Gee?
Title: Gee?
Pairing: Gerard/Frank.
Rating: R.
Summary: Frank can't sleep until he asks Gerard a question, but Gerard gives him something other than an answer.
Genre: Dirt.
He lay in silence, though through his brain ran a jumbled stream of thoughts, deafening him and making his brain ache, though the aching in his pounding head was nothing compared to the agony running through his body.
Longing thumps through his veins and makes his muscles scream out for the touch of the man just feet away from him. He needed it more than he thought he could need anything.
It was worth more than oxygen and food and water - just skin on skin was all he needed to survive.
Right now he was slowly dying.
He hadn't slept since they'd arrived in this noisy, bustling city, and into the grand hotel. Gerard and Frank were sharing for the first time since Mikey insisted on rooming with Ray for some reason. If he thought being groped on stage was painful, it was nothing to laying in a room with a sleeping, defenceless, semi-naked Gerard Way.
"Gee?" he whispered, voice groggy from extreme lack of sleep, facing the pasty and unattractive wall, counting the air bubbles and brush streaks.
"Hmmm?" was his grumbled reply. He was awake. Oh.
"What would you do if I said I wanted to have sex with you right now?" he says, sighing slightly, not knowing why he was saying this, head so stuffed up with thoughts about the older man that he didn't quite know what he was doing.
"I'd climb into your bed and strip you…"
"Oh."
"Then run my tongue over every inch of your skin…"
"Would you now?"
"Then I'd kiss you until we were both so hot that we couldn't even breathe…"
"Really?"
"Then I'd press my naked body to yours and touch you until you scream my name…"
"Interesting.."
"Then.." his voice changed, going from sensual to rough in moments, "I'd fuck you through the mattress and right through the floor below…"
All he could do was gulp, rolling to his side to look at the vocalist, squinting through the night, the pale moonlight from the window behind them flitting over his skin, making it glow a ghostly pale.
He looked peaceful, just on the boundaries of sleep, eyes closed and hands tucked under his pillow, sheet pulled up to his waist, baring his chest.
"Night, Frank.." he muttered, the words sliding from his lips.
"G'night, Gerard…" he replied, biting on his lower lip.
Minutes that felt like hours slid their way slowly past, bringing with them the ringing of Gerard's words in his ears.
"Gee?" he whispers into the almost buzzing night air.
"Hmmm?"
"Is that what they call a mind fuck?"
"Pretty much.." he yawned before falling into the gloved clutches of sleep.
Pairing: Gerard/Frank.
Rating: R.
Summary: Frank can't sleep until he asks Gerard a question, but Gerard gives him something other than an answer.
Genre: Dirt.
He lay in silence, though through his brain ran a jumbled stream of thoughts, deafening him and making his brain ache, though the aching in his pounding head was nothing compared to the agony running through his body.
Longing thumps through his veins and makes his muscles scream out for the touch of the man just feet away from him. He needed it more than he thought he could need anything.
It was worth more than oxygen and food and water - just skin on skin was all he needed to survive.
Right now he was slowly dying.
He hadn't slept since they'd arrived in this noisy, bustling city, and into the grand hotel. Gerard and Frank were sharing for the first time since Mikey insisted on rooming with Ray for some reason. If he thought being groped on stage was painful, it was nothing to laying in a room with a sleeping, defenceless, semi-naked Gerard Way.
"Gee?" he whispered, voice groggy from extreme lack of sleep, facing the pasty and unattractive wall, counting the air bubbles and brush streaks.
"Hmmm?" was his grumbled reply. He was awake. Oh.
"What would you do if I said I wanted to have sex with you right now?" he says, sighing slightly, not knowing why he was saying this, head so stuffed up with thoughts about the older man that he didn't quite know what he was doing.
"I'd climb into your bed and strip you…"
"Oh."
"Then run my tongue over every inch of your skin…"
"Would you now?"
"Then I'd kiss you until we were both so hot that we couldn't even breathe…"
"Really?"
"Then I'd press my naked body to yours and touch you until you scream my name…"
"Interesting.."
"Then.." his voice changed, going from sensual to rough in moments, "I'd fuck you through the mattress and right through the floor below…"
All he could do was gulp, rolling to his side to look at the vocalist, squinting through the night, the pale moonlight from the window behind them flitting over his skin, making it glow a ghostly pale.
He looked peaceful, just on the boundaries of sleep, eyes closed and hands tucked under his pillow, sheet pulled up to his waist, baring his chest.
"Night, Frank.." he muttered, the words sliding from his lips.
"G'night, Gerard…" he replied, biting on his lower lip.
Minutes that felt like hours slid their way slowly past, bringing with them the ringing of Gerard's words in his ears.
"Gee?" he whispers into the almost buzzing night air.
"Hmmm?"
"Is that what they call a mind fuck?"
"Pretty much.." he yawned before falling into the gloved clutches of sleep.