Ghost Of You, (finally)
Title:The Ghost Of You
Author: S0methingwick3d
Pairing:Frank/Gerard
Rating:Not more than PG-13, right now
POV:Third person
Summary:Gerard and Mikey move into a new house and find someone already living in it. Well, if you can call it living.
Disclaimer:The Characters aren't mine baby, only the story line **sing song voice**
Author Note:I'll try to be regular about posting this, but don't expect clockwork, or anything. I'll post 'em as soon as I write them, provided everyone likes it.
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Chapter Seven.
Chapter Eight.
now."
Gerard groaned. Frank always said things like that, in the exact tone of voice that made everything on him melt. Except, he thought, looking down at his crotch, that. That did the complete opposite of "melt".
All the frosting was gone from his neck...
Frank stood up hurridly, throwing the sticky mixing bowl in the sink, grabbing the frosting, and tugging Gerard's hand.
"Where are we going?" Gerard wanted to know, but he had already guessed.
"The bedroom, where else?"
They fell into bed, and Gerard's mouth was attached to Frank's, desperately tugging on that lip ring like it was a life preserver. It was Frank's turn to groan.
"Baby, why do you feel so damned good?" Frank writhed for a better position, one hand sliding down to the waistband of Gerard's boxers. "I mean, it's not fair. How am I supposed to--ahhhmm that feels so fucking good---to resist you? How?"
Frank sounded momentarily agrivated, so Gerard distracted him. Very effectively. By going down on him. With the frosting.
Frank panted harshly, falling back onto the bed. "Gee..."
Gerard stopped what he was doing and moved up towards the head of the bed, sweat making his skin slick, frosting making him sweet. When Frank licked more of the cake topping off his cock, Gerard made him stop, because it was just too good, and he was going to explode all over Frank's face and Gerard was far too polite a lover. Plus, he wanted to screw. Really, really badly.
This, this was all lips and tongue, and heat. This was fingers clutching on hips and sliding off skin, this was gasps and moans and all those things you heard in the mignight wet dreams of teenagers. This was Gerard touching Frank in ways that made Frank cry out, all dignity forgotten. This was Frank making Gerard scream.
They had made jokes about Frank being a virgin again and having a chastity belt, but that hadn't lasted long. And this wasn't the first time they had made love, but it was different,(better), every time. And when Gerard came, deep inside Frank, as if they were one person, as if time got busy doing something else looked away from them for a while, it was just like in Gerard's dreams, except impossibly better. Frank was real, and he was solid, and he was perfect.
"Gee..." Frank murmured, giddy with love and post-coital bliss, and also a sizeable sugar rush from the amount of frosting he'd consumed off Gerard's body.
"Hmm?" Gerard wanted to be giddy, but he just couldn't summon the energy. He was too happy and content to be too excited about anything.
"I think the cake is burning."
"Nope." Gerard summoned enough strength to grin into Frank's chest. "I turned the oven off."
Frank laughed. " I love you. Let's get married."
Gerard looked up at him. "Really?"
Frank kissed the top of Gerard's head and sighed. "Yeah. I kind of want to. I never really really imagined loving someone as much as I love you. Not even Jamia. I mean, i loved her, but not...not like this. Never like this. And I just... I want to marry you."
"Will we get a puppy and live in a house with a white picket fence and drive a minivan and adopt little soccer babies, and you'll be the soccer dad?" Gerard asked. He wondered briefly if that had been coherent at all. He was getting kind of sleepy, and happiness does strange things to the brain.
Frank smiled at the image. " And Mikey will live across the street with Ray and they're kids, and we'll have playdates, and Ray will spoil her rotten--"
"Her?" Gerard asked.
Frank came down to earth."Yeah. I mean, if you want a girl. I kind of want a girl..."
Gerard felt like maybe he should do something before he got so happy he exploded and left little Gerard bits all over."Me too."
"And we'll take turns teaching her how to put on eyeliner--"
"Only after she turns fourteen," Gerard said sternly.
"--and we'll be beating boys away from the door--"
"I buy her mace--"
"--and then we'll help her get into college--"
"What do you mean? She's smart, she doesn't need our help--"
Frank snorted at how protective Gerard was getting. Already. Before any of this was even possible.
Gerard hugged Frank closer, and sighed. "Yeah. Let's get married."
And, if it was even possible, they were even happier.
A/N:Sorry this took so freakin' long. I had writer's block out the wahzoo, and I had to edit a good chunk. I know I left it at kind of a weak moment, but there's only one chapter to go, so the next one will be better. Thanks for reading!!
Author: S0methingwick3d
Pairing:Frank/Gerard
Rating:Not more than PG-13, right now
POV:Third person
Summary:Gerard and Mikey move into a new house and find someone already living in it. Well, if you can call it living.
Disclaimer:The Characters aren't mine baby, only the story line **sing song voice**
Author Note:I'll try to be regular about posting this, but don't expect clockwork, or anything. I'll post 'em as soon as I write them, provided everyone likes it.
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Chapter Seven.
Chapter Eight.
now."
Gerard groaned. Frank always said things like that, in the exact tone of voice that made everything on him melt. Except, he thought, looking down at his crotch, that. That did the complete opposite of "melt".
All the frosting was gone from his neck...
Frank stood up hurridly, throwing the sticky mixing bowl in the sink, grabbing the frosting, and tugging Gerard's hand.
"Where are we going?" Gerard wanted to know, but he had already guessed.
"The bedroom, where else?"
They fell into bed, and Gerard's mouth was attached to Frank's, desperately tugging on that lip ring like it was a life preserver. It was Frank's turn to groan.
"Baby, why do you feel so damned good?" Frank writhed for a better position, one hand sliding down to the waistband of Gerard's boxers. "I mean, it's not fair. How am I supposed to--ahhhmm that feels so fucking good---to resist you? How?"
Frank sounded momentarily agrivated, so Gerard distracted him. Very effectively. By going down on him. With the frosting.
Frank panted harshly, falling back onto the bed. "Gee..."
Gerard stopped what he was doing and moved up towards the head of the bed, sweat making his skin slick, frosting making him sweet. When Frank licked more of the cake topping off his cock, Gerard made him stop, because it was just too good, and he was going to explode all over Frank's face and Gerard was far too polite a lover. Plus, he wanted to screw. Really, really badly.
This, this was all lips and tongue, and heat. This was fingers clutching on hips and sliding off skin, this was gasps and moans and all those things you heard in the mignight wet dreams of teenagers. This was Gerard touching Frank in ways that made Frank cry out, all dignity forgotten. This was Frank making Gerard scream.
They had made jokes about Frank being a virgin again and having a chastity belt, but that hadn't lasted long. And this wasn't the first time they had made love, but it was different,(better), every time. And when Gerard came, deep inside Frank, as if they were one person, as if time got busy doing something else looked away from them for a while, it was just like in Gerard's dreams, except impossibly better. Frank was real, and he was solid, and he was perfect.
"Gee..." Frank murmured, giddy with love and post-coital bliss, and also a sizeable sugar rush from the amount of frosting he'd consumed off Gerard's body.
"Hmm?" Gerard wanted to be giddy, but he just couldn't summon the energy. He was too happy and content to be too excited about anything.
"I think the cake is burning."
"Nope." Gerard summoned enough strength to grin into Frank's chest. "I turned the oven off."
Frank laughed. " I love you. Let's get married."
Gerard looked up at him. "Really?"
Frank kissed the top of Gerard's head and sighed. "Yeah. I kind of want to. I never really really imagined loving someone as much as I love you. Not even Jamia. I mean, i loved her, but not...not like this. Never like this. And I just... I want to marry you."
"Will we get a puppy and live in a house with a white picket fence and drive a minivan and adopt little soccer babies, and you'll be the soccer dad?" Gerard asked. He wondered briefly if that had been coherent at all. He was getting kind of sleepy, and happiness does strange things to the brain.
Frank smiled at the image. " And Mikey will live across the street with Ray and they're kids, and we'll have playdates, and Ray will spoil her rotten--"
"Her?" Gerard asked.
Frank came down to earth."Yeah. I mean, if you want a girl. I kind of want a girl..."
Gerard felt like maybe he should do something before he got so happy he exploded and left little Gerard bits all over."Me too."
"And we'll take turns teaching her how to put on eyeliner--"
"Only after she turns fourteen," Gerard said sternly.
"--and we'll be beating boys away from the door--"
"I buy her mace--"
"--and then we'll help her get into college--"
"What do you mean? She's smart, she doesn't need our help--"
Frank snorted at how protective Gerard was getting. Already. Before any of this was even possible.
Gerard hugged Frank closer, and sighed. "Yeah. Let's get married."
And, if it was even possible, they were even happier.
A/N:Sorry this took so freakin' long. I had writer's block out the wahzoo, and I had to edit a good chunk. I know I left it at kind of a weak moment, but there's only one chapter to go, so the next one will be better. Thanks for reading!!