Taste.
Title: 20 stories. 09/20
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Author: mcrnut
P.O.V: Third
Rating: Like, super light R?
Disclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen.
Summary: Sometimes people fight .
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
Taste.
Gerard closes his eyes hard when their bodies crash together and drags in the safe, familiar scent of Frank. He touches the soft hair at the back of his neck and sighs with his whole body.
"I'm sorry. Don't go." He says, and he feels Frank's smile against the side of his face.
It's later when Gerard digs his nails deep into Frank's thighs and breathes damp air over the slick skin of his hip. He smiles and rests his mouth on his salty hip bone, humming when Frank makes a low, appreciative noise.
"I'm sorry about the records." He says.
Frank's breathing halts when Gerard skims a hand carefully over his stomach. "I'm sorry about the sketch book." He replies airily.
"I know -- Yeah," and then Gerard can't speak because Frank pulls him up and fits their mouths together softly, tracing patterns against the side of his neck and down along his spine, then flattens his palm against the small of his back, pressing him closer. Gerard bites down on Frank's warm shoulder, then runs his tongue over the teeth marks. He feels like he's a little too heavy to be lying on top of him, but Frank's breathing is even and his arms are strong and secure around his body.
"I'll unpack my things." He says with a smile, and Gerard kisses it carefully.
"They're not in the suitcases anymore." He looks over at their open bedroom window, a blush tinting his cheeks. The curtains wave at them peacefully. "They're on the sidewalk."
When he looks up at Frank again, he can't help laugh at the look of complete shock written across his face.
"You threw my shit out the window?" He asks disbelievingly.
"Yeah." Gerard says, stroking one finger delicately down the bridge of Frank's nose. "Sorry about that, too."
"I feel like I'm in a really desperate romantic comedy." Frank whines, "And we should probably go get my clothes." He sounds slightly dazed because Gerard is kissing his way down Frank's body, thumbs pressed to the insides of his thighs.
"Make up sex first." He says between mouthfuls of skin.
"It's all gonna get stolen." Frank complains, but he's got his fingers in Gerard's hair already. "And you're gonna have to get me new ones."
"Tight pants." Gerard says, nuzzling the softness of Frank's belly. "Really tight ones. I'll get you that."
Frank grins, running his hands though Gerard's hair, then tugs slightly. "Okay."
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A/N2: I'm sorry, this one really sucks and I haven't posted in forever, but
the next one will be up soon!
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Author: mcrnut
P.O.V: Third
Rating: Like, super light R?
Disclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen.
Summary: Sometimes people fight .
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
Taste.
Gerard closes his eyes hard when their bodies crash together and drags in the safe, familiar scent of Frank. He touches the soft hair at the back of his neck and sighs with his whole body.
"I'm sorry. Don't go." He says, and he feels Frank's smile against the side of his face.
It's later when Gerard digs his nails deep into Frank's thighs and breathes damp air over the slick skin of his hip. He smiles and rests his mouth on his salty hip bone, humming when Frank makes a low, appreciative noise.
"I'm sorry about the records." He says.
Frank's breathing halts when Gerard skims a hand carefully over his stomach. "I'm sorry about the sketch book." He replies airily.
"I know -- Yeah," and then Gerard can't speak because Frank pulls him up and fits their mouths together softly, tracing patterns against the side of his neck and down along his spine, then flattens his palm against the small of his back, pressing him closer. Gerard bites down on Frank's warm shoulder, then runs his tongue over the teeth marks. He feels like he's a little too heavy to be lying on top of him, but Frank's breathing is even and his arms are strong and secure around his body.
"I'll unpack my things." He says with a smile, and Gerard kisses it carefully.
"They're not in the suitcases anymore." He looks over at their open bedroom window, a blush tinting his cheeks. The curtains wave at them peacefully. "They're on the sidewalk."
When he looks up at Frank again, he can't help laugh at the look of complete shock written across his face.
"You threw my shit out the window?" He asks disbelievingly.
"Yeah." Gerard says, stroking one finger delicately down the bridge of Frank's nose. "Sorry about that, too."
"I feel like I'm in a really desperate romantic comedy." Frank whines, "And we should probably go get my clothes." He sounds slightly dazed because Gerard is kissing his way down Frank's body, thumbs pressed to the insides of his thighs.
"Make up sex first." He says between mouthfuls of skin.
"It's all gonna get stolen." Frank complains, but he's got his fingers in Gerard's hair already. "And you're gonna have to get me new ones."
"Tight pants." Gerard says, nuzzling the softness of Frank's belly. "Really tight ones. I'll get you that."
Frank grins, running his hands though Gerard's hair, then tugs slightly. "Okay."
***
A/N2: I'm sorry, this one really sucks and I haven't posted in forever, but
the next one will be up soon!