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astoryandasongThis fic was inspired by the recent pics of Gerard and Frank getting up close and personal. I just thought that they'd be really turned on after and so I wrote porn.
stepps and any remaining bits of idiocy are totally mine.It’s all Gerard’s fault. Sticking his hand down Frank’s shirt again onstage. He’s turned on and annoyed, slamming his gear away with more force than strictly necessary. His ears are still ringing, his dick’s chafing against his jeans and he wants it. Wants to fuck, wants to bite.
And there’s Gerard, standing in front of him, a sweaty, tangled, gorgeous mess. Frank’s skin tingles where Gerard’s hands were during the show, and the thin material of his shirt rubs almost painfully against his chest. His eyes flicker towards a dressing room door and then over at Gerard.
Gerard sees it, sees him looking, pauses for a second and then looks Frank right in the eyes. His mouth curves up in a little smile as his eyes look Frank up and down so slowly that Frank can feel his face flush with a mixture of embarrassment and lust. Gerard’s eyes linger on the stretched neck of his shirt, the bulge in his jeans and then his mouth. He realises he’s been biting his lip, staring right back just as hard. Gerard inclines his head toward the dressing room (it’s his thank god, he couldn’t have held back even if it was Mikey’s or Bob’s). He watches Gerard walk in; sure that Gee’s putting a little extra sway in his walk. Frank wouldn’t put it past him, fucker.
He runs a hand through his hair, which is mostly fucking gross, takes a deep breath and walks towards the door. He pauses a second, wondering if he should maybe knock or something.
Stop being such an idiot, just go in. He wants you to.
He can’t understand why he’s so nervous. It’s Gerard, who he’s kissed and kicked and smelled, oh my god, for half a decade. It’s Gerard, when he finally opens the door, who’s standing shirtless, the pale skin of his back exposed. The tight feeling in Frank’s stomach intensifies then, a crazy, flipped out feeling that he can’t quite classify as joy or terror.
“I thought you’d changed your mind for a second there.” Gerard sounds mostly amused but also a little scared, he turns to Frank, the small smile on his face making him look absurdly sweet. It’s easy to forget sometimes that Gerard is in fact a socially awkward marshmallow, at least offstage. He can’t help but smile back and reach out, closing the space between them and tilting up his head. It’s even better here, in the privacy of his dressing room, quiet and close. Without guitars and mikes, their thighs press together, and Gerard can put both hands in his hair. They kiss softly, almost platonic, for a minute or so until Frank feels the dressing table on the back of his thighs. He opens his mouth to Gerard, who sighs happily and proceeds to map most of Frank’s teeth pretty thoroughly with his tongue. Their hips are grinding together almost lazily, helped by Frank’s slight perch on the table. It’s hot and wet and messy, sweat from the show cooling on both their bodies, making them shiver. He runs his hands over the bare skin of Gerard’s back from his shoulder blades to the curve of his ass under the tight black pants. He wants to be naked, he wants to do it in a bed, and wants to take his time and lick Gerard all over. But he was worked up before he even started kissing Gerard, and all the kissing and the grinding is really starting to get to him. Plus Gerard’s making all these noises- hot little noises that make Frank kiss deeper, grind harder.
He breaks away for a second, scrabbling to get off his shirt, kick off his shoes. One of Gerard’s hands is undoing his jeans, the other his teasing his nipples with a slight scrape of fingernail.
“You have to get naked too.” He says when he can, “I want to see you, Gee. I want to touch you.”
“When we get back to the hotel.” Gerard says breathlessly. “You should fuck me, I want that. But I can’t wait.” He bites down on Frank’s lip a little, making a whimpering sound and rubbing his hand over the bulge in Frank’s pants. Then he slides down onto his knees and pulls down the jeans, before biting at Frank’s thigh and taking him into his mouth. It’s possibly the hottest thing that’s ever happened to Frank bar none, the feel of Gerard’s mouth around his cock. Gerard’s got one of his hands down his own pants, still making those noises, the vibrations of them making Frank’s knees go weak. He’s trying not to thrust up or pull on Gerard’s hair- so he settles for kneading his fingers through it, biting his lip. Then Gerard does something with his tongue over the head and Frank tugs his hair a little to warn him that he might want to pull off any second now. He does, and Frank takes the opportunity to at least return the favour a little bit by putting his hand down Gerard’s pants.
They stand there, the two of them, foreheads touching, occasionally turning their heads to kiss or bite a little, hands down each other’s pants, breathing hard. It’s Frank who comes first, gasping into Gerard’s neck, but Gerard isn’t long after him.
They both slide to the floor, which is possibly more gross than both Frank’s hair and the mess in his pants put together. It’s worth it though, he feels as glowy inside as Gerard looks on the outside. He just had sex with his best friend, his best friend who gives awesome blowjobs and wants him to fuck him later. He imagines lying in bed with Gerard, dozing while Gerard reads or draws (knowing Gerard he’d probably be drawing zombies or something equally as romantic). He lays his head in Gerard’s lap and smiles up at him.
“The way I see it, we have two options. One, we can lay here in all our sweaty grossness until someone comes looking for us in which case they will both see and smell what we’ve been doing or two, we try and clean up before someone catches us.”
Gerard grinned back, running his fingers through Frank’s hair, not really seeming to care about any of said sweaty grossness. Gerard’s generally quite gross himself.
“I say we stay here until someone finds us. Then we go back to the hotel and we can fuck in an actual bed.”
That is really the best idea ever, because the floor? Not really so comfortable. But it would do for now. Ray will be along in five minutes or so, they’ll go back to the hotel. Frank closes his eyes and keeps smiling, listening to Gerard hum an unrecognisable song.
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Date: 2007-08-12 05:54 pm (UTC)Ahahaha, awwww. I love that!
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Date: 2007-08-22 04:08 pm (UTC)And, since I'm too lazy to post another comment, I really, really loved this. Can I have some more?
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Date: 2007-08-22 05:01 pm (UTC)The footie pyjama fic is coming to a livejournal near you soon, haha!
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Date: 2007-08-28 08:39 pm (UTC)Just awesome.
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Date: 2010-01-22 03:04 am (UTC)that was amazingly halarious in my head XD
Ima go read now lol
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Date: 2010-01-22 03:12 am (UTC)i soo have this huge dork glee face right now
i love how they're all like 'meh, lets just stay on the floor'
<3
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