This Is the Best Day Ever [12/?]
Title: This Is the Best Day Ever
Author: waybeyondreason
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17 (we're there, guys)
POV: Frank's
Summary: Frank and his friends have rented a summer house in California. They are really excited about spending the whole summer without any parents in this paradise. They catch up with an old friend living there, and his friends, the Way brothers. These new acquaintances make Frank realize some unknown things about himself that will change his summer (and his life) considerably.
Disclaimer: Real? This? Nah.
Beta: The one and only lemmethink_nooo. Seriously, check her out.
Author Notes: To all you who comments on this story; I wish I could give you all a hug. You're so adorable! This story also contains (and pairs) the other members of My Chemical Romance, some of Panic! At The Disco and Fall Out Boy. Fun, huh?
Warnings: Language, boy love and sex. Nothing you can’t handle, hopefully.
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Gerard and I spent another half an hour out in the water, getting rid of my boner. Gerard was very helpful, describing in detail how his aunt Merrill looked without clothes on. And when that didn’t help, he described (a little too graphically) how his aunt Merrill looked without clothes on, on top of his also-naked uncle Bertie. We both agreed that Gerard’s visit to their house when he was eleven had scarred him for life. However, it helped to scare my damn hormones away. At least until tonight, as Gerard informed me while giving me a sly wink.
“Did you swim to Hawaii and back, or what?” Ray asked when we finally went back to lie down.
“Almost. You missed us?” Gerard said with a wink.
“Madly and deeply,” Bob grinned.
“Of course you did,” I laughed as we lay down under our parasol.
“Brendon, my man. Send me a beer, will you?”
When I had a beer in hand I held myself up on my elbows, grinning down at Gerard. I received a grin back and another knowing little wink. My stomach fluttered with the thoughts of what I was getting myself into tonight. A little nervous, yes. But mostly excited, in a half ‘hormone-teenager out of control,’ half ‘madly lusting for Gerard’ way. Anything could happen, and I knew I wanted it.
Five hours later, we were still on the beach, pretty much the only ones. It was us and some of Brendon, Gerard and Mikey’s friends playing volleyball and a lonely guy walking his dog. We had been playing for hours and it was pretty tiring, really. Especially since Adam, obviously one of Mikey’s good friends, was way too good. And ball games had never really been my thing. I was always good in gym, but when it came to balls, I sucked. No pun intended.
“Hey! That’s not allowed!” One of Adam’s friends said when Bob had sent a serve that was a little too hard over to their side.
“Says who?” Bob grinned.
“That loser said it last round when I did it…” the guy I think was named Bert said, pointing to Mikey with a grin. Without words we nodded to each other that the match was done, so we gathered by the net. I lay down in the sand, exhausted.
“Hey, ‘loser’? That’s unfair,” Mikey laughed. Adam started to laugh and nudged Mikey friendly in his side.
“Did you guys know that Mikey was such a loser a few years ago?”
“It wasn’t a few years ago. It was seven years ago, thank you very much.”
“Haha, you were Mikes?” Ray grinned.
“He wore his glasses at the end of his nose and lifted his head high to see though them. You should have seen him,” said Adam. We laughed, making Mikey blush.
“They were my granddad’s glasses, okay? They were impossible to wear normally. Slipped down all the time,” Mikey muttered. A grin was still on his face, so he obviously wasn’t too offended.
“Ray was a loser a few years ago too, before we brought him under our wing,” said Bob. “Right, Frankie?”
“Yeah,” I laughed, remembering the little shy, dorky boy with the huge red afro that had entered our class room four years ago. “You have so much to thank us for, Ray.”
“I thought you all were losers in high school,” Mikey muttered.
“No, we were actually quite popular. We were the much respected punks of Belleville high. Everyone wanted a piece of our nice asses,” I laughed. It was true, though.
“Really? I never would have thought that,” Brendon said.
“Hey!”
“I’m just saying…” Brendon shifted a little farther away from us to escape any possible punches and changed the subject. “But Adam, any plans for tonight?”
“No, not really. We’re invited to this party up in the hills. You guys too, by the way. But we don’t think it will be any fun, so we’re looking for something to do, actually. Any ideas?”
“Well,” Brendon said and looked at us. “Couldn’t we throw another party?” We nodded.
“Yeah, that’d be fun. You guys wanna come? There are probably many people looking for something better than that party, huh?” Bob said to Adam.
“Definitely. We can call around, gather some cool people. Around eight?”
“Cool. We’ll see you then,” Bob said and we picked up our stuff to head home. We waved at them, as they were going in another direction. I knew Adam and Bert and two of the other guys shared an apartment downtown.
“Ugh, should we bother cleaning up in here?” Gerard sighed, looking at the mess in our living room. It wasn’t too bad really, but some pillows and blankets were spread around and the table was still stuffed with glasses, beer cans and bottles from yesterday.
“If we just put the furniture back in its original place and throw out these cans and bottles, it will be nice enough,” I said.
“And we have to shower before the people come over,” Ray shot in. “Damnit, the salt sticks to everything.”
After a hurried clean up session, I went up to my room to get some clean clothes. I heard Brendon yell from the hallway that the shower was now all mine. As I stood bent inside the closet, looking for that damn studded belt, I heard someone enter the room. By the sneaky arms that were suddenly around my middle, I knew who.
“Hey Gee,” I smiled and turned my neck to kiss him. Hell, it was good to be able to do that.
“Hey, Fee,” he joked. Fee was kinda cute, though… “Heading for the shower?”
“Mhm, that was my plan,” I said, finally discovering my belt under a pile of mine and Gerard’s jeans. I needed to tidy this place up sometime.
“But you know, the shower is so lonely,” he whispered in my ear, the smirk on his face obvious even through his words. I shuddered.
“You think so too?” I decided to play along.
“Mhm,” he answered. “I can’t risk you getting all anxious and alone in there you know. I think I just have to keep you company.”
“I think so too.” I started to get all hot and bothered already, just by the thought. Damn, I must have so much built up sexual tension…
“But you have to survive alone today. I already showered,” he said matter-of-factly as he took his arms away from me and walked over to the bed. I turned around, the disbelief all over my face.
“What?”
“Yes, you have to wait until tonight, lover boy,” he winked as he got his cell phone from somewhere between the sheets and walked over to the door. The moment before he closed it, he stuck his head back inside and stuck out his tongue at me. I flipped him the bird.
And of course my thoughts began to wander as I stood under the hot, steaming water. He had gotten me in the mood already in the room moments earlier, and the pleasing, warm water running all over my body didn’t help much. Of course I had to grow a fucking boner for the second time that day. Of fucking course. My sexual tension is running loose these days.
And as degrading as it is, I let my hands wander down, over my stomach, down to the much needed area. And as I pleased myself as I was so used to, I think you can guess who was on my mind.
After I had washed away my sins and walked (oh so relieved) out of the shower minutes later and gotten dressed I heard the door bell ring, and went down to join the others. I found my friends ready in the couches with a tower of beer cans in front of them, and Adam and Bert settling themselves down. I greeted them and sat down beside Gerard.
“Nice shower?” he mouthed and winked at me without the others noticing anything.
“Oh so lonely,” I mouthed back. “You owe me. Big time.” I gladly received a beer can from him.
That was the first beer of many. Man, why do I never learn? An hour or so later when the living room was again filled with people and we had been talking, laughing and drinking (especially drinking), my vision was blurred, my laugh high-pitched and bravery at a higher level than usually. Luckily I wasn’t drunk - at least not really drunk - but just in a very good mood. So good that I pulled Gerard up with me, asking him to join me on the crowded ‘dance floor’ that was the big, open area in front of the balcony doors.
“Come ooon. It’ll be fun!” I shrieked as I pulled him with me.
We pushed our way into the middle of the crowd. Even though the alcohol played its game with my mind, dancing so people could see was still hell scary. When I was satisfied I turned back to face him and lay my arms over his shoulders, laughing.
“Isn’t this fun?”
“Yeah, sure honey. Sure,” he laughed, obviously amused by my state. Why was I always so much drunker than him? I vowed to myself to get him wasted sometime. That’d be fun.
Drunk or not, when we were moving to the music (I smiled to myself, remembering our first party and my first experience on this floor as This Ain’t a Scene, It’s An Arms Race blasted out of the speakers) he got this really sexy, seductive look on his face. His hands that were firmly placed on my hips started moving, nearly massaging my sides. As we looked each other deeply in the eyes (yeah, that sounds way cliché, but we did), he pulled my hips forward, meeting his. I smirked, really thankful for the hip-moving rhythms in the room right then. I cocked an eyebrow, moving my face a little closer to his and nodded towards the stairs. He put on that seductive smirk of his again and nodded. With my heartbeats thundering in my chest I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me. Before we reached the stairs I looked around and saw, to my happiness, that Pete was busy talking to Mikey out on the balcony.
Safely into our room I closed the door before I was pushed hard against it. Gerard pinned my hands at both sides of my head as he kissed me with force. I couldn’t help but to moan in surprised pleasure as I kissed him back forcefully. I open my mouth immediately, running my tongue over his bottom lip before taking it into my mouth, merely sucking on it. He giggled before our tongues found each other and started sliding against each other, tasting, exploring. I felt so lightheaded all of a sudden. So excited.
My excitement for sure didn’t go away as he pressed his hips against mine again, starting to roll them around slightly, creating amazing friction. I moaned into his mouth, moving my hips back against his. I smirked as I could feel that I wasn’t the only one in the room getting excited…
He let go of my hands, sliding his palms down the sides of my upper body. I let my own hands tangle in his hair, pushing his head firmer against mine. It didn’t take long before our hands were roaming, almost desperate. I let mine slide down his back, down to the hem of his tee shirt and slipped them underneath the cotton fabric. I felt him shudder slightly at the skin on skin contact, even though my hands weren’t cold. He followed my example, slipping his hands under the hem of my sweater, touching and feeling my stomach. I moaned again, partly because of his hands, partly because of my hands feeling his sweaty, warm skin, and partly because of the intense pleasure of our now completely rigid erections grinding together.
“Gerard,” I whimpered at he begun kissing down my jaw, down to my neck. I rested my head back against the door, exposing my neck more and giving him better access. He pampered it with wet, open mouth kisses, sucking every now and then. And I hadn’t even got rid of the hickeys from last night.
“Oh God, Gerard,” I whimpered again, my knees almost giving in on me as he suddenly slipped one hand down my stomach, down the front of my jeans. I let out another loud moan as he found the waistline of my boxers and pried it open, grabbing my throbbing erection. By the time he started stroking it carefully, I was lost in the pleasure. I fisted my hands in the back of his shirt, his hand working harder around my cock. Incoherent sounds escaped my mouth, and I imagined myself sounding like a desperate whore.
I could feel Gerard smirking against my neck, breathing hard. The hand that wasn’t stroking me, but placed on my hip, pulled me towards him as he slowly walked backwards towards the bed. I let out a disappointed sound as he pulled his hands out of my pants. Instead he pulled at the hem of my shirt, tugging at it before pulling over my head. I lifted my arms to help him, and when my shirt was off I let them fall down to the hem of his shirt, doing the same. He turned me around so that I was the one walking backwards, and I fell when the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees. Gerard fell on top of me, pulling me completely on the bed before attacking my mouth again.
Oh god.
His hands were immediately at my waistline, playing with my belt before unbuckling it. Slowly he opened the button of my jeans and pulled down my fly. I gasped. He looked at me for reassurance, and when I nodded, he started pulling my jeans down, himself going down with it. I fisted my hands in the sheets when he succeeded to pull my jeans entirely off and threw them on the floor. My belt made a loud ‘dunk’ sound. He climbed up on top of me again, concentrating his attention back on my neck. Holy fuck, he knew just what to do…
Slowly he started kissing further and further down, nibbling, kissing and sucking his way down to my collar bone, further down my chest, down to my nipples. He took the left one into his mouth, sucking hard and making me moan again. I swore, if I got any harder now I would pass out. Gerard kissed his way down again, down my stomach, stopping at my navel. I couldn’t help but giggle when he pushed his tongue into it, before carefully biting down on the skin. But suddenly he was kissing further down again, and - oh God - his lips found the waistline of my boxers.
He looked back up at me, giving me a mischievous, lusty little grin before biting at the hem of the material, tugging it down. I shuddered as he dragged the material over my cock, because of the friction - oh the sweet, sweet friction - and the sudden coldness that hit the precum that was already leaking from my slit.
“Gerard,” I gasped again. He only went further down my legs until the boxers were off and I lay completely naked on the bed. I felt a little self conscious all of a sudden. I hadn’t been completely naked with some one in a long, long time. Even when I fucked the last time, it had been dark and we had been hidden under the sheets. Now, the room was bathed in the moonlight from the window wall and the sheets underneath me. And Gerard was still half clothed. I hadn’t many problems with my own body; I wasn’t fat, not even pudgy, but still. I was naked. And Gerard was sitting by my ankles and probably had a good view right up in my crotch.
But he didn’t stay looking for a long time, and I forgot all about my self-consciousness as he started kissing up the insides of my thighs. He sucked on the skin occasionally as before, making me gasp and moan again. His hands slid up the outsides of my thighs, settling at my hips as his head closed up on that same area. When his kisses reached the top of my thighs he stopped and hovered over my (by now painfully hard) erection, meeting my eyes with a lustful glare before he bent down and kissed the tip.
“Nnngf, Gee!”
My hips bucked up and I took an extra hard hold of the sheets as his lips pressed against my head before carefully licking it. My eyes shut tight, my mouth sending out small whimpers as his skilled tongue rolled around the head, hitting the slit a few times. I had been given two blowjobs before, when I was fifteen, in a dark basement during a party. These two chicks had decided to share me. I don’t remember any of them being close to this. Maybe because that was fifteen year old, inexperienced girls with no clue how a penis worked, and this was an eighteen year old hottie with experience up to his ears.
When Gerard took my whole length into his mouth (how did he manage to do that without gagging?) I was mumbling incoherent words, my head was pressed back in the pillow and my fingers were entangling in his hair. And when his head started bobbing up and down, his lips tight and his mouth and tongue creating hard suction, accompanied by his hand that was stroking me in sync with his bobbing, I knew it wouldn’t hold on for long. I was sweating, moaning silently and bucking my hips up into his wetness, and when my head hit the back of his throat a few times I tried to warn him of the soon coming explosion.
“Oh God, Gerard. I’m gonna…”
This only made him work harder around my cock, dragging my orgasm from me. And, heh, he managed that pretty well. I felt it coming from the pit of my stomach until it suddenly hit me hard, making me moan out his name loud, my muscles spasm and my hips buck into his mouth one last time before I came inside his mouth. As he sucked a few times, letting me ride out my orgasm I felt him swallow with ease. He even moaned a little. How the hell did he manage that?
When I was done, I fell limp back on the mattress, and he kissed down my slowly softening length, up my stomach and chest, up to my mouth. He kissed my lips and I couldn’t help it, in pure curiosity I opened my mouth and let my tongue enter his to taste myself. I had, of course, never tasted sperm before. And well, it wasn’t the best taste. He had swallowed it all, but I could still feel the aftertaste of it in his mouth.
As we kissed passionately, I let my hands roam over the naked parts of his body, feeling his sleek chest under my palms. By bringing them further down and cupping him, I discovered that he was (not surprisingly) still hard. I pushed his chest so that he flipped over on the mattress, lying on his back. Eagerly, I climbed on top of him, continuing the kissing and cupping. He moaned into my mouth when I rubbed him though his jeans, which only encouraged me to kiss down his jaw, down his neck and chest, just like he had done to me.
But when my eager hands fidgeted with his belt buckle while I was kissing down below his navel, he spoke.
“You don’t have to, Frankie.”
I looked up at him. He was looking down at me with a caring smile on his face.
“You can just, you know. Use your hands. You don’t have to go this fast.”
Of course. He misunderstood. He thought I wanted to do this because I felt like I had to, after what he had done to me. He was wrong.
“But I want to,” I assured him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I said as I started up my work again, nibbling on the skin in the middle of his navel and jeans, and unbuckled his belt. After some struggling, his jeans were discarded on the floor like mine. And I suddenly felt a little self-conscious again. I had never done this before. But by looking up into Gerard’s not just lust filled, but also understanding eyes, I didn’t care. So what if I hadn’t done it before? Gerard understood. He didn’t crave anything perfect, I knew that. And by this reassurance, I slid off his boxers.
“Tell me if I’m wrong, right?”
“Uh huh.”
With my hand around the base of his cock (which was awfully large, by the way. I already knew because of the size of the bulge in his pants that I saw everyday, but it was still something different when it was right there in front of my face, throbbing, hard and exposed. I had never seen another penis before this close. Let alone held it. And especially not had one in my mouth. Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?) I bent down and put my lips on it.
It was a different taste than the normal parts of his skin. It was more salty, rougher and the skin was different. I kinda liked it, to be honest. It was Gerard’s cock. Carefully, I traced my tongue over the tip, rubbing it against the underside of the head. I knew that spot was sensitive. After a few moments, I was kinda satisfied with myself. By the sounds escaping Gerard’s mouth and the way he fisted my hair and the sheets told me that I was doing a good job. This was simple. I had one of these things myself, I knew what would be good. And feeling brave, I took as much of him as I could get into my mouth, swallowing and sucking around it.
I had been bobbing up and down, swallowing, sucking and licking for a while when I felt Gerard moan louder and fist the sheets and my hair harder.
“Frank. Oh God, Frank. You. I’m…”
Oh. My. God.
I tried to think of what to do in a rush. Gerard had swallowed when I came, and that was fantastic. But did I dare do the same? Wouldn’t jacking him over the edge or spitting out be a little unromantic?
I decided that it was, and went for it when I heard he was getting closer and closer. And suddenly, he came. While he moaned out my name I felt a shot of a warm, thick liquid fill my mouth. And in pure surprise, I swallowed. It almost made me gag. Almost. It was thick and tasted like warm saltwater in a way. Kinda metal-ish. But it wasn’t too bad. And the thought that I had just swallowed Gerard’s cum was kinda hot.
I lay down beside him and we just panted, catching our breath. When our breathing returned to more or less normal, Gerard pulled the sheets over us and snuggled in close to me, wrapping his arms around my middle. I did the same to him.
“Thank you,” he whispered, sleepy, smiling at me. I smiled back, resting my head on his chest and closed my eyes.
“Thank you.”
I don’t even remember falling asleep.
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Eep. *Blushes* So we finally reached the point of NC-17. Tell me what you think, huh? Comments is love :D And it keeps my inspration up and encourages me to write more.
But, heh, you probably gonna think I'm kidding now. I'm going away. Again. For a week this time, on a show jumping camp with my friends. So the next week I'll spend out in the Norwegian woods on the back of a horse, jumping over rivers and fallen trees. I really hope you guys have patience on me. This is my last trip this summer, I promise ;).
Author: waybeyondreason
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17 (we're there, guys)
POV: Frank's
Summary: Frank and his friends have rented a summer house in California. They are really excited about spending the whole summer without any parents in this paradise. They catch up with an old friend living there, and his friends, the Way brothers. These new acquaintances make Frank realize some unknown things about himself that will change his summer (and his life) considerably.
Disclaimer: Real? This? Nah.
Beta: The one and only lemmethink_nooo. Seriously, check her out.
Author Notes: To all you who comments on this story; I wish I could give you all a hug. You're so adorable! This story also contains (and pairs) the other members of My Chemical Romance, some of Panic! At The Disco and Fall Out Boy. Fun, huh?
Warnings: Language, boy love and sex. Nothing you can’t handle, hopefully.
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Gerard and I spent another half an hour out in the water, getting rid of my boner. Gerard was very helpful, describing in detail how his aunt Merrill looked without clothes on. And when that didn’t help, he described (a little too graphically) how his aunt Merrill looked without clothes on, on top of his also-naked uncle Bertie. We both agreed that Gerard’s visit to their house when he was eleven had scarred him for life. However, it helped to scare my damn hormones away. At least until tonight, as Gerard informed me while giving me a sly wink.
“Did you swim to Hawaii and back, or what?” Ray asked when we finally went back to lie down.
“Almost. You missed us?” Gerard said with a wink.
“Madly and deeply,” Bob grinned.
“Of course you did,” I laughed as we lay down under our parasol.
“Brendon, my man. Send me a beer, will you?”
When I had a beer in hand I held myself up on my elbows, grinning down at Gerard. I received a grin back and another knowing little wink. My stomach fluttered with the thoughts of what I was getting myself into tonight. A little nervous, yes. But mostly excited, in a half ‘hormone-teenager out of control,’ half ‘madly lusting for Gerard’ way. Anything could happen, and I knew I wanted it.
Five hours later, we were still on the beach, pretty much the only ones. It was us and some of Brendon, Gerard and Mikey’s friends playing volleyball and a lonely guy walking his dog. We had been playing for hours and it was pretty tiring, really. Especially since Adam, obviously one of Mikey’s good friends, was way too good. And ball games had never really been my thing. I was always good in gym, but when it came to balls, I sucked. No pun intended.
“Hey! That’s not allowed!” One of Adam’s friends said when Bob had sent a serve that was a little too hard over to their side.
“Says who?” Bob grinned.
“That loser said it last round when I did it…” the guy I think was named Bert said, pointing to Mikey with a grin. Without words we nodded to each other that the match was done, so we gathered by the net. I lay down in the sand, exhausted.
“Hey, ‘loser’? That’s unfair,” Mikey laughed. Adam started to laugh and nudged Mikey friendly in his side.
“Did you guys know that Mikey was such a loser a few years ago?”
“It wasn’t a few years ago. It was seven years ago, thank you very much.”
“Haha, you were Mikes?” Ray grinned.
“He wore his glasses at the end of his nose and lifted his head high to see though them. You should have seen him,” said Adam. We laughed, making Mikey blush.
“They were my granddad’s glasses, okay? They were impossible to wear normally. Slipped down all the time,” Mikey muttered. A grin was still on his face, so he obviously wasn’t too offended.
“Ray was a loser a few years ago too, before we brought him under our wing,” said Bob. “Right, Frankie?”
“Yeah,” I laughed, remembering the little shy, dorky boy with the huge red afro that had entered our class room four years ago. “You have so much to thank us for, Ray.”
“I thought you all were losers in high school,” Mikey muttered.
“No, we were actually quite popular. We were the much respected punks of Belleville high. Everyone wanted a piece of our nice asses,” I laughed. It was true, though.
“Really? I never would have thought that,” Brendon said.
“Hey!”
“I’m just saying…” Brendon shifted a little farther away from us to escape any possible punches and changed the subject. “But Adam, any plans for tonight?”
“No, not really. We’re invited to this party up in the hills. You guys too, by the way. But we don’t think it will be any fun, so we’re looking for something to do, actually. Any ideas?”
“Well,” Brendon said and looked at us. “Couldn’t we throw another party?” We nodded.
“Yeah, that’d be fun. You guys wanna come? There are probably many people looking for something better than that party, huh?” Bob said to Adam.
“Definitely. We can call around, gather some cool people. Around eight?”
“Cool. We’ll see you then,” Bob said and we picked up our stuff to head home. We waved at them, as they were going in another direction. I knew Adam and Bert and two of the other guys shared an apartment downtown.
“Ugh, should we bother cleaning up in here?” Gerard sighed, looking at the mess in our living room. It wasn’t too bad really, but some pillows and blankets were spread around and the table was still stuffed with glasses, beer cans and bottles from yesterday.
“If we just put the furniture back in its original place and throw out these cans and bottles, it will be nice enough,” I said.
“And we have to shower before the people come over,” Ray shot in. “Damnit, the salt sticks to everything.”
After a hurried clean up session, I went up to my room to get some clean clothes. I heard Brendon yell from the hallway that the shower was now all mine. As I stood bent inside the closet, looking for that damn studded belt, I heard someone enter the room. By the sneaky arms that were suddenly around my middle, I knew who.
“Hey Gee,” I smiled and turned my neck to kiss him. Hell, it was good to be able to do that.
“Hey, Fee,” he joked. Fee was kinda cute, though… “Heading for the shower?”
“Mhm, that was my plan,” I said, finally discovering my belt under a pile of mine and Gerard’s jeans. I needed to tidy this place up sometime.
“But you know, the shower is so lonely,” he whispered in my ear, the smirk on his face obvious even through his words. I shuddered.
“You think so too?” I decided to play along.
“Mhm,” he answered. “I can’t risk you getting all anxious and alone in there you know. I think I just have to keep you company.”
“I think so too.” I started to get all hot and bothered already, just by the thought. Damn, I must have so much built up sexual tension…
“But you have to survive alone today. I already showered,” he said matter-of-factly as he took his arms away from me and walked over to the bed. I turned around, the disbelief all over my face.
“What?”
“Yes, you have to wait until tonight, lover boy,” he winked as he got his cell phone from somewhere between the sheets and walked over to the door. The moment before he closed it, he stuck his head back inside and stuck out his tongue at me. I flipped him the bird.
And of course my thoughts began to wander as I stood under the hot, steaming water. He had gotten me in the mood already in the room moments earlier, and the pleasing, warm water running all over my body didn’t help much. Of course I had to grow a fucking boner for the second time that day. Of fucking course. My sexual tension is running loose these days.
And as degrading as it is, I let my hands wander down, over my stomach, down to the much needed area. And as I pleased myself as I was so used to, I think you can guess who was on my mind.
After I had washed away my sins and walked (oh so relieved) out of the shower minutes later and gotten dressed I heard the door bell ring, and went down to join the others. I found my friends ready in the couches with a tower of beer cans in front of them, and Adam and Bert settling themselves down. I greeted them and sat down beside Gerard.
“Nice shower?” he mouthed and winked at me without the others noticing anything.
“Oh so lonely,” I mouthed back. “You owe me. Big time.” I gladly received a beer can from him.
That was the first beer of many. Man, why do I never learn? An hour or so later when the living room was again filled with people and we had been talking, laughing and drinking (especially drinking), my vision was blurred, my laugh high-pitched and bravery at a higher level than usually. Luckily I wasn’t drunk - at least not really drunk - but just in a very good mood. So good that I pulled Gerard up with me, asking him to join me on the crowded ‘dance floor’ that was the big, open area in front of the balcony doors.
“Come ooon. It’ll be fun!” I shrieked as I pulled him with me.
We pushed our way into the middle of the crowd. Even though the alcohol played its game with my mind, dancing so people could see was still hell scary. When I was satisfied I turned back to face him and lay my arms over his shoulders, laughing.
“Isn’t this fun?”
“Yeah, sure honey. Sure,” he laughed, obviously amused by my state. Why was I always so much drunker than him? I vowed to myself to get him wasted sometime. That’d be fun.
Drunk or not, when we were moving to the music (I smiled to myself, remembering our first party and my first experience on this floor as This Ain’t a Scene, It’s An Arms Race blasted out of the speakers) he got this really sexy, seductive look on his face. His hands that were firmly placed on my hips started moving, nearly massaging my sides. As we looked each other deeply in the eyes (yeah, that sounds way cliché, but we did), he pulled my hips forward, meeting his. I smirked, really thankful for the hip-moving rhythms in the room right then. I cocked an eyebrow, moving my face a little closer to his and nodded towards the stairs. He put on that seductive smirk of his again and nodded. With my heartbeats thundering in my chest I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me. Before we reached the stairs I looked around and saw, to my happiness, that Pete was busy talking to Mikey out on the balcony.
Safely into our room I closed the door before I was pushed hard against it. Gerard pinned my hands at both sides of my head as he kissed me with force. I couldn’t help but to moan in surprised pleasure as I kissed him back forcefully. I open my mouth immediately, running my tongue over his bottom lip before taking it into my mouth, merely sucking on it. He giggled before our tongues found each other and started sliding against each other, tasting, exploring. I felt so lightheaded all of a sudden. So excited.
My excitement for sure didn’t go away as he pressed his hips against mine again, starting to roll them around slightly, creating amazing friction. I moaned into his mouth, moving my hips back against his. I smirked as I could feel that I wasn’t the only one in the room getting excited…
He let go of my hands, sliding his palms down the sides of my upper body. I let my own hands tangle in his hair, pushing his head firmer against mine. It didn’t take long before our hands were roaming, almost desperate. I let mine slide down his back, down to the hem of his tee shirt and slipped them underneath the cotton fabric. I felt him shudder slightly at the skin on skin contact, even though my hands weren’t cold. He followed my example, slipping his hands under the hem of my sweater, touching and feeling my stomach. I moaned again, partly because of his hands, partly because of my hands feeling his sweaty, warm skin, and partly because of the intense pleasure of our now completely rigid erections grinding together.
“Gerard,” I whimpered at he begun kissing down my jaw, down to my neck. I rested my head back against the door, exposing my neck more and giving him better access. He pampered it with wet, open mouth kisses, sucking every now and then. And I hadn’t even got rid of the hickeys from last night.
“Oh God, Gerard,” I whimpered again, my knees almost giving in on me as he suddenly slipped one hand down my stomach, down the front of my jeans. I let out another loud moan as he found the waistline of my boxers and pried it open, grabbing my throbbing erection. By the time he started stroking it carefully, I was lost in the pleasure. I fisted my hands in the back of his shirt, his hand working harder around my cock. Incoherent sounds escaped my mouth, and I imagined myself sounding like a desperate whore.
I could feel Gerard smirking against my neck, breathing hard. The hand that wasn’t stroking me, but placed on my hip, pulled me towards him as he slowly walked backwards towards the bed. I let out a disappointed sound as he pulled his hands out of my pants. Instead he pulled at the hem of my shirt, tugging at it before pulling over my head. I lifted my arms to help him, and when my shirt was off I let them fall down to the hem of his shirt, doing the same. He turned me around so that I was the one walking backwards, and I fell when the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees. Gerard fell on top of me, pulling me completely on the bed before attacking my mouth again.
Oh god.
His hands were immediately at my waistline, playing with my belt before unbuckling it. Slowly he opened the button of my jeans and pulled down my fly. I gasped. He looked at me for reassurance, and when I nodded, he started pulling my jeans down, himself going down with it. I fisted my hands in the sheets when he succeeded to pull my jeans entirely off and threw them on the floor. My belt made a loud ‘dunk’ sound. He climbed up on top of me again, concentrating his attention back on my neck. Holy fuck, he knew just what to do…
Slowly he started kissing further and further down, nibbling, kissing and sucking his way down to my collar bone, further down my chest, down to my nipples. He took the left one into his mouth, sucking hard and making me moan again. I swore, if I got any harder now I would pass out. Gerard kissed his way down again, down my stomach, stopping at my navel. I couldn’t help but giggle when he pushed his tongue into it, before carefully biting down on the skin. But suddenly he was kissing further down again, and - oh God - his lips found the waistline of my boxers.
He looked back up at me, giving me a mischievous, lusty little grin before biting at the hem of the material, tugging it down. I shuddered as he dragged the material over my cock, because of the friction - oh the sweet, sweet friction - and the sudden coldness that hit the precum that was already leaking from my slit.
“Gerard,” I gasped again. He only went further down my legs until the boxers were off and I lay completely naked on the bed. I felt a little self conscious all of a sudden. I hadn’t been completely naked with some one in a long, long time. Even when I fucked the last time, it had been dark and we had been hidden under the sheets. Now, the room was bathed in the moonlight from the window wall and the sheets underneath me. And Gerard was still half clothed. I hadn’t many problems with my own body; I wasn’t fat, not even pudgy, but still. I was naked. And Gerard was sitting by my ankles and probably had a good view right up in my crotch.
But he didn’t stay looking for a long time, and I forgot all about my self-consciousness as he started kissing up the insides of my thighs. He sucked on the skin occasionally as before, making me gasp and moan again. His hands slid up the outsides of my thighs, settling at my hips as his head closed up on that same area. When his kisses reached the top of my thighs he stopped and hovered over my (by now painfully hard) erection, meeting my eyes with a lustful glare before he bent down and kissed the tip.
“Nnngf, Gee!”
My hips bucked up and I took an extra hard hold of the sheets as his lips pressed against my head before carefully licking it. My eyes shut tight, my mouth sending out small whimpers as his skilled tongue rolled around the head, hitting the slit a few times. I had been given two blowjobs before, when I was fifteen, in a dark basement during a party. These two chicks had decided to share me. I don’t remember any of them being close to this. Maybe because that was fifteen year old, inexperienced girls with no clue how a penis worked, and this was an eighteen year old hottie with experience up to his ears.
When Gerard took my whole length into his mouth (how did he manage to do that without gagging?) I was mumbling incoherent words, my head was pressed back in the pillow and my fingers were entangling in his hair. And when his head started bobbing up and down, his lips tight and his mouth and tongue creating hard suction, accompanied by his hand that was stroking me in sync with his bobbing, I knew it wouldn’t hold on for long. I was sweating, moaning silently and bucking my hips up into his wetness, and when my head hit the back of his throat a few times I tried to warn him of the soon coming explosion.
“Oh God, Gerard. I’m gonna…”
This only made him work harder around my cock, dragging my orgasm from me. And, heh, he managed that pretty well. I felt it coming from the pit of my stomach until it suddenly hit me hard, making me moan out his name loud, my muscles spasm and my hips buck into his mouth one last time before I came inside his mouth. As he sucked a few times, letting me ride out my orgasm I felt him swallow with ease. He even moaned a little. How the hell did he manage that?
When I was done, I fell limp back on the mattress, and he kissed down my slowly softening length, up my stomach and chest, up to my mouth. He kissed my lips and I couldn’t help it, in pure curiosity I opened my mouth and let my tongue enter his to taste myself. I had, of course, never tasted sperm before. And well, it wasn’t the best taste. He had swallowed it all, but I could still feel the aftertaste of it in his mouth.
As we kissed passionately, I let my hands roam over the naked parts of his body, feeling his sleek chest under my palms. By bringing them further down and cupping him, I discovered that he was (not surprisingly) still hard. I pushed his chest so that he flipped over on the mattress, lying on his back. Eagerly, I climbed on top of him, continuing the kissing and cupping. He moaned into my mouth when I rubbed him though his jeans, which only encouraged me to kiss down his jaw, down his neck and chest, just like he had done to me.
But when my eager hands fidgeted with his belt buckle while I was kissing down below his navel, he spoke.
“You don’t have to, Frankie.”
I looked up at him. He was looking down at me with a caring smile on his face.
“You can just, you know. Use your hands. You don’t have to go this fast.”
Of course. He misunderstood. He thought I wanted to do this because I felt like I had to, after what he had done to me. He was wrong.
“But I want to,” I assured him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I said as I started up my work again, nibbling on the skin in the middle of his navel and jeans, and unbuckled his belt. After some struggling, his jeans were discarded on the floor like mine. And I suddenly felt a little self-conscious again. I had never done this before. But by looking up into Gerard’s not just lust filled, but also understanding eyes, I didn’t care. So what if I hadn’t done it before? Gerard understood. He didn’t crave anything perfect, I knew that. And by this reassurance, I slid off his boxers.
“Tell me if I’m wrong, right?”
“Uh huh.”
With my hand around the base of his cock (which was awfully large, by the way. I already knew because of the size of the bulge in his pants that I saw everyday, but it was still something different when it was right there in front of my face, throbbing, hard and exposed. I had never seen another penis before this close. Let alone held it. And especially not had one in my mouth. Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?) I bent down and put my lips on it.
It was a different taste than the normal parts of his skin. It was more salty, rougher and the skin was different. I kinda liked it, to be honest. It was Gerard’s cock. Carefully, I traced my tongue over the tip, rubbing it against the underside of the head. I knew that spot was sensitive. After a few moments, I was kinda satisfied with myself. By the sounds escaping Gerard’s mouth and the way he fisted my hair and the sheets told me that I was doing a good job. This was simple. I had one of these things myself, I knew what would be good. And feeling brave, I took as much of him as I could get into my mouth, swallowing and sucking around it.
I had been bobbing up and down, swallowing, sucking and licking for a while when I felt Gerard moan louder and fist the sheets and my hair harder.
“Frank. Oh God, Frank. You. I’m…”
Oh. My. God.
I tried to think of what to do in a rush. Gerard had swallowed when I came, and that was fantastic. But did I dare do the same? Wouldn’t jacking him over the edge or spitting out be a little unromantic?
I decided that it was, and went for it when I heard he was getting closer and closer. And suddenly, he came. While he moaned out my name I felt a shot of a warm, thick liquid fill my mouth. And in pure surprise, I swallowed. It almost made me gag. Almost. It was thick and tasted like warm saltwater in a way. Kinda metal-ish. But it wasn’t too bad. And the thought that I had just swallowed Gerard’s cum was kinda hot.
I lay down beside him and we just panted, catching our breath. When our breathing returned to more or less normal, Gerard pulled the sheets over us and snuggled in close to me, wrapping his arms around my middle. I did the same to him.
“Thank you,” he whispered, sleepy, smiling at me. I smiled back, resting my head on his chest and closed my eyes.
“Thank you.”
I don’t even remember falling asleep.
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Eep. *Blushes* So we finally reached the point of NC-17. Tell me what you think, huh? Comments is love :D And it keeps my inspration up and encourages me to write more.
But, heh, you probably gonna think I'm kidding now. I'm going away. Again. For a week this time, on a show jumping camp with my friends. So the next week I'll spend out in the Norwegian woods on the back of a horse, jumping over rivers and fallen trees. I really hope you guys have patience on me. This is my last trip this summer, I promise ;).