Enemies with Benefits {Standalone}
Title: Enemies with Benefits {Standalone}
Summary: How can a fistfight be romantic?
Author: mea… mamoo13
Pairing: Frank/ Gerard
Rating: NC17
POV: 3rd
Disclaimer: Genuine Fake. If you or one of your friends goes by the name of Frank Iero or Gerard Way, turn back now.
Author's Notes: An ‘I’m Not Okay’ AU. Written off of the ideas and intense prompting of rawrmouthwash, randommouthwash, and vamptic_viv
Warnings: Sex.
“Manwhore!” Gerard yelled from within his circle of friends to a shorter boy standing in the middle of another group. Bert started laughing next to him, and Mikey rolled his eyes, but the other boy didn’t respond. Gerard stepped closer to the other group, and grinned evilly back at Bert, who stopped giggling for a moment. “Manwhore!!” He repeated louder, and the boy’s head whipped in his direction. Bert’s high laugher began again.
The boy took three surprisingly long strides forward until he was face to face with Gerard. “What did you call me?” he asked, glaring up at him.
“Nothing, Frank,” Gerard sneered.
“No, it wasn’t 'nothing'. What did you call me, faggot?”
“I called you a manwhore, manwhore,” Gerard said smugly.
“What the fuck?” Frank asked, pushing Gerard.
“Don’t touch me, you whore!” Gerard whined indignantly.
“Fuck you!”
“I’d rather you not. I don’t know where that thing’s been,” he gestured to the other’s crotch.
Frank punched him, hard, in the face, and he fall to the ground, clutching his nose.
“You little-” Gerard growled, rising again, and striking at Frank, hitting him in the chest. Frank was instantly winded, but moved to hit Gerard again, when his hand was caught in midair. Both groups fell silent.
He looked up to see a very angry looking Sister Anna Maria, holding his fist three inches from Gerard’s left eye.
Both boys watched in terror as she dropped Frank’s fist back at this side.
“Frank Iero and Gerard Way,” she said in a quiet voice, looking between the two of them. “I would have expected better behavior from you two.” Her voice showed no emotion. “Office, both of you,” she ordered, pointing in that direction.
The boys obeyed, hanging their heads as they walked down the hall, shoulders almost touching.
Once they turned a corner, and were away from the scrutinizing eyes of Sister Anna Maria, Frank turned to Gerard, and pinned him against the wall. Gerard grunted as he hit the wall, and struggled against his restraint.
“Let me go, whore,” Gerard grumbled, pulling uselessly at Frank’s surprisingly strong arms.
“This is all your fault!” Frank accused, glaring at Gerard.
“What?! Fuck no, it isn’t. You threw the first punch.”
“Yes, but you were taunting me.”
“I was taunting you? What are you, four?”
“And what is calling me names? ‘The behavior of model citizens’?” Frank shot back, rolling his eyes. “You’re an ass.” He let go of Gerard’s shoulders and began to walk away.
Gerard stayed against the wall. “Hypocrite,” he said plainly.
Frank stopped and turned. “What?”
The taller boy started to walk toward him. “You just got pissy because I called you names, and then called me an ass.” He poked Frank in the chest as he reached him. “Hypocrite.”
“Fuck off,” Frank started to walk away.
“What if I don’t want to?” Gerard asked with a smirk, following him.
“Fine. But at least shut up.”
“No.”
“Fuck you.”
“Didn’t we already go over this? I don’t know where… that… has been.” He pointedly glanced at Frank’s crotch.
“You fucking asshole!” Frank growled angrily, pushing Gerard against the wall again. His head hit the wall and he grimaced in pain.
“Ow, fuck. How many times are you gonna do that?”
“As many times as it takes for you to realize that I’m not a fucking whore!”
Gerard grinned. “Oh, so you only do oral work? In that case…”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“Nooo…”
Frank punched him again, this time in the arm, and tried walking away again, before Gerard pulled him back and delivered an equal punch to his arm.
They continued hitting each other, uninterrupted by any nuns, until they were both bruised and bleeding. Frank was pinned to the ground with Gerard’s knee on his chest holding him down, still hitting with increasing force.
Suddenly the punches stopped and Gerard’s lips had connected with Franks in what was becoming an extremely passionate kiss.
Gerard moved his leg so he was straddling the shorter boy’s chest as Frank latched onto his lip with his teeth, grinding them slightly, creating a bruise and pulling a moan from the other’s mouth.
Frank rolled them both so he was on top of Gerard, and began to try pulling the boy’s blazer off.
“Ah-” Gerard grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Let’s continue this elsewhere,” he purred, nudging Frank to get off him. Frank hesitated, but rolled off, and stood up. He stretched out his hand to Gerard, to help him up.
Once standing, Gerard pulled Frank in the direction of the dorms. He checked around a corner, before turning and hurrying down the hall.
“Wait,” Frank said, glancing behind him as they sped along. “The boy’s dormitories are the other way.”
Gerard grinned back at him, and kept going.
The girls’ dormitories were deserted- completely deserted.
Gerard stopped, dropping Frank’s hand, and looked around for a minute, before cautiously opening one of the doors. He peeked inside. Frank heard a high-pitched “Hiiiiii, Gerrrardd!!” Followed by a giggle, and Gerard backed quickly out of the room, blushing.
He tried another room, doing the same as before, only this time, no one said anything. He disappeared into the room.
When he didn’t come out for a few minutes, Frank pushed open the door to investigate. He still didn’t see Gerard. He was about to call out to him when he was pulled the rest of the way into the room by his tie, and his lips were smashed against Gerard’s.
He vaguely registered the door closing as Gerard backed them up to the bed, removing Frank’s shirt and unbuttoning his trousers as he did.
The two collapsed on the bed tangled together, moaning as the sudden motion caused their erections to grind together.
Their clothes were gone moments later, torn from their bodies to reach bare skin as soon as possible. As soon as every piece of clothing had been removed, Gerard quickly bound the shorter boy’s wrists with his tie. He began to explore the exposed skin beneath him with his mouth, sucking and biting at it all the way down his stomach. He stopped at Frank’s bellybutton, dipping his tongue sinfully into it. Frank moaned loudly.
Gerard continued to move down, and stopped, this time at Frank’s extremely hard cock. Without warning, he took Frank’s length into his mouth, covering it liberally in saliva. He pulled off a moment later, leaving Frank a writhing, groaning mess. He pulled anxiously at the tie, which still kept him bound to the bed.
Gerard lay down on the bed next to Frank, making sure he was in plain view, as he began to prepare himself. Frank whimpered, stretching his fingers toward him as if that would help
Gerard let out a low groan as he brushed his own prostate with a finger, only making the restrained Frank struggle harder.
Suddenly, Gerard withdrew his fingers from within himself, and moved so he was on his hands and knees over Frank. He leaned down, catching the boy’s lips, kissing him sloppily, and he sat himself on Frank’s dick.
Frank let out a rough cry into Gerard’s mouth as his length was engulfed by the intense heat.
Gerard began to move almost immediately, riding the other’s cock, rubbing his hands up and down his sides and sucking on his neck. All the simultaneous pleasure had Frank writhing and groaning more than before.
He bucked up into Gerard as he moved, creating even more friction, and connecting with the boy’s prostate, making him yell out loudly. He hit that spot dead on again, and Gerard saw white stars as he came hard onto Frank’s stomach. He tightened around Frank as he was over come, pulling the other into his own orgasm.
Gerard reached up to release Frank’s hands before collapsing next to him and wrapping his arms around him. Frank mumbled incoherently to him, and nuzzled into the taller boy’s neck.
~*~
Hours later, Gerard woke up, momentarily unsure of where he was, and then he was in a sudden panic because Frank had disappeared. He sat up on his elbows and looked around the small room, taking in an overabundance of pink on the walls. He shook his head, remembering that he was in some random girl’s dorm instead of his own.
“Frank?” he called out cautiously.
There was no response, only a muffled squeal and a loud ‘thump’, before frank popped out of the closet- in a skirt.
Gerard snorted involuntarily as Frank tripped over a sweater, and then stood before him, tightening his tie and straightening the skirt.
Gerard stood and crossed the room, taking in the entirety of Frank’s outfit with a slight moan as he did. He kissed the boy passionately, running his hands up and down his sides, and slowly up the skirt.
“Fuck me, “Frank whimpered quietly as he pulled away.
“Well, looks like we’ve come a long way from ‘fuck you’…” Gerard said with a grin, bushing the boy on the bed and straddling him.
“So… Friends?” Frank asked between light gasps from the bites Gerard was administering to his neck.
Gerard pulled away. “Nah… Enemies with benefits…” He said, attacking his neck again.
Summary: How can a fistfight be romantic?
Author: mea… mamoo13
Pairing: Frank/ Gerard
Rating: NC17
POV: 3rd
Disclaimer: Genuine Fake. If you or one of your friends goes by the name of Frank Iero or Gerard Way, turn back now.
Author's Notes: An ‘I’m Not Okay’ AU. Written off of the ideas and intense prompting of rawrmouthwash, randommouthwash, and vamptic_viv
Warnings: Sex.
“Manwhore!” Gerard yelled from within his circle of friends to a shorter boy standing in the middle of another group. Bert started laughing next to him, and Mikey rolled his eyes, but the other boy didn’t respond. Gerard stepped closer to the other group, and grinned evilly back at Bert, who stopped giggling for a moment. “Manwhore!!” He repeated louder, and the boy’s head whipped in his direction. Bert’s high laugher began again.
The boy took three surprisingly long strides forward until he was face to face with Gerard. “What did you call me?” he asked, glaring up at him.
“Nothing, Frank,” Gerard sneered.
“No, it wasn’t 'nothing'. What did you call me, faggot?”
“I called you a manwhore, manwhore,” Gerard said smugly.
“What the fuck?” Frank asked, pushing Gerard.
“Don’t touch me, you whore!” Gerard whined indignantly.
“Fuck you!”
“I’d rather you not. I don’t know where that thing’s been,” he gestured to the other’s crotch.
Frank punched him, hard, in the face, and he fall to the ground, clutching his nose.
“You little-” Gerard growled, rising again, and striking at Frank, hitting him in the chest. Frank was instantly winded, but moved to hit Gerard again, when his hand was caught in midair. Both groups fell silent.
He looked up to see a very angry looking Sister Anna Maria, holding his fist three inches from Gerard’s left eye.
Both boys watched in terror as she dropped Frank’s fist back at this side.
“Frank Iero and Gerard Way,” she said in a quiet voice, looking between the two of them. “I would have expected better behavior from you two.” Her voice showed no emotion. “Office, both of you,” she ordered, pointing in that direction.
The boys obeyed, hanging their heads as they walked down the hall, shoulders almost touching.
Once they turned a corner, and were away from the scrutinizing eyes of Sister Anna Maria, Frank turned to Gerard, and pinned him against the wall. Gerard grunted as he hit the wall, and struggled against his restraint.
“Let me go, whore,” Gerard grumbled, pulling uselessly at Frank’s surprisingly strong arms.
“This is all your fault!” Frank accused, glaring at Gerard.
“What?! Fuck no, it isn’t. You threw the first punch.”
“Yes, but you were taunting me.”
“I was taunting you? What are you, four?”
“And what is calling me names? ‘The behavior of model citizens’?” Frank shot back, rolling his eyes. “You’re an ass.” He let go of Gerard’s shoulders and began to walk away.
Gerard stayed against the wall. “Hypocrite,” he said plainly.
Frank stopped and turned. “What?”
The taller boy started to walk toward him. “You just got pissy because I called you names, and then called me an ass.” He poked Frank in the chest as he reached him. “Hypocrite.”
“Fuck off,” Frank started to walk away.
“What if I don’t want to?” Gerard asked with a smirk, following him.
“Fine. But at least shut up.”
“No.”
“Fuck you.”
“Didn’t we already go over this? I don’t know where… that… has been.” He pointedly glanced at Frank’s crotch.
“You fucking asshole!” Frank growled angrily, pushing Gerard against the wall again. His head hit the wall and he grimaced in pain.
“Ow, fuck. How many times are you gonna do that?”
“As many times as it takes for you to realize that I’m not a fucking whore!”
Gerard grinned. “Oh, so you only do oral work? In that case…”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“Nooo…”
Frank punched him again, this time in the arm, and tried walking away again, before Gerard pulled him back and delivered an equal punch to his arm.
They continued hitting each other, uninterrupted by any nuns, until they were both bruised and bleeding. Frank was pinned to the ground with Gerard’s knee on his chest holding him down, still hitting with increasing force.
Suddenly the punches stopped and Gerard’s lips had connected with Franks in what was becoming an extremely passionate kiss.
Gerard moved his leg so he was straddling the shorter boy’s chest as Frank latched onto his lip with his teeth, grinding them slightly, creating a bruise and pulling a moan from the other’s mouth.
Frank rolled them both so he was on top of Gerard, and began to try pulling the boy’s blazer off.
“Ah-” Gerard grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Let’s continue this elsewhere,” he purred, nudging Frank to get off him. Frank hesitated, but rolled off, and stood up. He stretched out his hand to Gerard, to help him up.
Once standing, Gerard pulled Frank in the direction of the dorms. He checked around a corner, before turning and hurrying down the hall.
“Wait,” Frank said, glancing behind him as they sped along. “The boy’s dormitories are the other way.”
Gerard grinned back at him, and kept going.
The girls’ dormitories were deserted- completely deserted.
Gerard stopped, dropping Frank’s hand, and looked around for a minute, before cautiously opening one of the doors. He peeked inside. Frank heard a high-pitched “Hiiiiii, Gerrrardd!!” Followed by a giggle, and Gerard backed quickly out of the room, blushing.
He tried another room, doing the same as before, only this time, no one said anything. He disappeared into the room.
When he didn’t come out for a few minutes, Frank pushed open the door to investigate. He still didn’t see Gerard. He was about to call out to him when he was pulled the rest of the way into the room by his tie, and his lips were smashed against Gerard’s.
He vaguely registered the door closing as Gerard backed them up to the bed, removing Frank’s shirt and unbuttoning his trousers as he did.
The two collapsed on the bed tangled together, moaning as the sudden motion caused their erections to grind together.
Their clothes were gone moments later, torn from their bodies to reach bare skin as soon as possible. As soon as every piece of clothing had been removed, Gerard quickly bound the shorter boy’s wrists with his tie. He began to explore the exposed skin beneath him with his mouth, sucking and biting at it all the way down his stomach. He stopped at Frank’s bellybutton, dipping his tongue sinfully into it. Frank moaned loudly.
Gerard continued to move down, and stopped, this time at Frank’s extremely hard cock. Without warning, he took Frank’s length into his mouth, covering it liberally in saliva. He pulled off a moment later, leaving Frank a writhing, groaning mess. He pulled anxiously at the tie, which still kept him bound to the bed.
Gerard lay down on the bed next to Frank, making sure he was in plain view, as he began to prepare himself. Frank whimpered, stretching his fingers toward him as if that would help
Gerard let out a low groan as he brushed his own prostate with a finger, only making the restrained Frank struggle harder.
Suddenly, Gerard withdrew his fingers from within himself, and moved so he was on his hands and knees over Frank. He leaned down, catching the boy’s lips, kissing him sloppily, and he sat himself on Frank’s dick.
Frank let out a rough cry into Gerard’s mouth as his length was engulfed by the intense heat.
Gerard began to move almost immediately, riding the other’s cock, rubbing his hands up and down his sides and sucking on his neck. All the simultaneous pleasure had Frank writhing and groaning more than before.
He bucked up into Gerard as he moved, creating even more friction, and connecting with the boy’s prostate, making him yell out loudly. He hit that spot dead on again, and Gerard saw white stars as he came hard onto Frank’s stomach. He tightened around Frank as he was over come, pulling the other into his own orgasm.
Gerard reached up to release Frank’s hands before collapsing next to him and wrapping his arms around him. Frank mumbled incoherently to him, and nuzzled into the taller boy’s neck.
~*~
Hours later, Gerard woke up, momentarily unsure of where he was, and then he was in a sudden panic because Frank had disappeared. He sat up on his elbows and looked around the small room, taking in an overabundance of pink on the walls. He shook his head, remembering that he was in some random girl’s dorm instead of his own.
“Frank?” he called out cautiously.
There was no response, only a muffled squeal and a loud ‘thump’, before frank popped out of the closet- in a skirt.
Gerard snorted involuntarily as Frank tripped over a sweater, and then stood before him, tightening his tie and straightening the skirt.
Gerard stood and crossed the room, taking in the entirety of Frank’s outfit with a slight moan as he did. He kissed the boy passionately, running his hands up and down his sides, and slowly up the skirt.
“Fuck me, “Frank whimpered quietly as he pulled away.
“Well, looks like we’ve come a long way from ‘fuck you’…” Gerard said with a grin, bushing the boy on the bed and straddling him.
“So… Friends?” Frank asked between light gasps from the bites Gerard was administering to his neck.
Gerard pulled away. “Nah… Enemies with benefits…” He said, attacking his neck again.