This Is the Best Day Ever [16/30]
Title: This Is the Best Day Ever
Author: waybeyondreason
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
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; you're my little rays of sunshine! 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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”You guys, we’re gonna call it a night. See you tomorrow, right?” Pete said as he and Mikey got up from the couch and headed for the stairs up to the second floor. They received a half-nod from a very sleepy Bob who was the only one still watching the movie we had put on earlier in the evening. It was a way too long action movie of some sort that had lost our interest a long time ago. On each side he had a sleeping Ray and a sleeping Brendon resting their heads on his shoulders. Ray was snoring loudly, drooling on Bob’s shirt. Luckily for him, Bob was too sleepy to notice.
“Okay. Don’t make too much noise tonight, huh? You kept us awake all last night. We know now that Pete is ‘soo gooood,’ Mikey. Please not ruin my poor brain more than it already is,” Gerard joked from our position in the kitchen. I was standing by the kitchen island, making us a sandwich and Gerard was sitting by the table reading the latest issue of Rock Sound. He received a middle finger from his baby bother, which made him utter that cute little giggle of his.
“Oh, like we needed anything to keep us awake,” I winked at him when I was sure that no one heard. He winked back before he got to his feet and walked over to where I was standing. Safely hidden behind the kitchen wall he stood closely behind me, pressing his chest to my back and snuck his hands around my middle. I shuddered and giggled when he pampered my neck with soft kisses.
“If you keep doing that I might just have to fuck you hard right here on the counter,” I giggled.
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” he said, his voice muffled against my skin. I turned around and put my palms flat against his chest, sliding them sensually up and around his neck before I pulled him in for a soft kiss. He kissed me eagerly back, waiting for the kiss to deepen, but I pulled back a few inches to give him a mischievous grin.
“No, it’s not. But…” I trailed out, whispering against his lips. I loved it when we were positioned like this so I could feel his soft, warm breath mingle with mine. “When we get upstairs, I might change my mind.” He pulled away a few inches to look at me properly. His eyes were a little widened in surprise, and his lips turned upwards in a mischievous, wry little smirk.
“You would?”
“Uh huh, I’m pretty certain I would,” I teased, stroking my lips carefully against his, looking directly into his eyes, in a more or less challenging way. I felt like I had gotten the hang of this, flirting and teasing with him. He made me feel secure and wanted, so that I felt like making moves towards him. I had always been a big flirt, not scared to lead girls on and such, but it had been different with Gerard in the start, mostly because he was a guy. That was unusual to me, not only because I was tossed into this new homosexuality I hadn’t been aware of before, but because guys simply were so different from girls. When I flirted with girls they would giggle and follow my leads all the time. I was the superior one. But Gerard didn’t giggle (okay he did, but not in that way), and he challenged me right back. When we made out after we had gone to bed, it would be a struggle for the power. We weren’t fighting, it was very sweet, but still. I had to act in a total different way than I would with a girl. And now, after only a few days into our sort of-relationship, I had adjusted and I felt safe, simply because Gerard was as awesome and laidback as he was. I felt safe with him. I wanted him.
Gerard grinned at my little statement and leaned forward to catch my lips with his. He palmed my cheeks, making sure that I wouldn’t pull away this time before he let his tongue glide carefully over my bottom lip. I opened my mouth slightly, happily accepting his tongue against mine as we deepened the kiss. While sighing contently, I let my hands wander over his back, gripping his shirt as I pulled him closer. There was something arousing about making out like this. We were not hidden by a locked door, so any of the other guys could come in any second and see us. It was exciting. We weren’t really afraid of telling the others now, it was the excitement of hiding that kept us going behind their backs. Seriously, sucking one another off while ‘just being upstairs and changing clothes’ was a major turn on.
“Really sure?” he whispered against my lips when he pulled away slowly, only to rest his forehead against mine.
“Really sure,” I grinned, kissing him again. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, as he pulled away and grabbed my hand and pulled me hastily with me towards the stairs. The sandwiches were completely forgotten.
“We’re going to bed too,” he called out to our sleeping friends. Bob mumbled something that sounded like ‘condom,’ which made me grin. He didn’t know how right he was.
By the time we got into our room after a quick visit to the bathroom to brush our teeth and I was pushed against the door, Gerard’s lips all over mine, realization hit me. I shuddered slightly, I could feel my knees shaking a little and the hands that were grasping Gerard’s hair trembled. Gerard put his palms on my cheeks and looked me deeply in the eyes as his forehead rested affectionately against mine.
“You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to…” he whispered softly. I sighed deeply as I looked down, before I met his gaze again. I knew that. But I had made my decision. Smirking a little, I let my trembling hand pull up the bottle of lube I still had in my back pocket and put it in his hand. When he realized what it was, he smirked and let his free hand pull me towards the bed.
We managed to get on top of the sheets in the middle of the bed without breaking the kiss once. Gerard’s strong arms were helpful as he lifted me up on it, so that I was lying on my back. Still in our heated lip lock, he climbed on top of me, taking my hands in his and placed them on each side of my head as our fingers intertwined. I was suddenly so aware of everything. Every sound, every touch and feeling seemed ten times stronger, and ten times more sensual and arousing. Maybe it was my sudden nervousness that made me so aware, along with the knowledge of what was about to happen.
We moved fast together, battling a little as we used to, but we still maintained a sensual speed. Our lips raised and parted together, both of our tongues exploring and tasting. I tasted the inside of his mouth, appreciating every little detail of it. The feeling of wet flesh against flesh, making gradual sucking and smacking noises that erupted from our damp and warm mouths every now and then as our speed progressed, it was all so sensual. It was always like this, kissing Gerard. He was so different from all my previous kisses, so much more special. And now, it was like our first kiss all over again and I gave all of myself into the kiss. After minutes he parted our lips again and pulled a few inched away from me. His lips were a bit swollen and red, and twisted in a content smile. As he brushed my bangs out of my eyes, he took a few seconds to just look at me. I looked right back, smiling as I palmed his chin with one hand I let my thumb stroke over his soft skin.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Hi,” I answered, my mouth twisting into a wry little smile.
“Hey…”
I noticed the golden flecks that speckled his deep, hazel eyes. Fuck, could he be any more beautiful? Slowly, he leaned back down again and continued to kiss me tenderly. Soon his lips traced away from my lips to my jaw, and down my neck. He knew very well that my neck was a very sensitive part of my body, and I could feel him grin against my skin as I let out a ragged breath and pressed my head back against the soft material of the bed, allowing him better access. He placed soft, open mouth kisses on my neck, making sure to brand me even more, but he also kissed me everywhere else. He kissed my flushed cheeks, my forehead, my nose and my ears, making me shudder with pleasure as he tickled the sensitive skin on the shells of my ears.
My hands were gripping and pulling the material on the back of his shirt as I panted, getting more excited by each of his dedicated movements. Slipping my hands under the hem of it slowly, I started to pull it up. I could feel him shudder as I dragged my fingers against his skin slightly as I pulled it further and further up his torso. His lips left the skin on my neck reluctantly a few seconds as I pulled the shirt completely off his shoulders and tossed it somewhere off the bed. He put his hands hem of my shirt as he started up sucking my skin again, and soon it was on the floor next to his. Now that our chests were bare, skin to skin, our arousal increased significantly. His mouth traced down from my neck and he started sucking down on my collarbone, digging his teeth in slightly as he lowered himself down. His lips worked their way along my upper chest, progressing further by the second. He trailed his tongue over my skin, leaving a slick trail of saliva as he went further and further down. When he reached my hard nipples, he nibbled carefully with his teeth as his tongue moved around them, making soft suction noises.
His hands that had been perched on my hips so far started to stroke up and down my sides, tickling my skin as his fingers played around. At the same time his lips left my nipples, leaving them cold as the wet saliva of his hit the air. He kissed further down, still nibbling and sucking and licking. It drove me mad. My arousal was pretty obvious for him, I knew, as my pants had become tighter and tighter from the second he touched me over by the door. And when he bravely pressed our hips together, I gasped, because it was obvious that I wasn’t the only one feeling that way in the room.
“Gerard!” I gasped as he trusted his girth hard against mine in one swift movement before they separated when he moved further down my body. He was now kissing around my navel, looking up at me with a dirty smirk on his lips. I watched him with sated eyes under my suddenly heavy lids, not really able to do anything. Not only because all my limbs felt complete useless and jelly-like because of what he did to me, but because his hands held me firmly pinned down. I had had my hands on his back, stroking his bare skin, but as he had moved down to nibble on the thin skin right over the hem of my jeans, this became more difficult. He seemed perfectly fine with my absent reciprocating, though. I knew from the past days that Gerard simply loved to take control over me, to see me writhe and moan at his actions. It seemed like making me feel good was as satisfying to him as when I did this things to him. And I didn’t complain.
When he palmed my obvious erection through the material of my jeans, I bucked eagerly up against his hands. He only laughed a little.
“Eager, are we?” he teased.
“Fuck, yeah,” I moaned, lost in the pleasure at he started rubbing me. “Gerard, please.”
He seemed to understand what I meant as he started to unbuckle of my belt and undid my button and zipper with a swift movement of his hand. This was something we had gotten used to the previous days, but that I thought I would never grow tired of. He grabbed the hem of my jeans with both hands and started pulling them down, making me gasp again as he dragged his hand hard down over the front of my boxers. I lifted my hips a little, making it easier for him to drag the material over my hips. It was soon discarded on the floor along with our shirts and my socks. As soon as I was only hidden by the material of my boxers, I sat up on my knees and pulled him up with me. I kissed him tenderly as I fidgeted with his belt and zipper, before pulling his jeans down too. He lifted his knees so that I could pull them completely off him. When we were both only clad in our boxers, he pulled me softly back onto the mattress again, making me hit it with a silent thud. He straddled my hips and just sat there for a second, looking at me again. He smiled softly.
“You’re so beautiful, Frank,” he whispered tenderly, before leaning down, engulfing any respond I tried to utter as he kissed me again. Soon his lips were following their earlier way down my chest and stomach. And when he dipped his tongue into my navel, he gave me a mischievous look as he pulled down my boxers. While stroking his palms up and down my hips and thighs, he took me into his mouth.
“Gerard. Oh!”
He let his tongue slide hard over my head and into my slit, making me pant and grip the sheets on each side of my head hard as I pushed my head hard back into the pillow. Slowly, he took my whole length into his warm, wet mouth, before pulling off completely and leaving me as a panting and heaving mess. I whined, wanting him to go on, but took the hint pretty fast. I pushed him over so that he was to one lying on his back, and kissed him hard. Eager to get going, I started nibbling and sucking on his nipples as I pulled off his boxers. I kissed fast down his stomach, pleased to find him completely hard and already leaking with precome. I wished to take everything slow like he had done to me, but I simply couldn’t restrain myself. I was impatient like this. When I reached his girth, I started kissing up his cock slowly, keeping eye contact with him all the way. He watched me with heavily lidded eyes as he sat perched up on his elbows. But when I reached his head and took it into my mouth, his eyes shut and he dropped his head back against his shoulders and moaned loudly.
“Frank, you’re so fucking good,” he gasped. I grinned and hummed around him as I started to suck around him. He didn’t let me keep on going for long, as he soon gripped my shoulders and make me reluctantly roll back on the bed again. I actually liked sucking him off. The tastes that had been awkward to begin with were now only delightful and arousing.
Gerard sat down between my thighs as he started licking my cock again, and grabbed the lube that had been discarded on the drawer until now. He flicked open the top and poured a little amount over the fingers on his right hand. As he sucked down hard on the tip of my cock, he rubbed his fingers together, slicking them up. I started to get nervous again.
He seemed to notice that my knees were shaking slightly for the second time that night, because he rubbed his dry hand reassuringly over my thigh and stopped the sucking to look at me.
“Hey, are you okay?” he smiled.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just, scared,” I murmured.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll be really careful, okay? You know that? And we don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” I sighed. “Really. Just, quick.”
He gave me one last comforting look before he traced his slick fingers down my cock, making me moan and buck again. He slid them further down over my balls and even further so that at last were positioned over my opening. He traced them around a little, teasing the skin and moistening it. It felt really good so far.
“You ready?” he asked, and I nodded. He didn’t proceed before I opened my eyes and gave him a reassuringly ‘yes.’ First then he perched the middle finger right in front of my opening and started to push it inside, achingly slow. I tensed up and receded when I first felt his digit go into me, letting out a jagged breath as he slid in up to the knuckle. He stopped for a moment to let me adjust while I squirmed uncomfortably by his touch.
“Just relax,” he whispered as he slid the finger out a little before pushing it back in. He slid in a second one, curving them a little to stretch me out. “I promise it’ll get better.”
I tried to relax, I really did, but it wasn’t helping much. There wasn’t anything pleasurable with this, it was uncomfortable. I hadn’t had anything up my ass before, and had really found the thought of it directly disgusting. As I’ve said, just think of what usually comes out of there. It didn’t hurt per se, but, fuck, I knew it was going to. This was just his fingers. His cock was much thicker, and would hurt, I knew it would. I had admired and appreciated his size before, but now it just seemed to scare the shit out of me. I relaxed a little when I remembered Pete’s words. It would hurt at first. But then it would be absolutely, mind-blowingly amazing. We had heard the load moans and muffled thuds from Pete and Mikey’s room every night (much to Gerard’s despair. “Dude, that’s my fucking brother’s sex noises!”), so it must have been something worth repeating. And I had heard for a fact that gay couples had more sex than straight couples. It couldn’t be that bad, right?
After scissoring the two fingers around for a long time, he slipped in the third one. He pulled them in and out rapidly, yet carefully, and I could feel my hole beginning to stretch out a little. It wasn’t all that bad anymore, to be honest. After what seemed like forever, when the burning sensation had disappeared and I had started to relax, he pulled out. He kissed quickly up my torso and found my lips, kissing me deeply for a minute. He lay down on top of me now, our crotches rubbing together, creating amazing friction. He seemed to take his time to make sure that I was comfortable, but I grew impatient.
I took his hands that had been resting by our side in mine and pulled them down. Placing them firmly on the over sides of my thighs, I used his hands to push my legs apart so that he fitted in between them. When I pulled up my knees and steadied my legs on my heels, he stopped kissing me to look at me.
“Ready? Now?” he panted. I smiled and nodded while brushing away the few strays of hair that had stuck to his forehead, slick with sweat. He sat up on his knees and grabbed the bottle of lube again, and poured lots of it into his palm. Without wasting any time, he slid his slick hand up and down his own length, moaning at the action and closing his eyes.
I could have a fucking orgasm right there and then at the sight.
When he was ready he leaned down again and gave me a peck on my lips before he took hold of my hips and lifted them up a little. He positioned himself outside my opening and leaned down looking for reassurance in my eyes.
“Are you ready?”
I nodded again, laying my hands over his shoulders. He let out a little sigh and rested his forehead against mine as he began to push himself slowly inside my lubricated entrance. I gasped at the initial burn of pain I felt immediately when I felt his head pop inside me within moments. I shut my eyes tight, groaning at the stretch of pain that flooded though my body.
“Shh, easy. It’s okay,” Gerard whispered in my ear. He had stopped moving for a second to let me get used to the sudden stretch of my entrance. I felt his cock throb inside of me as he slowly started up his movements again. It felt like hours before he was completely inside, all the way to the hilt. That was when I realized that I had held my breath all the time. I let it out roughly. With one hand placed firmly on my hip, he used the other one to stoke his thumb over my chin, calming me down.
“It’ll be better soon, I promise,” he whispered. I nodded, hoping with all my life that he was right.
“Ok, move,” I gasped. He let both hands steady my waist as he pulled out a little, carefully, before slipping back in.
His in and out movements kept on for what seemed like forever, achingly slow, and seemed to run more smoothly for each minute that passed. We kissed sloppily, absolutely drenched in sweat. As the burning pain subsided more and more, I started to actually enjoy myself a bit. Gerard moaned and whimpered silently, so I knew it was good for him, especially when he moaned out profanities and little dirty sentences about how tight and good I was. It was enough for me to want this to keep going, and to want it to last.
After moments of slow, slow movements where Gerard slid in and out of me just enough to let air come in between out two bodies, and then back in, I got more and more acclimated to this.
“You can go faster,” I whispered hotly into his mouth. We were both sweating and panting heavily. He opened his eyes and looked at me before he grabbed my hand in his. Carefully, he sped up his movements a bit. He also pulled further out each time before he went back in.
Suddenly I let out a loud, whimpering moan and my back arched of the mattress. I gripped his back hard as my eyes rolled back. He had hit this, this spot, inside me with the head of his cock that had created a feeling I had never felt before. It made all the burning sensations disappear immediately.
“There?” Gerard grinned.
“Y-yes!” I gasped, not really sure what I was answering on, but heck, I would definitely refer to that spot as there. I shifted my hips a little, eager to feel that sensation again. Gerard thrusted in deep and hard, trying to hit exactly that spot and succeeded dead on.
“Nnnngf! Oh God, Gerard.” I moaned. I lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist so that he could thrust in more effectively. Our speed (and moans and breaths) had increased significantly, and I forgot all about the pain as he hit that spot almost every time he thrust in. It felt like a fucking orgasm each time, only that I didn’t come, and it was a bit quicker.
After this new sensation, I became aware of the other sensations in my body each time he hit that spot. It was this thrilling feeling that flooded though my bloodstream, all the way out to my toes and fingers, and made my eyelashes flutter. I could feel him glide in and out of me and, fuck, it was an awesome feeling. We were cooperating, a team, moaning and breathing together. It was fucking perfect.
“Faster, faster,” I moaned loudly, happy that the walls were pretty thick.
His hand that wasn’t holding mine began to drape over my hip to wrap around my cock. He stroked it and let his thumb fold over my leaking slit before he began to pump it in sync with our now frantic thrusts.
We were moaning loudly when he hit that spot in my one last time before I spasmed, feeling the muscles in the bottom of my stomach compress and my muscles clench hard around Gerard as I exploded in his hands, my back arching up and incoherent moans falling from my wide opened mouth. He brought his lips to mine, our tongues intertwining desperately while I rode out my orgasm into his fist that was now coated with my semen. Seconds later, still in the bliss of orgasm, I felt him change his thrusting rhythm into me, as he too came. I swear, the frantic, whimpering moans he made right then was the sexiest sound I had ever heard, and it made me spasm and come just a little bit more. I fell limp back into the sheets as he did the same on top of me after riding out his orgasm with a few more thrusts, totally exhausted from our orgasms.
After we had laid there for a few moments to catch our breaths, he pulled out carefully and lay down beside me. I could already feel his fluids starting to glide out of me, sliding down my thighs. We turned to each other again and shared a wet, sloppy kiss. He pulled away a little while after to stroke away my bangs that were sticking to my drenched forehead, and smiled happily at me.
“You were amazing,” he whispered. I grinned.
“Wow. So were you. Wow. I mean. What was that? That, spot?” I whispered lazily. It made Gerard grin wildly and snicker a little.
“Yeah, that was pretty amazing, huh? It was your prostate,” he explained.
“Prostate?” I had never heard of such a thing before. How could it be, that we all had this number fucking one source for pleasure inside of us, without knowing so? It should have been the first fucking thing we were told about when we were born, Godamnit. But of course, then we’d all be gay and the world would go to shit because no one would sleep with women to make babies. It was probably a government decision.
“Yup. I have no idea why it’s there. But fuck, I’m glad it is!” he laughed. I grinned too as I pulled the sheets over us, cuddling in close to him.
“Oh my, so am I,” I grinned.
It didn’t take long before we fell asleep, him spooning me affectionately.
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Butt sex, huh? :D I really need some reviews on this one. I'm really not sure if it turned out as good smut, or just clicèd or not realistic. I'll say as I always do; comments keep me happy, and keeps me updating faster :D Where did all the commenters go? *Looks around for a comment-party where they're all busy or something* *Gives everyone the cat-in-shrek eyes so they can't resist commenting*
Author: waybeyondreason
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
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; you're my little rays of sunshine! 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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”You guys, we’re gonna call it a night. See you tomorrow, right?” Pete said as he and Mikey got up from the couch and headed for the stairs up to the second floor. They received a half-nod from a very sleepy Bob who was the only one still watching the movie we had put on earlier in the evening. It was a way too long action movie of some sort that had lost our interest a long time ago. On each side he had a sleeping Ray and a sleeping Brendon resting their heads on his shoulders. Ray was snoring loudly, drooling on Bob’s shirt. Luckily for him, Bob was too sleepy to notice.
“Okay. Don’t make too much noise tonight, huh? You kept us awake all last night. We know now that Pete is ‘soo gooood,’ Mikey. Please not ruin my poor brain more than it already is,” Gerard joked from our position in the kitchen. I was standing by the kitchen island, making us a sandwich and Gerard was sitting by the table reading the latest issue of Rock Sound. He received a middle finger from his baby bother, which made him utter that cute little giggle of his.
“Oh, like we needed anything to keep us awake,” I winked at him when I was sure that no one heard. He winked back before he got to his feet and walked over to where I was standing. Safely hidden behind the kitchen wall he stood closely behind me, pressing his chest to my back and snuck his hands around my middle. I shuddered and giggled when he pampered my neck with soft kisses.
“If you keep doing that I might just have to fuck you hard right here on the counter,” I giggled.
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” he said, his voice muffled against my skin. I turned around and put my palms flat against his chest, sliding them sensually up and around his neck before I pulled him in for a soft kiss. He kissed me eagerly back, waiting for the kiss to deepen, but I pulled back a few inches to give him a mischievous grin.
“No, it’s not. But…” I trailed out, whispering against his lips. I loved it when we were positioned like this so I could feel his soft, warm breath mingle with mine. “When we get upstairs, I might change my mind.” He pulled away a few inches to look at me properly. His eyes were a little widened in surprise, and his lips turned upwards in a mischievous, wry little smirk.
“You would?”
“Uh huh, I’m pretty certain I would,” I teased, stroking my lips carefully against his, looking directly into his eyes, in a more or less challenging way. I felt like I had gotten the hang of this, flirting and teasing with him. He made me feel secure and wanted, so that I felt like making moves towards him. I had always been a big flirt, not scared to lead girls on and such, but it had been different with Gerard in the start, mostly because he was a guy. That was unusual to me, not only because I was tossed into this new homosexuality I hadn’t been aware of before, but because guys simply were so different from girls. When I flirted with girls they would giggle and follow my leads all the time. I was the superior one. But Gerard didn’t giggle (okay he did, but not in that way), and he challenged me right back. When we made out after we had gone to bed, it would be a struggle for the power. We weren’t fighting, it was very sweet, but still. I had to act in a total different way than I would with a girl. And now, after only a few days into our sort of-relationship, I had adjusted and I felt safe, simply because Gerard was as awesome and laidback as he was. I felt safe with him. I wanted him.
Gerard grinned at my little statement and leaned forward to catch my lips with his. He palmed my cheeks, making sure that I wouldn’t pull away this time before he let his tongue glide carefully over my bottom lip. I opened my mouth slightly, happily accepting his tongue against mine as we deepened the kiss. While sighing contently, I let my hands wander over his back, gripping his shirt as I pulled him closer. There was something arousing about making out like this. We were not hidden by a locked door, so any of the other guys could come in any second and see us. It was exciting. We weren’t really afraid of telling the others now, it was the excitement of hiding that kept us going behind their backs. Seriously, sucking one another off while ‘just being upstairs and changing clothes’ was a major turn on.
“Really sure?” he whispered against my lips when he pulled away slowly, only to rest his forehead against mine.
“Really sure,” I grinned, kissing him again. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, as he pulled away and grabbed my hand and pulled me hastily with me towards the stairs. The sandwiches were completely forgotten.
“We’re going to bed too,” he called out to our sleeping friends. Bob mumbled something that sounded like ‘condom,’ which made me grin. He didn’t know how right he was.
By the time we got into our room after a quick visit to the bathroom to brush our teeth and I was pushed against the door, Gerard’s lips all over mine, realization hit me. I shuddered slightly, I could feel my knees shaking a little and the hands that were grasping Gerard’s hair trembled. Gerard put his palms on my cheeks and looked me deeply in the eyes as his forehead rested affectionately against mine.
“You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to…” he whispered softly. I sighed deeply as I looked down, before I met his gaze again. I knew that. But I had made my decision. Smirking a little, I let my trembling hand pull up the bottle of lube I still had in my back pocket and put it in his hand. When he realized what it was, he smirked and let his free hand pull me towards the bed.
We managed to get on top of the sheets in the middle of the bed without breaking the kiss once. Gerard’s strong arms were helpful as he lifted me up on it, so that I was lying on my back. Still in our heated lip lock, he climbed on top of me, taking my hands in his and placed them on each side of my head as our fingers intertwined. I was suddenly so aware of everything. Every sound, every touch and feeling seemed ten times stronger, and ten times more sensual and arousing. Maybe it was my sudden nervousness that made me so aware, along with the knowledge of what was about to happen.
We moved fast together, battling a little as we used to, but we still maintained a sensual speed. Our lips raised and parted together, both of our tongues exploring and tasting. I tasted the inside of his mouth, appreciating every little detail of it. The feeling of wet flesh against flesh, making gradual sucking and smacking noises that erupted from our damp and warm mouths every now and then as our speed progressed, it was all so sensual. It was always like this, kissing Gerard. He was so different from all my previous kisses, so much more special. And now, it was like our first kiss all over again and I gave all of myself into the kiss. After minutes he parted our lips again and pulled a few inched away from me. His lips were a bit swollen and red, and twisted in a content smile. As he brushed my bangs out of my eyes, he took a few seconds to just look at me. I looked right back, smiling as I palmed his chin with one hand I let my thumb stroke over his soft skin.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Hi,” I answered, my mouth twisting into a wry little smile.
“Hey…”
I noticed the golden flecks that speckled his deep, hazel eyes. Fuck, could he be any more beautiful? Slowly, he leaned back down again and continued to kiss me tenderly. Soon his lips traced away from my lips to my jaw, and down my neck. He knew very well that my neck was a very sensitive part of my body, and I could feel him grin against my skin as I let out a ragged breath and pressed my head back against the soft material of the bed, allowing him better access. He placed soft, open mouth kisses on my neck, making sure to brand me even more, but he also kissed me everywhere else. He kissed my flushed cheeks, my forehead, my nose and my ears, making me shudder with pleasure as he tickled the sensitive skin on the shells of my ears.
My hands were gripping and pulling the material on the back of his shirt as I panted, getting more excited by each of his dedicated movements. Slipping my hands under the hem of it slowly, I started to pull it up. I could feel him shudder as I dragged my fingers against his skin slightly as I pulled it further and further up his torso. His lips left the skin on my neck reluctantly a few seconds as I pulled the shirt completely off his shoulders and tossed it somewhere off the bed. He put his hands hem of my shirt as he started up sucking my skin again, and soon it was on the floor next to his. Now that our chests were bare, skin to skin, our arousal increased significantly. His mouth traced down from my neck and he started sucking down on my collarbone, digging his teeth in slightly as he lowered himself down. His lips worked their way along my upper chest, progressing further by the second. He trailed his tongue over my skin, leaving a slick trail of saliva as he went further and further down. When he reached my hard nipples, he nibbled carefully with his teeth as his tongue moved around them, making soft suction noises.
His hands that had been perched on my hips so far started to stroke up and down my sides, tickling my skin as his fingers played around. At the same time his lips left my nipples, leaving them cold as the wet saliva of his hit the air. He kissed further down, still nibbling and sucking and licking. It drove me mad. My arousal was pretty obvious for him, I knew, as my pants had become tighter and tighter from the second he touched me over by the door. And when he bravely pressed our hips together, I gasped, because it was obvious that I wasn’t the only one feeling that way in the room.
“Gerard!” I gasped as he trusted his girth hard against mine in one swift movement before they separated when he moved further down my body. He was now kissing around my navel, looking up at me with a dirty smirk on his lips. I watched him with sated eyes under my suddenly heavy lids, not really able to do anything. Not only because all my limbs felt complete useless and jelly-like because of what he did to me, but because his hands held me firmly pinned down. I had had my hands on his back, stroking his bare skin, but as he had moved down to nibble on the thin skin right over the hem of my jeans, this became more difficult. He seemed perfectly fine with my absent reciprocating, though. I knew from the past days that Gerard simply loved to take control over me, to see me writhe and moan at his actions. It seemed like making me feel good was as satisfying to him as when I did this things to him. And I didn’t complain.
When he palmed my obvious erection through the material of my jeans, I bucked eagerly up against his hands. He only laughed a little.
“Eager, are we?” he teased.
“Fuck, yeah,” I moaned, lost in the pleasure at he started rubbing me. “Gerard, please.”
He seemed to understand what I meant as he started to unbuckle of my belt and undid my button and zipper with a swift movement of his hand. This was something we had gotten used to the previous days, but that I thought I would never grow tired of. He grabbed the hem of my jeans with both hands and started pulling them down, making me gasp again as he dragged his hand hard down over the front of my boxers. I lifted my hips a little, making it easier for him to drag the material over my hips. It was soon discarded on the floor along with our shirts and my socks. As soon as I was only hidden by the material of my boxers, I sat up on my knees and pulled him up with me. I kissed him tenderly as I fidgeted with his belt and zipper, before pulling his jeans down too. He lifted his knees so that I could pull them completely off him. When we were both only clad in our boxers, he pulled me softly back onto the mattress again, making me hit it with a silent thud. He straddled my hips and just sat there for a second, looking at me again. He smiled softly.
“You’re so beautiful, Frank,” he whispered tenderly, before leaning down, engulfing any respond I tried to utter as he kissed me again. Soon his lips were following their earlier way down my chest and stomach. And when he dipped his tongue into my navel, he gave me a mischievous look as he pulled down my boxers. While stroking his palms up and down my hips and thighs, he took me into his mouth.
“Gerard. Oh!”
He let his tongue slide hard over my head and into my slit, making me pant and grip the sheets on each side of my head hard as I pushed my head hard back into the pillow. Slowly, he took my whole length into his warm, wet mouth, before pulling off completely and leaving me as a panting and heaving mess. I whined, wanting him to go on, but took the hint pretty fast. I pushed him over so that he was to one lying on his back, and kissed him hard. Eager to get going, I started nibbling and sucking on his nipples as I pulled off his boxers. I kissed fast down his stomach, pleased to find him completely hard and already leaking with precome. I wished to take everything slow like he had done to me, but I simply couldn’t restrain myself. I was impatient like this. When I reached his girth, I started kissing up his cock slowly, keeping eye contact with him all the way. He watched me with heavily lidded eyes as he sat perched up on his elbows. But when I reached his head and took it into my mouth, his eyes shut and he dropped his head back against his shoulders and moaned loudly.
“Frank, you’re so fucking good,” he gasped. I grinned and hummed around him as I started to suck around him. He didn’t let me keep on going for long, as he soon gripped my shoulders and make me reluctantly roll back on the bed again. I actually liked sucking him off. The tastes that had been awkward to begin with were now only delightful and arousing.
Gerard sat down between my thighs as he started licking my cock again, and grabbed the lube that had been discarded on the drawer until now. He flicked open the top and poured a little amount over the fingers on his right hand. As he sucked down hard on the tip of my cock, he rubbed his fingers together, slicking them up. I started to get nervous again.
He seemed to notice that my knees were shaking slightly for the second time that night, because he rubbed his dry hand reassuringly over my thigh and stopped the sucking to look at me.
“Hey, are you okay?” he smiled.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just, scared,” I murmured.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll be really careful, okay? You know that? And we don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” I sighed. “Really. Just, quick.”
He gave me one last comforting look before he traced his slick fingers down my cock, making me moan and buck again. He slid them further down over my balls and even further so that at last were positioned over my opening. He traced them around a little, teasing the skin and moistening it. It felt really good so far.
“You ready?” he asked, and I nodded. He didn’t proceed before I opened my eyes and gave him a reassuringly ‘yes.’ First then he perched the middle finger right in front of my opening and started to push it inside, achingly slow. I tensed up and receded when I first felt his digit go into me, letting out a jagged breath as he slid in up to the knuckle. He stopped for a moment to let me adjust while I squirmed uncomfortably by his touch.
“Just relax,” he whispered as he slid the finger out a little before pushing it back in. He slid in a second one, curving them a little to stretch me out. “I promise it’ll get better.”
I tried to relax, I really did, but it wasn’t helping much. There wasn’t anything pleasurable with this, it was uncomfortable. I hadn’t had anything up my ass before, and had really found the thought of it directly disgusting. As I’ve said, just think of what usually comes out of there. It didn’t hurt per se, but, fuck, I knew it was going to. This was just his fingers. His cock was much thicker, and would hurt, I knew it would. I had admired and appreciated his size before, but now it just seemed to scare the shit out of me. I relaxed a little when I remembered Pete’s words. It would hurt at first. But then it would be absolutely, mind-blowingly amazing. We had heard the load moans and muffled thuds from Pete and Mikey’s room every night (much to Gerard’s despair. “Dude, that’s my fucking brother’s sex noises!”), so it must have been something worth repeating. And I had heard for a fact that gay couples had more sex than straight couples. It couldn’t be that bad, right?
After scissoring the two fingers around for a long time, he slipped in the third one. He pulled them in and out rapidly, yet carefully, and I could feel my hole beginning to stretch out a little. It wasn’t all that bad anymore, to be honest. After what seemed like forever, when the burning sensation had disappeared and I had started to relax, he pulled out. He kissed quickly up my torso and found my lips, kissing me deeply for a minute. He lay down on top of me now, our crotches rubbing together, creating amazing friction. He seemed to take his time to make sure that I was comfortable, but I grew impatient.
I took his hands that had been resting by our side in mine and pulled them down. Placing them firmly on the over sides of my thighs, I used his hands to push my legs apart so that he fitted in between them. When I pulled up my knees and steadied my legs on my heels, he stopped kissing me to look at me.
“Ready? Now?” he panted. I smiled and nodded while brushing away the few strays of hair that had stuck to his forehead, slick with sweat. He sat up on his knees and grabbed the bottle of lube again, and poured lots of it into his palm. Without wasting any time, he slid his slick hand up and down his own length, moaning at the action and closing his eyes.
I could have a fucking orgasm right there and then at the sight.
When he was ready he leaned down again and gave me a peck on my lips before he took hold of my hips and lifted them up a little. He positioned himself outside my opening and leaned down looking for reassurance in my eyes.
“Are you ready?”
I nodded again, laying my hands over his shoulders. He let out a little sigh and rested his forehead against mine as he began to push himself slowly inside my lubricated entrance. I gasped at the initial burn of pain I felt immediately when I felt his head pop inside me within moments. I shut my eyes tight, groaning at the stretch of pain that flooded though my body.
“Shh, easy. It’s okay,” Gerard whispered in my ear. He had stopped moving for a second to let me get used to the sudden stretch of my entrance. I felt his cock throb inside of me as he slowly started up his movements again. It felt like hours before he was completely inside, all the way to the hilt. That was when I realized that I had held my breath all the time. I let it out roughly. With one hand placed firmly on my hip, he used the other one to stoke his thumb over my chin, calming me down.
“It’ll be better soon, I promise,” he whispered. I nodded, hoping with all my life that he was right.
“Ok, move,” I gasped. He let both hands steady my waist as he pulled out a little, carefully, before slipping back in.
His in and out movements kept on for what seemed like forever, achingly slow, and seemed to run more smoothly for each minute that passed. We kissed sloppily, absolutely drenched in sweat. As the burning pain subsided more and more, I started to actually enjoy myself a bit. Gerard moaned and whimpered silently, so I knew it was good for him, especially when he moaned out profanities and little dirty sentences about how tight and good I was. It was enough for me to want this to keep going, and to want it to last.
After moments of slow, slow movements where Gerard slid in and out of me just enough to let air come in between out two bodies, and then back in, I got more and more acclimated to this.
“You can go faster,” I whispered hotly into his mouth. We were both sweating and panting heavily. He opened his eyes and looked at me before he grabbed my hand in his. Carefully, he sped up his movements a bit. He also pulled further out each time before he went back in.
Suddenly I let out a loud, whimpering moan and my back arched of the mattress. I gripped his back hard as my eyes rolled back. He had hit this, this spot, inside me with the head of his cock that had created a feeling I had never felt before. It made all the burning sensations disappear immediately.
“There?” Gerard grinned.
“Y-yes!” I gasped, not really sure what I was answering on, but heck, I would definitely refer to that spot as there. I shifted my hips a little, eager to feel that sensation again. Gerard thrusted in deep and hard, trying to hit exactly that spot and succeeded dead on.
“Nnnngf! Oh God, Gerard.” I moaned. I lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist so that he could thrust in more effectively. Our speed (and moans and breaths) had increased significantly, and I forgot all about the pain as he hit that spot almost every time he thrust in. It felt like a fucking orgasm each time, only that I didn’t come, and it was a bit quicker.
After this new sensation, I became aware of the other sensations in my body each time he hit that spot. It was this thrilling feeling that flooded though my bloodstream, all the way out to my toes and fingers, and made my eyelashes flutter. I could feel him glide in and out of me and, fuck, it was an awesome feeling. We were cooperating, a team, moaning and breathing together. It was fucking perfect.
“Faster, faster,” I moaned loudly, happy that the walls were pretty thick.
His hand that wasn’t holding mine began to drape over my hip to wrap around my cock. He stroked it and let his thumb fold over my leaking slit before he began to pump it in sync with our now frantic thrusts.
We were moaning loudly when he hit that spot in my one last time before I spasmed, feeling the muscles in the bottom of my stomach compress and my muscles clench hard around Gerard as I exploded in his hands, my back arching up and incoherent moans falling from my wide opened mouth. He brought his lips to mine, our tongues intertwining desperately while I rode out my orgasm into his fist that was now coated with my semen. Seconds later, still in the bliss of orgasm, I felt him change his thrusting rhythm into me, as he too came. I swear, the frantic, whimpering moans he made right then was the sexiest sound I had ever heard, and it made me spasm and come just a little bit more. I fell limp back into the sheets as he did the same on top of me after riding out his orgasm with a few more thrusts, totally exhausted from our orgasms.
After we had laid there for a few moments to catch our breaths, he pulled out carefully and lay down beside me. I could already feel his fluids starting to glide out of me, sliding down my thighs. We turned to each other again and shared a wet, sloppy kiss. He pulled away a little while after to stroke away my bangs that were sticking to my drenched forehead, and smiled happily at me.
“You were amazing,” he whispered. I grinned.
“Wow. So were you. Wow. I mean. What was that? That, spot?” I whispered lazily. It made Gerard grin wildly and snicker a little.
“Yeah, that was pretty amazing, huh? It was your prostate,” he explained.
“Prostate?” I had never heard of such a thing before. How could it be, that we all had this number fucking one source for pleasure inside of us, without knowing so? It should have been the first fucking thing we were told about when we were born, Godamnit. But of course, then we’d all be gay and the world would go to shit because no one would sleep with women to make babies. It was probably a government decision.
“Yup. I have no idea why it’s there. But fuck, I’m glad it is!” he laughed. I grinned too as I pulled the sheets over us, cuddling in close to him.
“Oh my, so am I,” I grinned.
It didn’t take long before we fell asleep, him spooning me affectionately.
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Butt sex, huh? :D I really need some reviews on this one. I'm really not sure if it turned out as good smut, or just clicèd or not realistic. I'll say as I always do; comments keep me happy, and keeps me updating faster :D Where did all the commenters go? *Looks around for a comment-party where they're all busy or something* *Gives everyone the cat-in-shrek eyes so they can't resist commenting*