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Ever since Gerard had gave him the most life changing fuck of his life, he has been walking on air. It was becoming extremely obvious.
Like, he was on time to practice, woke up at a normal time and not fucking 5 in the evening, he even began to eat healthier (don't get Frank wrong, though. He'll never betray his energy drinks and processed food).
It's gotten to the point where people are like, genuinely concerned.
It was another day of this enthusiasm. Waking up with a smile on his face, practically hopping out of his bed. He even brushed his teeth first thing in the morning.
Mikey Way, his roommate and psychic (a gratuitous bonus; if you could even call it that), leaned on the doorframe to the kitchen. Watching in disbelief.
"You're making breakfast?"
Frank looked up from the pan "uh. Yeah. What about it?" Mikey scoffed, pushing his glasses from sliding off the bridge of his nose "Nothing." Frank scoffed, "Well it's clearly something, fucker. What?"
Mikey hopped on the counter, watching Frank cook without setting off the fire alarm. "Who did you hook up with, Iero?" Frank quite literally stumbled back, eyes wide as he whipped his head to Mikey "Fuck are you talking about? Where did you get that from?" Mikey pulled that look Frank fucking despised.
Looking at him above his glasses, like he's a mean grumpy old librarian. But instead of telling you to shut up, it's more so of a seriously? "Dude, you're like, I don't know. Chipper? Happier? Like you've been early to band practice, actually showering and doing your laundry," Frank made a face. Mikey continued. "You're waking up at 11 in the morning for fucks sake! That's early for the Iero standard,"
Frank could only roll eyes. "What, I'm seen having a normal schedule and all of a sudden it's weird?" Silence reigned between the 2, before Mikey blurted "Yes!?" As if obvious.
Frank scoffed again. He really didn't have a comeback to that. Except for kind of being pissed at Mikey. God forbid someone wants to change their life around.
Though, as much as he wanted to hate Mikey, that fucker was right. He was so right. How the fuck did he piece that together?
Ever since he slept with Gerard, he's been so damn happy he felt like he was glowing. He felt like whenever he walked by flowers bloomed instead of the usually flowers dying.
"…fine. I did hook up with someone." If you could even call it that. Mikey bumped his fist in the air. "Fuck yeah! Knew it. What happened man? Not even a hook up has you this happy," Frank groaned, suddenly panning his focus to his eggs. He never noticed how yellow they were. Wow.
"Mikey you quite literally placed a ban preventing me from talking about my hook up's and sex-capades." Frank rolled his eyes. He remember the time Mikey literally locked him out of the apartment because he (drunkily) texted Mikey how his whole hook up went
"Yeah well, consider the ban lifted if it means helping my friend and finding what spirit has possessed his soul," Frank rolled his eyes, but resisted a smile "You know, I'll never understand you Mikey way."
**
Frank was alone in the apartment.
it was practically crickets, nothing except the fan blowing down at him. He stared at the ceiling—thinking about nothing in particular
Mikey had gone out. For what; remains a mystery. Dude will never tell Frank where he's going, it's partially concerning.
The time was 1 p.m. He had band practice 4 hours from now. 4 hours to think about that night. That night when Gerard touched him, that he didn't even know was possible. Just thinking about it made his heart race and blood rush straight to his cheeks.
It's not even Gerard's actions, though, his skilled hands made him yearn for his touch again. But his fucking words. The way he spoke so gently, but so attractively. It was insane
How he could from sweet to sexy to adorable in a few minutes was baffling—how he could change from kissing Frank so softly to punishing him. It was intoxicating. Everything about him.
His little Jersey accent. Frank may have been from Jersey but damn—his was strong. His face, he could get lost in those hazel eyes from hours.
Frank hadn't even realized he started jerking off. But oh well. He had the freedom to do so.
He imagined his hand was Gerard's. How he managed to make a handjob feel like the best thing in the world. He let a moan slip from his throat. Fuck, it wasn't enough.
He quickly removed his sweats, throwing them on the floor of his (weirdly) clean room; his boxers coming with.
He's never stuck a finger down there before. He's always thought it hurt, or feel gross, or, something. Honestly, Frank didn't even know the actual reason himself.
The sight of Gerard came back. He remembered how it felt when Gerard moaned in his ear. He doesn't think he'll ever forget that. Not even if he tried.
He licked his fingers, before sliding one in slowly. "Fuck.." He craned his head back. It felt so good, but Gerard's hands felt better. They were so warm and experienced. He knew his body better than he did.
He inserted a second finger, then a third, and was considering a fourth but voted against it.
He was a whimpering mess in the sheets now, his cock stood throbbing and leaking with precum. He wanted Gerard so bad. He wanted him to fuck him into the mattress, hitting his prostate every time.
He wanted Gerard to grab the base of his dick, murming 'Not yet,' in his ear. He moved his fingers faster—moans flowing from his lips. He prayed their walls were thick enough (they weren't.).
He flipped himself around, digging his head in the pillow. His moans we're thankfully muffled out, saving him from the embarrassment of having his neighbors come to his door.
His fingers were slick with his own wetness. The feeling of his hole, dripping wet just by the thought of Gerard turned him more than it should. He thrusted faster, he moaned harder. They went in and out so easily, just like Gerard's fingers did.
Like how Gerard's cock did. How it scisscored against his walls, filling him in and hitting that delicious part of his ass. His hand started to pump his cock faster. He was so close.
His ass was in the air, and he was trembling. This was exactly how Gerard had him that day. Hopeless and shaking with his orgasm being controlled over and over until he finally gave to him.
Frank mewled in the pillow, tears pricking in the corner of his eyes as he came on his bedsheets. His body shook with need. God, everything in him wanted Gerard. In his ass. Now.