(FIC:) 24 Frames Per Second: How (not) to be Friends - Part 3
Title: 24 Frames Per Second: How (not) to be Friends
Author: lea_ndra
Band: My Chemical Romance
Pairings: Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Alicia
Word Count: 24.500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, apart from how this is total fluff, suitable for Christmas. Oh, I should probably warn for the mangling of one of the most beloved Christmas songs of all times.
Disclaimer: Obviously, this is all fiction.
Thanks: To my betas eldaileana and rubytuesday5681, who did an awesome job and really helped make this fic so much better!! And to my lovely wife raina_at, whom I’m just as ridiculously in love with as this Gerard is with Frank, for all her suggestions and all the hours of listening to me.
Summary: This is a sequel to 24 Frames Per Second: The Belleville Fright Night Experiment of 1984 and it picks up 9 years later: It's 1993 and Gerard runs into Frank at the movie theater - where else? - after Frank returns from his 4-year stint in Seattle. While everybody around Gerard turns out to be a traitor siding with the enemy, Gerard himself wants nothing more desperately than Frank back...
Features a pug puppy, a nasty fight, a near-car accident and a little baby-girl called "AnnieWay".
Chapter 3
Gerard took one last drag of his cigarette and then stepped forward, moving around Frank's body to extinguish it in the ashtray as well. Frank didn't attempt to step aside and when Gerard wanted to move back again, Frank's fingers closed around his forearm like they had done earlier tonight. He would have fucking bruises tomorrow. Gerard stared down at where Frank's fingers were resting on his arm, the lines of blue on his knuckles dark against Gerard's pale wrist.
He took a step back, shaking off Frank's arm. He didn't want to be friends, but he knew he should want to. He should. He remembered that he had tried to convince himself that if that was the thing Frank offered, he would take it gladly. He wasn't so sure now, not with how he barely could be in a room alone with him without wanting to kiss him, against all his better judgment and in the middle of a fucking unresolved, painful fight.
His words were scathing when they finally came over his lips and he was surprised by the venom in them. “Seriously, Frank,” he said meanly, “do you really expect us to be friends or what?”
Frank stared at him long and hard, his eyebrows drawn together, but he didn't say a word, and Gerard huffed a breath, feeling the pain of rejection fresh as if it had happened yesterday. “For years I don't hear a fucking thing from you and suddenly you come back and expect me to ... what? Why am I here, Frank?”
Frank crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes narrowed. “Yeah, Gerard, why are you here?” he asked, tossing the question back at Gerard with what Gerard perceived as an insufferable amount of snootiness.
“Fuck yeah, why am I? Because I fucking don't know why I would want to rehash the end of our relationship. It wasn't fun the first time around!” Gerard said, his voice rising with his increasing annoyance. He really didn't need this. The hurt from before returned with a vengeance and the words spilled out of him, uncontrolled and angry.
“You know, I don't fucking get you. You ask me to come here, you practically beg me-“ he took a step forward, poking his index finger at Frank's chest, “and then you fucking have the guts to start a fucking fight and tell me ... and tell me...” He trailed off but was unable to stop the next words. “How can you tell me you didn't think I loved you? How could you possibly think-“
Frank scowled before uncrossing his arms and advancing into Gerard's personal space. He suddenly seemed taller than he was and Gerard wondered how he did that when in fact he was so tiny it was fucking unreal.
“Fuck it,” Frank suddenly said sharply, fisting his hand into the front of Gerard's flannel shirt.
“Wha-“ Gerard wanted to ask, confused, but then Frank slammed into him, pressing their mouths together, his free hand threading harshly into Gerard's long hair, his other still wedged between their bodies, fingers twisted into Gerard's shirt.
Frank kissed him hard, his fingers painfully wrapped in Gerard's hair and Gerard stumbled backwards, his back hitting the wall. Frank's teeth on his lips were almost vicious and Gerard whimpered and thumped his head back against the wall under the force of Frank's assault. They broke apart panting, Frank's warm breath puffing over his face.
“Frank,“ he said warningly, swallowing, „I dunno-“
“God, you make me so fucking furious,” Frank hissed, interrupting him harshly. “Do you really have no idea? Are you just that fucking stupid? Or is this some kind of revenge thing where you came over just to shove the fact that I can't have you back into my fucking face?”
“Wh... what?” Gerard asked, feeling confused. What was Frank talking about? His lip hurt where Frank had (accidentally?) bit him and he lifted his hand, touching it gingerly.
Frank exhaled a disbelieving laugh. “G, I asked you here because there hasn't been a fucking single day in the last four years that I haven't thought about you.” He paused, letting the words sink in and Gerard watched as Frank rubbed his tattooed fingers over his brows, looking tired and exhausted.
“If you want me to leave you alone, say so and I will,” Frank finally continued, his voice softer, almost pleading. “If you want me to be your friend, tell me and I’ll be your friend. I’ll be your best fucking friend, all right? - But if there's just a tiny fucking chance that you still-“
Gerard couldn't listen anymore, couldn't take Frank's unsteady voice, so he pulled him in, shushing him with a kiss. “Fucking shut up,” he growled against Frank's lips, before he kissed him again, pressing their mouths together.
“Hmmh-Mhmmm,“ Frank mumble-hummed, and Gerard pushed his tongue into Frank’s mouth, swallowing the sound. He moaned at the familiar taste of Frank's mouth, pressing forward some more, his hands landing on Frank's hips where they immediately slipped beneath Frank's t-shirt, fingers skimming over the soft, warm skin of his sides. One of Frank's hands was back in his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down to meet his lips.
Gerard had been right about the lip ring, because when he worried the skin around it, sucking the metal into his mouth and tonguing at the place where the ring pierced Frank's fleshy lip, Frank shuddered against him, mewling softly, his fingers digging into the soft skin of Gerard's hip through his sweater.
His grip got even tighter, his weight heavier as Gerard continued to lap at Frank's bottom lip, occasionally delivering a soft bite, remembering intuitively how Frank liked to be kissed, slow and deep with just a hint of teeth. When he trailed his lips over Frank's cheek to his neck, Frank let out a low groan, dropping his head back, giving Gerard better access. He bit into Frank's skin, right over the scorpion tattoo, before trailing his tongue upwards to his ear, tasting sweat and salt and the faintest hint of stubble along the way.
“Fuck, Gerard,” Frank groaned, tilting his head and allowing Gerard to slip the tip of his tongue into the shell of his ear. Gerard loved how Frank shuddered, getting weak-kneed and shivery, his pants getting louder and more irregular where they were puffed against Gerard's cheek.
Gerard hadn't registered that Frank had gotten heavier and heavier, pulling him down, until they were on the floor, Gerard on his haunches, Frank in his lap, grinding against him, almost as if he wanted to crawl into him. Gerard was pulled back by his hair, not protesting when Frank angled his head so he could kiss him again. He allowed Frank to take over now, mouth falling open to grant access to Frank's wicked tongue. Cold fingers trailed under his clothes and over his stomach before skidding upwards, palms flat against his pectorals, fingers thumbing his nipples.
He drew back with some difficulty because he needed air, and when he opened his eyes, Frank was looking at him, his face flushed, hair in wild tangles, mouth parted and eyes wide.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” Gerard said, and it wasn't what he had wanted to say, something about What were they doing and Where was this going.
“Fuck you, you're beautiful,“ Frank breathed in response, managing to sound petulant, and Gerard laughed in a way he thought sounded slightly hysterical, before reaching out again.
“You need to be naked,” he said, hands once more sliding under Frank's shirt, taking with them the fabric as he pushed upward. Frank struggled to help and together, they finally pushed his shirt over his head, tossing it over his shoulder to land somewhere in the room.
“Fuck,“ Gerard moaned, pushing Frank off his lap and back so he could take him in, his eyes greedily trailing over Frank's skin, finding so many familiar lines and some not so familiar ones. Frank caught himself on his arms, sprawled between Gerard's legs propped up on his elbows, and he grinned up at him, eyes heated, his loose jeans doing nothing to hide the bulge in his jeans.
“Fuck,“ Gerard repeated, before launching himself forward and ducking his head, attacking Frank's collarbone with his mouth and trailing his lips sideward to his left shoulder, his eyes open and searching out his territory. The Frankenstein he had drawn so fucking long ago was high up on Frank's arm, looking as cheeky and up-to-no-good as always, and Gerard had to close his eyes for a moment, remembering the day Frank had it done. He was back in the projectionist booth at the Belleville Film Palace, a tired, but happy Frank pressed against his front. Back then, everything had seemed so simple. They’d barely been 18 and everything had been still ahead of them. Gerard couldn't remember ever again feeling so damn happy.
He swallowed against the emotions wanting to rise in him, pressing a firm kiss to Frank's tattoo, before trailing his mouth down his arm, noting old and new tattoos, so many of them. He felt regret for all the ones he hadn't been there to see, joy, whenever he found one he had designed himself. He turned Frank's arm once he had found his wrist and continued upward on the inside. He did the same to Frank's other, less decorated arm, refusing to think too much about some of the designs and words etched into Frank's skin because Frank had always worn his heart on his sleeve, quite literally.
When he had ended up at Frank's neck again, Frank hauled him upwards to bite at his lips, before releasing him with a little push. “I know I'm hot, but right now I really would appreciate less looking and more fucking,” Frank growled, hands busy now on Gerard's clothes, pushing them up and out of the way. “At least I thought that's where we were going, because otherwise I'll be fucking disappoin-“
“You're such a pushy little shit,” Gerard interrupted him, catching Frank's wrists between his fingers and stilling his hands. „Maybe I wasn't thinking about fucking you. Don't you think it's all a bit too fast? We should-“
“Oh please,“ Frank scoffed, “now you're just being a cock tease. - You wanted to rip my clothes off the moment you got here,” he said, sounding terribly sure of himself and Gerard hated him just a bit.
“Oh really, how could you tell, you overconfident son of a bitch?”
“I saw you checking out my ass in the hall mirror!” Frank crowed, grinning smugly.
“Maybe I just thought you got fat,” Gerard taunted, and Frank tossed his head back and laughed.
Gerard let go of him and shifted them, bending back down to press kisses on Frank's trembling stomach, following the trail of dark hair down below his navel and lower.
“Fuck, now we're finally getting somewhere...” Frank moaned, lifting his hips from the floor and pushing upward as Gerard started to work on his belt and zipper.
“I got a better idea,” Gerard said, letting go of Frank's open jeans and turning him to the side, deftly biting into the flesh over his hip. For a brief moment, Frank tensed like he wanted to protest, but when Gerard pulled down his jeans together with his underwear and Frank figured what Gerard was about to do, all his cockiness seemed to evaporate.
“Oh, God, please, fucking yes,” he groaned hoarsely, shifting on the floor onto his belly and pushing himself up a bit.
Gerard placed his hands on the warm, soft cheeks of Frank's ass, kneading the flesh gently, before he pressed a kiss to the small of Frank's back, just where the dark lines of his new tattoo ended. He decided to stop his teasing, because he was desperate now, too, desperate to feel Frank's familiar heat. He couldn't quite believe that this was really happening, that this wasn't one of the many dreams he’d had about being with Frank again.
Gerard made his tongue into a sharp point, trailing it down through the crack of Frank's ass until the tip of it found the puckered skin. In front of him, Frank groaned low and desperate, and Gerard took it as encouragement to swipe his tongue over the pucker and around, before he applied more pressure, trying to dip into the tight muscle.
He didn't think about asking again, Frank's breathy moans were all the permission he needed. He knew Frank loved this, loved Gerard's tongue playing with him until he was loose and pliant. He had always enjoyed Gerard's tongue better than the press of his fingers and Gerard knew that if he did this right, it was almost all the preparation Frank needed.
He pushed forward, past the tight ring of muscle, making thrusting motions, his hands on Frank's hips, stroking his trembling skin as Frank rocked back against him. He was just getting into it, humbled by Frank's trust after all this time and how it felt to have him lose it under his hands, when Frank twisted away, dropping to the floor and turning around.
“Enough,“ he panted, his face deeply flushed, his mouth parted, tongue coming out to wet his lips. “I'm gonna come and you haven't even touched my dick yet.“
“Oh no,“ Gerard sat mockingly, sitting up on his haunches, watching curiously as Frank scrambled to his feet, pushing down his underwear and jeans. He hopped around on one foot, trying to kick off his clothes, making his way over to his bed.
Gerard licked his lips, watching as Frank rummaged around in his bedside drawer. He was standing with his back to Gerard, the line of his back taut, his skin a tempting mix of pale and ink, a splash of red on his hips, where Gerard had held him down. When he turned with a bottle of lube in his hands and found Gerard still sitting on the floor, he raised an eyebrow.
“... the hell are you still doing down there? I swear to God, if you're not over here getting ready to put your dick where you promised to put it-“
Gerard pushed himself to his feet, hands falling down to his belt. He pushed down his pants together with his underwear, stepping out of them and getting rid of his socks on his way over to where Frank was still standing, watching him.
He stepped forward, sliding his arms around Frank's body, pressing him close, shuddering at the feel of Frank completely naked against him. Frank's arms came around him, and Gerard buried his face in his neck, eyes closed, breathing in his scent, feeling his heartbeat against his chest.
He pulled back, lifting his hand to Frank's face, carding his hands through his dark, tangled hair, his fingers getting caught in the strands.
“Frankie, I-,“ he started, then trailed off, not knowing how to give voice to what he needed to say.
“Are you having second thoughts?“ Frank blurted out and he sounded anxious and insecure. His cocky attitude from earlier was now entirely gone, making him look small and frail, despite his stocky build and the furious lines of ink on his body.
Gerard closed his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck, no. I just -,“ he opened his eyes again, “I just need you to know before we do this that I feel about you the same way I've always felt about you. I might be angry about what happened, but - it doesn't change the way I feel. Do you understand?“
Frank kissed him then, not giving him one moment to doubt Frank's response to his words. Against his lips, he felt Frank grin, and relieved, Gerard tumbled them down on the bed where they landed in a heap of flailing limbs.
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They kissed until they were both panting again, and when Gerard reached down to close his hand around Frank's dick, Frank trembled against him and pushed up into his hand, his head dipped back. Between them, their sweat made their skin slippery and warm, and when Gerard's hand cramped, he pulled it away, pressing his hips down against Frank's, sliding their cocks together.
When he felt like he couldn't stand it anymore, he pulled away and sat back on his haunches between Frank's legs, reaching for the lube and the condoms on the bedspread next to them. He started with the lube, dripping some onto his fingers, before reaching down between Frank's legs, watching his face as he brushed his fingers against his opening. Frank bit his lips, hissing a bit Gerard touched him, but he made an encouraging sound as Gerard slipped a finger inside. The second finger followed just as easily, and Gerard held them there a moment, enjoying the silken heat of Frank around him. He added a third finger slowly, brushing them back and forth until Frank reached for his wrist, halting him.
“It's okay,” he said. “Just go slow. It's - it's been a while.”
Gerard nodded, drawing his hand back. He reached for the condom, his slippery hands unable to open the wrapper. When he cursed and looked up, Frank was staring at him, his brows knitted.
“If you want, we can -“ he started, a bit embarrassed. “I'm clean, and really - You know I trust you.”
With everyone else this would have felt foolish to Gerard, but he knew the people he had been with over the last four years and apart from the fact that he could count them on one hand, he had never had unprotected sex with anyone but Frank.
He nodded slowly, tossed the condom wrapper over his shoulder to the floor and reached for the lube again to slick up his cock.
Frank heaved out a breath and reached for him, pulling him down and his knees up at the same time. Gerard settled between his legs, and it was so easy, just like he remembered, their bodies fitting together. He lined up with Frank's fumbling fingers around his dick, and when he finally pushed forward, they both groaned. He stayed up on his elbows, staring down at Frank's face for any kind of discomfort, put Frank's mouth was just open and slack-jawed, his lips shiny and wet, his dark lashes resting peacefully on his cheeks.
Gerard felt his body tremble as he held back, not pushing forward but waiting for Frank's permission. Frank slid his hands from Gerard's shoulders down to his hips, fingers digging into the globes of his ass, and pulled. “C'mon, G, c'mon, baby,“ he encouraged, his voice low and rough with heat, and Gerard pressed his hips forward, moaning when he slid deeper and Frank's body welcomed him until their hips met.
Frank's breath hitched, but he wrapped one leg around the back of Gerard's thighs, keeping him close, his hips rising and rolling against Gerard's. Gerard lost it then and they fell into a rhythm, moving together just like the last time they had done this. He didn't know if it was because they knew each other so well, or because they had done it together the very first time either of them had done it, but it didn't matter. He still fit together with Frank better than with anyone else he had ever slept with, their combined movement natural and easy.
He got a hand between them, wrapping his fingers around Frank's cock and stroking, balancing himself with the other. He thought of getting them moved around so he could lie behind Frank and get a good grip on his dick, but he wanted to look down at his face when he came. He picked up the pace when Frank urged him on from under him, snapping his hips forward harder, loving the way Frank's breath caught whenever he hit the right spot. The fingers of Frank's right hand were digging hard into his ass, dragging with every push of his hips. From the frequency of Frank's grunts and moans and the occasional swear word, Gerard gathered that he was close and he doubled his efforts despite the fact that his arms were trembling, muscles straining with the effort to keep them going.
Frank uttered a high-pitched whine before his body bowed up and then stilled completely, toes scratching against Gerard's calf as he spilled over Gerard's fingers. Gerard stroked him through it, bending down to press an uncoordinated kiss to the corner of his mouth. When Frank relaxed, his body slumping back down, Gerard pulled back his hand, hoisted himself up into a more comfortable position and allowed himself to let go. He was close too, had been close ever since Frank had pulled him fully into him, but now Frank was sated and pliant beneath him, and Gerard lowered himself down, his arms coming up to lie on either side of Frank's head. His hips picked up an even more relentless pace and he turned his face against the warm side of Frank's neck, eyes screwed shut.
Frank's hands were on his back, in his hair, urging him on, his voice breathless and hoarse. “Fuck, that's it, that's it, yeah, ... G, wanna fucking feel you come, fuck.“
Gerard came with a shout, white noise washing over him, the pleasure so intense his whole body shook with it. He slumped down, his heart beating fast and loud in his chest. For a while he didn't register much past the sound of his own harsh panting, but when he surfaced slowly, Frank was still petting him. He lifted his head from where he was drooling heavily on Frank's shoulder, and Frank wiped the hair out of his eyes, grinning at him.
“Hey stud,” he said teasingly and Gerard made a half-hearted attempt to roll his eyes.
“Hmpf,” Gerard murmured, before nestling a bit more comfortably into Frank's arms.
For a while they were lying there and Gerard dozed. He was dimly aware that his softening dick was slipping from Frank's body and Frank shifted until Gerard was on his side, head still propped up on Frank's shoulder.
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He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he was aware of was lying on his other side and Frank was on his back next to him, watching him. Frank must have gotten up, too, because he had killed all the lights except for the small bedside lamp.
„Have you been watching me sleep?“ Gerard asked, smacking his dry lips.
Frank snorted, brushing a strand of Gerard's hair back and tucking it behind his ear. “Yeah”, he admitted softly, running one finger over Gerard's brow, before trailing it down his cheek, thumbing over his mouth. “You're cute when you sleep. Big fucking news.”
Gerard tsked and pushed himself up on his elbow. “Sorry I fell asleep on you,” he said, reaching up to rub his eyes.
Frank shrugged and smirked. “That's all right. Guess I wore you out,” he said smugly.
“You wish,” Gerard replied automatically, reaching out to pull Frank closer and kiss him.
“And I’ve been thinking about what I’m gonna do to you next,” Frank whispered once they pulled apart.
“Yeah?” Gerard breathed, feeling a shiver of excitement race through him.
“Yeah,” Frank said hoarsely, his eyes flickering down to Gerard's lips. “I'm gonna start with your mouth - your fucking mouth, Gerard…” he reached out, pushing his thumb against Gerard's lips, his eyes blazing when Gerard bit him playfully, “you wouldn't believe how often I've thought of your mouth.”
“Go on,” Gerard said, his voice equally breathy. “What else?”
Frank leaned forward, brushing their noses together in a tender caress that was at odds with the filthy words spilling over his lips. “I'm gonna fuck your pretty mouth and then I'm gonna turn you over and-”
There was a crash from the corridor, clearly audible even over the loud music still being played outside.
“-the fuck?” Frank asked, frowning and Gerard shrugged.
A moment later, someone pounded on Frank's bedroom door and then they heard Mikey's voice, strangely high and desperate sounding.
“Gerard? You in there? Gerard?”
“Mikey?“ Gerard asked, pushing himself up from the bed.
“G, whatever it is you two are doing - and I’m totally pretending you're gazing lovelornly into each other's eyes and holding hands - you gotta stop right the fuck now and come out here!“
Gerard shared a look with Frank, before slipping out of bed, reaching for the first pair of boxers and the first shirt he found. “I'm coming,“ he called, stumbling over to the door, his limbs uncoordinated and sluggish. Behind him, Frank climbed out of bed as well went in search of his jeans.
Gerard reached the door, pulling it open to find Mikey in front of him, paler than usual but with two bright spots of color high up on his cheeks.
“What is it?” he asked, feeling excitement grip him hard.
“You gotta drive me to the hospital,” Mikey said, voice squeaky. “My baby-girl is coming.”
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Author: lea_ndra
Band: My Chemical Romance
Pairings: Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Alicia
Word Count: 24.500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, apart from how this is total fluff, suitable for Christmas. Oh, I should probably warn for the mangling of one of the most beloved Christmas songs of all times.
Disclaimer: Obviously, this is all fiction.
Thanks: To my betas eldaileana and rubytuesday5681, who did an awesome job and really helped make this fic so much better!! And to my lovely wife raina_at, whom I’m just as ridiculously in love with as this Gerard is with Frank, for all her suggestions and all the hours of listening to me.
Summary: This is a sequel to 24 Frames Per Second: The Belleville Fright Night Experiment of 1984 and it picks up 9 years later: It's 1993 and Gerard runs into Frank at the movie theater - where else? - after Frank returns from his 4-year stint in Seattle. While everybody around Gerard turns out to be a traitor siding with the enemy, Gerard himself wants nothing more desperately than Frank back...
Features a pug puppy, a nasty fight, a near-car accident and a little baby-girl called "AnnieWay".
Chapter 3
Gerard took one last drag of his cigarette and then stepped forward, moving around Frank's body to extinguish it in the ashtray as well. Frank didn't attempt to step aside and when Gerard wanted to move back again, Frank's fingers closed around his forearm like they had done earlier tonight. He would have fucking bruises tomorrow. Gerard stared down at where Frank's fingers were resting on his arm, the lines of blue on his knuckles dark against Gerard's pale wrist.
He took a step back, shaking off Frank's arm. He didn't want to be friends, but he knew he should want to. He should. He remembered that he had tried to convince himself that if that was the thing Frank offered, he would take it gladly. He wasn't so sure now, not with how he barely could be in a room alone with him without wanting to kiss him, against all his better judgment and in the middle of a fucking unresolved, painful fight.
His words were scathing when they finally came over his lips and he was surprised by the venom in them. “Seriously, Frank,” he said meanly, “do you really expect us to be friends or what?”
Frank stared at him long and hard, his eyebrows drawn together, but he didn't say a word, and Gerard huffed a breath, feeling the pain of rejection fresh as if it had happened yesterday. “For years I don't hear a fucking thing from you and suddenly you come back and expect me to ... what? Why am I here, Frank?”
Frank crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes narrowed. “Yeah, Gerard, why are you here?” he asked, tossing the question back at Gerard with what Gerard perceived as an insufferable amount of snootiness.
“Fuck yeah, why am I? Because I fucking don't know why I would want to rehash the end of our relationship. It wasn't fun the first time around!” Gerard said, his voice rising with his increasing annoyance. He really didn't need this. The hurt from before returned with a vengeance and the words spilled out of him, uncontrolled and angry.
“You know, I don't fucking get you. You ask me to come here, you practically beg me-“ he took a step forward, poking his index finger at Frank's chest, “and then you fucking have the guts to start a fucking fight and tell me ... and tell me...” He trailed off but was unable to stop the next words. “How can you tell me you didn't think I loved you? How could you possibly think-“
Frank scowled before uncrossing his arms and advancing into Gerard's personal space. He suddenly seemed taller than he was and Gerard wondered how he did that when in fact he was so tiny it was fucking unreal.
“Fuck it,” Frank suddenly said sharply, fisting his hand into the front of Gerard's flannel shirt.
“Wha-“ Gerard wanted to ask, confused, but then Frank slammed into him, pressing their mouths together, his free hand threading harshly into Gerard's long hair, his other still wedged between their bodies, fingers twisted into Gerard's shirt.
Frank kissed him hard, his fingers painfully wrapped in Gerard's hair and Gerard stumbled backwards, his back hitting the wall. Frank's teeth on his lips were almost vicious and Gerard whimpered and thumped his head back against the wall under the force of Frank's assault. They broke apart panting, Frank's warm breath puffing over his face.
“Frank,“ he said warningly, swallowing, „I dunno-“
“God, you make me so fucking furious,” Frank hissed, interrupting him harshly. “Do you really have no idea? Are you just that fucking stupid? Or is this some kind of revenge thing where you came over just to shove the fact that I can't have you back into my fucking face?”
“Wh... what?” Gerard asked, feeling confused. What was Frank talking about? His lip hurt where Frank had (accidentally?) bit him and he lifted his hand, touching it gingerly.
Frank exhaled a disbelieving laugh. “G, I asked you here because there hasn't been a fucking single day in the last four years that I haven't thought about you.” He paused, letting the words sink in and Gerard watched as Frank rubbed his tattooed fingers over his brows, looking tired and exhausted.
“If you want me to leave you alone, say so and I will,” Frank finally continued, his voice softer, almost pleading. “If you want me to be your friend, tell me and I’ll be your friend. I’ll be your best fucking friend, all right? - But if there's just a tiny fucking chance that you still-“
Gerard couldn't listen anymore, couldn't take Frank's unsteady voice, so he pulled him in, shushing him with a kiss. “Fucking shut up,” he growled against Frank's lips, before he kissed him again, pressing their mouths together.
“Hmmh-Mhmmm,“ Frank mumble-hummed, and Gerard pushed his tongue into Frank’s mouth, swallowing the sound. He moaned at the familiar taste of Frank's mouth, pressing forward some more, his hands landing on Frank's hips where they immediately slipped beneath Frank's t-shirt, fingers skimming over the soft, warm skin of his sides. One of Frank's hands was back in his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down to meet his lips.
Gerard had been right about the lip ring, because when he worried the skin around it, sucking the metal into his mouth and tonguing at the place where the ring pierced Frank's fleshy lip, Frank shuddered against him, mewling softly, his fingers digging into the soft skin of Gerard's hip through his sweater.
His grip got even tighter, his weight heavier as Gerard continued to lap at Frank's bottom lip, occasionally delivering a soft bite, remembering intuitively how Frank liked to be kissed, slow and deep with just a hint of teeth. When he trailed his lips over Frank's cheek to his neck, Frank let out a low groan, dropping his head back, giving Gerard better access. He bit into Frank's skin, right over the scorpion tattoo, before trailing his tongue upwards to his ear, tasting sweat and salt and the faintest hint of stubble along the way.
“Fuck, Gerard,” Frank groaned, tilting his head and allowing Gerard to slip the tip of his tongue into the shell of his ear. Gerard loved how Frank shuddered, getting weak-kneed and shivery, his pants getting louder and more irregular where they were puffed against Gerard's cheek.
Gerard hadn't registered that Frank had gotten heavier and heavier, pulling him down, until they were on the floor, Gerard on his haunches, Frank in his lap, grinding against him, almost as if he wanted to crawl into him. Gerard was pulled back by his hair, not protesting when Frank angled his head so he could kiss him again. He allowed Frank to take over now, mouth falling open to grant access to Frank's wicked tongue. Cold fingers trailed under his clothes and over his stomach before skidding upwards, palms flat against his pectorals, fingers thumbing his nipples.
He drew back with some difficulty because he needed air, and when he opened his eyes, Frank was looking at him, his face flushed, hair in wild tangles, mouth parted and eyes wide.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” Gerard said, and it wasn't what he had wanted to say, something about What were they doing and Where was this going.
“Fuck you, you're beautiful,“ Frank breathed in response, managing to sound petulant, and Gerard laughed in a way he thought sounded slightly hysterical, before reaching out again.
“You need to be naked,” he said, hands once more sliding under Frank's shirt, taking with them the fabric as he pushed upward. Frank struggled to help and together, they finally pushed his shirt over his head, tossing it over his shoulder to land somewhere in the room.
“Fuck,“ Gerard moaned, pushing Frank off his lap and back so he could take him in, his eyes greedily trailing over Frank's skin, finding so many familiar lines and some not so familiar ones. Frank caught himself on his arms, sprawled between Gerard's legs propped up on his elbows, and he grinned up at him, eyes heated, his loose jeans doing nothing to hide the bulge in his jeans.
“Fuck,“ Gerard repeated, before launching himself forward and ducking his head, attacking Frank's collarbone with his mouth and trailing his lips sideward to his left shoulder, his eyes open and searching out his territory. The Frankenstein he had drawn so fucking long ago was high up on Frank's arm, looking as cheeky and up-to-no-good as always, and Gerard had to close his eyes for a moment, remembering the day Frank had it done. He was back in the projectionist booth at the Belleville Film Palace, a tired, but happy Frank pressed against his front. Back then, everything had seemed so simple. They’d barely been 18 and everything had been still ahead of them. Gerard couldn't remember ever again feeling so damn happy.
He swallowed against the emotions wanting to rise in him, pressing a firm kiss to Frank's tattoo, before trailing his mouth down his arm, noting old and new tattoos, so many of them. He felt regret for all the ones he hadn't been there to see, joy, whenever he found one he had designed himself. He turned Frank's arm once he had found his wrist and continued upward on the inside. He did the same to Frank's other, less decorated arm, refusing to think too much about some of the designs and words etched into Frank's skin because Frank had always worn his heart on his sleeve, quite literally.
When he had ended up at Frank's neck again, Frank hauled him upwards to bite at his lips, before releasing him with a little push. “I know I'm hot, but right now I really would appreciate less looking and more fucking,” Frank growled, hands busy now on Gerard's clothes, pushing them up and out of the way. “At least I thought that's where we were going, because otherwise I'll be fucking disappoin-“
“You're such a pushy little shit,” Gerard interrupted him, catching Frank's wrists between his fingers and stilling his hands. „Maybe I wasn't thinking about fucking you. Don't you think it's all a bit too fast? We should-“
“Oh please,“ Frank scoffed, “now you're just being a cock tease. - You wanted to rip my clothes off the moment you got here,” he said, sounding terribly sure of himself and Gerard hated him just a bit.
“Oh really, how could you tell, you overconfident son of a bitch?”
“I saw you checking out my ass in the hall mirror!” Frank crowed, grinning smugly.
“Maybe I just thought you got fat,” Gerard taunted, and Frank tossed his head back and laughed.
Gerard let go of him and shifted them, bending back down to press kisses on Frank's trembling stomach, following the trail of dark hair down below his navel and lower.
“Fuck, now we're finally getting somewhere...” Frank moaned, lifting his hips from the floor and pushing upward as Gerard started to work on his belt and zipper.
“I got a better idea,” Gerard said, letting go of Frank's open jeans and turning him to the side, deftly biting into the flesh over his hip. For a brief moment, Frank tensed like he wanted to protest, but when Gerard pulled down his jeans together with his underwear and Frank figured what Gerard was about to do, all his cockiness seemed to evaporate.
“Oh, God, please, fucking yes,” he groaned hoarsely, shifting on the floor onto his belly and pushing himself up a bit.
Gerard placed his hands on the warm, soft cheeks of Frank's ass, kneading the flesh gently, before he pressed a kiss to the small of Frank's back, just where the dark lines of his new tattoo ended. He decided to stop his teasing, because he was desperate now, too, desperate to feel Frank's familiar heat. He couldn't quite believe that this was really happening, that this wasn't one of the many dreams he’d had about being with Frank again.
Gerard made his tongue into a sharp point, trailing it down through the crack of Frank's ass until the tip of it found the puckered skin. In front of him, Frank groaned low and desperate, and Gerard took it as encouragement to swipe his tongue over the pucker and around, before he applied more pressure, trying to dip into the tight muscle.
He didn't think about asking again, Frank's breathy moans were all the permission he needed. He knew Frank loved this, loved Gerard's tongue playing with him until he was loose and pliant. He had always enjoyed Gerard's tongue better than the press of his fingers and Gerard knew that if he did this right, it was almost all the preparation Frank needed.
He pushed forward, past the tight ring of muscle, making thrusting motions, his hands on Frank's hips, stroking his trembling skin as Frank rocked back against him. He was just getting into it, humbled by Frank's trust after all this time and how it felt to have him lose it under his hands, when Frank twisted away, dropping to the floor and turning around.
“Enough,“ he panted, his face deeply flushed, his mouth parted, tongue coming out to wet his lips. “I'm gonna come and you haven't even touched my dick yet.“
“Oh no,“ Gerard sat mockingly, sitting up on his haunches, watching curiously as Frank scrambled to his feet, pushing down his underwear and jeans. He hopped around on one foot, trying to kick off his clothes, making his way over to his bed.
Gerard licked his lips, watching as Frank rummaged around in his bedside drawer. He was standing with his back to Gerard, the line of his back taut, his skin a tempting mix of pale and ink, a splash of red on his hips, where Gerard had held him down. When he turned with a bottle of lube in his hands and found Gerard still sitting on the floor, he raised an eyebrow.
“... the hell are you still doing down there? I swear to God, if you're not over here getting ready to put your dick where you promised to put it-“
Gerard pushed himself to his feet, hands falling down to his belt. He pushed down his pants together with his underwear, stepping out of them and getting rid of his socks on his way over to where Frank was still standing, watching him.
He stepped forward, sliding his arms around Frank's body, pressing him close, shuddering at the feel of Frank completely naked against him. Frank's arms came around him, and Gerard buried his face in his neck, eyes closed, breathing in his scent, feeling his heartbeat against his chest.
He pulled back, lifting his hand to Frank's face, carding his hands through his dark, tangled hair, his fingers getting caught in the strands.
“Frankie, I-,“ he started, then trailed off, not knowing how to give voice to what he needed to say.
“Are you having second thoughts?“ Frank blurted out and he sounded anxious and insecure. His cocky attitude from earlier was now entirely gone, making him look small and frail, despite his stocky build and the furious lines of ink on his body.
Gerard closed his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck, no. I just -,“ he opened his eyes again, “I just need you to know before we do this that I feel about you the same way I've always felt about you. I might be angry about what happened, but - it doesn't change the way I feel. Do you understand?“
Frank kissed him then, not giving him one moment to doubt Frank's response to his words. Against his lips, he felt Frank grin, and relieved, Gerard tumbled them down on the bed where they landed in a heap of flailing limbs.
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They kissed until they were both panting again, and when Gerard reached down to close his hand around Frank's dick, Frank trembled against him and pushed up into his hand, his head dipped back. Between them, their sweat made their skin slippery and warm, and when Gerard's hand cramped, he pulled it away, pressing his hips down against Frank's, sliding their cocks together.
When he felt like he couldn't stand it anymore, he pulled away and sat back on his haunches between Frank's legs, reaching for the lube and the condoms on the bedspread next to them. He started with the lube, dripping some onto his fingers, before reaching down between Frank's legs, watching his face as he brushed his fingers against his opening. Frank bit his lips, hissing a bit Gerard touched him, but he made an encouraging sound as Gerard slipped a finger inside. The second finger followed just as easily, and Gerard held them there a moment, enjoying the silken heat of Frank around him. He added a third finger slowly, brushing them back and forth until Frank reached for his wrist, halting him.
“It's okay,” he said. “Just go slow. It's - it's been a while.”
Gerard nodded, drawing his hand back. He reached for the condom, his slippery hands unable to open the wrapper. When he cursed and looked up, Frank was staring at him, his brows knitted.
“If you want, we can -“ he started, a bit embarrassed. “I'm clean, and really - You know I trust you.”
With everyone else this would have felt foolish to Gerard, but he knew the people he had been with over the last four years and apart from the fact that he could count them on one hand, he had never had unprotected sex with anyone but Frank.
He nodded slowly, tossed the condom wrapper over his shoulder to the floor and reached for the lube again to slick up his cock.
Frank heaved out a breath and reached for him, pulling him down and his knees up at the same time. Gerard settled between his legs, and it was so easy, just like he remembered, their bodies fitting together. He lined up with Frank's fumbling fingers around his dick, and when he finally pushed forward, they both groaned. He stayed up on his elbows, staring down at Frank's face for any kind of discomfort, put Frank's mouth was just open and slack-jawed, his lips shiny and wet, his dark lashes resting peacefully on his cheeks.
Gerard felt his body tremble as he held back, not pushing forward but waiting for Frank's permission. Frank slid his hands from Gerard's shoulders down to his hips, fingers digging into the globes of his ass, and pulled. “C'mon, G, c'mon, baby,“ he encouraged, his voice low and rough with heat, and Gerard pressed his hips forward, moaning when he slid deeper and Frank's body welcomed him until their hips met.
Frank's breath hitched, but he wrapped one leg around the back of Gerard's thighs, keeping him close, his hips rising and rolling against Gerard's. Gerard lost it then and they fell into a rhythm, moving together just like the last time they had done this. He didn't know if it was because they knew each other so well, or because they had done it together the very first time either of them had done it, but it didn't matter. He still fit together with Frank better than with anyone else he had ever slept with, their combined movement natural and easy.
He got a hand between them, wrapping his fingers around Frank's cock and stroking, balancing himself with the other. He thought of getting them moved around so he could lie behind Frank and get a good grip on his dick, but he wanted to look down at his face when he came. He picked up the pace when Frank urged him on from under him, snapping his hips forward harder, loving the way Frank's breath caught whenever he hit the right spot. The fingers of Frank's right hand were digging hard into his ass, dragging with every push of his hips. From the frequency of Frank's grunts and moans and the occasional swear word, Gerard gathered that he was close and he doubled his efforts despite the fact that his arms were trembling, muscles straining with the effort to keep them going.
Frank uttered a high-pitched whine before his body bowed up and then stilled completely, toes scratching against Gerard's calf as he spilled over Gerard's fingers. Gerard stroked him through it, bending down to press an uncoordinated kiss to the corner of his mouth. When Frank relaxed, his body slumping back down, Gerard pulled back his hand, hoisted himself up into a more comfortable position and allowed himself to let go. He was close too, had been close ever since Frank had pulled him fully into him, but now Frank was sated and pliant beneath him, and Gerard lowered himself down, his arms coming up to lie on either side of Frank's head. His hips picked up an even more relentless pace and he turned his face against the warm side of Frank's neck, eyes screwed shut.
Frank's hands were on his back, in his hair, urging him on, his voice breathless and hoarse. “Fuck, that's it, that's it, yeah, ... G, wanna fucking feel you come, fuck.“
Gerard came with a shout, white noise washing over him, the pleasure so intense his whole body shook with it. He slumped down, his heart beating fast and loud in his chest. For a while he didn't register much past the sound of his own harsh panting, but when he surfaced slowly, Frank was still petting him. He lifted his head from where he was drooling heavily on Frank's shoulder, and Frank wiped the hair out of his eyes, grinning at him.
“Hey stud,” he said teasingly and Gerard made a half-hearted attempt to roll his eyes.
“Hmpf,” Gerard murmured, before nestling a bit more comfortably into Frank's arms.
For a while they were lying there and Gerard dozed. He was dimly aware that his softening dick was slipping from Frank's body and Frank shifted until Gerard was on his side, head still propped up on Frank's shoulder.
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He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he was aware of was lying on his other side and Frank was on his back next to him, watching him. Frank must have gotten up, too, because he had killed all the lights except for the small bedside lamp.
„Have you been watching me sleep?“ Gerard asked, smacking his dry lips.
Frank snorted, brushing a strand of Gerard's hair back and tucking it behind his ear. “Yeah”, he admitted softly, running one finger over Gerard's brow, before trailing it down his cheek, thumbing over his mouth. “You're cute when you sleep. Big fucking news.”
Gerard tsked and pushed himself up on his elbow. “Sorry I fell asleep on you,” he said, reaching up to rub his eyes.
Frank shrugged and smirked. “That's all right. Guess I wore you out,” he said smugly.
“You wish,” Gerard replied automatically, reaching out to pull Frank closer and kiss him.
“And I’ve been thinking about what I’m gonna do to you next,” Frank whispered once they pulled apart.
“Yeah?” Gerard breathed, feeling a shiver of excitement race through him.
“Yeah,” Frank said hoarsely, his eyes flickering down to Gerard's lips. “I'm gonna start with your mouth - your fucking mouth, Gerard…” he reached out, pushing his thumb against Gerard's lips, his eyes blazing when Gerard bit him playfully, “you wouldn't believe how often I've thought of your mouth.”
“Go on,” Gerard said, his voice equally breathy. “What else?”
Frank leaned forward, brushing their noses together in a tender caress that was at odds with the filthy words spilling over his lips. “I'm gonna fuck your pretty mouth and then I'm gonna turn you over and-”
There was a crash from the corridor, clearly audible even over the loud music still being played outside.
“-the fuck?” Frank asked, frowning and Gerard shrugged.
A moment later, someone pounded on Frank's bedroom door and then they heard Mikey's voice, strangely high and desperate sounding.
“Gerard? You in there? Gerard?”
“Mikey?“ Gerard asked, pushing himself up from the bed.
“G, whatever it is you two are doing - and I’m totally pretending you're gazing lovelornly into each other's eyes and holding hands - you gotta stop right the fuck now and come out here!“
Gerard shared a look with Frank, before slipping out of bed, reaching for the first pair of boxers and the first shirt he found. “I'm coming,“ he called, stumbling over to the door, his limbs uncoordinated and sluggish. Behind him, Frank climbed out of bed as well went in search of his jeans.
Gerard reached the door, pulling it open to find Mikey in front of him, paler than usual but with two bright spots of color high up on his cheeks.
“What is it?” he asked, feeling excitement grip him hard.
“You gotta drive me to the hospital,” Mikey said, voice squeaky. “My baby-girl is coming.”
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