and to his chest. Trembling hands graze dark and pert nipples, the sensation making Frank gasp in surprise and pleasure. And then they are resting under his armpits and Gerard is sitting up as far as he can, lifting Frank with shaking muscles and desperation to not finish before Frank, as he lifts and lowers the other man in tandem with the jolting motions of his hips.
Frank can only cry out, over and over again, it all being too much. And then it comes, the tightness in his groin and abdomen becoming unbearably clenched before loosening in a rush of enrapture and delight. He was almost afraid that if Gerard wasn’t holding on to him, that he’d float away, like a cloud on a sunny day.
Gerard’s hands tighten unbearably for a few seconds, as he moans and throws his head back even deeper into the pillow. His body begins to shudder as he reaches his own orgasm. “Fuck yes, Frank!” he calls out, his voice hoarse and strained.
He presses his hand into the damp sheets and grips them as his orgasm rocks through his body, Gerard rocks them back and forth a few more times, before pushing at Frank to get up and off, he’s too sensitive to let him stay in place.
Frank hisses at the burn of muscles moving, and how his lower regions protest as Gerard slips out of his body. But god does he feel fucking amazing, and he figures that this has to be the best sex he and Gerard have had in a long while.
Frank lets himself flop down onto the sticky and damp mattress. He nuzzles the pillow under his head, as he reaches a hand down to scratch at the still twitching muscles of his abdomen. Gerard is beside him pulling off the condom with tired and slow motions, and Frank gives him five minutes tops before the other man is out like a light.
“That was fucking fantastic,” Frank finally manages to mumble, as he slides closer to Gerard and strokes his hand up and down a pale stomach. Frank feels his limbs shaking for the earlier exertion, but he ignores it, wanting to make it clear to his lover and boyfriend how much he appreciated the fantastic sex they just had, that Gerard had put so much effort into giving him pleasure.
Gerard grins behind a yawn and shifts to his side, swinging his arm up to rest on Frank’s sternum, “It was, wasn’t it?” he giggles, clearly pleased with himself.
Frank leans in for a kiss, that is deep and warm with their love and affection for each other. “It was,” he answers, happy beyond measure.