Hey, Your Brother ~ Frank/Gerard
Title: Hey, Your Brother…
Author : slashxyouxup
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC17
Summary: Grinning, Frank bites at Gerard’s bottom lip before licking his way in to Gerard’s mouth for a sloppy, wet kiss. “I think we should have some lazy sex now.”
Warnings: language. Blow jobs.
Disclaimer: Writers lie - just like your parents.
This is a sort of alternative/sequel type thing to Hey You.
“Dude,” says Frank as he closes the hotel room door. “I think your brother’s getting laid.”
From where he’s lay on the bed, Gerard squirms and frowns. “Fuck - Frank. I don’t want to know about that.” Frank laughs and kicks his shoes off under the desk and chair. “The less I know about my brother’s sex life - the better.”
Smirking, Frank drops on to the bed and crawls up Gerard’s body. “I think the less pants you have on the better.”
“What?” Gerard snorts. “That doesn’t even make any sense…” Frank bobs his eyebrows and slides a hand down in to Gerard’s sweat pants, grabbing his warm dick.
“How about that? Am I making sense now?” he asks, all smug and smirking as Gerard’s eyes snap shut and he moans softly.
“Frankie,” he breathes quickly, his hips rising off the worn sheets of the hotel bed. Frank squeezes Gerard’s cock again before letting go. Gerard whimpers and chases Frank’s touch. “C’mon, Frankie,” he whines. “You can’t start shit like that and then stop.”
Grinning, Frank bites at Gerard’s bottom lip before licking his way in to Gerard’s mouth for a sloppy, wet kiss. “I think we should have some lazy sex now,” he mumbles against Gerard’s tongue. Gerard hums. “I also think you should undress me.”
Gerard laughs before running his hands up under Frank’s t-shirt, tickling his skin and then pulling it off completely. Frank shudders as the cold air hits his skin before going for Gerard’s sweats with eager hands. Gerard helps by shaking them off the rest of the way, desperate for more skin on skin contact.
“Yeah,” Gerard sighs when Frank settles back on top of him, now fully naked, skin warm and wet with post show sweat.
“That’s the stuff,” says Frank as he grins in to Gerard’s neck, sliding a thigh between Gerard’s legs. Gerard gasps and arches up, shoving a hand between their bodies when he comes back down. He grabs Frank’s dick and quickly flicks his wrist a little. Frank makes an incoherent noise and grinds down. “Fuck, yeah,” he whispers, snapping his hips.
“I wanna blow you,” Gerard says, his lips sliding over Frank’s cheek.
“Mmm…” replies Frank, because he’s definitely down with that. It’s been a long week and an even longer day, his back hurts and joints crack if he moves too quickly and he is so on board with getting a blow job right now it’s ridiculous.
When Gerard envelopes Frank’s dick in his tight, wet mouth, Frank thinks he might possibly die this way - completely blissed out. He groans and rolls his head to the side, resisting the urge to buck up in to the warmth. He runs his fingers through Gerard’s hair and tugs a little.
Gerard sucks and hums and hollows his cheeks as he pins Frank’s hips to the bed with his hands. His tongue flicks and flutters until Frank grabs Gerard’s head with both hands and snaps his hips free of Gerard’s grasp.
When Gerard tongues the slit, Frank can’t help but gasp and come. He moans out Gerard’s name like it’s the filthiest word in the world and it makes Gerard shudder as the taste of salt and sweat explodes bitterly on his tongue.
Frank’s still panting when Gerard snakes his way back up his boyfriend’s body, kissing random patches of skin as he goes. Frank twitches sensitively beneath Gerard’s lips, giggling a little until Gerard settles next to him. “Still got it,” Gerard says after a moment.
“You’re such a loser,” Frank snorts. “But yeah, you do,” he adds before grinning and wiggling his eyebrows. Gerard licks his lips as Frank rolls sleepily on to his side, facing away from Gerard. “Come here,” he whispers, peeking over his shoulder with a sly smile. Gerard scoots closer, sliding his arm around Frank’s middle.
As Frank presses his ass firmly against Gerard’s hard dick, Gerard almost loses sight for a moment, moaning and cursing and holding Frank closer. Frank starts to thrust back steadily and Gerard quickly gets the idea. He squeezes a hand on to Frank’s hips and moves against Frank’s slick body, using sweat and pre-come to help him slide easily against Frank’s burning skin.
“Oh, god,” Gerard says just as he’s about to come and drops his head on to Frank’s shoulder. “Frankie, Frankie…” he stops moving completely when he comes, just stays pressed against Frank’s body until he’s empty and twitchy.
Gerard collapses, half draped across Frank’s body, with a deflating sigh.
“Mmm…” says Frank. “We should shower.”
Gerard closes his eyes and sniffs. “Sleep now. Shower later.”
Frank rubs his face against the pillow, ignoring the warm liquid that’s seeping between them. “Kay. You better mean it thought.”
Gerard yawns and kisses Frank’s shoulder. “Of course. You seen that thing? It’s fucking walk in, man.”
Author : slashxyouxup
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC17
Summary: Grinning, Frank bites at Gerard’s bottom lip before licking his way in to Gerard’s mouth for a sloppy, wet kiss. “I think we should have some lazy sex now.”
Warnings: language. Blow jobs.
Disclaimer: Writers lie - just like your parents.
This is a sort of alternative/sequel type thing to Hey You.
“Dude,” says Frank as he closes the hotel room door. “I think your brother’s getting laid.”
From where he’s lay on the bed, Gerard squirms and frowns. “Fuck - Frank. I don’t want to know about that.” Frank laughs and kicks his shoes off under the desk and chair. “The less I know about my brother’s sex life - the better.”
Smirking, Frank drops on to the bed and crawls up Gerard’s body. “I think the less pants you have on the better.”
“What?” Gerard snorts. “That doesn’t even make any sense…” Frank bobs his eyebrows and slides a hand down in to Gerard’s sweat pants, grabbing his warm dick.
“How about that? Am I making sense now?” he asks, all smug and smirking as Gerard’s eyes snap shut and he moans softly.
“Frankie,” he breathes quickly, his hips rising off the worn sheets of the hotel bed. Frank squeezes Gerard’s cock again before letting go. Gerard whimpers and chases Frank’s touch. “C’mon, Frankie,” he whines. “You can’t start shit like that and then stop.”
Grinning, Frank bites at Gerard’s bottom lip before licking his way in to Gerard’s mouth for a sloppy, wet kiss. “I think we should have some lazy sex now,” he mumbles against Gerard’s tongue. Gerard hums. “I also think you should undress me.”
Gerard laughs before running his hands up under Frank’s t-shirt, tickling his skin and then pulling it off completely. Frank shudders as the cold air hits his skin before going for Gerard’s sweats with eager hands. Gerard helps by shaking them off the rest of the way, desperate for more skin on skin contact.
“Yeah,” Gerard sighs when Frank settles back on top of him, now fully naked, skin warm and wet with post show sweat.
“That’s the stuff,” says Frank as he grins in to Gerard’s neck, sliding a thigh between Gerard’s legs. Gerard gasps and arches up, shoving a hand between their bodies when he comes back down. He grabs Frank’s dick and quickly flicks his wrist a little. Frank makes an incoherent noise and grinds down. “Fuck, yeah,” he whispers, snapping his hips.
“I wanna blow you,” Gerard says, his lips sliding over Frank’s cheek.
“Mmm…” replies Frank, because he’s definitely down with that. It’s been a long week and an even longer day, his back hurts and joints crack if he moves too quickly and he is so on board with getting a blow job right now it’s ridiculous.
When Gerard envelopes Frank’s dick in his tight, wet mouth, Frank thinks he might possibly die this way - completely blissed out. He groans and rolls his head to the side, resisting the urge to buck up in to the warmth. He runs his fingers through Gerard’s hair and tugs a little.
Gerard sucks and hums and hollows his cheeks as he pins Frank’s hips to the bed with his hands. His tongue flicks and flutters until Frank grabs Gerard’s head with both hands and snaps his hips free of Gerard’s grasp.
When Gerard tongues the slit, Frank can’t help but gasp and come. He moans out Gerard’s name like it’s the filthiest word in the world and it makes Gerard shudder as the taste of salt and sweat explodes bitterly on his tongue.
Frank’s still panting when Gerard snakes his way back up his boyfriend’s body, kissing random patches of skin as he goes. Frank twitches sensitively beneath Gerard’s lips, giggling a little until Gerard settles next to him. “Still got it,” Gerard says after a moment.
“You’re such a loser,” Frank snorts. “But yeah, you do,” he adds before grinning and wiggling his eyebrows. Gerard licks his lips as Frank rolls sleepily on to his side, facing away from Gerard. “Come here,” he whispers, peeking over his shoulder with a sly smile. Gerard scoots closer, sliding his arm around Frank’s middle.
As Frank presses his ass firmly against Gerard’s hard dick, Gerard almost loses sight for a moment, moaning and cursing and holding Frank closer. Frank starts to thrust back steadily and Gerard quickly gets the idea. He squeezes a hand on to Frank’s hips and moves against Frank’s slick body, using sweat and pre-come to help him slide easily against Frank’s burning skin.
“Oh, god,” Gerard says just as he’s about to come and drops his head on to Frank’s shoulder. “Frankie, Frankie…” he stops moving completely when he comes, just stays pressed against Frank’s body until he’s empty and twitchy.
Gerard collapses, half draped across Frank’s body, with a deflating sigh.
“Mmm…” says Frank. “We should shower.”
Gerard closes his eyes and sniffs. “Sleep now. Shower later.”
Frank rubs his face against the pillow, ignoring the warm liquid that’s seeping between them. “Kay. You better mean it thought.”
Gerard yawns and kisses Frank’s shoulder. “Of course. You seen that thing? It’s fucking walk in, man.”