You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

LIII

*FRANK'S P.O.V*

I let out an annoyed groan. My brain was way too crammed with thoughts to work on homework. Gerard and I thought it would be good for him and I to innocently work on homeowner here since my mum was not going to be home until late tonight. Unfortunately, my brain just wouldn't shut up.

"So I was thinking about yesterday." I say with a smile. "That was very heroic of you."

Gerard smirks and leans across my kitchen table, capturing my lips with his own. It's a chaste kiss, but passionate. I pull away with a giggle.

"It was no sweat, babe, honestly." Gerard brushes it off. He reaches out and cups my chin, taking a look at my eye. I turn my head to show it off. "The bruising has seemed to calm down a bit."

I bit my lip and take his hand off my face, locking my fingers around his wrist. I look up at his face. "How are your battle wounds?" I feel a bit guilty, but I try not to let it show.

Gerard rides his shirt up, showing a few, tennis ball sized bruises on his abdomen and chest. The purples and blues are mixed together on Gerard's usually milky chest.

"Did you check your ribs?" I question, corking an eyebrow up. His eyes blow wide as he realizes.

"Shit, no, Frank-"

"It's okay." I get up from my chair and go around the table to sit next to him. I turn my chair to face and I place my fingers to each rib. Gerard takes of his shirt in the process.

I move my two fingers left and right, looking for any broken ribs. Nothing seems to be broken and all the ribs were intact near the biggest bruises. I drag my fingers lower to reach some of the bottom ribs and Gerard let out a breathy groan. I look up at him in surprise.

He flushed a bit and smiled lopsidedly. "Sorry."

I shake my head and lean up to kiss him. Gerard kisses back immediately, dragging my chair closer to his own. I squeal a bit from the fast moving and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close. I pull away and look up into his eyes and I let mine fall half closed.

"I love you."

"I love you too, sugar." Gerard says back with a grin. I ignore my heart doing acrobatics in my chest and dive in again. I kiss harder, bringing him closer to me. He laughs a bit as he licks my bottom lip. I open my mouth and his tongue floods it. I snake my fingers through his hair, pulling on the locks. He lets out a moan as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chair with him. He growls and I land on his lap with a snort.

"Feisty?" Gerard just smirks and moves his lips from my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. He sucks on the skin, gnawing on the skin between with teeth and gripping my love handles. I moan softly as Gerard bucks his hips against mine.

I moan again but I place my hands on his chest, pushing myself away. Gerard gives me a confused look as he stares at my most likely cherry red lips.

"Gerard," I whisper. "I-"

Gerard frowns but in a blink of an eye, it's gone. He smiles sadly and rubs his hands on the side of my arms. "It's okay, Frank."

I frown. "But I-"

"I know you aren't ready, and you don't want to do it now, you wanna wait until you are eighteen..." He rambles about, probably trying to reason with himself more than me.

"Gerard, listen-"

"But it's okay, I'm cool with it."

"

Gerard!" I exclaim. Gerard's mouth shuts quickly, his eyes growing wide. I smile wide.

"I'm ready." I say with a giggle. Gerard stares blankly back at me.

"Sorry, Frank, I didn't get that. Can you say it again?"

I snicker as I put my arms around his neck again and wrap my legs around his torso. "I'm ready."

Gerard still remains the same. "Ready for what, like taking a shower? Or like food? Or-"

"Ready to make love, Gerard." I breathe out, a bit lovestruck. "With you."

I wait for Gerard to smirk at me, or make a smug comment, or anything to show his cockiness, but nothing comes. I'm actually quite sure I have never seen Gerard smile so big.

"You're ready..." He whispers quietly, then lets out a laugh in disbelief. "You're ready!"

"I'm ready!" I giggle back, hugging Gerard close.

Next thing I know, Gerard is up and running, carrying me up the stairs bridal style. We both laugh as he trips a bit on the way. He seems to be taking advantage of this opportunity as if I would change my mind in the matter of seconds or it will never happen again.

I even snicker when Gerard runs into a wall.

"Ow!" I exclaim with a snort, rubbing the back of my head that collided with the wall.

Gerard's eyes widen and guilt crosses his face. "Shit, Frank, sorry! Are you okay?"

I smirk. "Just brilliant." Gerard just laughs back as he goes past the wall and into my room.

He wastes no time placing me on the bed. I'm a bit surprised that he didn't just toss me on the bed like he has done many times before. He places me on the bed gently, running his hands over my jean covered thighs and calves. He places his knees on the bed with a hop, directing himself in front of my spread out body. My legs and arms are placed as if I were making snow angels on the white sheets on my bed.

"Sorry I didn't change my bed sheets." I apologize, looking over at the Sesame Street blankets I had on the bed. "I wasn't expecting company."

Gerard chuckles. "It's sorta, really fucking adorable." He mumbles close to my face, dipping into another kiss.

This kiss is rough and passionate. It's hungry like we were starved of each other. My hands go straight to his hair as he jumps on the bed, not breaking the kiss once. My pull myself up by his hand, wrapping my arms around his neck and tugging on the lock of hair on his neck. His arms hook on to the opposite him, tangling his arms around my torso. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, hugging him close and kissing him awkwardly with noses bumping.

Gerard runs his finger tips up and down my back, riding up the loose shirt, grabbing on to it in a clump. His blunt nails tease my skin and scrape the sides of my bumpy spine.

The eighteen year old pulls away, sliding back off the bed. I smile a bit as Gerard undoes my shoelace and pulls it off, revealing little blue ankle socks. I blush at my girly socks and Gerard just laughs, doing the same to the other foot. He leaves my socks on and pulls off his own shoes.

He jumps back on the bed, kissing down my neck. I squeal and giggle and he playfully bites. This boy had a serious vampire fetish, I'm not even fucking joking. But it was pleasurable. I liked being marked by Gerard anyways. It made me feel good, like I was his. It made everything more real because sometimes I wondered if I was just dreaming.

I never told Gerard this, nor would I ever. He'd wouldn't stop laughing in the course of forever if I did.

He sits back a bit, lips smacking off my neck. He grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it off in one swift move. I stare at his milky white chest, clustered with bruises. I frown because that was my fault.

"Hey," Gerard lifts my chin, making me look up at him. His eyes are sparkling, not with lust, but with something stronger. Love. "Don't be nervous or anything, I'll guide you through it. It'll be amazing."

I smile back at him. "That's sweet of you, and I trust you. But that's not it... I'm getting you hurt."

Gerard looks down at his chest, where I gestured to, and mimics my face. He sighs as I look away guiltily. He grabs my hands, rubbing his thumb comfortingly.

"A couple of bruises are

nothing compared to what I'd take for you, babe." Gerard smiles warmly. "I didn't have to get the bruises, I didn't have to fight, but I did it to prove that I loved you. These bruises, I'm proud of. They're not your fault."

Is it possible to have a heart attack caused by feeling so much love? If it was, I was probably going to have it. My faces breaks out into huge grin.

"I love you, more than anything."

Gerard chuckles. "I know."

I bit my lip, batting my lashes a bit. "Do you love

me more than anything?"

"Of course." He says with a proud little, lopsided smirk. I breathe out, trying to calm my nerves. I needed to be confident, I need to make him feel good like the way he makes me feel.

"Then..." I whisper, lying down on the bed. I grab his hand, pulling him down on top of me. The hand I grabbed is placed on my crotch by me and I see his eyes flicker again. I give a small turn of my lips. "Show me."

So Gerard did.

Every touch was gentle, every kiss was passionate, every sounded clouded with fiery passion. Gerard prepared me with nimble fingers, shaking a bit with a cocktail or nervousness, anticipation and lust. It was like he was having small convulsions when my back arched and I clenched around the digits.

We both knew what was coming next, Gerard rock hard in his boxers and I open and pleading. We were so indulged in the feeling that Gerard almost started, lined up and everything. I had to stop him.

I felt Gerard's dick circle my hole, hot and heavy in his hand. I place my hands on his shoulders and whimper a small "Hold on a second, Gee."

My boyfriend looks down at me, twinkling eyes wide and curious.

I swallow a gulp of air before speaking. "Y-you know I love you, right?" He nods and I smile a bit. "Just... Know that. I won't leave you, I'm not running. I love you with all my heart and God, I want to spend my life with you. Forever."

Gerard spends a great deal of time just looking at me. His face is unreadable and lips are tightly bond together. His eyes flicker back and forth, over my sweating body. They dart from my quivering hips, to my panting mouth, to my hard cock pinned to my stomach. His eyes look glassy but his lips turn up.

"Fucking love you too." He says and pushes in.

It's sharp pain, like my pelvis splitting directly down the middle. I gasp loudly, scrunching my face up. I scratch at his shoulders and let out a strangled whimper as he pushes all the way in. It's a throbbing pain in my back, but when Gerard rubs the spot above my ass and whispers "You're okay, darling. It'll be amazing soon," I feel numb.

It takes a while to adjust to Gerard inside of me.

Gerard inside of me, fuck, it blew my mind.

When the pain seemed to dull down, I gave Gerard a jerky head nod and he looked like he was rejoicing in The Lord now that he could move. At first at a slow pace, he pushed in and out of me. I didn't really feel any pleasure right now, but the please I was getting was from Gerard's moans and being so full of

Gerard.

Then he hit something, something motherfucking magical. It made my whole body spasm. My toes curled, my back arched and my mouth made a sound that I didn't even know was humanly possible. Gerard just smiles, says his little

Bingo and carries on hitting that spot.

I moan and gasp and claw down his back. "G-Gee, shit, faster." I gasp out as he falls forward and kisses my neck.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I'm going to die." He pants out, grabbing my ass and biting down on my neck. "Shit, shit, shit."

I pull his head off my neck and I look up at him. His eyes were half closed and sparkling and is mouth was open, so I kissed him. (Mostly just to shut him up.)

:)

I can tells Gerard's close because his moves are rough and reckless, pounding into me merciless. But that was totally cool, because I was about to blow as well.

I pull my lips away from my boyfriend and look up with heavy-lidded eyes. "I'm close, Gee." I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Gerard pants and nods. "Same."

He takes ahold of my dick, giving it a couple of fast strokes because he knew that's all it would take. I scream, rolling my head back and release all over my own stomach. My eyes roll back, as I feel ultimate pleasure flow through my body. I'm still glowing when Gerard says a quick cuss word as I clench around him. I feel wet heat in me and hear Gerard moaning and see hips sputtering. It's a blur of passionate movements and when everything begins to calm down, Gerard tumbles next to me.

He breathes for a couple of seconds and then turns to me. His cheeks are red and his face shiny with sweat. He opens his mouth to speak but I blurt out something.

"I lost the beat." I say a bit breathy. I groan and cover my face. "Fuck! My dignity!" Gerard closed his mouth and just laughed as he pulls me closer to him, enveloping me in a hug.

We didn't say anything after that, because Gerard already knew I loved him too.