tig: Firsts
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silentdescantSo the other day, I was a little bit at loose ends, so I begged people on twitter to tig with me (and thank you so much to everybody who took me up on that, it made my day/night/whatever). Megan emailed me this prompt: when Frank was in the other band and used to go watch early MCR gigs. so like, FANBOY!Frank is hit on by tipsy!Gerard? and leads to first time in like, the back of the bar. And then we started notficcing it. Somewhere along the way it sort of turned into actual fic, and I lost the ability to end sentences (no, seriously; it gets crazy towards the end), and this is just the raw material with a couple of typos fixed, so. Here you go. A few thousand words of pretty damn hot PWP from before Frank was in the band.
title: Firsts
authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentdescant and wonder_walldbc
pairing: Frank/Gerard
rating: so very much NC-17
words: ~4000
warning: unprotected, slightly rough sex, neverending sentences and general notfic ridiculousness.
disclaimer: not true in any way; we don't own these guys and we're not making money off this.
silentdescant: Okay so the very first MCR show, Frank was standing on a chair in the back to watch them over the (small) crowd, and so he sees Gerard all faily and chubby and he’d met them before of course, but now Gerard was SINGING and like, actually engaging the crowd, and it was AMAZING!
After the show Frank goes up to him like heeeeey, Gerard, that was great! But really he’s thinking HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AMAZING. And Gerard’s shaking with nerves and stuff, even after they’re done, but he has the prettiest smile ever, and it’s not the same smile that Gerard had when he was practicing. It’s this whole new glowy, beaming type thing and Frank can’t look away.
wonder_walldbc: So Gerard's pretty sure that he's a little bit drunk, and he's also a little bit concerned that they might fuck up a whole lot. But then they DON'T, and it's actually pretty awesome, and even though he's shaking the whole time, they rock the place and the crowd is super into everything!
And afterwards, when they all sort of split up, he sees Frank! And he goes over and, like, wants to know what Frank thinks, even though Frank's seen them practice a whole lot. And while Gerard's totally not tracing Frank's tattoos with his eyes (he's NOT, no way), he can hear Frank saying how good they were and he's sort of ridiculously happy to hear him say that.
Now while Gerard might be a bit drunk, so's Frank, so it's all okay when Gerard scoots them into a booth on the side of the bar, smashing them both into the same side.
silentdescant: Frank’s like OH! OKAY! And gets all up close and snuggly with Gerard, all set to chat about the show (because it was amazing! And Gerard was really sexy up there! And he looks really good even though he’s all sweaty and stringy-haired!) but then Gerard puts one arm around his shoulders and the other on Frank’s knee, and Frank’s like OHH. OKAY.
Gerard’s totally shaking like a leaf, Frank can feel it because they’re all pressed up against each other, but now he’s not sure if it’s ‘cause of the post-show adrenaline or because his hand is like… on Frank’s thigh. Pretty high up on his thigh, now. Like, wow, there’s Gerard’s hand. And Frank’s pretty much frozen in place because holy shit, what is Gerard doing.
He smells kind of drunk, like the alcohol’s sweating out of him, but by this point Frank’s not sure he cares; he knows he probably smells like cheap beer. Gerard’s kind of leaning in, or maybe he’s just falling in Frank’s direction, but he’s not really making any move, even though his hand is almost at the crease of Frank’s thigh, and Frank doesn’t know what to do. Does Gerard want him to kiss him? Does Gerard want to talk, and he just can’t hear over the noise—it’s not even that loud, what the fuck—and he’s not aware of his hands? Is Gerard going to pass out in Frank’s lap?
Frank bites his lip. His brain isn’t working at full capacity and this is just too much to think about.
wonder_walldbc: Gerard's got his arm around Frank and a hand on Frank's leg because hey, Gerard's a touchy kind of guy! And yeah, his brain keeps screaming that he's had sort of a bit to drink, and that maybe he shouldn't be sitting like this in this bar with Frank. But what the hell, they just played their first show, fuck! Gerard thinks that maybe he could use a little fun.
And Frank's pretty hot, Gerard's sort of noticed (not that he spends time looking at Frank or anything). He can feel his hand wandering, but Frank isn't stopping him so he figures maybe it's okay!
He's pretty sure that he wants to kiss Frank, right here, right now. But probably he shouldn't, cause Frank is his friend, you know? But Gerard doesn't like to listen to his brain a lot, and the buzz of the alcohol is making the voice in his brain speak softer and softer.
So he kisses Frank, first on the cheek, and then when Frank turns to him, on the lips. For a minute, he's pretty sure that Frank's going to freak the fuck out and run away. But then Frank doesn't! And hey, Frank's kissing back, and holy hell, maybe Gerard's done something right for once.
silentdescant: Gerard actually kisses him, on the cheek first because he’s some kind of gentleman or something, even though they’re two guys in a seedy bar, both pretty drunk and, if Frank’s not totally off base, pretty fucking horny. Frank’s played shows before, he knows how it works. The stage-high gets you insatiable. So he turns to face Gerard and Gerard kisses him again, on the lips, and he tastes like beer and the vodka shots he’d thrown back before their set.
Gerard’s way hot—heh, Way hot, yeah. Frank is so fucking drunk, he realizes now—and Frank can ignore the taste and just concentrate on the feel of his lips, wet with saliva and kind of insistent. Gerard’s hand creeps up to Frank’s dick, and if Gerard had any doubts about Frank being into this—Frank’s not actually sure Gerard’s at all aware—then that would put an end to them. Frank pushes his hips up, shoulders pressing hard into the back of the booth, and tilts his head back against Gerard’s arm.
“Fuck, Gee,” he says, and Gerard totally just cuts him off and bites his lips, and fuck if Frank isn’t rock hard in seconds flat.
wonder_walldbc: Gerard's not entirely sure that he should be doing this right here, in front of people, but his dick is over-riding all of his other feelings right now. Frank definitely not pushing him away, and hell, he may as well go for it. If nothing else, he knows a guy that he's pretty sure can get them in a back room.
When he feels Frank push his hips back into his hand, yeah, he's thinking they might just need that room. But he's not willing to move just yet, not when he can feel Frank practically writhing underneath him in the booth. He bites Frank's lip to stop him from making any noise and can taste a faint hint of blood on his tongue. He knows he's hard, too, but he couldn't give a fuck less right now. It's him, and it's Frank, and damnit, they're doing this.
Gerard pulls his hand away and hears Frank whimper at the loss of contact. He stands up and pulls Frank out of the booth roughly.
"Come on," he says, pushing Frank to walking in front of him, making sure to push his dick into Frank's ass so that he gets the point. Frank clearly does, and doesn't stop walking until they reach the bar. Gerard steps away for a minute to speak to the bartender, and after a quick nod, moves Frank in the direction of a door.
Hell yeah, he thinks. I'm in a fucking rock band that totally kicks ass. And I'm getting laid tonight and I don't even care that it's in the back of a shitty bar because it's Frank, and just, fuck.
silentdescant: When Gerard drags him out of the booth, it takes a moment for Frank to be able to stand on his own two feet, and even then it’s good that Gerard’s pressed up against him, because otherwise Frank would be falling to his knees and—hey, that doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. He follows Gerard’s lead into the back room, waits until the door’s closed, and then before Gerard can kiss him again—he’s about to, he’s leaning in and reaching for Frank’s face, and he looks kind of insane and needy and fucking beautiful—Frank drops straight down, his knees can handle it. Oh wait, not quite, fucking ow. Whatever. He grabs Gerard’s thighs and smashes his nose into Gerard’s jeans, and he can feel Gerard’s thighs shaking now.
Gerard mumbles something, and it doesn’t even matter, because he’s unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, and then Frank decides to help him out by reaching in and taking Gerard’s cock out of his boxers. Gerard’s hands fly to his hair, and Frank mouths against the fabric pressed to the top of Gerard’s thigh, so close to his dick but just teasing for a minute. Gerard certainly teased him; it’s payback time. He gives Gerard a few good strokes, though, because seriously, Gerard’s hot and hard and fucking there in his hand, and Frank isn’t really the poster child for self control.
wonder_walldbc: The door closes and Gerard tries to kiss Frank again, but he's not quick enough. Frank's on his knees in front of him and damn, if that isn't every bit as fucking hot he imagined it. Not that he thinks about Frank in this position often or anything. He shakes under Frank's touch, but manages to get his belt undone and his zipper down, and then he can't do anything else because Frank is batting his hands out of the way.
He's got his fingers tangled in Frank's hair before he can even think about it. Frank's a teasing bastard, but he thinks foggily that he probably deserves it, in some small way. But he's never seen Frank hold back when he wants something, and he's certainly not doing it now. He almost shivers when Frank strokes him, can feel his legs trembling, but manages to stay upright. Then his dick is in Frank's mouth and he's pretty sure that he can't think anymore.
If Frank's never done this before, and Gerard's pretty sure he has, he's doing a good job of faking it. There's the right amount of tongue and teeth and oh god, hi, that's the head of his cock against the back of Frank's throat. Frank's pulling his jeans down more with one hand and grabs his ass, and Gerard moans, and he doesn't care who hears.
silentdescant: Frank gets his mouth around Gerard’s dick, and it’s feels so fucking huge against the roof of his mouth, flattening his tongue, but he’s so turned on he doesn’t even care when it hits the back of his mouth, his throat, and he pushes down more, until his nose smushes against Gerard’s skin, and his throat feels open and raw and he can’t really breathe, but that’s okay, because Gerard’s almost sobbing and petting him haphazardly.
Frank chokes and pulls back, eyes watering and lips coated with spit and precome he can taste Gerard like Gerard’s dick is still against his tongue. He hears Gerard say something like Fuck, or maybe Frank, or maybe neither of those and he’s just gasping out syllables, but Frank’s way into that incoherence. Gerard was fucking spitting out curses and words the kids probably didn’t even know out on stage, and now he’s reduced to this babbling, flailing, hot mess.
Frank goes down again, because now he’s tasted Gerard’s cock he just wants more, craves it now, and fuck, it’s just so fucking good, and Gerard’s fingers in his hair, digging into his scalp, shit, it’s fantastic, and Frank scratches the backs of Gerard’s thighs in reply. He can’t say much, he’s got a mouth full of leaking dick, so he keeps his lips tight around Gerard and waits for the moment Gerard takes over and fucks his mouth. He knows it’s coming, it must be coming, the way Gerard was acting out there, he knows how to control a situation. Which should mean he knows how to fucking use somebody—use Frank, fuck, Frank wants to be used raw—and Frank just waits, gagging around the tastesmellfeel of Gerard.
wonder_walldbc: Gerard's never wanted to fucking cry while someone's blowing him, but he's damn close to it right now. He can't even speak words right now, but he's pretty sure that Frank gets what he means. But then he's confused, because hey, Frank's just not really doing anything now, just sitting there, and Gerard doesn't know what the hell he's waiting for. But then Frank hums around his dick, trying to get his attention and Gerard looks down for the first time in minutes, and he can't believe what he's seeing.
Frank's looking up at him, his eyes big and dark, and so fucking clearly aroused. He raises an eyebrow and finally, Gerard understands. It's not like he doesn't know how this works, but he's not used to being the one in control. He wraps his fingers tighter in Frank's hair and lets go, letting himself fuck Frank's mouth. He feels so dirty, just blatantly using Frank like this, but judging by the small sounds that Frank's making around him, it's exactly what Frank was asking for.
He's concentrating so hard on thrusting in and out of Frank's mouth that he jumps a little when Frank pushes a finger into him. "Damnit, Frank," he mutters. "Don't fucking..." He can't even say what he wants to say, but he doesn't need to. Frank pulls off Gerard's cock, a mixture of saliva and precome and sweat around his mouth. He stands up on slightly shaky legs, and Gerard can hear his knees crack.
"Want you to fuck me, Gee," he says, slurring his words not only because he's had a lot to drink, but he's also drunk on Gerard, just pure Gerard. "Don't even...just fuck me, come on."
silentdescant: Frank’s done with waiting, now. He wants what he wants and he’s going to fucking get it, the self-control of earlier is completely out the window and Gerard’s panting and gasping as if he’d just run a mile and sucked Frank’s dick all at once, and that’s kind of incredible, that Frank was able to do that to him. He knows he’s good at sucking dick, he’s had quite a few guys tell him to his face, but this is the first time it’s affected anyone the way it has Gerard, and it’s amazing, it’s affecting Frank, and Frank just wants to bend over the nearest table and let Gerard at him.
“Fucking do it, fucking—fucking fuck,” he gasps, and wrenches Gerard in for a kiss. Gerard’s tongue swipes over his lips, into his mouth, and Frank opens more, letting him taste himself on Frank’s tongue. When he breaks away, he says, “Want it, want it, want it,” like a chant, and Gerard’s grabbing at Frank’s torn jeans, and oh, that hole just got way bigger, but oh well, Frank can patch it up with some duct tape or something later, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if he walks out of this shitty bar without a stitch on, as long as it’s after Gerard’s fucked him through the nearest flat surface. And if that happens to be the floor, he doesn’t care about that, either.
Frank turns around and surveys the room. His pupils are blown wide and everything’s sharp and hazy at once, it feels totally weird but not completely foreign, and sees a cluster of extra chairs. He grabs one, flips it around and kneels in front of it. He tells Gerard again to fucking fuck him, just fucking do it, and the he bends over the seat of the chair so it’s digging into his stomach, and grabs the back of it with both hands. Gerard kneels behind him and grabs Frank’s hips with the same ferocity, yanking both him and the chair a few inches backwards across the grimy floor.
wonder_walldbc: Gerard wants this just as much as Frank does, and he's so fucking turned on right now that he's not even concentrating when he kisses Frank again. He rips a huge hole in Frank's jeans, but it's not as if either of them care. Frank practically growls in his ear and then frantically looks around the room for something, anything, that they can fuck against.
When Frank pulls a chair across the floor with a loud scratching sound, Gerard feels his dick twitch, still hanging outside his jeans. Frank bends over, his ass sticking up in the air as he begs Gerard to just fuck him, already, stop fucking wasting time. Gerard drops to the floor behind him, pulling Frank's hips back towards his own.
"Jeans, off, fucking right now, Frank," he grits out between his teeth. Frank gets his pants down barely around the floor, the material caught around his knees, but Gerard is so beyond caring. He licks his palm, since it's not like he brought anything with him, and slicks up his cock. He grabs his dick in one hand and puts the other hand on Frank's shoulder. He pushes in without a second thought and sees stars.
Frank's so fucking tight, Gerard's surprised he hasn't come already. When he can feel his balls meet the sweaty skin of Frank's ass, he stops, panting and gasping for breath. He rests his head on Frank's back and listens to Frank moaning with every little move Gerard makes inside him.
silentdescant: Gerard’s apparently done with waiting as well, and Frank really fucking glad, because he just strips Frank and starts pushing in. God, it fucking hurts, but it’s not like Gerard’s his first, it’s not like Gerard’s his tenth, fifteenth, whatever, Frank should just stop thinking now because yeah, okay, he’s been around, but it’s never been like this.
Frank can feel every inch of Gerard’s cock, every single one, and he can feel the blood pulsing, throbbing, holy shit, he can feel it magnified like he’s the one about to explode, not Gerard. He is kind of about to explode, but he can wait, he can put that out of his mind, because Gerard’s dick in his ass pretty much takes every ounce of his attention. Gerard’s not even moving anymore, balls-deep inside him, and Frank’s stretched and he can’t quite catch his breath, and he’s a little bit afraid to move, a little bit afraid of Gerard moving again, and he’s not sure if Gerard stopped on purpose or if he just can’t get it together to start fucking him in earnest yet, but either way, Frank’s sort of glad. He takes a breath, moaning loudly on the exhale even though Gerard’s barely twitching—he can feel it, he can feel everything, including Gerard’s sweaty forehead, his stringy, wet hair, and his jagged fingernails scoring Frank’s sides—and finally it gets to the point where it’s not enough. Frank drops down flat against the chair, a sharper angle for Gerard, and it’s almost—almost but not—enough, but it’s better, it’s good, and he pushes back so his thighs are flush against Gerard’s, his back arching until he feels Gerard’s stomach, and that makes Gerard jerk to life. He sits up, hips jutting forward for an instant of painful perfection, and then he stops again. Frank arches the other direction, pushing his ass up towards Gerard, and moans again.
Gerard sits back further and then pushes forward in a fast—if not exactly coordinated—motion, and that time, that time it is perfect, and Frank shouts out of joy, relief, pain, pleasure, need, something, he’s not even sure. “Again, again, again,” he chants, and Gerard does, he grabs Frank’s shoulder again and pulls him back to meet his thrusts, and Frank can finally just let go and let Gerard take charge completely. He’s being used exactly the way he wants to be, and Gerard’s hand even slides around underneath the hard edge of the chair to cup Frank’s balls. He doesn’t stroke Frank’s aching dick yet, but he massages his balls enough that Frank’s moaning and crying out and fucking begging to come. His hands are so tight around the back of the chair he can’t even feel his fingers properly anymore, and his eyes are screwed shut and the chair’s digging into his stomach and hipbones and it really fucking hurts, and Gerard’s cock feels fucking enormous inside him—fucking inside him, Gerard’s fucking fucking him, what the fuck, how did this night even happen?—but Gerard’s hand is smooth and warm and a little sweaty and his cock is hitting him right in exactly the right place, over and over again, and the friction is so distracting that Frank can’t concentrate on anything, and it’s so fucking perfect that once Gerard wraps his hand—not even tightly, just loose and open, just around and touching, holding, not stroking, just holding, and it’s comforting—around Frank’s dick, Frank’s throwing his head back and coming like a motherfucker, like he hadn’t just jerked off earlier in the afternoon, like he hadn’t been laid almost every night this week, and holy hell, it’s the most amazing orgasm Frank’s ever had, and it takes him a minute to come back to himself and realize, but he does: Gerard hasn’t come yet; Gerard’s let go of his cock and has both hands around Frank’s hips, fucking him in earnest, hard and smooth and unrelenting, and Frank starts babbling to him.
wonder_walldbc: When Frank comes, Gerard's so fucking relieved, because he's been trying to hold on long enough for Frank and to come and he's damn lucky that he's even made it this far. He lets go of Frank's dick without a second thought and grabs his hips, thrusting into him like his life depends on it. He's pretty sure that he's bruising the hell out of Frank, but he could fucking care less, because this is Frank and he's fucking him, and Gerard still can't quite wrap his mind around that thought.
He's lucky, though, because Frank's recovered enough to realize that Gerard is still fucking him as hard as he can. He feels Frank clench his ass around him, and that's just fucking it, he can't do it anymore. He stops dead and comes, harder than he can remember in his entire life, and his vision whites out for a moment. Gerard slumps down on top of Frank, breathing hard and muttering a string of incomprehensible words under his breath. What Frank catches sounds a lot like "holy shit, Frank, jesus christ, fuck, fuck, fuck".
Neither of them move until Gerard's knees start getting sore. He groans and pulls his cock out of Frank. He wipes come off himself, Frank, the floor and the chair - how the fuck did it get everywhere, seriously? - with somebody's underwear. Not like either of them are planning on putting them back on anyway.
Frank flops back on his ass, then visibly winces. "Fuck, that was a bad idea."
Gerard laughs, he can't help it. They pull their clothes back on, Frank ripping his jeans even more in the process, and Gerard wipes his still-sweaty hair out of his eyes. They've got each other's t-shirts on, but who the hell cares? Frank doesn't wait long to walk back over to Gerard and kiss him again. Gerard's dick twitches slightly again, and he can feel Frank against his leg, but no, no fucking way, not after that.
"Don't think I could get it up again if I wanted to, dude," Gerard says breathlessly.
"No, I know," Frank pulls away and gives Gerard that same stupid grin that Gerard's always had some weakness for. "That's for you to remember for next time."
silentdescant: "Yeah," Gerard says, huffing out a breathless laugh. "Next time."
Frank can hear the slight uncertainty and he yanks Gerard into a kiss. "Fuck yeah. Let's get the hell out of here. I'm totally fucking you after my show next Friday. You'll be there, right?"
Frank grins happily and Gerard mumbles Yeah, duh, and Frank knows they're good, better than good, soulmates, whatever, perfection.
fin.
title: Firsts
authors:
silentdescant and wonder_walldbcpairing: Frank/Gerard
rating: so very much NC-17
words: ~4000
warning: unprotected, slightly rough sex, neverending sentences and general notfic ridiculousness.
disclaimer: not true in any way; we don't own these guys and we're not making money off this.
silentdescant: Okay so the very first MCR show, Frank was standing on a chair in the back to watch them over the (small) crowd, and so he sees Gerard all faily and chubby and he’d met them before of course, but now Gerard was SINGING and like, actually engaging the crowd, and it was AMAZING!After the show Frank goes up to him like heeeeey, Gerard, that was great! But really he’s thinking HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AMAZING. And Gerard’s shaking with nerves and stuff, even after they’re done, but he has the prettiest smile ever, and it’s not the same smile that Gerard had when he was practicing. It’s this whole new glowy, beaming type thing and Frank can’t look away.
wonder_walldbc: So Gerard's pretty sure that he's a little bit drunk, and he's also a little bit concerned that they might fuck up a whole lot. But then they DON'T, and it's actually pretty awesome, and even though he's shaking the whole time, they rock the place and the crowd is super into everything!And afterwards, when they all sort of split up, he sees Frank! And he goes over and, like, wants to know what Frank thinks, even though Frank's seen them practice a whole lot. And while Gerard's totally not tracing Frank's tattoos with his eyes (he's NOT, no way), he can hear Frank saying how good they were and he's sort of ridiculously happy to hear him say that.
Now while Gerard might be a bit drunk, so's Frank, so it's all okay when Gerard scoots them into a booth on the side of the bar, smashing them both into the same side.
silentdescant: Frank’s like OH! OKAY! And gets all up close and snuggly with Gerard, all set to chat about the show (because it was amazing! And Gerard was really sexy up there! And he looks really good even though he’s all sweaty and stringy-haired!) but then Gerard puts one arm around his shoulders and the other on Frank’s knee, and Frank’s like OHH. OKAY.Gerard’s totally shaking like a leaf, Frank can feel it because they’re all pressed up against each other, but now he’s not sure if it’s ‘cause of the post-show adrenaline or because his hand is like… on Frank’s thigh. Pretty high up on his thigh, now. Like, wow, there’s Gerard’s hand. And Frank’s pretty much frozen in place because holy shit, what is Gerard doing.
He smells kind of drunk, like the alcohol’s sweating out of him, but by this point Frank’s not sure he cares; he knows he probably smells like cheap beer. Gerard’s kind of leaning in, or maybe he’s just falling in Frank’s direction, but he’s not really making any move, even though his hand is almost at the crease of Frank’s thigh, and Frank doesn’t know what to do. Does Gerard want him to kiss him? Does Gerard want to talk, and he just can’t hear over the noise—it’s not even that loud, what the fuck—and he’s not aware of his hands? Is Gerard going to pass out in Frank’s lap?
Frank bites his lip. His brain isn’t working at full capacity and this is just too much to think about.
wonder_walldbc: Gerard's got his arm around Frank and a hand on Frank's leg because hey, Gerard's a touchy kind of guy! And yeah, his brain keeps screaming that he's had sort of a bit to drink, and that maybe he shouldn't be sitting like this in this bar with Frank. But what the hell, they just played their first show, fuck! Gerard thinks that maybe he could use a little fun.And Frank's pretty hot, Gerard's sort of noticed (not that he spends time looking at Frank or anything). He can feel his hand wandering, but Frank isn't stopping him so he figures maybe it's okay!
He's pretty sure that he wants to kiss Frank, right here, right now. But probably he shouldn't, cause Frank is his friend, you know? But Gerard doesn't like to listen to his brain a lot, and the buzz of the alcohol is making the voice in his brain speak softer and softer.
So he kisses Frank, first on the cheek, and then when Frank turns to him, on the lips. For a minute, he's pretty sure that Frank's going to freak the fuck out and run away. But then Frank doesn't! And hey, Frank's kissing back, and holy hell, maybe Gerard's done something right for once.
silentdescant: Gerard actually kisses him, on the cheek first because he’s some kind of gentleman or something, even though they’re two guys in a seedy bar, both pretty drunk and, if Frank’s not totally off base, pretty fucking horny. Frank’s played shows before, he knows how it works. The stage-high gets you insatiable. So he turns to face Gerard and Gerard kisses him again, on the lips, and he tastes like beer and the vodka shots he’d thrown back before their set.Gerard’s way hot—heh, Way hot, yeah. Frank is so fucking drunk, he realizes now—and Frank can ignore the taste and just concentrate on the feel of his lips, wet with saliva and kind of insistent. Gerard’s hand creeps up to Frank’s dick, and if Gerard had any doubts about Frank being into this—Frank’s not actually sure Gerard’s at all aware—then that would put an end to them. Frank pushes his hips up, shoulders pressing hard into the back of the booth, and tilts his head back against Gerard’s arm.
“Fuck, Gee,” he says, and Gerard totally just cuts him off and bites his lips, and fuck if Frank isn’t rock hard in seconds flat.
wonder_walldbc: Gerard's not entirely sure that he should be doing this right here, in front of people, but his dick is over-riding all of his other feelings right now. Frank definitely not pushing him away, and hell, he may as well go for it. If nothing else, he knows a guy that he's pretty sure can get them in a back room.When he feels Frank push his hips back into his hand, yeah, he's thinking they might just need that room. But he's not willing to move just yet, not when he can feel Frank practically writhing underneath him in the booth. He bites Frank's lip to stop him from making any noise and can taste a faint hint of blood on his tongue. He knows he's hard, too, but he couldn't give a fuck less right now. It's him, and it's Frank, and damnit, they're doing this.
Gerard pulls his hand away and hears Frank whimper at the loss of contact. He stands up and pulls Frank out of the booth roughly.
"Come on," he says, pushing Frank to walking in front of him, making sure to push his dick into Frank's ass so that he gets the point. Frank clearly does, and doesn't stop walking until they reach the bar. Gerard steps away for a minute to speak to the bartender, and after a quick nod, moves Frank in the direction of a door.
Hell yeah, he thinks. I'm in a fucking rock band that totally kicks ass. And I'm getting laid tonight and I don't even care that it's in the back of a shitty bar because it's Frank, and just, fuck.
silentdescant: When Gerard drags him out of the booth, it takes a moment for Frank to be able to stand on his own two feet, and even then it’s good that Gerard’s pressed up against him, because otherwise Frank would be falling to his knees and—hey, that doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. He follows Gerard’s lead into the back room, waits until the door’s closed, and then before Gerard can kiss him again—he’s about to, he’s leaning in and reaching for Frank’s face, and he looks kind of insane and needy and fucking beautiful—Frank drops straight down, his knees can handle it. Oh wait, not quite, fucking ow. Whatever. He grabs Gerard’s thighs and smashes his nose into Gerard’s jeans, and he can feel Gerard’s thighs shaking now.Gerard mumbles something, and it doesn’t even matter, because he’s unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, and then Frank decides to help him out by reaching in and taking Gerard’s cock out of his boxers. Gerard’s hands fly to his hair, and Frank mouths against the fabric pressed to the top of Gerard’s thigh, so close to his dick but just teasing for a minute. Gerard certainly teased him; it’s payback time. He gives Gerard a few good strokes, though, because seriously, Gerard’s hot and hard and fucking there in his hand, and Frank isn’t really the poster child for self control.
wonder_walldbc: The door closes and Gerard tries to kiss Frank again, but he's not quick enough. Frank's on his knees in front of him and damn, if that isn't every bit as fucking hot he imagined it. Not that he thinks about Frank in this position often or anything. He shakes under Frank's touch, but manages to get his belt undone and his zipper down, and then he can't do anything else because Frank is batting his hands out of the way.He's got his fingers tangled in Frank's hair before he can even think about it. Frank's a teasing bastard, but he thinks foggily that he probably deserves it, in some small way. But he's never seen Frank hold back when he wants something, and he's certainly not doing it now. He almost shivers when Frank strokes him, can feel his legs trembling, but manages to stay upright. Then his dick is in Frank's mouth and he's pretty sure that he can't think anymore.
If Frank's never done this before, and Gerard's pretty sure he has, he's doing a good job of faking it. There's the right amount of tongue and teeth and oh god, hi, that's the head of his cock against the back of Frank's throat. Frank's pulling his jeans down more with one hand and grabs his ass, and Gerard moans, and he doesn't care who hears.
silentdescant: Frank gets his mouth around Gerard’s dick, and it’s feels so fucking huge against the roof of his mouth, flattening his tongue, but he’s so turned on he doesn’t even care when it hits the back of his mouth, his throat, and he pushes down more, until his nose smushes against Gerard’s skin, and his throat feels open and raw and he can’t really breathe, but that’s okay, because Gerard’s almost sobbing and petting him haphazardly.Frank chokes and pulls back, eyes watering and lips coated with spit and precome he can taste Gerard like Gerard’s dick is still against his tongue. He hears Gerard say something like Fuck, or maybe Frank, or maybe neither of those and he’s just gasping out syllables, but Frank’s way into that incoherence. Gerard was fucking spitting out curses and words the kids probably didn’t even know out on stage, and now he’s reduced to this babbling, flailing, hot mess.
Frank goes down again, because now he’s tasted Gerard’s cock he just wants more, craves it now, and fuck, it’s just so fucking good, and Gerard’s fingers in his hair, digging into his scalp, shit, it’s fantastic, and Frank scratches the backs of Gerard’s thighs in reply. He can’t say much, he’s got a mouth full of leaking dick, so he keeps his lips tight around Gerard and waits for the moment Gerard takes over and fucks his mouth. He knows it’s coming, it must be coming, the way Gerard was acting out there, he knows how to control a situation. Which should mean he knows how to fucking use somebody—use Frank, fuck, Frank wants to be used raw—and Frank just waits, gagging around the tastesmellfeel of Gerard.
wonder_walldbc: Gerard's never wanted to fucking cry while someone's blowing him, but he's damn close to it right now. He can't even speak words right now, but he's pretty sure that Frank gets what he means. But then he's confused, because hey, Frank's just not really doing anything now, just sitting there, and Gerard doesn't know what the hell he's waiting for. But then Frank hums around his dick, trying to get his attention and Gerard looks down for the first time in minutes, and he can't believe what he's seeing.Frank's looking up at him, his eyes big and dark, and so fucking clearly aroused. He raises an eyebrow and finally, Gerard understands. It's not like he doesn't know how this works, but he's not used to being the one in control. He wraps his fingers tighter in Frank's hair and lets go, letting himself fuck Frank's mouth. He feels so dirty, just blatantly using Frank like this, but judging by the small sounds that Frank's making around him, it's exactly what Frank was asking for.
He's concentrating so hard on thrusting in and out of Frank's mouth that he jumps a little when Frank pushes a finger into him. "Damnit, Frank," he mutters. "Don't fucking..." He can't even say what he wants to say, but he doesn't need to. Frank pulls off Gerard's cock, a mixture of saliva and precome and sweat around his mouth. He stands up on slightly shaky legs, and Gerard can hear his knees crack.
"Want you to fuck me, Gee," he says, slurring his words not only because he's had a lot to drink, but he's also drunk on Gerard, just pure Gerard. "Don't even...just fuck me, come on."
silentdescant: Frank’s done with waiting, now. He wants what he wants and he’s going to fucking get it, the self-control of earlier is completely out the window and Gerard’s panting and gasping as if he’d just run a mile and sucked Frank’s dick all at once, and that’s kind of incredible, that Frank was able to do that to him. He knows he’s good at sucking dick, he’s had quite a few guys tell him to his face, but this is the first time it’s affected anyone the way it has Gerard, and it’s amazing, it’s affecting Frank, and Frank just wants to bend over the nearest table and let Gerard at him.“Fucking do it, fucking—fucking fuck,” he gasps, and wrenches Gerard in for a kiss. Gerard’s tongue swipes over his lips, into his mouth, and Frank opens more, letting him taste himself on Frank’s tongue. When he breaks away, he says, “Want it, want it, want it,” like a chant, and Gerard’s grabbing at Frank’s torn jeans, and oh, that hole just got way bigger, but oh well, Frank can patch it up with some duct tape or something later, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if he walks out of this shitty bar without a stitch on, as long as it’s after Gerard’s fucked him through the nearest flat surface. And if that happens to be the floor, he doesn’t care about that, either.
Frank turns around and surveys the room. His pupils are blown wide and everything’s sharp and hazy at once, it feels totally weird but not completely foreign, and sees a cluster of extra chairs. He grabs one, flips it around and kneels in front of it. He tells Gerard again to fucking fuck him, just fucking do it, and the he bends over the seat of the chair so it’s digging into his stomach, and grabs the back of it with both hands. Gerard kneels behind him and grabs Frank’s hips with the same ferocity, yanking both him and the chair a few inches backwards across the grimy floor.
wonder_walldbc: Gerard wants this just as much as Frank does, and he's so fucking turned on right now that he's not even concentrating when he kisses Frank again. He rips a huge hole in Frank's jeans, but it's not as if either of them care. Frank practically growls in his ear and then frantically looks around the room for something, anything, that they can fuck against.When Frank pulls a chair across the floor with a loud scratching sound, Gerard feels his dick twitch, still hanging outside his jeans. Frank bends over, his ass sticking up in the air as he begs Gerard to just fuck him, already, stop fucking wasting time. Gerard drops to the floor behind him, pulling Frank's hips back towards his own.
"Jeans, off, fucking right now, Frank," he grits out between his teeth. Frank gets his pants down barely around the floor, the material caught around his knees, but Gerard is so beyond caring. He licks his palm, since it's not like he brought anything with him, and slicks up his cock. He grabs his dick in one hand and puts the other hand on Frank's shoulder. He pushes in without a second thought and sees stars.
Frank's so fucking tight, Gerard's surprised he hasn't come already. When he can feel his balls meet the sweaty skin of Frank's ass, he stops, panting and gasping for breath. He rests his head on Frank's back and listens to Frank moaning with every little move Gerard makes inside him.
silentdescant: Gerard’s apparently done with waiting as well, and Frank really fucking glad, because he just strips Frank and starts pushing in. God, it fucking hurts, but it’s not like Gerard’s his first, it’s not like Gerard’s his tenth, fifteenth, whatever, Frank should just stop thinking now because yeah, okay, he’s been around, but it’s never been like this.Frank can feel every inch of Gerard’s cock, every single one, and he can feel the blood pulsing, throbbing, holy shit, he can feel it magnified like he’s the one about to explode, not Gerard. He is kind of about to explode, but he can wait, he can put that out of his mind, because Gerard’s dick in his ass pretty much takes every ounce of his attention. Gerard’s not even moving anymore, balls-deep inside him, and Frank’s stretched and he can’t quite catch his breath, and he’s a little bit afraid to move, a little bit afraid of Gerard moving again, and he’s not sure if Gerard stopped on purpose or if he just can’t get it together to start fucking him in earnest yet, but either way, Frank’s sort of glad. He takes a breath, moaning loudly on the exhale even though Gerard’s barely twitching—he can feel it, he can feel everything, including Gerard’s sweaty forehead, his stringy, wet hair, and his jagged fingernails scoring Frank’s sides—and finally it gets to the point where it’s not enough. Frank drops down flat against the chair, a sharper angle for Gerard, and it’s almost—almost but not—enough, but it’s better, it’s good, and he pushes back so his thighs are flush against Gerard’s, his back arching until he feels Gerard’s stomach, and that makes Gerard jerk to life. He sits up, hips jutting forward for an instant of painful perfection, and then he stops again. Frank arches the other direction, pushing his ass up towards Gerard, and moans again.
Gerard sits back further and then pushes forward in a fast—if not exactly coordinated—motion, and that time, that time it is perfect, and Frank shouts out of joy, relief, pain, pleasure, need, something, he’s not even sure. “Again, again, again,” he chants, and Gerard does, he grabs Frank’s shoulder again and pulls him back to meet his thrusts, and Frank can finally just let go and let Gerard take charge completely. He’s being used exactly the way he wants to be, and Gerard’s hand even slides around underneath the hard edge of the chair to cup Frank’s balls. He doesn’t stroke Frank’s aching dick yet, but he massages his balls enough that Frank’s moaning and crying out and fucking begging to come. His hands are so tight around the back of the chair he can’t even feel his fingers properly anymore, and his eyes are screwed shut and the chair’s digging into his stomach and hipbones and it really fucking hurts, and Gerard’s cock feels fucking enormous inside him—fucking inside him, Gerard’s fucking fucking him, what the fuck, how did this night even happen?—but Gerard’s hand is smooth and warm and a little sweaty and his cock is hitting him right in exactly the right place, over and over again, and the friction is so distracting that Frank can’t concentrate on anything, and it’s so fucking perfect that once Gerard wraps his hand—not even tightly, just loose and open, just around and touching, holding, not stroking, just holding, and it’s comforting—around Frank’s dick, Frank’s throwing his head back and coming like a motherfucker, like he hadn’t just jerked off earlier in the afternoon, like he hadn’t been laid almost every night this week, and holy hell, it’s the most amazing orgasm Frank’s ever had, and it takes him a minute to come back to himself and realize, but he does: Gerard hasn’t come yet; Gerard’s let go of his cock and has both hands around Frank’s hips, fucking him in earnest, hard and smooth and unrelenting, and Frank starts babbling to him.
wonder_walldbc: When Frank comes, Gerard's so fucking relieved, because he's been trying to hold on long enough for Frank and to come and he's damn lucky that he's even made it this far. He lets go of Frank's dick without a second thought and grabs his hips, thrusting into him like his life depends on it. He's pretty sure that he's bruising the hell out of Frank, but he could fucking care less, because this is Frank and he's fucking him, and Gerard still can't quite wrap his mind around that thought.He's lucky, though, because Frank's recovered enough to realize that Gerard is still fucking him as hard as he can. He feels Frank clench his ass around him, and that's just fucking it, he can't do it anymore. He stops dead and comes, harder than he can remember in his entire life, and his vision whites out for a moment. Gerard slumps down on top of Frank, breathing hard and muttering a string of incomprehensible words under his breath. What Frank catches sounds a lot like "holy shit, Frank, jesus christ, fuck, fuck, fuck".
Neither of them move until Gerard's knees start getting sore. He groans and pulls his cock out of Frank. He wipes come off himself, Frank, the floor and the chair - how the fuck did it get everywhere, seriously? - with somebody's underwear. Not like either of them are planning on putting them back on anyway.
Frank flops back on his ass, then visibly winces. "Fuck, that was a bad idea."
Gerard laughs, he can't help it. They pull their clothes back on, Frank ripping his jeans even more in the process, and Gerard wipes his still-sweaty hair out of his eyes. They've got each other's t-shirts on, but who the hell cares? Frank doesn't wait long to walk back over to Gerard and kiss him again. Gerard's dick twitches slightly again, and he can feel Frank against his leg, but no, no fucking way, not after that.
"Don't think I could get it up again if I wanted to, dude," Gerard says breathlessly.
"No, I know," Frank pulls away and gives Gerard that same stupid grin that Gerard's always had some weakness for. "That's for you to remember for next time."
silentdescant: "Yeah," Gerard says, huffing out a breathless laugh. "Next time."Frank can hear the slight uncertainty and he yanks Gerard into a kiss. "Fuck yeah. Let's get the hell out of here. I'm totally fucking you after my show next Friday. You'll be there, right?"
Frank grins happily and Gerard mumbles Yeah, duh, and Frank knows they're good, better than good, soulmates, whatever, perfection.
fin.