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-Title- "Like You Meant It (Hands Down)"
-Band/Pairing- Gerard Way/ Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance)
-Rating- NC-17 for language and hot boy secks
-Summary- what gerard and frankie do in their spare time
-Authors notes or any other information- the first slash i ever wrote, became a three-chaptered thing (which i will post momentarily). this is for those of you who do not go to le mychemicalslash comm. and yet enjoy hot boy sex between members of MCR anyway. felt the need to break away from the vampire garbage and i promise that this is better because i have inspiration
-Disclaimer- i do not own, nor do i know any of the real people mentioned (though i like to believe that i keep gerard chained to my bedposts and that i carry frankie around with me in my pocket for good luck). this DID NOT HAPPEN although i live in hope. p.s. lyrics are from "hands down" by dashboard confessional- good song. you should listen to it. thank you. that is all
Breathe in for luck
Breathe in so deep
This air is blessed
You share with me
When Gerard kissed me the first time, the most prominent thing I noticed was how agressive he was. I had never really realized he was that domineering. He had always shown little agressive qualities, which I'm sure everyone in the world had noticed, but I had never quite known him to unexpectedly lean in and put his lips on mine. I wasn't sure whether to love it or push it away.
I slipped into his kiss, wanting to accept it for a second. Besides, as I was finding out, he was a really good kisser. I had never kissed another guy before. After a moment he pulled away with embarassment.
"Frank," he said softly. "I'm sorry baby," he started to get up off the bunk we were sitting on.
"No," I reached out and grabbed his arm, gently pulling him back down to me. "It's okay,"
"What's okay?" he looked at me suspiciously.
"I liked it," I said shyly.
He laughed. "You're so cute, Frankie," he thought a moment. "No, cute's not the word. Naive,"
He was right. I was naive. I didn't even know that he was... well, like that.
"Why am I naive?" I asked defensively. I wouldn't admit it to myself, but he was right.
"Honey, how many boys have you been with?"
"None," I said, unsure of what he was getting at.
A smile lit up his face.
This night is wild
So calm and dull
These hearts they race
From self-control
"None?" he repeated, still grinning. "See, you're naive,"
"Why? How many have you been with?" I was still unsure of his exact intentions.
"Only one, but that's one more than you sweetheart,"
I hated it when he called me sweetheart. Honey, baby, sugar- anything else I could handle. But I couldn't stand sweetheart.
"I wouldn't know him, would I?"
"It's Bert, but that's not important," I was surprised, but I knew immediately that I shouldnt've been. Everyone could tell that tere was definitely something going on between Bert and Gerard.
"Oh," I said, disappointed for some reason, maybe in my own intuition and knowing my best friend.
"So," he settled down on the bed. "You into guys? Bet you didn't know I was,"
"No, I didn't know you were," I admitted. "But as far as the rest goes- you know, whether I'm into guys or not- I don't know. I've always liked girls and all that shit, and I always will,"
Gerard rolled his eyes at me and brushed a peice of his long black hair out of his face. "Women are overrated. They take your money, your time, your love-"
"Your breath away," I cut in. My voice was too dreamy to come out of me, and the words were too squishy to be mine.
"-And they'll never let you fuck them," he finished. He verbally ignored my last comment but glared at me in acknowledgement anyway. I smiled. He scoffed.
Your legs are smooth
As they graze mine
We're doing fine
We're doing nothing at all
"Well, girls are nice," I tried to make a defense for my cause. "They're pretty and they smells good and..." I fumbled. I wasn't winning.
"But can you relate to them? Can you really understand them? All they want to do is talk, and when you finally try to listen it's like they're speaking another language," he said impatiently. "Besides," he fave me one of his cheeky smiles. "Boys taste better,"
I never in my entire life thought that I would be sitting with Gerard in my bunk on a tour bus, discussing whether boys or girls taste better.
"Nuh-uh," I protested. A childish tone lingered in my voice. "No way,"
I raised my eyebrow at him. His ever increasing smile got wider.
"Want me to show you?"
My hopes are so high
That your kiss might kill me
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy
His hand that had somehow come to rest upon my knee clenched up as he leaned into me. His mouth stopped inches before it met mine.
"You want me to?" he whispered into my face. My breath was caught in my lungs so I just nodded. He puckered his lips and brushed them lightly against mine. What a fucking tease.
"Jesus fucking christ, Gerard. If you're going to give it to me, don't give it to me half-assed,"
He laughed. "Demanding little fucker, aren't you?" He caught me off-guard when he dipped in to kiss me again, this time giving me all he had. This lips were the softest I had ever felt (or at least paid attention to feel) and the hand that wasn't resting on my knee had creeped up to my cheek. He pressed his finger into my cheekbone which tilted my head back, adjusting his angle and opening my mouth momentarily. He took advantage of the second in which my lips were parted to flick his tounge against mine. I hadn't expected this and opened my eyes automatically. I choked on my own breath and pulled away.
"You don't want this?" he sounded disappointed and flecks of anger defiled his voice. I was disappointed in myself for letting him down, and almost scared that he would burst into a tantrum.
"I want it, you just surprised me,"
"If you didn't want me to kiss you, you should have said something from the start," he rolled himself off me and curled into a ball on the corner of the bed with his back to the wall. I felt horrible. I wanted him to kiss me again so badly. I watched him pull a smashed back of cigarettes out of one pocket and a lighter out of another. Ignoring the rule that explicitly stated no smoking on the bus, he lit one up. That was Gerard, volatile and in complete disregard for the rules. I studied the soft curves of his forever young face as he smoked. His mouth closed around the cigarette in a beautiful circular shape. I loved the way that he casually flicked the ashes from the burning end of the cigarette over the edge of the bunk and onto the linoleum floor below. He turned and saw me watching him. He held out his hand and wordlessly offered me the cigarette which I greatfully accepted.
"Thanks,"
"Kill it," he replied, smoke rolling out of the corner of his mouth and with the far-off look to his eyes that meant his mind was completely displaced. I was wondering what was wrong with him. He usually wasn't this quick to make amends after he was angered. I slowly finished the cigarette, savouring the taste of Gerard that still lingered on the filter. He was right. He tasted better than any girl I had ever kissed before.
"You know," I said after I put out the cigarette and climbed over to seat myself next to him. "You were right. Boys taste better than girls," I voiced my last thought. He immediately changed from somber and pensive to his usual humerous state. His deep green eyes, whose colors were as changeable and unpredicatable as his moods, brightened considerably and his face lit up in a way that I hadn't seen since it was first announced to us that we would be touring the world.
"When I said the stuff about you tasting me, I didn't nessecarily just mean my mouth," he said mischeviously.
This made my ears do a double-take. Did he mean what I thought he meant? Was that even a possibility? Well of course it was a possibility, but would it come to that?
"I'm willing to give you another chance," was he expecting a response? If he was expecting one, he wasn't going to get one, as my jaw hung agape at his words. "Come here," he put one arm around the back of my head and with the forefinger of the other, tapped my mouth shut. His lips met mine for a brief second until I found that his body that I had once thought to be rather frail and weak was looking down into my eyes, straddling me.
"Now honey," he looked very serious atop me, draped in his expected all black, one leg on either side of my torso. "You say this is what you really want? 'Cause if it is, I'll teach you everything you need to know,"
I gulped audibly and stared into his passionate eyes that were widened in worry. "Yes," I whispered.
My heart is yours to fill or burst
To break or bury
Or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer
He smiled and began stripping off his own jacket to reveal his pale, thin arms. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the corner on the opposite side of the room. I stared in wonder at his bare chest.
"What are you gonna do, stay dressed all day?" he asked as he gave up on his own stubborn belt buckle and began working on mine.
"Gerard, what if the guys find us?" I managed to stammer out as I peeled my yellow skate shirt over my head and followed his lead by throwing it off the side of the bed.
"Don't worry about that Frankie," he slowly pulled the belt that snaked around my body out of its loops. He dismissed it like the rest of the clothing we had managed to tear off ourselves and went back to fumbling with his infamous bat belt. "They're all out for today, Mikey said something about the beach and asked if I wanted to come," I furrowed my eyebrows. Gerard, the beach? Somehow the image of him actually enjoying that didn't seem to fit in my mind properly. "I assumed as well that he must've been joking," he laughed. He had read my expression.
"Why didn't I hear about it?" I asked quietly.
"I told them not to bother asking you, that you'd say no. I said that you and I would hang out that that we would find something to do. As luck would have it, that something is turning out to be each other,"
"So lemme get this straight. You had this all planned out?"
"Not all of it. But it is going how I invisioned it, yes," I noticed that he was tugging his long black pants from around his ankles. My blue dickies shorts went flying across the room, courtesy of Gerard. I stared in awe at the beautiful man that was laying half naked on top of me. I sat up to meet his lips but froze halfway and was thrown back down by gravity when he shoved his hands into my boxers and began feeling around. With a smile, he pulled them down all the way and disposed of them in the usual manner. "You're lucky you have me as a teacher," he said in a low voice as he fully underssed himself.
"What are you gonna make me do?" I was shaking partly because of nervousness and partly out of cold.
He stopped. "Frankie baby," he held my head in front of his. I could feel his green eyes melting into my hazel ones. "I'm not gonna make you do anything. If you wanna stop, just tell me and we'll stop," I wouldn't have told him even if I did want to stop. I didn't want to be a disappointment.
I nodded for him to keep going. He bent his neck down and met my lips. Kissing him was like drinking something hot on a cold day. It reduced the chill and warmed my insides. Or maybe that was the blood pounding through the veins in me. Making sure I was ready first, he took his thumb and gently opened my mouth. I felt his tounge push past my lips and rub against mine.
I was tasting him and I loved the flavour.
The words are hushed
Let's not get busted
Just lie entwined here
Undiscovered
"Ever gotten head before?" he asked straightforwardly. I nodded. "Well guess what you're going to do now baby,"
"Get it again?" I asked hopefully.
He shook his head and I felt my mouth go dry. "You're in control today. Consider it to be a learning experience,"
"So you mean I'm going to-"
"Yes yes yes. Just follow what I tell you to do and you should be fine. I know you will," he licked my bottom lip and rolled me on top of him, for better acess I guess. I kissed him behind his jawline, right underneah his ear. I moved downward, stopping at his neck. Without pause, I sunk my teeth into the soft flesh of his throat which I knew he liked (that vampiristic little bitch). He let out a small gasp. I knew it hurt him, but I also knew he loved the pain. I kept moving, pausing briefly to suck on his navel like girls had done to me in the past. I decided that I was drawing this whole thing out far too long and cut the teasing to get down to it- uh, no pun intended. I looked up at Gerard who was in turn looking down at me to see what I would do.
"Ready baby?" he asked softly. I nodded in certainty.
"I've been ready since I met you," when I said the words, I finally realized that I had always wanted him. Every night after a show when I would walk in on him changing his shirt, sweat glistening on his forehead, how hard I had to try to look away, it was all because I subconciously wanted him. Whenever I would see him with Bert, I always felt jealous. Now I knew why. A soft smiled curled on his face.
"Frankie, you're the-" he gasped louder than before and shuddered when I, not waiting for him to finish, put my mouth where I felt it needed to be. I swirled my tounge over his tip, enjoying the moans he was emitting from the back of his mouth. He whispered my name so low that I could barely hear it. I reached up and put a free hand on his cheek, next to the corner of his mouth. He kissed my palm. Clutching it in his own, he licked up each of my fingers, stopping at the end of them one by one to suck gently.
I kept working on him, hoping I was learning properly. I thought I had felt my teeth collide with him a few times and I kind of worried that I was hurting him. I stopped.
"Am I doing it right?"
"Fuck, Frank, where the hell'd you learn to do that?"
"That's a yes then?"
"Yes, dammit! Keep going,"
I tried to take all of him in my mouth, but when I couldn't I settled for grabbing him with both hands and pumping him up and down. When he hit the back of my throat, I heard him let out a soft cry and he arched his back. Underneath me, I felt his heartbeat quicken and his breath become shallow. All that was going my head was the worried thought that the rest of the guys might walk in on me sucking off my best friend, and the lead singer. How would Mikey feel if he found out that I was blowing his brother on my bunk while they were happily and innocently splashing in the waves at the beach? Jesus christ, what would Bert do if he found out that I was giving head to his property? But with all the bad thoughts racing through my mind, there was the sincere hope that he would return the favour to me. I wanted to feel his mouth on me more than anything in the world.
As I was thinking, Gerard had begun (unconciously, I'm sure) to buck his hips, pressing harder and harder each time. He began to convulse in waves of pleasure.
"Oh, fuck I think I'm gonna-" he didn't finish. He was too busy trying to supress a scream. His fingers twisted in my hair, tugging and pulling with each spasm. "Fuck," he moaned low and loud as he came in the back of my mouth.
I was tasting him and I loved the flavour.
Saving you from all the stupid questions
"Hey did you get some?"
Man that is so dumb
I still had the salty taste of Gerard in my mouth as I watched him catch his breath. I slid in next to him and and cuddled in close to his chest. His eyes drooped shut.
"How was that?" I asked when they opened again.
He smiled "Not bad for your first time. A little more practice and you'll be as good as Bert," I blushed at being compared to Bert. Gerard massaged the spot on his neck where I bit him. "That was fucking amazing. But we're not done yet,"
"Why aren't we done yet?"
"Because," he said nochalantly. "You're going to fuck me,"
Stay quiet, stay near
Stay close, they can't hear
So we can get some
"What?" I sat up and looked at him.
"You. Are. Going. To. Fuck. Me," he repeated slowly and impatiently. My eyes got a bit wider. "You heard me right. You can't get off on oral alone. Well, okay, you can but that's not what I'm-" he saw the pure-minded, confused look on my face. "Forget it, it was a play on words,"
"So how am I supposed to do this?"
"I'll show you. Get on top again," I did as he commanded. He spread his knees apart just enough for me to lay on his stomach. "Go along with me, okay?" He put his hand around me and directed me to his opening. "I'm ready when you are," I wasn't sure I was ready. I knew that if I just went right in I would hurt him, which was the last thing I wanted to do. Something about the look in his eyes said that he wanted me to hurt him.
"Baby? You ready for this?"
"I don't want to hurt you," I fingered his lip.
"Do it, Frankie. It takes a lot to hurt me," I saw the truth behind his words reflected in the invisible scars in his expression. I made a gentle thrust in and felt him flinch beneath me. "More," he begged when I hesitated. I liked the pleading sound in his voice. I felt like I was in control. I wanted him to beg me again.
"What?" I teased. If he could play with me, I'd damn well play back.
"Please honey?" his eyes screamed with desperation. "Please hurt me, I want it,"
I cupped my hand over his mouth and he tickled it with the tip of his tounge. I took a deep breath and thrust into him, trying to be gentle. He wimpered and bit down. I took it slowly, saving him from pain and concentrating on the immense amounts of pleasure spreading through my body by way of Gerard. When I was sure that he was comfotable, I adjusted myself and began pushing harder and faster. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, maintaining a constant pace. I tasted blood, he had bitten down on his lip a little too hard. I licked off the blood that was running down his chin and placed a kiss in the center of his scalp. I inhaled deeply and noted how he smelled of tobacco and lavendar.
"You're three for three," I managed to stutter. "You taste good, feel good, and smell good," I would've expected him to come back with some smart-ass, highly sexual remark (this is Gerard, remember?) but all he could do was nod. Sweat covered his pale, beautiful face and now that I thought about it, I could feel the moisture between us. I put my forehead to his and changed the speed and angle of my thrusts. I felt that I had hit something inside him and felt a little concerned until I saw the look on his face. He threw his head back, breaking contact with mine and let out a sweet moan. His eyelids fluttered and his cheeks flushed to a normal flesh color. He reached his arm up to grab me but his hand slipped off my sweaty side. He was hard again, which I should've realized earlier because he was pressing into me rather uncomfortably. He put his own hand around himself and started pumping up and down faster than I could thrust. The action sent sensations through him that caused his face to twist and contort more than the feeling of me fucking him. I wanted to control that.
Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember
We'll always remember the sound of the stereo
The dim of the soft lights
The scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
And the time on the clock when we realized it was so late
And this walk that we shared together
"Let me," I moved his hand and replaced it with mine. I stroked him up and down, varying speed and pressure. He put his hands around my head and drew it close to his lips that mouthed words that looked like my name.
I was going harder and faster than ever when I realized it was almost time for both of us to cum. I swore as I pounded into him hard enough to make the bunks rattle. With a final thrust, I came inside him, biting down hard on his shoulder and drawing blood. He didn't seem to mind. I pulled out and continuted using my hands on him. He already knew I was done, but I wanted to finish him off so that he didn't have to do it himself. His breathing was heavy and fast. He looked vulnerable and child-like, probably even more so than when I met him when we were teens. He tensed and I knew this was it. He clapped a hand over his own mouth. Muffled curse words poured out from between his fingers as he sat straight up and screamed.
He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life.
And the streets were wet
And the gate was locked
So I jumped it and I let you in
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
And you kissed me like you meant it
Gerard's eyes shot daggers at me across the table of the tour bus. He had concoted some story about us getting in a fight so that no one would get suspicious. I asked him not to tell anyone about what we did today quite yet. I wasn't ready for the whole world to know that I had fucked my best friend. The rest of the guys paid no attention to us, chattering on about their day. I made lighthearted conversation with Mikey as he happily recounted going into town to me through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
"And there was this girl," he mumbled. I could barely make out his words. "Who kept following us around. She wanted to know where you were and I told her you were back here,"
I murmered and dropped my fork next to my plate.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Not hungry," I glanced at Gerard. He wasn't eating either. Instead, he was chewing on his lip where he bit down earlier. Little flakes of dried blood clotted the cut. I got up and stretched.
Mikey looked up at me. "Where to?"
"Shower, then bed. I'm tired," I yawned. I turned around and stumbled down the hallway and into the bathroom where I pulled the door shut behind me.
And I knew that you meant it
That you meant it
That you meant it
I turned the shower on and pulled off my shirt. I heard the sound of footsteps outside the door and Ray's voice. I stopped to listen. Couldn't understand what he said. I shrugged and turned to look in the mirror that was fogging up with steam. I did look tired, too. Probably from Gerard. I heard a sharp knock on the door.
"Who's there?" I asked.
"Frank, it's me," Gerard said in a low, quiet voice.
"Hold on, lemme put a shirt on," he didn't wait and opened the door. I felt strange standing in front of him shirtless but, what the fuck, we had seen all of each other anyway. He catiously shut the door behind himself.
"How long can we keep this up?" he asked. He sounded nervous.
"I don't know. As long as we can. Or need to,"
"Oh," he turned to leave. "But Frank?" he turned back and looked at me, puttings his hands on my waist and squeezing me close to him. His hair tickled the skin on my neck. "I love you," his said softly as lips crashed into mine.
And I knew that you meant it
That you meant it
oh i have such a dirty mind