Delinquent [14/24]
Delinquent [14/24] by all_tattooed
Frank/Gerard [NC-17 - language, violence, crime, mentions of drugs & alcohol, sex ...etc.]
RPS. Don't know. Don't own. No harm intended.
~4447 words.
Summary: When Frank goes to Juvy, his counselor reforms him in a questionable manner.
Thanks to skelterellax for beta'ing. xo
Con-Crit welcome. Comments are nice.
Chapter 13
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Chapter 14
Not long after the pair had finished dinner, Gerard had suggested to Frankie that they call it a night. It was rather cool outside and considering Frank’s young age, hanging out in a bar for a while wasn’t really an option. Instead, they settled with lounging around Mikey’s apartment, huddled on the sofa and watching a collection of movies both of them had seen more times than necessary.
“That was nice tonight Gee, Thanks.” Frank smiled to himself as he pulled a bowl of melted white chocolate out of the microwave. Together they had decided that strawberries and chocolate were the snack of choice for the night, after Gerard had complained that popcorn kernel shells always got stuck in his teeth.
Gerard smirked as he moved away from the kitchen counter and snaked his arms around the younger man’s waist, his tongue gliding lightly along Frank’s jaw-line before he spoke. “It’s no problem. I mean, usually I’d take a guy on a date at least one before I fuck them, but you I guess were an exception.”
Frank laughed softly as he pulled a spoon out from the draw and stirred the chocolate before picking up the bowl. “You’re a real charmer you know that?”
Gerard picked up the plate of strawberries with one hand and dipped his finger in the chocolate, sucking it off quickly before making his way over to the living room. “Of course I do.”
They made themselves comfy on the couch, blanket covering their legs, food on their laps when Frank seemingly paused in thought and look pensively at his counselor.
“You know, I don’t think I’m actually an exception. As far as I remember, I fucked you.” He raised his eyebrows, as he dipped a strawberry in the chocolate and bit it, Gerard not taking his eyes off of his movements.
After a moment, the older man turned away, stirring on just how right Frank was. He grabbed the DVD remote off the coffee table in front of him and pressed play, his stomach tightening a little as he wished he could have actually seen the kid’s face while he was being fucked. God he was twisted.
“Are you busy tonight?” He asked, his tone tedious, eyes not leaving the television screen.
Frank bit into another strawberry and eyed the other half as he contemplated his answer. With the kinds of things Gerard would talk about in his sessions, Frank should have guessed it earlier. Something in the way the older man had let his lame yet suggestive line roll monotonously from his mouth had him quickly finding a part of his counselor he had honestly expected to see more of much sooner. He may have been sweet, even a bit of a hopeless romantic, but Frank could tell he was dirty as fuck, hence the situation they were in.
“So, did you bring me here this weekend just in hopes you’d get to fuck me?”
Gerard dropped the strawberry that was on its way to his mouth, white chocolate smearing down his shirt. His eyes went wide with shock and he didn’t bother picking the fruit back up from where it had rolled to on the floor. He turned slowly to Frank, the boy noticeably trying to hide a smirk.
“No, Frank! Jesus. Is that honestly how you thought I saw you? Just some kid I wanted to fuck?”
Right now Frank didn’t even care if that’s how he had first thought of him. He knew the man liked him, he may have been stupid enough to risk himself by having sex with him, but he wasn’t stupid enough to bring him away for the weekend with only that one intention; sleep with him then once they were back to Juvy, act like nothing had happened. Mostly he just wanted to hear the man say ‘fuck’, and maybe watch him try to defend himself.
“Oh come on Gerard. You can’t try to tell me that you hadn’t once imagined bending me over your desk.” Frank’s face remained innocent. He held back on emitting any signs to Gerard that he was trying to work him up.
If it were possible, the older man’s mouth hung open even more, his mind not able to process the way Frank was talking let alone come up with anything to say back to him. He was supposed to talk like this, not Frank.
But Frank continued, loving the look of shock on his counselor’s face. “I bet you wanted to lock the office door and fuck me into the wall, your hand over my mouth to try to keep me quiet.”
Gerard swallowed dryly before Frank added, “I would have liked that.” He dipped another strawberry in the bowl of chocolate casually and ate it, shrugging a little as he looked away from his counselor and settled his gaze on the TV, the movie only just beginning.
Gerard would have probably been painfully hard by now if he weren’t so fucking stunned by the teens divulgence. He really hoped that this wasn’t some sort of power trip that Frank was having to make him feel like creep. If there was any sincerity in what Frank was saying, Gerard was not only learning the teen had a level of confidence he was unaware of, he was also beginning to think that any chance of actually being able deter Frank from stealing cars again in future counsel sessions was going to be mentored to him with a awfully illegal method.
After regaining some of his composure, Gerard blinked rapidly and swallowed again, his mouth still slightly open as he turned back to the TV before asking, “Are you being serious?”
Frank looked at the man sideways. The most appropriate answer would have been ‘no’, but in all honesty, he was quite serious. He liked Gerard more than he probably should have to prevent himself from getting hurt somehow, but this was new to him and as far as he could tell, the older man wasn’t in this just to tie himself over until he found something better. So until his time was up in Juvy and there was a more of a chance for them to hold some sort of stable relationship, he was more than happy to spend his counsel session fucking.
He answered plainly. “Yeah.”
Gerard let out a deep and shaky breath. Frank as a jealous teenager was hard enough to handle, but as unexpected as it was, Frank as jealous, horny, straight-forward teenager was something Gerard was going to spend …probably only the next few moments struggling to get over.
“You’ve changed.” Gerard stated, before voicing his next thought, “Is there something wrong with you that I don’t know about?”
Frank laughed, throwing his head back. Actually, he did kind of feel like there was something wrong with him, although, being particularly blatant wasn’t new for him, he probably couldn’t be more outspoken if he tried. Yeah he had gotten himself riled up over stupid things, but it didn’t take too long for him to suck it up and realize he was being completely irrational. After hearing from Bert tonight and having time to mull over it, Frank was pretty certain that his counselor wasn’t that much of an asshole that he’d actually go crawling back to the guy, especially after what he’d put Mikey up to.
He hadn’t gotten a new wind, nor had he gotten a abrupt burst of confidence, he was simply opening up, warming to the company that was Gerard.
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” he paused, “well at least not anything I’m aware of.”
“Oh okay. So basically what you’re saying is, now that you know I actually like you, all you wanna do is have sex?” Gerard turned on the lounge a little and looked with raised eyebrows at Frank. “I don’t know if I should be insulted or just fucking kiss you.”
Frank sighed. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised. It’s not like I was hesitant to fuck you in the first place.”
Gerard rolled his eyes, his mouth opening in shock again. He just didn’t fucking stop.
“Oh Frank for fuck sake, come on. One minute you think I’m the biggest asshole for telling your friend to take off his shirt, then you freak about Bert calling, then at the restaurant you were so paranoid someone was going to notice we were together and now you’re some dirty-mouthed kid. What the fuck?” Gerard’s voice raised dramatically during his little rant and Frank was actually beginning to think the man was getting pissed off about this.
“You already know why I was paranoid at the restaurant, don’t try and make out like I am some sort of head case. Are you really getting the shits about this?”
Gerard looked away quickly, thinking about it. Was he really shitty about this? No. He was confused as all hell, but he was hardly truly pissed off. He turned back to Frank, who was watching the movie rather contently. Maybe he was looking too far into this, maybe Frank had half the right to react the way he did, it only explained one thing though, and that was just how much he really did like Gerard. He thought about it more before answering, Frank didn’t seem too desperate for an answer though. Maybe this was what he was really like? After all, he did kind of have a direct attitude whenever they had counsel sessions together and so far today he hadn’t really had the chance to be like that, given they’d been out most of the day.
Gerard took a deep breath, his eye still fixated on the boy sat next to him. “Fuck you’re hot.” He said plainly, because really, that was all he could even think.
Frank smiled, not looking away from the TV. “Now you sound like Mr. Way.”
Gerard scrunched his nose as he tried to suppress his laugh and he closed his eyes as a wave of realization washed over him. If Frank had come out and said that earlier, he wouldn’t have needed a more detailed explanation for the teen’s new sexual innuendoes.
“Is that what you love, Frankie? The fact that I’m so candid and inappropriate?”
“Well yeah.” Frank shrugged. “I mean, before today that’s really all you’ve ever been.”
Gerard thought about it for a moment, considering that the entire time the pair were in counseling, Frank was just anticipating him to make some sort of advance.
“So, that time you were practically crawling on my desk, -which killed me to watch by the way- you wouldn’t have cared if I just like, kissed you or something?”
This conversation was delving into further detail than Frank had both expected and found necessary. He didn’t know what else to say to his counselor to make him understand that up until he had heard about Gerard’s little situation with Pete, he wasn’t even aware of just how much he liked him. He loved Gerard’s quirkiness, the way he would talk about things he probably wasn’t supposed to, his sly flirting and the fact that he had humorously pissed his friends off. He had never really thought about how physically endearing his counselor was, hence he wasn’t gay, he was engaged by his personality, that’s what he thought was hot.
“Ah, well. I could say that I wouldn’t have cared, but looking back now, I probably would have been a little shocked, however I can’t say that I wouldn’t have wanted it. I don’t know.”
Gerard smirked and shuffled across on the lounge as his hand travelled under the blanket and onto Frank’s leg, slinking up his thigh. “Frank Iero, you little huss.”
“Well what about you? Did you want to do that?” Frank asked as he placed the strawberries and bowl of chocolate on the coffee table before turning to face his counselor.
Gerard nodded slowly, his eyes not even on the teen and his hand rubbing against the crease of Frank’s leg and crotch. Frank shifted on the spot, pressing his hips up further into Gerard’s touch.
“Tell me what you wanted to do.”
Gerard’s hand rubbed harder against Frank’s crotch and he leaned his face in towards his neck, his broken breaths becoming heavier in the teen’s ear as he kissed at his skin. “I just wanted you to fuck me.”
Frank’s eyes fell closed. He tilted his head and he moved an arm to tangle his fingers in his counselor’s hair, pressing his lips harder into his neck. He let out a soft murmur as his other hand crept under the blanket and found Gerard’s own, intertwining their fingers, he grinded into his hand, helping the older man coax him to an erection.
Gerard sucked hard on Frank’s neck, his hand dipping into the boy’s pants for a moment before he pulled back out and simply began undoing them. “On the floor.” He whispered heatedly against his cheek, his tongue beginning to travel along Frank’s jaw-line. “ And I wanted you to suck my cock under the desk. I wanted someone to walk in so I’d have to look like I wasn’t getting off.” He finished, pressing his lips hard against Frank’s and forcing their mouths open together.
Frank’s hand moved to the back of Gerard’s neck and he let out a moan so gentle that the older man could just taste the sex in his mouth. This is what Frank wanted. These were the kinds of words he wanted to hear spill from his counselor’s mouth. Right now, he didn’t care for what had happened throughout the day so far, all he wanted was Gerard to be the man from Juvy. The man who had, on countless occasions, spoken to him as if he was just perverted. He wanted Mr. Way and he wanted to feel like he was going to get in serious trouble for what they were both doing.
His mouth moved against Gerard’s feverishly. His fingers twisting through his long hair as he began grinding harder against the older man’s hand. He took a deep breath, almost sucking the air straight from Gerard’s lungs before attempting to speak. “God. Fuck. Gerard, you creepy fuck…” He took another breath, biting his counselor’s bottom lip as he forced the man’s hand into his pants, “…what else? Tell me what else.”
Gerard moaned in the back of his throat. Right then he thought he wouldn’t even need to have sex with Frank, he was convinced he was going to come in his pants just by listening to boy talk to him. But still, he wanted more, if they were going to continue talking dirty then he had to feel dirty. He wanted to sink his teeth into Frank’s shoulders and leave marks on him, just to have the fear that they would be noticed, that Frank would be questioned. He wanted their bodies to be pressed so close that Frank’s age would seep into his pores and people would be able to smell the illegalities on his skin.
He stood up from the lounge, the blanket covering them both haphazardly tossed to the floor and he gripped the waistband of Frank’s pants and pulled them completely off him. Frank’s own hand wrapped around his cock, his lids heavy and he looked up at Gerard as he began to slowly jerk himself. Gerard stared directly at his movement as he subconsciously removed his own pants at a pace that was nearly impossible. Frank gripped at Gerard’s fingers and pulled him onto the couch, instantly maneuvering himself as he did so and straddle his counselor’s hips.
Their lips attached again, but Gerard’s brain was having a hard time in telling his muscles to move so his mouth simply hung open against the teen’s and he breathed curses and jumbled letters at the feeling of his cock pressing into Frank’s.
“Gerard…” Frank muttered through loosely gritted teeth, grinding himself into the older man, “…fuck, I wanna know what else.”
Gerard still couldn’t process. His hands gripped Frank’s ass and he pushed himself up against him, shallowly repeating, “fuck…fuck…fuck…” Frank’s mouth travelled to his collarbone, where he began sucking hard on the exposed, pale skin and for a moment the air around Gerard’s head cooled, giving him the chance to speak again. “I wanted to sneak into your room when I worked back late and run the risk of your friend waking up, just so I could fuck you out of your sleep.”
Frank moaned, biting down on his counselor’s shoulder, his painted nails digging into the man’s thighs. “You’re sick. God I, fuck. You’re so filthy.”
Frank dragged his tongue up along Gerard’s neck, reaching his jaw then placing short kisses almost all over his face. Gerard’s eyes darted all over the top half of the teen’s body, the colors of the tattoos on his arms seemingly brighter against his glowing skin. This wasn’t enough, he needed to see more of Frank. He needed him naked, right in front of him, sitting on his lap and grinding, right there for him to see.
He quickly grabbed the hem of the teen’s shirt, but Frank’s leaned position was making it hard to pull it up any further than he shoulders. He sighed, urging the boy up. He was flustered and rushed, and struggling to speak.
“Frankie, take this off. Off. Off. Take this off.”
Frank leaned back, helping Gerard remove his shirt. “Take yours off too.”
Gerard nodded quickly, not even acknowledging that he was doing so. He started at pulling up his shirt, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off Frank and he was sure he would just explode if he had to have cotton covering his eyes for one moment. He didn’t want one moment in which he couldn’t see him. Right now, Frank was just too fucking much. He was too hot, too sweet, too dirty and too unpredictable. Gerard wanted to know exactly what he was thinking in that very moment, if he was even thinking anything at all or if he was, did it make any fucking sense? He had found a piece of the boy that was just too hard to handle and he wanted to hold onto it, he wanted to hold on and never let go.
“Gerard, take your fucking shirt off!” Frank grinded against his counselor again, pulling him out of his mental euphoria as he began pulling the man’s shirt off himself. Gerard simply lifted his arms up, unable to do much of anything else other than absorb the state Frank was in.
After throwing Gerard’s shirt to the floor, Frank’s hands ran through his counselor’s hair before resting on the sides of his face he began kissing him again. Gerard’s movements seemed slowed as his fingers trailed up the teen’s legs and he kissed him back with delicate force, their mouths wet and breaths deep. Frank slipped an arm around Gerard’s shoulder as he lent back, outstretching his other arm to the floor and pulling his counselor down to the ground with him. With low grunts their chests collided and Frank’s legs instantly wrapped around the man’s hips, his hands gripped tightly to Gerard’s forearms as he pushed himself up, their cock’s grinding against one another’s.
“Holy fuck. I wanna fuck you.” Gerard’s voice was barely there. His eye’s trailed all over Frank’s body again before he leaned down and let his mouth leave marks all over the teen’s inked skin. Kissing, sucking, biting, moaning into his flesh. He wanted to do everything all at once; his mind couldn’t separate his actions.
Frank smirked lazily, tilting his head to the ceiling as he arched his back from the floor, pressing his hips against Gerard’s again. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“What?” Gerard mumbled, his lips still attached to the Frank’s stomach.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” He repeated, sitting up slightly, causing Gerard to back away a little. “The floor’s gonna break my fucking neck.”
“Okay.” Gerard moved further away, reaching for his pants and fumbling to get something out of his wallet.
Frank looked on. “What are you doing?”
Gerard didn’t answer. He found what he was looking for and stood up, grabbing Frank’s hand and pulling him up with him, their lips crashing together again and his hands wrapping around the boy’s body. They became more frantic, gripping at each other as they tried hopelessly to make their way to the bedroom, legs almost tangled and for a moment Frank was sure Gerard had lifted him from the ground. Almost past the kitchen, Frank struggled to keep his balance, wrapping his arms around the older man’s shoulders, their inability to walk in a straight line quickly had him forced against the dining table.
Gerard simply couldn’t take it anymore, he wasn’t going to make it to the bedroom, he needed to fuck the kid right there. “Fuck this…” He breathed, placing one hard kiss on Frank’s lips and grabbing his hips to turn him around. “I’m fucking you here. Bend over.”
Frank complied, though without much of a choice. He turned the rest of the way around and was facing straight out the balcony window when he felt his counselors palms flat on his back and pushing him down. “…fucking disgusting.” He spat, aching with the feeling of being totally exposed.
Gerard leaned down over him, kissing up his back as he told Frank to ‘shut his mouth’, before opening the small packet of lubricant he had grabbed, with his teeth. He squeezed it onto his fingers and discarded the pack as he took a hold of his cock, rubbing the lube over himself before wiping his hand clean on Frank’s back. Frank arched upwards, impatiently pushing himself against his counselor who was carefully trying to line himself up with the teen’s entrance.
Gerard grunted, digging his fingers into Frank’s hips, the boy’s movement causing him to have to start over. “Frankie, just hold still for a sec, fuck.”
Frank let out and exaggerated moan, pushing himself against Gerard again, trying to provoke a little anger out of him. “I need you to fuck me Mr. Way.” He breathed, feeling the head of his counselor’s cock push into him.
Gerard closed his eyes and bit his lip, continuing to push inside the teen as he tried to stop himself from loving what Frank had just said. “Don’t.” He muttered as felt himself go deeper.
Frank let his head fall against the table and he began to slowly push himself back on Gerard’s cock. The older man’s grip on Frank’s hips tighten, he wanted so badly to just thrust into him, but he had to savor this, he wanted to watch Frank squirm for a while. After a few more slowed movements, Gerard had eased himself in almost all the way and began thrusting gently, watching the muscles in Frank’s back tense and loosen, his skin sweaty and the ends of hair a little wet.
“Gerard, you’re being a girl, fucking move.” Frank pushed himself back hard and the older man’s eyes went wide with shock. He let out a sharp breath as he got knocked back a little, losing a hold of the teen.
Gerard smirked to himself. Although he was a little surprised at how rough Frank was being, he assumed the moment felt too good for him to care about the pain. He laid a hand flat on the table and grabbed Frank’s hair with the other, pulling his head up as he began thrusting hard into him. Speaking between grunts, “stop, being, fucking, desperate.” He pushed the teen’s head back down onto the table before pulling it back up again, listening to his moans get caught in his throat and his breathing short and restricted.
“Look at yourself.” He spat.
Frank could feel his hipbones crunching on the edge of the table with every movement his counselor made. Their angle was perfect and more often than not, Frank could feel Gerard nail his prostate and he was quickly becoming a complete mess.
Frank attempted to talk, his mouth hung opening and he tried speaking his counselor’s name, instead he seemed to have moaned a collection of random letters.
Gerard leaned forward and laid his chest against Frank’s back, his hand still in the boy’s hair as he kissed at the back of his neck, all the way to the side of his face before he looked at Frank’s face in the reflection of the uncovered window right in front of them. “Open your eyes Frank.” He whispered closely into the boy’s ear, his hand falling from Frank’s hair and slinking under his arm to hold him by his shoulders.
Frank opened his eyes and bit his bottom lip, watching Gerard’s face as he stood back up and continued to fuck him into the lacquered wood. Gerard’s lids were lazy and he wouldn’t take them off Frank’s own, they just stared intensely at one another’s reflection, Gerard’s pace becoming quicker and his thrust becoming harder and as he hit Frank’s prostate more and more often, the teen gripped the edges of the table and pushed back, feeling he was going to come at any second.
“Are you gonna come soon Frankie?” Gerard asked, taking a hold of the boy’s hips again.
Frank nodded, his head falling back down to rest against the cool wood.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah”
Gerard thrust once more, earning a broken moan from Frank before feeling his legs go weak and all of blood rushing to his stomach as he came hard in the teen, still pressed tightly against him. Frank’s body stiffened for a moment and could feel Gerard was finishing as he propped himself up on his elbows and came quickly on to the dining table.
They pair were still, breathing steadily and waiting for the feeling to return to the rest of their bodies’. Finally Frank shifted on the table and Gerard pulled out of him and stepped back, taking a hold of Frank’s forearm and helping him up. Frank turned to face him, standing separately from each other for a moment before Gerard wrapped his arms around the teen and hugged him tightly, placing a few short kisses on his forehead.
Frank smiled against his counselor chest, kissing his collarbone and letting his hands rest around the small of Gerard’s back. They remained like that for a minute, their breathing finally slowing as they just held each other and knew exactly why they felt need for it before Frank spoke.
“Hey, I totally just came all over your brother’s table.”
Chapter 15
Frank/Gerard [NC-17 - language, violence, crime, mentions of drugs & alcohol, sex ...etc.]
RPS. Don't know. Don't own. No harm intended.
~4447 words.
Summary: When Frank goes to Juvy, his counselor reforms him in a questionable manner.
Thanks to skelterellax for beta'ing. xo
Con-Crit welcome. Comments are nice.
Chapter 13
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Chapter 14
Not long after the pair had finished dinner, Gerard had suggested to Frankie that they call it a night. It was rather cool outside and considering Frank’s young age, hanging out in a bar for a while wasn’t really an option. Instead, they settled with lounging around Mikey’s apartment, huddled on the sofa and watching a collection of movies both of them had seen more times than necessary.
“That was nice tonight Gee, Thanks.” Frank smiled to himself as he pulled a bowl of melted white chocolate out of the microwave. Together they had decided that strawberries and chocolate were the snack of choice for the night, after Gerard had complained that popcorn kernel shells always got stuck in his teeth.
Gerard smirked as he moved away from the kitchen counter and snaked his arms around the younger man’s waist, his tongue gliding lightly along Frank’s jaw-line before he spoke. “It’s no problem. I mean, usually I’d take a guy on a date at least one before I fuck them, but you I guess were an exception.”
Frank laughed softly as he pulled a spoon out from the draw and stirred the chocolate before picking up the bowl. “You’re a real charmer you know that?”
Gerard picked up the plate of strawberries with one hand and dipped his finger in the chocolate, sucking it off quickly before making his way over to the living room. “Of course I do.”
They made themselves comfy on the couch, blanket covering their legs, food on their laps when Frank seemingly paused in thought and look pensively at his counselor.
“You know, I don’t think I’m actually an exception. As far as I remember, I fucked you.” He raised his eyebrows, as he dipped a strawberry in the chocolate and bit it, Gerard not taking his eyes off of his movements.
After a moment, the older man turned away, stirring on just how right Frank was. He grabbed the DVD remote off the coffee table in front of him and pressed play, his stomach tightening a little as he wished he could have actually seen the kid’s face while he was being fucked. God he was twisted.
“Are you busy tonight?” He asked, his tone tedious, eyes not leaving the television screen.
Frank bit into another strawberry and eyed the other half as he contemplated his answer. With the kinds of things Gerard would talk about in his sessions, Frank should have guessed it earlier. Something in the way the older man had let his lame yet suggestive line roll monotonously from his mouth had him quickly finding a part of his counselor he had honestly expected to see more of much sooner. He may have been sweet, even a bit of a hopeless romantic, but Frank could tell he was dirty as fuck, hence the situation they were in.
“So, did you bring me here this weekend just in hopes you’d get to fuck me?”
Gerard dropped the strawberry that was on its way to his mouth, white chocolate smearing down his shirt. His eyes went wide with shock and he didn’t bother picking the fruit back up from where it had rolled to on the floor. He turned slowly to Frank, the boy noticeably trying to hide a smirk.
“No, Frank! Jesus. Is that honestly how you thought I saw you? Just some kid I wanted to fuck?”
Right now Frank didn’t even care if that’s how he had first thought of him. He knew the man liked him, he may have been stupid enough to risk himself by having sex with him, but he wasn’t stupid enough to bring him away for the weekend with only that one intention; sleep with him then once they were back to Juvy, act like nothing had happened. Mostly he just wanted to hear the man say ‘fuck’, and maybe watch him try to defend himself.
“Oh come on Gerard. You can’t try to tell me that you hadn’t once imagined bending me over your desk.” Frank’s face remained innocent. He held back on emitting any signs to Gerard that he was trying to work him up.
If it were possible, the older man’s mouth hung open even more, his mind not able to process the way Frank was talking let alone come up with anything to say back to him. He was supposed to talk like this, not Frank.
But Frank continued, loving the look of shock on his counselor’s face. “I bet you wanted to lock the office door and fuck me into the wall, your hand over my mouth to try to keep me quiet.”
Gerard swallowed dryly before Frank added, “I would have liked that.” He dipped another strawberry in the bowl of chocolate casually and ate it, shrugging a little as he looked away from his counselor and settled his gaze on the TV, the movie only just beginning.
Gerard would have probably been painfully hard by now if he weren’t so fucking stunned by the teens divulgence. He really hoped that this wasn’t some sort of power trip that Frank was having to make him feel like creep. If there was any sincerity in what Frank was saying, Gerard was not only learning the teen had a level of confidence he was unaware of, he was also beginning to think that any chance of actually being able deter Frank from stealing cars again in future counsel sessions was going to be mentored to him with a awfully illegal method.
After regaining some of his composure, Gerard blinked rapidly and swallowed again, his mouth still slightly open as he turned back to the TV before asking, “Are you being serious?”
Frank looked at the man sideways. The most appropriate answer would have been ‘no’, but in all honesty, he was quite serious. He liked Gerard more than he probably should have to prevent himself from getting hurt somehow, but this was new to him and as far as he could tell, the older man wasn’t in this just to tie himself over until he found something better. So until his time was up in Juvy and there was a more of a chance for them to hold some sort of stable relationship, he was more than happy to spend his counsel session fucking.
He answered plainly. “Yeah.”
Gerard let out a deep and shaky breath. Frank as a jealous teenager was hard enough to handle, but as unexpected as it was, Frank as jealous, horny, straight-forward teenager was something Gerard was going to spend …probably only the next few moments struggling to get over.
“You’ve changed.” Gerard stated, before voicing his next thought, “Is there something wrong with you that I don’t know about?”
Frank laughed, throwing his head back. Actually, he did kind of feel like there was something wrong with him, although, being particularly blatant wasn’t new for him, he probably couldn’t be more outspoken if he tried. Yeah he had gotten himself riled up over stupid things, but it didn’t take too long for him to suck it up and realize he was being completely irrational. After hearing from Bert tonight and having time to mull over it, Frank was pretty certain that his counselor wasn’t that much of an asshole that he’d actually go crawling back to the guy, especially after what he’d put Mikey up to.
He hadn’t gotten a new wind, nor had he gotten a abrupt burst of confidence, he was simply opening up, warming to the company that was Gerard.
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” he paused, “well at least not anything I’m aware of.”
“Oh okay. So basically what you’re saying is, now that you know I actually like you, all you wanna do is have sex?” Gerard turned on the lounge a little and looked with raised eyebrows at Frank. “I don’t know if I should be insulted or just fucking kiss you.”
Frank sighed. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised. It’s not like I was hesitant to fuck you in the first place.”
Gerard rolled his eyes, his mouth opening in shock again. He just didn’t fucking stop.
“Oh Frank for fuck sake, come on. One minute you think I’m the biggest asshole for telling your friend to take off his shirt, then you freak about Bert calling, then at the restaurant you were so paranoid someone was going to notice we were together and now you’re some dirty-mouthed kid. What the fuck?” Gerard’s voice raised dramatically during his little rant and Frank was actually beginning to think the man was getting pissed off about this.
“You already know why I was paranoid at the restaurant, don’t try and make out like I am some sort of head case. Are you really getting the shits about this?”
Gerard looked away quickly, thinking about it. Was he really shitty about this? No. He was confused as all hell, but he was hardly truly pissed off. He turned back to Frank, who was watching the movie rather contently. Maybe he was looking too far into this, maybe Frank had half the right to react the way he did, it only explained one thing though, and that was just how much he really did like Gerard. He thought about it more before answering, Frank didn’t seem too desperate for an answer though. Maybe this was what he was really like? After all, he did kind of have a direct attitude whenever they had counsel sessions together and so far today he hadn’t really had the chance to be like that, given they’d been out most of the day.
Gerard took a deep breath, his eye still fixated on the boy sat next to him. “Fuck you’re hot.” He said plainly, because really, that was all he could even think.
Frank smiled, not looking away from the TV. “Now you sound like Mr. Way.”
Gerard scrunched his nose as he tried to suppress his laugh and he closed his eyes as a wave of realization washed over him. If Frank had come out and said that earlier, he wouldn’t have needed a more detailed explanation for the teen’s new sexual innuendoes.
“Is that what you love, Frankie? The fact that I’m so candid and inappropriate?”
“Well yeah.” Frank shrugged. “I mean, before today that’s really all you’ve ever been.”
Gerard thought about it for a moment, considering that the entire time the pair were in counseling, Frank was just anticipating him to make some sort of advance.
“So, that time you were practically crawling on my desk, -which killed me to watch by the way- you wouldn’t have cared if I just like, kissed you or something?”
This conversation was delving into further detail than Frank had both expected and found necessary. He didn’t know what else to say to his counselor to make him understand that up until he had heard about Gerard’s little situation with Pete, he wasn’t even aware of just how much he liked him. He loved Gerard’s quirkiness, the way he would talk about things he probably wasn’t supposed to, his sly flirting and the fact that he had humorously pissed his friends off. He had never really thought about how physically endearing his counselor was, hence he wasn’t gay, he was engaged by his personality, that’s what he thought was hot.
“Ah, well. I could say that I wouldn’t have cared, but looking back now, I probably would have been a little shocked, however I can’t say that I wouldn’t have wanted it. I don’t know.”
Gerard smirked and shuffled across on the lounge as his hand travelled under the blanket and onto Frank’s leg, slinking up his thigh. “Frank Iero, you little huss.”
“Well what about you? Did you want to do that?” Frank asked as he placed the strawberries and bowl of chocolate on the coffee table before turning to face his counselor.
Gerard nodded slowly, his eyes not even on the teen and his hand rubbing against the crease of Frank’s leg and crotch. Frank shifted on the spot, pressing his hips up further into Gerard’s touch.
“Tell me what you wanted to do.”
Gerard’s hand rubbed harder against Frank’s crotch and he leaned his face in towards his neck, his broken breaths becoming heavier in the teen’s ear as he kissed at his skin. “I just wanted you to fuck me.”
Frank’s eyes fell closed. He tilted his head and he moved an arm to tangle his fingers in his counselor’s hair, pressing his lips harder into his neck. He let out a soft murmur as his other hand crept under the blanket and found Gerard’s own, intertwining their fingers, he grinded into his hand, helping the older man coax him to an erection.
Gerard sucked hard on Frank’s neck, his hand dipping into the boy’s pants for a moment before he pulled back out and simply began undoing them. “On the floor.” He whispered heatedly against his cheek, his tongue beginning to travel along Frank’s jaw-line. “ And I wanted you to suck my cock under the desk. I wanted someone to walk in so I’d have to look like I wasn’t getting off.” He finished, pressing his lips hard against Frank’s and forcing their mouths open together.
Frank’s hand moved to the back of Gerard’s neck and he let out a moan so gentle that the older man could just taste the sex in his mouth. This is what Frank wanted. These were the kinds of words he wanted to hear spill from his counselor’s mouth. Right now, he didn’t care for what had happened throughout the day so far, all he wanted was Gerard to be the man from Juvy. The man who had, on countless occasions, spoken to him as if he was just perverted. He wanted Mr. Way and he wanted to feel like he was going to get in serious trouble for what they were both doing.
His mouth moved against Gerard’s feverishly. His fingers twisting through his long hair as he began grinding harder against the older man’s hand. He took a deep breath, almost sucking the air straight from Gerard’s lungs before attempting to speak. “God. Fuck. Gerard, you creepy fuck…” He took another breath, biting his counselor’s bottom lip as he forced the man’s hand into his pants, “…what else? Tell me what else.”
Gerard moaned in the back of his throat. Right then he thought he wouldn’t even need to have sex with Frank, he was convinced he was going to come in his pants just by listening to boy talk to him. But still, he wanted more, if they were going to continue talking dirty then he had to feel dirty. He wanted to sink his teeth into Frank’s shoulders and leave marks on him, just to have the fear that they would be noticed, that Frank would be questioned. He wanted their bodies to be pressed so close that Frank’s age would seep into his pores and people would be able to smell the illegalities on his skin.
He stood up from the lounge, the blanket covering them both haphazardly tossed to the floor and he gripped the waistband of Frank’s pants and pulled them completely off him. Frank’s own hand wrapped around his cock, his lids heavy and he looked up at Gerard as he began to slowly jerk himself. Gerard stared directly at his movement as he subconsciously removed his own pants at a pace that was nearly impossible. Frank gripped at Gerard’s fingers and pulled him onto the couch, instantly maneuvering himself as he did so and straddle his counselor’s hips.
Their lips attached again, but Gerard’s brain was having a hard time in telling his muscles to move so his mouth simply hung open against the teen’s and he breathed curses and jumbled letters at the feeling of his cock pressing into Frank’s.
“Gerard…” Frank muttered through loosely gritted teeth, grinding himself into the older man, “…fuck, I wanna know what else.”
Gerard still couldn’t process. His hands gripped Frank’s ass and he pushed himself up against him, shallowly repeating, “fuck…fuck…fuck…” Frank’s mouth travelled to his collarbone, where he began sucking hard on the exposed, pale skin and for a moment the air around Gerard’s head cooled, giving him the chance to speak again. “I wanted to sneak into your room when I worked back late and run the risk of your friend waking up, just so I could fuck you out of your sleep.”
Frank moaned, biting down on his counselor’s shoulder, his painted nails digging into the man’s thighs. “You’re sick. God I, fuck. You’re so filthy.”
Frank dragged his tongue up along Gerard’s neck, reaching his jaw then placing short kisses almost all over his face. Gerard’s eyes darted all over the top half of the teen’s body, the colors of the tattoos on his arms seemingly brighter against his glowing skin. This wasn’t enough, he needed to see more of Frank. He needed him naked, right in front of him, sitting on his lap and grinding, right there for him to see.
He quickly grabbed the hem of the teen’s shirt, but Frank’s leaned position was making it hard to pull it up any further than he shoulders. He sighed, urging the boy up. He was flustered and rushed, and struggling to speak.
“Frankie, take this off. Off. Off. Take this off.”
Frank leaned back, helping Gerard remove his shirt. “Take yours off too.”
Gerard nodded quickly, not even acknowledging that he was doing so. He started at pulling up his shirt, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off Frank and he was sure he would just explode if he had to have cotton covering his eyes for one moment. He didn’t want one moment in which he couldn’t see him. Right now, Frank was just too fucking much. He was too hot, too sweet, too dirty and too unpredictable. Gerard wanted to know exactly what he was thinking in that very moment, if he was even thinking anything at all or if he was, did it make any fucking sense? He had found a piece of the boy that was just too hard to handle and he wanted to hold onto it, he wanted to hold on and never let go.
“Gerard, take your fucking shirt off!” Frank grinded against his counselor again, pulling him out of his mental euphoria as he began pulling the man’s shirt off himself. Gerard simply lifted his arms up, unable to do much of anything else other than absorb the state Frank was in.
After throwing Gerard’s shirt to the floor, Frank’s hands ran through his counselor’s hair before resting on the sides of his face he began kissing him again. Gerard’s movements seemed slowed as his fingers trailed up the teen’s legs and he kissed him back with delicate force, their mouths wet and breaths deep. Frank slipped an arm around Gerard’s shoulder as he lent back, outstretching his other arm to the floor and pulling his counselor down to the ground with him. With low grunts their chests collided and Frank’s legs instantly wrapped around the man’s hips, his hands gripped tightly to Gerard’s forearms as he pushed himself up, their cock’s grinding against one another’s.
“Holy fuck. I wanna fuck you.” Gerard’s voice was barely there. His eye’s trailed all over Frank’s body again before he leaned down and let his mouth leave marks all over the teen’s inked skin. Kissing, sucking, biting, moaning into his flesh. He wanted to do everything all at once; his mind couldn’t separate his actions.
Frank smirked lazily, tilting his head to the ceiling as he arched his back from the floor, pressing his hips against Gerard’s again. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“What?” Gerard mumbled, his lips still attached to the Frank’s stomach.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” He repeated, sitting up slightly, causing Gerard to back away a little. “The floor’s gonna break my fucking neck.”
“Okay.” Gerard moved further away, reaching for his pants and fumbling to get something out of his wallet.
Frank looked on. “What are you doing?”
Gerard didn’t answer. He found what he was looking for and stood up, grabbing Frank’s hand and pulling him up with him, their lips crashing together again and his hands wrapping around the boy’s body. They became more frantic, gripping at each other as they tried hopelessly to make their way to the bedroom, legs almost tangled and for a moment Frank was sure Gerard had lifted him from the ground. Almost past the kitchen, Frank struggled to keep his balance, wrapping his arms around the older man’s shoulders, their inability to walk in a straight line quickly had him forced against the dining table.
Gerard simply couldn’t take it anymore, he wasn’t going to make it to the bedroom, he needed to fuck the kid right there. “Fuck this…” He breathed, placing one hard kiss on Frank’s lips and grabbing his hips to turn him around. “I’m fucking you here. Bend over.”
Frank complied, though without much of a choice. He turned the rest of the way around and was facing straight out the balcony window when he felt his counselors palms flat on his back and pushing him down. “…fucking disgusting.” He spat, aching with the feeling of being totally exposed.
Gerard leaned down over him, kissing up his back as he told Frank to ‘shut his mouth’, before opening the small packet of lubricant he had grabbed, with his teeth. He squeezed it onto his fingers and discarded the pack as he took a hold of his cock, rubbing the lube over himself before wiping his hand clean on Frank’s back. Frank arched upwards, impatiently pushing himself against his counselor who was carefully trying to line himself up with the teen’s entrance.
Gerard grunted, digging his fingers into Frank’s hips, the boy’s movement causing him to have to start over. “Frankie, just hold still for a sec, fuck.”
Frank let out and exaggerated moan, pushing himself against Gerard again, trying to provoke a little anger out of him. “I need you to fuck me Mr. Way.” He breathed, feeling the head of his counselor’s cock push into him.
Gerard closed his eyes and bit his lip, continuing to push inside the teen as he tried to stop himself from loving what Frank had just said. “Don’t.” He muttered as felt himself go deeper.
Frank let his head fall against the table and he began to slowly push himself back on Gerard’s cock. The older man’s grip on Frank’s hips tighten, he wanted so badly to just thrust into him, but he had to savor this, he wanted to watch Frank squirm for a while. After a few more slowed movements, Gerard had eased himself in almost all the way and began thrusting gently, watching the muscles in Frank’s back tense and loosen, his skin sweaty and the ends of hair a little wet.
“Gerard, you’re being a girl, fucking move.” Frank pushed himself back hard and the older man’s eyes went wide with shock. He let out a sharp breath as he got knocked back a little, losing a hold of the teen.
Gerard smirked to himself. Although he was a little surprised at how rough Frank was being, he assumed the moment felt too good for him to care about the pain. He laid a hand flat on the table and grabbed Frank’s hair with the other, pulling his head up as he began thrusting hard into him. Speaking between grunts, “stop, being, fucking, desperate.” He pushed the teen’s head back down onto the table before pulling it back up again, listening to his moans get caught in his throat and his breathing short and restricted.
“Look at yourself.” He spat.
Frank could feel his hipbones crunching on the edge of the table with every movement his counselor made. Their angle was perfect and more often than not, Frank could feel Gerard nail his prostate and he was quickly becoming a complete mess.
Frank attempted to talk, his mouth hung opening and he tried speaking his counselor’s name, instead he seemed to have moaned a collection of random letters.
Gerard leaned forward and laid his chest against Frank’s back, his hand still in the boy’s hair as he kissed at the back of his neck, all the way to the side of his face before he looked at Frank’s face in the reflection of the uncovered window right in front of them. “Open your eyes Frank.” He whispered closely into the boy’s ear, his hand falling from Frank’s hair and slinking under his arm to hold him by his shoulders.
Frank opened his eyes and bit his bottom lip, watching Gerard’s face as he stood back up and continued to fuck him into the lacquered wood. Gerard’s lids were lazy and he wouldn’t take them off Frank’s own, they just stared intensely at one another’s reflection, Gerard’s pace becoming quicker and his thrust becoming harder and as he hit Frank’s prostate more and more often, the teen gripped the edges of the table and pushed back, feeling he was going to come at any second.
“Are you gonna come soon Frankie?” Gerard asked, taking a hold of the boy’s hips again.
Frank nodded, his head falling back down to rest against the cool wood.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah”
Gerard thrust once more, earning a broken moan from Frank before feeling his legs go weak and all of blood rushing to his stomach as he came hard in the teen, still pressed tightly against him. Frank’s body stiffened for a moment and could feel Gerard was finishing as he propped himself up on his elbows and came quickly on to the dining table.
They pair were still, breathing steadily and waiting for the feeling to return to the rest of their bodies’. Finally Frank shifted on the table and Gerard pulled out of him and stepped back, taking a hold of Frank’s forearm and helping him up. Frank turned to face him, standing separately from each other for a moment before Gerard wrapped his arms around the teen and hugged him tightly, placing a few short kisses on his forehead.
Frank smiled against his counselor chest, kissing his collarbone and letting his hands rest around the small of Gerard’s back. They remained like that for a minute, their breathing finally slowing as they just held each other and knew exactly why they felt need for it before Frank spoke.
“Hey, I totally just came all over your brother’s table.”
Chapter 15