ficcish
just messing around with a little always-been-a-girl gerard and frank. idk, it’s not much of anything, really.
the thing frank really likes about gee is that eventually she’s comfortable enough with him to just ask for what she wants without all the hinting and eyebrow-raising and blushing his previous girlfriends had pulled on him. if she wants him to stop teasing and go down on her, she’ll kiss him, hot and open and messy, and tug on his hair until he’s on his knees for her and just the tilt of her hips has him hard in his jeans. if she wants him to fuck her quick and dirty, she’ll unbutton and unzip him, rolling the condom onto him with sure fingers before straddling his lap and taking what she wants, biting his shoulder as she comes and laughing unsteadily into his ear when he follows. she doesn’t tell him no and she doesn’t hesitate to try new things and frank doesn’t think she tells her friends every detail, and he likes that, likes that it’s something just for them, and he’s happy.
frank likes bringing gee coffee at work and the smile she gives him when he curls her hands deliberately around the sleeve of the paper cup. he likes to watch her draw and the intensity of her concentration. he likes it when they cook dinner together at his apartment when he’s home, and even though he doesn’t like leaving, he likes calling her from the road late at night, his voice utterly fucked from a good show, and the ache of missing her is lessened as she talks him to sleep. he likes doing the crossword with her and the smell of her on his clothes, fresh and smoky and spicy all at once. he likes dark, sweaty clubs on a friday night and the sleepy sex that follows on a saturday morning as he murmurs gee and babe and please while he fucks her slow and lazy, spooned up behind her in his bed.
frank likes a lot of things about gee, but he hasn’t told her that he loves her. he does, though, and he thinks she loves him, and he will tell her-soon. for now, though, frank just wants to keep the secret a little bit longer.
the thing frank really likes about gee is that eventually she’s comfortable enough with him to just ask for what she wants without all the hinting and eyebrow-raising and blushing his previous girlfriends had pulled on him. if she wants him to stop teasing and go down on her, she’ll kiss him, hot and open and messy, and tug on his hair until he’s on his knees for her and just the tilt of her hips has him hard in his jeans. if she wants him to fuck her quick and dirty, she’ll unbutton and unzip him, rolling the condom onto him with sure fingers before straddling his lap and taking what she wants, biting his shoulder as she comes and laughing unsteadily into his ear when he follows. she doesn’t tell him no and she doesn’t hesitate to try new things and frank doesn’t think she tells her friends every detail, and he likes that, likes that it’s something just for them, and he’s happy.
frank likes bringing gee coffee at work and the smile she gives him when he curls her hands deliberately around the sleeve of the paper cup. he likes to watch her draw and the intensity of her concentration. he likes it when they cook dinner together at his apartment when he’s home, and even though he doesn’t like leaving, he likes calling her from the road late at night, his voice utterly fucked from a good show, and the ache of missing her is lessened as she talks him to sleep. he likes doing the crossword with her and the smell of her on his clothes, fresh and smoky and spicy all at once. he likes dark, sweaty clubs on a friday night and the sleepy sex that follows on a saturday morning as he murmurs gee and babe and please while he fucks her slow and lazy, spooned up behind her in his bed.
frank likes a lot of things about gee, but he hasn’t told her that he loves her. he does, though, and he thinks she loves him, and he will tell her-soon. for now, though, frank just wants to keep the secret a little bit longer.