Ficletty: How To Get Gerard To Fuck Frank In The Morning
So, I took some prompts a few days ago and bexless and I challenged each other to write Frank/Gerard morning sex, which, let's face it, is canonically implausible. But I gave it a shot anyway:
How To Get Gerard To Fuck Frank In The Morning
Frank/Gerard, morning sex, 2,643 words, Rated NC-17
*
Waking up with Gerard's face inches from his own and one of Gerard's hands half-wedged under his back, is one of the nicest way to wake up, Frank thinks. It's up there with stirring awake in a crappy van a few hours from playing a show that actually pays. Sex and playing guitars have always been along very similar lines in Frank's book, and he loves both. Both make him hard. He's really hard right now. He rolls over and presses his face into the warm skin of Gerard's back.
Frank loves morning sex. It's just all around a great start to the day. Everything is new and rosy, and you're usually hard and relaxed and warm and naked already, so it's also kind of convenient. Frank is 28 and convenience is starting to rank pretty high. "Mm, morning, babe," he says, sliding his arms around Gerard's waist.
"Fnghhh." Gerard jerks awake, rolls over and blindly reaches for his cigarettes on the bedside table, clearing the phlegm from his throat.
Gerard has a hacking cough in the mornings and his hair tends to stand wildly in every direction, and his skin is even paler than usual and he smells of sweat and yesterday's tobacco, and when Frank kisses his shoulder, he jerks back like he doesn't know who the fuck Frank is.
"Don't get up," Frank says and pulls Gerard back on the bed.
Gerard flounces a little and drops the lighter on the floor. "Fuck."
The problem is that Gerard stays up half the night, either working on his comic or his art or he just watches movies or writes or whatever, and that means Frank usually passes out long before Gerard does.
He twists so he's half on top of Gerard and pushes his leg in between Gerard's. "Come on, babe, I want you so much."
"C-coffee," Gerard says.
"Orgasms first," Frank pants a little from the effort of holding on to Gerard. Determinedly, he slides a hand down the front of Gerard's fuzzy and kind of sweaty pajama pants. "Come on, don't tell me you want coffee more than a blowjob right now?"
"C-coffee," Gerard says again. Gerard is as hard as Frank is, it's just that he looks more annoyed than excited. His eyes are unfocused and his hands are shaking slightly, and his mouth is curled into a sour, sort of dangerous expression.
"In a minutes," Frank promises, "I just want to tell you about this nice dream I had," he starts, seductively, but then Gerard's elbow makes contact with his stomach, making him go "omph," instead, "Gerard, come on."
"What do you want from me?" Gerard wheezes.
Frank gives up and lets go of his middle. "We're on vacation. I just thought we should have lazy mornings and shit," he mutters.
Gerard stares at him. He looks disoriented, but mad. "I have a fucking headache."
"You always have a fucking headache," Frank snaps.
"Fine." Gerard throws the pack of cigarettes onto the bedside table again and flops down on the bed. "Just go for it then. But could you let me know when you've finished?"
So not only do they not have sex that morning, they don't have sex for the next two days, and Frank only offers one-word replies to anything Gerard says.
--
A few days later, Frank is over it. He kisses Gerard's neck as he passes him that night on his way to the stairs, around 2 am, "I'm going to bed," he mumbles and Gerard looks up from his game and smiles so warmly that Frank goes back and kisses him on the mouth. "Night."
"Night," Gerard says.
--
The next morning, he wakes up with a hard-on and a warm Gerard curled up next to him with his mouth on Frank's nipple. Their feet are entangled and Gerard's hair smells a bit, but it doesn't matter; it's still the nicest way to wake up, Frank thinks. He basks in the warmth for a few moments while he strokes himself lazily, then he rolls over so that Gerard's feet fall away from his ankles.
"Malekith," Gerard mutters.
"No," Frank says, "Frank."
Gerard grunts. Frank slides his hand down and touches Gerard's dick lightly, trailing the back of his fingers up across the length. Gerard's grows harder under his touch, but he doesn't really stir, so Frank leans over and kisses him on the mouth. "Hey," he whispers thickly. He knows that Gerard's awake. "Hey, are you awake? Come on, I wanna see you, hey, come on." He wraps his hand around both of their dicks and starts stroking, because he just wants to have sex. "God, babe, you're so hard already."
Gerard doesn't move, as if by lying absolutely still he can make Frank think he's still asleep, or dead.
"Hey," Frank stops stroking them and starts poking Gerard in the shoulder instead. "Hey, Gerard, hey, Gee, babe, hey, ASSHOLE."
Finally, Gerard opens his eyes slightly. Then quickly shuts them again with a grimace. "Ghngh."
"Hi," Frank says. "I want to have sex. You're awake."
Gerard rubs a hand over his face and groans. "I'm not very awake," he says and turns to glance at the clock. "Fuck, Frank."
"Exactly," Frank says. "Now you're getting it."
Gerard mutters something that sounds like "coffee" and moves as if to get up from the bed, but Frank grabs his arm and hauls him back.
"Look, you're pissing me off now. I want this and you're not making any effort. It's not like I'm asking you to give up smoking or coffee or anything. All I want is sex. Why are you being a stubborn bitch about it?"
Gerard raises an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm being a stubborn bitch?"
"Yes," Frank mutters.
"Really?"
"Yes." Frank is still pressing Gerard to the bed, and neither of them is hard anymore, but it's a matter of principle now. "For fuck's sake, I didn't put up this much of a problem when you wanted to try that burglar thing."
Gerard sputters a little, and his face goes red. "That was just...experimentation. Everyone experiments. It wasn't - "
"Whatever. The point is, I went along with it without being all judgmental because it was something you seemed to want, and it's not my fault that it didn't really turn out to be fun."
Gerard bites his lip. "It's a little bit your fault."
"I just don't like being held down. And that was plain weird okay. What I want is normal, just some normal sex, but in the fucking morning when it feels really good."
"Do I have to be fully awake for it?"
"Fuck off."
"Okay, sorry." Gerard sighs. "But why can't we just get up and have sex later when we're both feeling up to it?"
"That's not the same." Frank knows he sounds sulky and childish, but he is. "It's totally not the same once you're up. Morning sex is different, it just is. It's always been the best sex, at least for me, and… it's just something I like and I miss it and I am bringing it up because I think it is important to work on our relationship, you know." He gestures. "It's important stuff."
Gerard studies him for a while, then tips his head and says. "That was clever."
"Yeah?" Frank feels a little hopeful.
"Yeah." Gerard nods. "I kinda have to do it now, don't I? If it's to work on our relationship." He bites his lip. "The thing is, I am just not good in the mornings. I have a few addictions."
"But that's the point of morning sex," Frank explains, "I'm not asking for aerobics. Just to get off, lazy and good."
"Hmm," Gerard says, "No acrobatics?"
"None," Frank promises, "All I want is a very simple orgasm."
"I can do that." Gerard grins sort of lopsided, "Can my dick be in your mouth at the same time?"
Frank rolls his eyes. "Of course. I'm sorry, I almost forgot about your obsession with blowjobs there for a moment."
"I just like 'em."
"I noticed. I'm just a mouth to you, aren't I?"
Gerard reaches out and strokes Frank's side, down over his hip. "I like your eyes too. But I can't put my dick in them."
Frank sputters. "Okay, that's possibly the least sexy talk I've ever heard from you, and that's saying a lot. That's counting the first time we hooked up."
Gerard laughs hoarsely, which dissolves into coughs. The first time they hooked up, Frank had kissed him during a conversation, quite impulsively, and Gerard had been receptive and happy but had also nervously continued the conversation for a while, which had been about abattoirs.
"So are we settled then?" Frank says, hopefully, "Can we fuck in the fucking mornings?"
Gerard's eyes glide down to Frank's mouth and he raises an eyebrow. "You know, technically, we haven't gotten up yet."
Frank snorts. He has talked himself into a deep cigarette craving and he also has to pee and he could really do with a shower; he's feeling a little sticky and cold. "Uh," he says.
"Don't tell me you don't want to now after all that."
"Technically, it's not morning," Frank protests, "We've been up and arguing and you've already given me a headache. It doesn't count."
"Take a Tylenol."
"You take a Tylenol."
"What?"
"I don't know." Frank groans and pushes the covers aside. "I need to piss."
He reflects over sex and romance as he yawns and washes his hands. He would miss having sex in the morning if they never do, and part of him thinks that Gerard should just get over his aversion to mornings in order to please him. But he knows that love isn't simple and maybe it's just one of those things. He'll end up finding new things he loves instead - he has already found a bunch, with Gerard. He knows he's luckier than most. And, to be fair, he wasn't the most co-operative during the whole burglar scenario.
--
The next morning, he wakes up with the smell of freshly brewed coffee teasing his brain awake and Gerard's hand nudging his shoulder insistently.
"I had an idea last night," Gerard's voice is strangely excited and far too perky for this time of the morning, and his breath smells of coffee, and when Frank manages to open his eyes, he sees that Gerard has a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth and that he looks really awake. "I prepared the coffee maker before I went to bed and this morning I just hit the switch. I swear, I haven't been up," He presses close to Frank, as if for show. Ash drops dangerously close to Frank's shoulder. "Only my arm's been out from under the cover, nothing else."
Frank is sleepy and confused as he's pulled over so he's straddling Gerard's lap and Gerard pulls the cover up over them both. It's warm under the sheets and Gerard is really sweaty, and hard, so he's probably telling the truth that he hasn't been out of bed, but Frank groans and pushes his nose into the side of Gerard's throat to make sure.
"Wait," Gerard says. "Okay. Here - " He removes the cigarette from between his lips and wraps one hand around Frank's dick, ashing with the other.
"So your solution is to have breakfast at the same time?" Frank mutters, but he's laughing a little. He's warm and sleepy, relaxed and happy, and really horny.
Yes." Gerard's hand tightens deliciously around his dick, and Frank arches, and mumbles,
"Okay, that's - that's fine." Then reaches out and grabs the coffee from the bedside table. "Here," he says, and tips the cup against Gerard's mouth while Gerard strokes him harder, faster -- oh yes. Frank sits upright on Gerard's lap and the sheets fall off his back.
"Wait, wait!" Gerard grabs the coffee from Frank's hand, spilling some and knocking the ashtray dangerously close to the edge of the bed. Then he starts up with the quick strokes again and it’s so good, almost perfect.
Frank closes his eyes. "A bit faster," he mumbles, "Spit on your hand." He has his head tipped back and it's not that he's usually shy or anything, but it's much easier to ask for things when he's foggy with sleep and unselfconscious and it feels like the bed and the two of them is the only thing that exists in the world.
Gerard raises one eyebrow, but he doesn't say anything, just licks his palm.
"Yeah," Frank mumbles.
Gerard's hand returns, slick with spit, and he asks. "What else? Anything."
Frank looks down on him. "Uh. Maybe…" His hips snap forward. "Just…is your mouth still hot from the coffee? Can I?"
"You can do anything you want," Gerard says.
Frank moves forward and Gerard puts a hand on his hip, steadying him as he fumbles for the cup on the bedside table, and while Frank watches, Gerard takes a deep mouthful of coffee, swallows, then helps Frank line up and push his dick into Gerard's hot mouth. Gerard can't really say much after that, but he doesn't need to.
Frank braces his hands on the wall above them, and he is sweaty and a bit disoriented and he knows it must be uncomfortable and that he should feel guilty, and he probably wouldn't have asked for it if he was fully conscious, but he can't stop. He takes a stuttered breath, mumbles, "I'm sorry, sorry, but you - I - " and a few minutes later, he jerks back and comes on Gerard's face.
"Wow," Gerard says hoarsely, after. "That was really dirty. And fast."
"Mmhmm." Frank slumps down over Gerard's chest and trails his mouth across his skin, not fully coherent yet. "Your turn," he mumbles, "I'll do anything you want," and unsurprisingly Gerard just pushes encouragingly on his head until Frank trails his mouth lower.
"As deep as you can," Gerard says, then bucks up. He coughs on an inhale and some ash falls on the sheets. When Frank glances up, Gerard is holding the cigarette away, over the side of the bed, and his eyes are closed.
Frank loves getting Gerard off like this. He loves that Gerard loves blowjobs, and he loves the sounds Gerard makes, and he loves that all Gerard wants is for Frank to suck him off while he smokes. The best things in life are simple, he thinks. Or cheap. Or free. Something. All of it. Either way, he's in love. It's really hot under the sheets, so he pushes them down and sucks sloppily until Gerard comes in his mouth.
"God," Gerard says, a good while after, and stretches, "Mhm. I feel really good."
"Told you," Frank says. He's lying half on top of him, his nose pressed into the hollow of Gerard's neck.
"We should keep the coffee maker up here," Gerard says thoughtfully. He kisses Frank's shoulder and his fingers slide lazily up and down his back. "Hey, what time is it?"
"We're on vacation," Frank mutters. He slings an arm over Gerard's chest, in case Gerard's thinking about getting up or something equally deranged.
"Yeah, but," Gerard sighs, "I've had, like, a gallon of coffee."
"We'll work out the kinks later," Frank says.
He feels Gerard chuckle as the moment slowly stretches, elongates like a stringy piece of gum, and he gives in to it, feeling himself falling, the feeling spreading from his chest and limbs out to his fingertips and, probably, further, over into Gerard's body, and all he smells is Gerard's skin, all he feels is Gerard's chest moving, and when he wakes up a few hours later, it's with a biggest motherfucking cigarette craving ever.
How To Get Gerard To Fuck Frank In The Morning
Frank/Gerard, morning sex, 2,643 words, Rated NC-17
*
Waking up with Gerard's face inches from his own and one of Gerard's hands half-wedged under his back, is one of the nicest way to wake up, Frank thinks. It's up there with stirring awake in a crappy van a few hours from playing a show that actually pays. Sex and playing guitars have always been along very similar lines in Frank's book, and he loves both. Both make him hard. He's really hard right now. He rolls over and presses his face into the warm skin of Gerard's back.
Frank loves morning sex. It's just all around a great start to the day. Everything is new and rosy, and you're usually hard and relaxed and warm and naked already, so it's also kind of convenient. Frank is 28 and convenience is starting to rank pretty high. "Mm, morning, babe," he says, sliding his arms around Gerard's waist.
"Fnghhh." Gerard jerks awake, rolls over and blindly reaches for his cigarettes on the bedside table, clearing the phlegm from his throat.
Gerard has a hacking cough in the mornings and his hair tends to stand wildly in every direction, and his skin is even paler than usual and he smells of sweat and yesterday's tobacco, and when Frank kisses his shoulder, he jerks back like he doesn't know who the fuck Frank is.
"Don't get up," Frank says and pulls Gerard back on the bed.
Gerard flounces a little and drops the lighter on the floor. "Fuck."
The problem is that Gerard stays up half the night, either working on his comic or his art or he just watches movies or writes or whatever, and that means Frank usually passes out long before Gerard does.
He twists so he's half on top of Gerard and pushes his leg in between Gerard's. "Come on, babe, I want you so much."
"C-coffee," Gerard says.
"Orgasms first," Frank pants a little from the effort of holding on to Gerard. Determinedly, he slides a hand down the front of Gerard's fuzzy and kind of sweaty pajama pants. "Come on, don't tell me you want coffee more than a blowjob right now?"
"C-coffee," Gerard says again. Gerard is as hard as Frank is, it's just that he looks more annoyed than excited. His eyes are unfocused and his hands are shaking slightly, and his mouth is curled into a sour, sort of dangerous expression.
"In a minutes," Frank promises, "I just want to tell you about this nice dream I had," he starts, seductively, but then Gerard's elbow makes contact with his stomach, making him go "omph," instead, "Gerard, come on."
"What do you want from me?" Gerard wheezes.
Frank gives up and lets go of his middle. "We're on vacation. I just thought we should have lazy mornings and shit," he mutters.
Gerard stares at him. He looks disoriented, but mad. "I have a fucking headache."
"You always have a fucking headache," Frank snaps.
"Fine." Gerard throws the pack of cigarettes onto the bedside table again and flops down on the bed. "Just go for it then. But could you let me know when you've finished?"
So not only do they not have sex that morning, they don't have sex for the next two days, and Frank only offers one-word replies to anything Gerard says.
--
A few days later, Frank is over it. He kisses Gerard's neck as he passes him that night on his way to the stairs, around 2 am, "I'm going to bed," he mumbles and Gerard looks up from his game and smiles so warmly that Frank goes back and kisses him on the mouth. "Night."
"Night," Gerard says.
--
The next morning, he wakes up with a hard-on and a warm Gerard curled up next to him with his mouth on Frank's nipple. Their feet are entangled and Gerard's hair smells a bit, but it doesn't matter; it's still the nicest way to wake up, Frank thinks. He basks in the warmth for a few moments while he strokes himself lazily, then he rolls over so that Gerard's feet fall away from his ankles.
"Malekith," Gerard mutters.
"No," Frank says, "Frank."
Gerard grunts. Frank slides his hand down and touches Gerard's dick lightly, trailing the back of his fingers up across the length. Gerard's grows harder under his touch, but he doesn't really stir, so Frank leans over and kisses him on the mouth. "Hey," he whispers thickly. He knows that Gerard's awake. "Hey, are you awake? Come on, I wanna see you, hey, come on." He wraps his hand around both of their dicks and starts stroking, because he just wants to have sex. "God, babe, you're so hard already."
Gerard doesn't move, as if by lying absolutely still he can make Frank think he's still asleep, or dead.
"Hey," Frank stops stroking them and starts poking Gerard in the shoulder instead. "Hey, Gerard, hey, Gee, babe, hey, ASSHOLE."
Finally, Gerard opens his eyes slightly. Then quickly shuts them again with a grimace. "Ghngh."
"Hi," Frank says. "I want to have sex. You're awake."
Gerard rubs a hand over his face and groans. "I'm not very awake," he says and turns to glance at the clock. "Fuck, Frank."
"Exactly," Frank says. "Now you're getting it."
Gerard mutters something that sounds like "coffee" and moves as if to get up from the bed, but Frank grabs his arm and hauls him back.
"Look, you're pissing me off now. I want this and you're not making any effort. It's not like I'm asking you to give up smoking or coffee or anything. All I want is sex. Why are you being a stubborn bitch about it?"
Gerard raises an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm being a stubborn bitch?"
"Yes," Frank mutters.
"Really?"
"Yes." Frank is still pressing Gerard to the bed, and neither of them is hard anymore, but it's a matter of principle now. "For fuck's sake, I didn't put up this much of a problem when you wanted to try that burglar thing."
Gerard sputters a little, and his face goes red. "That was just...experimentation. Everyone experiments. It wasn't - "
"Whatever. The point is, I went along with it without being all judgmental because it was something you seemed to want, and it's not my fault that it didn't really turn out to be fun."
Gerard bites his lip. "It's a little bit your fault."
"I just don't like being held down. And that was plain weird okay. What I want is normal, just some normal sex, but in the fucking morning when it feels really good."
"Do I have to be fully awake for it?"
"Fuck off."
"Okay, sorry." Gerard sighs. "But why can't we just get up and have sex later when we're both feeling up to it?"
"That's not the same." Frank knows he sounds sulky and childish, but he is. "It's totally not the same once you're up. Morning sex is different, it just is. It's always been the best sex, at least for me, and… it's just something I like and I miss it and I am bringing it up because I think it is important to work on our relationship, you know." He gestures. "It's important stuff."
Gerard studies him for a while, then tips his head and says. "That was clever."
"Yeah?" Frank feels a little hopeful.
"Yeah." Gerard nods. "I kinda have to do it now, don't I? If it's to work on our relationship." He bites his lip. "The thing is, I am just not good in the mornings. I have a few addictions."
"But that's the point of morning sex," Frank explains, "I'm not asking for aerobics. Just to get off, lazy and good."
"Hmm," Gerard says, "No acrobatics?"
"None," Frank promises, "All I want is a very simple orgasm."
"I can do that." Gerard grins sort of lopsided, "Can my dick be in your mouth at the same time?"
Frank rolls his eyes. "Of course. I'm sorry, I almost forgot about your obsession with blowjobs there for a moment."
"I just like 'em."
"I noticed. I'm just a mouth to you, aren't I?"
Gerard reaches out and strokes Frank's side, down over his hip. "I like your eyes too. But I can't put my dick in them."
Frank sputters. "Okay, that's possibly the least sexy talk I've ever heard from you, and that's saying a lot. That's counting the first time we hooked up."
Gerard laughs hoarsely, which dissolves into coughs. The first time they hooked up, Frank had kissed him during a conversation, quite impulsively, and Gerard had been receptive and happy but had also nervously continued the conversation for a while, which had been about abattoirs.
"So are we settled then?" Frank says, hopefully, "Can we fuck in the fucking mornings?"
Gerard's eyes glide down to Frank's mouth and he raises an eyebrow. "You know, technically, we haven't gotten up yet."
Frank snorts. He has talked himself into a deep cigarette craving and he also has to pee and he could really do with a shower; he's feeling a little sticky and cold. "Uh," he says.
"Don't tell me you don't want to now after all that."
"Technically, it's not morning," Frank protests, "We've been up and arguing and you've already given me a headache. It doesn't count."
"Take a Tylenol."
"You take a Tylenol."
"What?"
"I don't know." Frank groans and pushes the covers aside. "I need to piss."
He reflects over sex and romance as he yawns and washes his hands. He would miss having sex in the morning if they never do, and part of him thinks that Gerard should just get over his aversion to mornings in order to please him. But he knows that love isn't simple and maybe it's just one of those things. He'll end up finding new things he loves instead - he has already found a bunch, with Gerard. He knows he's luckier than most. And, to be fair, he wasn't the most co-operative during the whole burglar scenario.
--
The next morning, he wakes up with the smell of freshly brewed coffee teasing his brain awake and Gerard's hand nudging his shoulder insistently.
"I had an idea last night," Gerard's voice is strangely excited and far too perky for this time of the morning, and his breath smells of coffee, and when Frank manages to open his eyes, he sees that Gerard has a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth and that he looks really awake. "I prepared the coffee maker before I went to bed and this morning I just hit the switch. I swear, I haven't been up," He presses close to Frank, as if for show. Ash drops dangerously close to Frank's shoulder. "Only my arm's been out from under the cover, nothing else."
Frank is sleepy and confused as he's pulled over so he's straddling Gerard's lap and Gerard pulls the cover up over them both. It's warm under the sheets and Gerard is really sweaty, and hard, so he's probably telling the truth that he hasn't been out of bed, but Frank groans and pushes his nose into the side of Gerard's throat to make sure.
"Wait," Gerard says. "Okay. Here - " He removes the cigarette from between his lips and wraps one hand around Frank's dick, ashing with the other.
"So your solution is to have breakfast at the same time?" Frank mutters, but he's laughing a little. He's warm and sleepy, relaxed and happy, and really horny.
Yes." Gerard's hand tightens deliciously around his dick, and Frank arches, and mumbles,
"Okay, that's - that's fine." Then reaches out and grabs the coffee from the bedside table. "Here," he says, and tips the cup against Gerard's mouth while Gerard strokes him harder, faster -- oh yes. Frank sits upright on Gerard's lap and the sheets fall off his back.
"Wait, wait!" Gerard grabs the coffee from Frank's hand, spilling some and knocking the ashtray dangerously close to the edge of the bed. Then he starts up with the quick strokes again and it’s so good, almost perfect.
Frank closes his eyes. "A bit faster," he mumbles, "Spit on your hand." He has his head tipped back and it's not that he's usually shy or anything, but it's much easier to ask for things when he's foggy with sleep and unselfconscious and it feels like the bed and the two of them is the only thing that exists in the world.
Gerard raises one eyebrow, but he doesn't say anything, just licks his palm.
"Yeah," Frank mumbles.
Gerard's hand returns, slick with spit, and he asks. "What else? Anything."
Frank looks down on him. "Uh. Maybe…" His hips snap forward. "Just…is your mouth still hot from the coffee? Can I?"
"You can do anything you want," Gerard says.
Frank moves forward and Gerard puts a hand on his hip, steadying him as he fumbles for the cup on the bedside table, and while Frank watches, Gerard takes a deep mouthful of coffee, swallows, then helps Frank line up and push his dick into Gerard's hot mouth. Gerard can't really say much after that, but he doesn't need to.
Frank braces his hands on the wall above them, and he is sweaty and a bit disoriented and he knows it must be uncomfortable and that he should feel guilty, and he probably wouldn't have asked for it if he was fully conscious, but he can't stop. He takes a stuttered breath, mumbles, "I'm sorry, sorry, but you - I - " and a few minutes later, he jerks back and comes on Gerard's face.
"Wow," Gerard says hoarsely, after. "That was really dirty. And fast."
"Mmhmm." Frank slumps down over Gerard's chest and trails his mouth across his skin, not fully coherent yet. "Your turn," he mumbles, "I'll do anything you want," and unsurprisingly Gerard just pushes encouragingly on his head until Frank trails his mouth lower.
"As deep as you can," Gerard says, then bucks up. He coughs on an inhale and some ash falls on the sheets. When Frank glances up, Gerard is holding the cigarette away, over the side of the bed, and his eyes are closed.
Frank loves getting Gerard off like this. He loves that Gerard loves blowjobs, and he loves the sounds Gerard makes, and he loves that all Gerard wants is for Frank to suck him off while he smokes. The best things in life are simple, he thinks. Or cheap. Or free. Something. All of it. Either way, he's in love. It's really hot under the sheets, so he pushes them down and sucks sloppily until Gerard comes in his mouth.
"God," Gerard says, a good while after, and stretches, "Mhm. I feel really good."
"Told you," Frank says. He's lying half on top of him, his nose pressed into the hollow of Gerard's neck.
"We should keep the coffee maker up here," Gerard says thoughtfully. He kisses Frank's shoulder and his fingers slide lazily up and down his back. "Hey, what time is it?"
"We're on vacation," Frank mutters. He slings an arm over Gerard's chest, in case Gerard's thinking about getting up or something equally deranged.
"Yeah, but," Gerard sighs, "I've had, like, a gallon of coffee."
"We'll work out the kinks later," Frank says.
He feels Gerard chuckle as the moment slowly stretches, elongates like a stringy piece of gum, and he gives in to it, feeling himself falling, the feeling spreading from his chest and limbs out to his fingertips and, probably, further, over into Gerard's body, and all he smells is Gerard's skin, all he feels is Gerard's chest moving, and when he wakes up a few hours later, it's with a biggest motherfucking cigarette craving ever.