Touch.
Title: 20 stories. 08/20
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Author: mcrnut
P.O.V: Third
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen.
Summary: Naked boys and a dark room.
A/N: So, I'll be writing 20 of these little ficlets about the life of
Gerard and Frank. Each fic is inspired by these words that I found on a prompt
table online. :)
1. Beginnings 2. Lovers 3. Sensitivity 4. Sunset 5. Red 6. Smell 7. Sound
8.Touch 9. Taste 10. Water 11. Winter 12. Smoke 13. Summer 14. Sexual 15. Rain
16. Death 17. Broken 18. Birthday 19. Dark 20. Silver
Touch.
It's dark in the room. The only illumination is coming from the dim light spilled out by the bedroom lamp in the corner. It's just enough that the lines of Frank are slightly blurry, he almost blends in with the painted walls behind him, but if Gerard blinks, Frank is right there, knees digging into the mattress on each side of his body and his his fingers ghosting over his skin.
He looks down on his own stomach, it stands out a bit more in the dark because he's so pale, but his eyes are following Frank's movements. Frank's got one hand pressed down on his hip, palm warm on his clammy skin, and the other one slowly sliding all over his abdomen, just barely touching, fingers flexed. It sends sparkles up Gerard's spine and he's panting, forcing himself to keep his eyes open so he can watch.
Frank looks concentrated, he glances up a couple of times, smiles carefully when their eyes meet.
"Frank.." Gerard says thickly, because Frank is straddling him, pressing against Gerard's crotch and his touches are so small and slow it's driving him crazy.
"Yeah." Frank whispers and leans down to press a kiss to the center of his chest. He drags his lower lip up to his neck, then bites down.
Gerard gasps and grabs Frank's hair tight between his shaking fingers, bends one knee, and Frank just slides into place between his legs. He fits like he's meant to be there.
"Oh," Gerard says and Frank kisses the side of his face, and he's everywhere, until Gerard can't see anymore, can't think anymore. "Oh," he says again and lets go of Frank's hair so he can dig his fingers into his shoulders, because Frank's started to roll his hips heavily down against him and Gerard can't be held responsible for his actions anymore.
His favorite thing about having sex with Frank is how he always reaches for him before he comes. He usually grits his teeth, searching desperately for Gerard's hand so he can lace their fingers. Sometimes he just kisses him, other times he threads his fingers though his hair, rests his lips against his skin as he breathes noisily. It's like Frank always needs to touch him, and it makes Gerard feel wanted.
This time, Frank slides his arms around him when his back arches off the mattress and holds him close as they shake. Gerard first, then Frank, and Gerard groans as he feels the burn of Frank's nails scraping down his back, along his spine.
But Frank is still eager even though their skin is sticky with come, he's still eager, and he runs his thumbs under Gerard's eyes and kisses him over and over, touches his neck and lets his fingers travel down over ribs as if he was counting them.
Suddenly, the lamp in the corner makes a buzzing noise and dies, and the complete dark scoops them up and closes around them, packing them in.
Frank giggles quietly, touching the soft spot under Gerard's ear with feather like strokes, before their mouths meet again, as easy as a handshake, as familiar as breathing, and almost as important, too.
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Author: mcrnut
P.O.V: Third
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen.
Summary: Naked boys and a dark room.
A/N: So, I'll be writing 20 of these little ficlets about the life of
Gerard and Frank. Each fic is inspired by these words that I found on a prompt
table online. :)
1. Beginnings 2. Lovers 3. Sensitivity 4. Sunset 5. Red 6. Smell 7. Sound
8.Touch 9. Taste 10. Water 11. Winter 12. Smoke 13. Summer 14. Sexual 15. Rain
16. Death 17. Broken 18. Birthday 19. Dark 20. Silver
Touch.
It's dark in the room. The only illumination is coming from the dim light spilled out by the bedroom lamp in the corner. It's just enough that the lines of Frank are slightly blurry, he almost blends in with the painted walls behind him, but if Gerard blinks, Frank is right there, knees digging into the mattress on each side of his body and his his fingers ghosting over his skin.
He looks down on his own stomach, it stands out a bit more in the dark because he's so pale, but his eyes are following Frank's movements. Frank's got one hand pressed down on his hip, palm warm on his clammy skin, and the other one slowly sliding all over his abdomen, just barely touching, fingers flexed. It sends sparkles up Gerard's spine and he's panting, forcing himself to keep his eyes open so he can watch.
Frank looks concentrated, he glances up a couple of times, smiles carefully when their eyes meet.
"Frank.." Gerard says thickly, because Frank is straddling him, pressing against Gerard's crotch and his touches are so small and slow it's driving him crazy.
"Yeah." Frank whispers and leans down to press a kiss to the center of his chest. He drags his lower lip up to his neck, then bites down.
Gerard gasps and grabs Frank's hair tight between his shaking fingers, bends one knee, and Frank just slides into place between his legs. He fits like he's meant to be there.
"Oh," Gerard says and Frank kisses the side of his face, and he's everywhere, until Gerard can't see anymore, can't think anymore. "Oh," he says again and lets go of Frank's hair so he can dig his fingers into his shoulders, because Frank's started to roll his hips heavily down against him and Gerard can't be held responsible for his actions anymore.
His favorite thing about having sex with Frank is how he always reaches for him before he comes. He usually grits his teeth, searching desperately for Gerard's hand so he can lace their fingers. Sometimes he just kisses him, other times he threads his fingers though his hair, rests his lips against his skin as he breathes noisily. It's like Frank always needs to touch him, and it makes Gerard feel wanted.
This time, Frank slides his arms around him when his back arches off the mattress and holds him close as they shake. Gerard first, then Frank, and Gerard groans as he feels the burn of Frank's nails scraping down his back, along his spine.
But Frank is still eager even though their skin is sticky with come, he's still eager, and he runs his thumbs under Gerard's eyes and kisses him over and over, touches his neck and lets his fingers travel down over ribs as if he was counting them.
Suddenly, the lamp in the corner makes a buzzing noise and dies, and the complete dark scoops them up and closes around them, packing them in.
Frank giggles quietly, touching the soft spot under Gerard's ear with feather like strokes, before their mouths meet again, as easy as a handshake, as familiar as breathing, and almost as important, too.