Fic: Dirty Like the Flick of your Wrist.

[happilyappled]

Fifth story of the Dirty!verse

Beta: my friend Janice, who doesn't own an LJ account.
Warning: I believe you can call it S&M, then Frank turns mushy.

Summary: You're so Dirty.


Dirty Like the Flick of your Wrist
by happilyappled
It was already Saturday evening.

“Tomorrow morning, it’ll be just you and me. It should be good,” Frank told Gerard by the bedroom door. They were now officially alone at home. Gerard’s parents had gone to a wedding in the morning and would be out for the entire weekend. Gerard’s grandmother had come that morning but had gone back home after dinner, to her usual plans of book clubs, painting or sculpting. Gerard’s brother had gone out too, to spend the rest of the weekend at a friend’s house. Gerard didn’t really dislike the idea. He actually thanked Mikey was actually thankful towards Mikey, because now he could play boyfriend with Frank in an empty house.

“It’s got to be better than today,” Gerard replied, remembering what he could of the last twenty hours.

**

Saturday morning, Gerard woke up to something. It seemed to be a voice, but it could come from the bottom of the dream he wasn’t having. The more Gerard woke up, the sharper the voice became, and it was his mother’s voice calling for him, only someone else groaned. He opened one eye and saw her shaking Frank awake, definitely mistaken. He asked, “What are you doin’, ma?” before lifting his head from the pillow.

“Oh, sorry,” she claimed, drawing back her hands and looking down at the bed. “I didn’t see you on that side of the bed.”

Gerard gestured her away, too groggy to actually care. Frank groaned again in his sleep and buried his face into the pillow, rolling closer to Gerard. “What time is it?” Gerard asked, but decided to move on to another direction. “Why’d come here?”

“I want you to come upstairs with me, c’mon,” she said, closer to the door now. “I called your brother too.”

Gerard groaned deeply, but got up nonetheless, noticing he was naked. He frowned. On the bed, Gerard saw that Frank was naked as well, but he certainly had no recollection of how it had happened. He guessed that it had been a night to get shitfaced.

“Put some pants on and come upstairs,” he heard. He obeyed, putting on a t-shirt as well, and followed her upstairs moments later.

There was light coming from the kitchen, so Gerard went there and found Mikey dressed in his pajamas leaning against the counter and nodding sleepily at him. His father was there too, washing a mug in the sink. When he looked up at the clock on the wall, Gerard had some trouble believing it really was 6am, but he double-checked and found the same answer. He sat down by the table, mumbling, “Morning.”

The father finished with his washing and turned around, meeting Gerard’s eyes and commenting as Gerard lay his face on one palm, “Geez, you look really bad.”

Gerard mocked a smile and focused on rubbing his temples that were hurting horribly, definitely starting an headache. Gerard hated the morning after, especially when he couldn’t remember what had happened the night before. He didn’t want to think about it, though, and his mother was just coming in, so he lifted his head the best he could and just listened.

“Alright, boys, you know your grandmother’s coming to visit and stay the whole day with you, but it doesn’t mean you don’t have to do your chores. Mikey, you know that list of errands I gave you?” Gerard could see Mikey waving something at her and nodding, but ignored what it meant. He was too groggy. Mom continued, “Grandma will help you for sure. Gerard.”

He looked up at her face, no matter how interesting the table cloth could be, or how much his head hurt. She said, “Algebra.”

Gerard groaned. “Really, ma? You wake me up at 6am to tell me about that?” and put his head down back on the table. It was cold and his head was too heavy, and his mom was too demanding.

“Yes, really, you haven’t worked on those exercises the whole week and Frank stayed the weekend for a reason.”

**

Frank smiled at Gerard. “You failed to accomplish your mother’s orders, so I dunno about that,” he said, gesturing with his head towards the still-clean desk. Gerard knew they should have done some Algebra, but he had been too sick to actually remember. “But it’ll still be better because you won’t be puking your guts out.”

“Hopefully,” Gerard stated loudly, shaking his head at the mention and memory.

**

After a handjob in the morning shower, a satisfied Gerard followed a quick Frank to the kitchen to have breakfast. There was a mug already in the sink, so Mikey was up, but nowhere to be seen. Gerard shrugged and prepared for himself some morning cereals, knowing that Frank was at ease in the family’s kitchen to get his own breakfast. Gerard was sitting down when Frank mused,

“You eat everything, little boy, you’ve got to grow up strong.” Frank tried to pull off an adult pose with the pat on the head he gave Gerard, but the latter snorted and watched him get his toasts and pour some cold milk into a glass.

“I still can’t live without morning cereals, so what?” Gerard replied, laughing. “You’re drinking milk too, so fuck off.” Frank grinned at him.

The first meal of the day went on in a comfortable talk about the plans for the day. At least until Gerard suddenly froze , filled spoon halfway to his mouth. He felt his stomach clench and something crawling up his throat; what was going on? He had only eaten, like, five spoonfuls of cereals, but he put the spoon back in the bowl. His jaw felt tense and his eyes watered. He recognized the symptoms, so he got up and ran to the closest bathroom.

He threw up in the toilet, colored puke at first. It was gross in the end, but his mouth was grosser and the smell in the toilet, the grossest. Frank was behind him kneeling next to him,smoothing one hand down Gerard’s spine and asking, “Hey, are you ok?”

Gerard sat back on his heels and shook his head, while Frank got some toilet paper to clean his mouth and flushed everything down. Gerard sighed. “I woke up with a major headache, but the shower made me feel better. I felt kinda weird in the kitchen, but I didn’t think I’d end up sick. Then I ate that shit and-” He gagged and pressed his chest back to the porcelain. The smell was still sharp and disgusting, but nothing came out.

“I told ya morning cereals were for kids,” Frank joked, making Gerard smile weakly at him despite the emptiness of his stomach. And Frank seemed to feel it too, as he stated, “Your stomach must be sensitive after last night. You didn’t puke before falling asleep, so maybe now you’ll feel better.”

Gerard nodded. “I want a bed first, though. I can’t really consider eating right now.” He gulped, too, but there was nothing else. He was done for now. Gerard saw Frank nodding and managed to get up, brush his teeth and follow him to the bedroom. He lay in bed on his side, Frank sitting up on the floor, with his chin on the mattress and one hand playing with Gerard’s hair. They talked about last night, the gig, the party, Ray and his free drinks. It had been fun, but had some nasty consequences.

There was a point, though, when Gerard could see Frank talking but couldn’t hear the words, so he closed his eyes completely and his mind shut off pretty quickly.

**

Gerard opened his eyes again and Frank was still smiling at him, leaning in as well. He pulled away with a scrunched up nose. “Why can I still smell your puke, Gee?”

“I dunno, I haven’t puked since grandma gave me that magic pill,” Gerard replied, knowing Frank was aware of what he was talking about. After all, Frank had been by his side the whole time, the three times Gerard went running from the kitchen to the bathroom. If not gross, it would have been the most romantic thing ever. It had ended when his grandmother gave Gerard a pill to stop the vomiting and it had actually worked.

“And that was hours ago, you’ve even eaten dinner after that,” Frank complained, pushing Gerard into the small basement bathroom and pointing towards the sink. “Just get rid of it.”

“Yes, sir,” Gerard followed his line and batted his eyelashes just for the fun of it. And it worked; Frank was laughing. Then he left and Gerard turned the tap on. He brushed his teeth as thoroughly as he could, trying to forget the failure of that Saturday. Thinking of better things, he realized he had a lot of things to do the next day: enjoy Frank and the house, Algebra exercises, meals, the movie he had promised but hadn’t seen yet and the old promise he still had to keep. It had been made on his birthday, almost two months ago, and it was about time.

He was still hopeful about Sunday and it turned him on. So all clean and back in the bedroom, Gerard felt Frank’s attention on him as he rolled the towel off of his hips. He winked at Frank, too, under the small light of the nightstand lamp, before joining his nudity under the sheets. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, you can,” Frank replied and pulled Gerard close. He went willingly, smiling face, pointy tongue and a great desire to kiss his boyfriend. He finally did, open mouthed, kissing Frank almightily, lips and tongue and teeth clashing smoothly until Gerard pushed Frank onto his back and climbed on top of him.

The view on top of Frank was much better; it had always been. Gerard pulled back and smiled. The feeling was strong and Frank looked beautiful, half of his face under the soft light, the other half in darkness, so attractive. Gerard couldn’t let him go. “I feel like today I haven’t given you enough attention,” he said.

“You weren’t feeling well, it’s ok,” Frank said, kind and forgiving, leaning forward for another kiss. It was short but equally good, shooting sensations up Gerard’s spine. Gerard shivered. He also pressed in to extend the kiss until his chest was heavy without air and until Frank had a hand on his hipbone. Frank stopped it before it went on any further. “Tomorrow. Let’s sleep well tonight and have fun tomorrow. You in?”

Gerard nodded with a smirk, thoughts running in his head. And with one last peck and the cuddling that followed, especially after that proposal, Gerard was ready to sleep. Whenever it hit him.

*

The next time he woke up, Gerard was on his back. There was a weight on his middle. Could he still not be feeling well, even after the pill his grandmother had given him and a full night’s sleep? It would really suck if that was the case. Gerard hated puking; it left his mouth bitter and his mood even worse, but his stomach was definitely the worst. And it was still heavy. Gerard exhaled languidly into those thoughts and tried to move, but that weight on top of him didn’t let him.

**

The third time he woke up that morning, Gerard’s headache had faded and his ears weren’t pounding anymore. The red neon digits on the clock on the nightstand told him that he had slept a couple hours and that it wasn’t morning any longer. If he focused, he could hear noises from upstairs, so he blinked his eyes open. At first, the lighted room was too much for his eyes, then he looked to the side and noticed that the door to his bedroom was unusually open. It reminded him of what had happened before, so maybe the door was left open in case of emergency.

That was when he realized that something didn’t feel right at all. He was lying on his back and his stomach was unusually heavy; maybe he still wasn’t feeling well. Sighing and trying to get up, Gerard panicked and screamed. He sat up as quickly as he could, the weight on his stomach suddenly gone. He was left breathing heavily, one hand on his chest keeping his frantic heart inside.

When someone ran into the bedroom without warning, it scared the hell out of Gerard. It was Frank, though. “Gerard! What’s wrong?”

Gerard sighed at last, closing his eyes. “I’m fine,” he said, answering Frank and feeling him kind of standing there, just watching carefully. He opened his eyes again. “What’s Ms. Puss doing in here, though? On my stomach?!”

“Ms. Puss? That’s why you screamed so loud and scared the hell out of us?” Frank almost roared at him, one hand on his chest to probably make a stronger point. He sighed afterwards. “It’s just a cat, for God’s sake,” he continued, rolling his eyes and smiling. He was practically laughing at Gerard, probably mocking him for the wide, panicked eyes, only keeping it well hidden inside. Gerard would never know, just waiting for Frank to find what he was searching around the bed.

“Grandma brought it here?” Gerard asked when Frank cradled the animal in his arms. He petted and cooed at it, while Gerard winced.

“Yeah, she would never leave her alone at home for a full day, Gee. I guess she was just sleeping when you woke up before,” Frank said before cooing again.

Gerard rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed, to say, “It’s not a ‘she’, Frank, no matter how much you say it.”

Frank only scoffed. “I guess you’re feeling better, now, if you’re so fucking lucid,” he said afterwards, and waited for Gerard’s nod. “I’ll be back in a minute with something to eat, you grumpy cat-hater.”

“Cats are creepy!”

Frank just laughed wittily, no crazy comeback or anything, but he approached Gerard demanding for a kiss. Gerard crawled further away from him, which was unusual, but Ms. Puss still was enjoying his lap. “C’mon, Gerard, don’t be such a loser. Here, pet her.”

Gerard shook his head. “Get that thing out of my room. Just because grandma has one doesn't mean that I have to like cats."

Frank left, smirking, because he was always so joyful and witty. Gerard rolled his eyes.

**

The weight on Sunday morning was different, though, because neither grandma nor Ms. Puss were in the house, so maybe Frank was preparing something special. Gerard smirked mentally and waited for it, now able to recognize the outline of Frank’s thighs around his middle. He moved his hands to the mattress, flattening his palms on it. Only the covers didn’t move and his underwear was still on, and the weight never shifted, so he cracked his eyes open.

Frank was indeed straddling him, but sipping on a cup of something. “You’re awake!” he exclaimed with a grin.

Gerard cleared his throat to speak, “This is really disappointing.”

“Why?” Frank asked in an exaggerated tone, followed by a weird noise of certain confusion.

“I felt something on top of me and, without a cat around, I was expecting a blowjob,” Gerard explained softly, bringing his hands out to touch Frank’s knees.

Frank laughed. “I’m sorry. I did want to wake you up with one, but I didn’t know what your reaction would be. What if you wanted to throw up?”

“I won’t throw up without eating, c’mere.” Gerard grabbed the mug, despite all complaints, and put it down on the nightstand. He could smell the usual coffee mixed with milk, but it caused no reaction whatsoever. He still felt weird, his stomach felt too empty, but he was just really nervous about the day. Would it suck like the last one? It started with Frank on top of him, which was better then a headache and that pounding in his ears from yesterday.

He pulled Frank down for a kiss, at last, but it got serious and intense, Frank fully lying on top of him, feet flying to rub against Gerard’s legs and hands grabbing strands of disheveled hair. Soon, the covers were thrown back as their underwear went to the floor and then Frank was on his back, a joyful smirk on his face and Gerard’s ass in his hands, as Gerard mounted him under the covers again.

*

After a full-on breakfast, they went back to the bedroom. With the stereo on, blasting angry rock music into the air, Gerard and Frank sat by the desk solving Algebra exercises. The teacher had recommended them, twenty different exercises, to take Gerard a step closer to his chosen Art School. He felt a little confident, too, focusing on them and with Frank’s help, until it became a distraction.

Today was the day and he had something else in mind, something for after lunch and the promised movie, and he could only think about it. And it turned him on, even in front of books and numbers and graphics, so Gerard kept turning his attention to Frank. He focused on Frank’s eyes, or asked Frank to explain something he already knew so he could watch Frank’s mouth as he spoke, or leaned in to breathe against Frank’s cheek and neck.

It never got old, no matter how much Frank kept putting him off, claiming that they should finish that for tomorrow. Gerard disagreed. “I think we should fuck.”

Frank blinked at him. “But we already-” Gerard shushed him, though, and smirked. “Really, you’re that horny?”

“Like a cat in heat,” Gerard replied mysteriously, leaning closer to Frank’s lips, blunt in his intentions.

“I thought you didn’t like cats?” Frank interrupted him, hot breath against Gerard’s mouth, fully inciting him on.

“Does it matter?” Gerard circled one hand on the back of Frank’s neck after that line, pulling him in for a long kiss until his breath was taken away by two tongues in his mouth.

When both their briefs were too tight and Frank’s t-shirt acted as a bother, Gerard got up. Frank followed him and turned to the bed, but Gerard grabbed his hand and span Frank back around. He smirked and started getting everything out of the way on the desk. At some point, mainly to get Frank’s interest, he asked, “Fuck Algebra?”

Frank laughed, but tugged at Gerard’s underwear until it was down to his ankles and off. At last, moments passed amongst kissing and groping and when Gerard was on the desk, chairs pulled aside and Frank in position, he fingered and fucked Gerard until he was yelling and squirming and coming.

*

Later, already in the afternoon, Gerard entered his bedroom from the bathroom and found Frank stretching in bed. They had had lunch almost two hours ago and had taken a nap afterwards. Gerard had suggested it and Frank hadn’t refused, after the morning activities. They had had fun, absolutely.

Now Gerard smiled at Frank and waited for him to finish waking up. Then, he proposed a movie, the new one he had mentioned days ago but they hadn’t seen yet. Frank, being the smug guy he could be, asked, “You won’t fall asleep on me this time?”

Gerard grinned, knowing well enough that he had done so yesterday while watching TV and relaxing after a puking session. He said, “Nope, I promise.” He got Frank’s hand and pulled his bare ass out of bed. “You don’t even have to get dressed.”

“You smart fuck,” Frank mused, but released Gerard’s hand to put on his underwear. Soon enough, they climbed up the stairs and went to the living room, deciding on making microwave popcorn first, then sitting on the floor, as the movie rolled on the TV screen. It was fun to be there.

When the snack was finished, Gerard got them sodas from the fridge in the kitchen and they sat on the couch, then when the end of the movie seemed near, Gerard attacked. He started groping Frank and kissing his neck, so that when it was really over, the credits gone and the TV off, Gerard was straddling Frank on the couch and making out with him.

It was full fire all over the place, Frank’s hands immediately on his hair, pulling tightly and making Gerard lose control and make noises that meant nothing. Yet they clearly incited Frank to continue. He did and Gerard managed to find a way to grind down against him, pushing, struggling to get somewhere decent. He felt it soon, hard inside his briefs and Frank poking onto his crotch. It made the whole thing really delicious.

“Fuck, Gerard, you’re hard again,” Frank said, after they pulled away for air. The lack of it burned in Gerard’s chest and in his stomach, and grinding down was the only action that made it better. He really hoped Frank got the hint. It was supposed to be like that.

Gerard grinned, then moaned, as Frank bucked up against his hard-on and went to spare his kisses on Gerard’s jaw and neck. Frank nipped on his skin and gripped his ass, so the intention was quickly lost. He followed willingly.

“You’re so sexy when you’re like this,” Frank purred, biting down on the shell of his ear, on his cheek, on his lips. Gerard jammed their mouths together, fully enjoying the compliment and not wanting to lose the mood. He was a man with a mission, after all. It seemed like Frank meant to leave a bruise, the way he tasted so eager and cupped Gerard’s ass so fiercely, rolling Gerard’s hips on his lap. Gerard moaned. Frank spoke, “So fucking dirty, Gee.”

“Only for you, Frank, only for these kisses,” Gerard replied, within a moan. He also got closer to Frank, to another kiss and another clash of their tongues, fighting for something that didn’t need a definition right now. He forced their crotches together, harder with each thrust. It was starting to hurt, and not even Frank’s hand moving to their middle and cupping Gerard made it better.

It ended only when the making out made them pant, made them breathless, and until Frank pulled Gerard away by the hair. Frank’s moaning voice said, “You deserve to be fucked, hard, but we don’t have anything here. Let’s go to your-”

Gerard shook his head with a smirk he hoped was teasing enough. “I’ve got something else on my mind, actually,” he said, leaning closer for a kiss but not letting their lips even touch. He got up before that and watched Frank biting his lip in either an annoyed hiss or in anticipation, or maybe both at the same time.

“Don’t just sit there,” he spoke again, pulling Frank off the couch by the wrist. Gerard kissed him at last and Frank moaned, touching everything in Gerard, so it seemed. They made out continuously as Gerard walked backwards, pulling Frank with him, until they were out the right door to the house garage. Gerard pulled away from the kiss because the door was pretty new in the house and he didn’t want to risk going against it, then they were in the garage.

Gerard’s truck was there, side by side with the old Corvette. The red car had its white top off, with its red-leathered insides smirking at Gerard, the only one to know what was going to happen. Gerard looked at Frank. He was looking around, smirking too, and his eyes seemed to be pulled in the right direction. There was an old wooden bookcase against one of the walls, and a bunch of tools, cans and other materials rested on its shelves. On one of them, though, and Frank’s eyes stopped when he found it, there was a can of car wax, three old cloths and Gerard’s whip. Gerard saw Frank’s smirk go wide.

“So this was your idea for the weekend,” Frank said, in a teasing tone again that made Gerard smile openly at him. Frank turned to Gerard again, sliding one arm around his waist, one thigh in the middle of his legs to put some pressure on his crotch. Gerard hissed, closing his eyes, thinking exclusively about all the dirty things he wanted to do to Frank right now. Frank whispered, “I like this.”

“This is my last promise,” Gerard whispered back, eyes closed. There was nothing more he could do at the moment. Frank’s thigh pushing against his hard dick didn’t really help, but he managed to continue. “After this, we’re free.”

“One thing at a time,” Frank said, hands sliding up Gerard’s chest, around Gerard’s shoulders, down to his hips until their crotches rubbed together. Gerard’s eyes couldn’t stay closed anymore; he opened them to read the lust in Frank’s as he asked, “Where do you want me?”

“Here.” And he pulled Frank in for another kiss, pushing him back against the closest part of the old lady. It turned out to be the driver’s door. They kissed too sloppily, still focused on moaning and grinding, feeling their lengths so thick inside their underwear.

Not too long afterwards, though, Gerard pulled away from the kiss, leaving Frank with his eyes closed and a face that showed how much more he wanted. Gerard had more for him, absolutely. He pulled them away from the car, opened the door and said, “Take those off and sit.”

Then, he hurried to the passenger’s side and entered the car too, Frank already there with one hand stroking himself and a smirk on that hungry face of his. Gerard smirked. “What are you doing?” he asked and slapped Frank’s hand away from his territory, replacing it with his. Frank tilted his head back immediately when Gerard squeezed him. Not wanting to waste any more time, Gerard placed a quick kiss on Frank’s lips, a chaste one on Frank’s pectorals and finally ran his tongue down Frank’s chest, wanting to tease him. In Gerard’s hand, a very eager dick even twitched as Frank bucked up a little.

Gerard was at last leaning in the right angle, Frank’s cock so red in front of his mouth and he finally opened it to take Frank in. Frank gasped. Gerard knew his mouth was warm and salivating for that moment, so he just went down on his boyfriend the best way he knew, licking, hollowing his cheeks, sucking with the perfect pressure of his hand at the base. It took him some bobbing to handle it all, but the sudden way Frank put his hands on Gerard’s head, gripping his hair and hurting him, only made Gerard slide down further.

With a loud moan, Frank was down Gerard’s throat, he could feel it filling him whole, long and thick enough to fit in there. Gerard moved again, bobbing his head up and down, sucking just on the tip or fully deepthroating Frank, and other times rolling his tongue around. Mostly he tried to find that soft spot on the protruding vein on the underside of Frank’s cock, but it wasn’t easy to get there.

When he did, though, Gerard felt how Frank tightened the grip on his hair and kept rubbing there intentionally, wanting Frank to get closer to the orgasm. Yet as Frank was starting to mutter something, clearly wanting to let Gerard know he was close, Gerard pulled away from that spot.

The first time he did it, Gerard just replaced his mouth with his hand, smirking as Frank whined at his actions. He compensated him with a return of his lips to Frank’s tip, engulfing it warmly and deepthroating. Frank moaned, Gerard moaned too, Frank gripped Gerard’s hair tighter and so on, in a sequence of actions that made them both really happy.

The second time he did it, after some more bobbing, moaning and rubbing, Gerard let Frank’s cock fall on his lap. Frank whined, of course, tried to press Gerard’s head back down, tried to buck his hips high enough, everything. Only Gerard refused it all. He pulled away from Frank, who opened his eyes and said, “C’mon, Gee, it was going so well. I was so there.”

“I know,” Gerard responded proudly, sitting up and getting out of the car to stand by the open door, swollen underwear turned to Frank. “I know that, but I want you to do something for me first.”

Gerard opened the small glove compartment and asked, “Do you trust me?” When Frank nodded, Gerard told him to close his eyes and, that done, Gerard went to find the lipstick he had put in there before, taking the cap off and rolling it up till the red tip was out. He put one knee on the seat and leaned closer to Frank, stating, “Don’t peek. I wanna put something on you.”

Frank’s frown was pretty obvious, as Gerard put the lipstick on his lips, but his dick was not going any softer. Gerard guessed it was alright, then. For him, it was awesome. “You can open your eyes now.”

Frank seemed to obey immediately and looked at the rearview mirror, seeing how red his lips now were. He smirked, staring at Gerard intently now. “I love it,” Frank said, crawling to the passenger seat. Gerard knew it was obvious what he wanted Frank to do. First, though, Frank kissed him. For a moment there, they were two boys on their knees inside a red Corvette, kissing effervescently with their hands roaming every piece of body within reach. Frank’s hands were the first to break the inconsistency when Gerard felt them creating an obvious trail down his stomach. Frank cupped him through his briefs and made him moan, earning a bite on his tongue.

Gerard pulled away from his face. “C’mon, Frank, stop fooling around. I brought you here for a reason, and it wasn’t to waste my ma’s lipstick,” he said, holding Frank at arms’ length. Then he moved to stand by the car again. “C’mon, c’mere.”

At Gerard’s command, Frank moved to sit on the passenger’s seat, but Gerard said, “No, I want you on your knees.” Frank rolled his eyes and clearly whined, but it didn’t seem a sound of annoyance. It was more like his free will to obey and be ordered around, at the moment. Gerard loved that, actually, especially because Frank did as he was told. He kneeled on the seat, first seating on his heels to pull out Gerard’s pink prize from the briefs, then putting his ass in the air, high up there where Gerard could touch it. To finally get his mouth around Gerard’s dick. Everything under Gerard’s orders; that had been the deal, after all.

Gerard started biting his lip when Frank engulfed his head, feeling his tongue immediately cutting through his slit, right to that spot that was so soft on the underside. Frank knew what he was doing, and Gerard was very aware of that, so he just let Frank do what he wanted to. Frank sucked him like his life depended on it, Gerard could feel his tongue flatten against him, could feel the contractions of his throat too, and it was just too much to only watch. Gerard had to touch.

He started by treading his fingers in Frank’s hair, pulling at the strands in the correct angle until Frank moaned, until Gerard could feel that hum vibrate through him. It went everywhere, running through his veins, under his skin, up his nerves. It was insane. Looking down and seeing Frank’s lips, that deep red shade all stretched around his shaft, smearing lipstick and spit everywhere, it was plain hot, just like an untold fantasy. Gerard had to moan, Frank was so damn good at giving head.

Nonetheless, Gerard tried to keep his eyes open to keep track of what was happening. Frank just kept going, sucking Gerard off and moaning, using his fist at the base to squeeze Gerard tightly and bob his head constantly, up and down until his knuckles were shining with spit too. It was just so obscene, the right kind of hot to Gerard, but he dared to take it further.

“Open up, baby, let me fuck your mouth,” he demanded, voice strained from all the sensations. It had stayed inside for too long and felt a little rough now, but when Frank put his hand down and just went for it, the moan came out loud and clear. Gerard couldn’t even close his eyes. Frank was wide-eyed, staring at him, swallowing what he could of Gerard’s dick to the back of his throat, so of course Gerard didn’t want to lose that sight. It was too perfect.

When Frank’s jaw seemed stuck and his sucking lost power, Gerard eased his hips back to let him breathe for a while, but not stopping any touch. He kind of pushed his hard length against Frank’s cheek, letting it slide all the way against his ear and hair. It tickled, but he forgot all about that when Frank’s mouth opened again and Frank grabbed Gerard and put him in his mouth and down his throat.

“Shit,” Gerard muttered and thrust forward a bit, apologizing afterwards with his movement in the opposite direction. Frank resumed his casual sucking, hand around Gerard, lips stretched wet and wide, free hand gripping at the seat. As a reward, Gerard reached out to touch Frank’s ass, using his fingers to trace the line of his whole spine, creating goosebumps on his skin.

Later, when Frank seemed a little tired, Gerard fucked his mouth again, but now he cradled Frank’s head in an almost sweet, protective gesture. He spread one palm over the crown of his head, the other down his cheek, fingers catching up with the angle of Frank’s open jaw. It was definitely stiff, but Frank’s actions were really taking over Gerard’s nerves, bringing those familiar sensations to Gerard’s body. He was close. He was close and it was all Frank’s fault once more. It was in the way his fist moved around Gerard’s cock, the texture of his tongue against his sensitive skin and definitely that friction caused by his moans. Gerard moaned in response.

“Fuck,” he tried, only slurring his vowel and fucking up whatever his mind was going to make him say. Gerard didn’t mind, he had other plans right away. He started by pulling Frank back by the hair, getting a moan in return that made Frank close his eyes and gave a special glint to the lipstick under the small lights of the garage. Then, Gerard palmed Frank’s cheek, fisted at his dick with the other hand and voiced out his present will. “Frankie, let me come on your face.”

“Anything you want,” Frank moaned back at him, enveloping his own hand around Gerard’s to help him out. “Just get these seats all dirty.”

Along with that line came a smirk and Gerard wanted to kiss it out of Frank’s face, but he would rather cover it with something else. He wanted to come all over it, wanted to destroy it with the finale of that scene, and Frank didn’t seem less eager. He closed his eyes and waited for it, rubbing his face all over Gerard’s tip, practically getting poked everywhere around his mouth, nose and eyes. Gerard loved looking at that. “You look so fucking hot right now, so fucking-”

“Tell me more, Gee,” Frank mumbled against his head, head tilted back in an awkward angle as he sat on his heels again. “Tell me everything.”

“There’s lipstick everywhere,” Gerard started, hotly, breath catching in his throat as his hand worked over his shaft. He looked down at Frank, and he was so lost in this scene, eyes closed, open mouth, eager for what was coming next. And it felt like it wouldn’t take long. “And I’ve got your spit all over my dick, fuck, I can’t tell you what you look like. It’s just porn, that kind of image you have in your head but can’t ever find in a book, or in a video. Fuck this, c’mere.”

Frank smiled at that. Gerard was totally surprised by that, and his hand hesitated as his stomach clenched around that close ending. Gerard closed his eyes. He jerked off and felt Frank there against his tip, tongue coming out to trace imaginary lines on his flesh, down to his balls where Frank sucked for a moment. It was too much.

Gerard tried opening his eyes, but it was useless because he was coming. He came on Frank’s face, like he wanted, but the sight was too hot and his eyes wouldn’t stay fully open. Gerard ended up watching through slit eyes as Frank welcomed his load, the bits falling on his bottom lip and chin, and the blots falling onto the ‘Vette’s seat. It was insane.

“Fuck.” When Gerard was all done and soft again, he could not enjoy the afterglow. Frank was still hard and Gerard wanted to get him off, so he wormed his hand across Frank’s shoulders to push him back a little and reach for his still hard cock. Frank was panting and leaking by now, so it barely took him a minute. Gerard just had to attach his hand there, grab Frank’s hair to kiss his mouth and moan against his lips.

“Yeah, Frank, come the fuck on,” he muttered while pulling away, focusing on his hand and on Frank’s dick. And soon Frank was all over the place, spilling into Gerard’s fist, which moved in a way to not catch any of it. In the end, there was even more cum in his car.

Frank panted, dick limp now and eyes closed. “Jesus.”

“Don’t bother resting, Frank,” said Gerard right away, getting up to point at their mess. “This needs to be cleaned immediately.” Frank smirked, of course, and with his eyes closed, he looked very attractive.

*

Later on, Gerard had his briefs back on. He was pushing Frank against what he could of the side of the car, just enjoying doing it, tasting Frank to his weakest point. They had gone past the point of faking a fight about why Frank had to clean the car by himself, centered around really awful arguments like “Because you’re the naked one.”

They had already been past the point where Frank had bickered back, “I think you’ve got great hands, Gerard; you could do it yourself.”

And really past the point where Gerard had killed all the arguments Frank might have had for him, with a very simple line. “You know what I also have? A great boyfriend who will clean my car and make it shiny again, or else.”

Then, Gerard smirked a little, to hide it in the next second.

“Or else what?” Frank wanted to know now, getting his hand away from Gerard’s neck, which he had been scratching previously. Gerard smirked full-on this time, because this was it, the definite finale of that fake fight and the beginning of the Fun Stage. Then, he turned away. “Where are you goin’?!”

“Or else, Frank,” he kept the mystery. Gerard walked closer to the shelves on the garage wall to get the whip from its spot. It was a so-called “riding crop whip”, made of leather and with a wrist strap to not fly away from the holder’s hand. Gerard had bought it anonymously from the internet, since they had refused to sell him one in several regular sex shops for reasons he had yet to understand. But he found an alternative way and the deal had left everybody satisfied.

When he turned back to Frank, there was a huge grin on his face. Gerard grabbed the whip with one hand on each end, then suddenly whipped a shelf beside him until the things on it clacked against each other. Frank jumped too, he could see. “You better clean my car, so this can come in handy.”

Frank shifted his weight from one leg to the other and Gerard sensed the anxiety and excitement coming through his eyes and Frank’s body language. After all, Frank kept moving something, arms or feet or neck; he kept rubbing his hands on his naked skin, maybe sweaty, maybe he was just anxious. Gerard walked closer to him, smirking, teasing Frank as much as he could.

“Do you want it?” he asked and watched Frank nod slowly, with wide eyes and an attempt to smile. Yet nothing came out to perfect form while Gerard could see Frank’s eyes wandering between his face and the whip.

“How bad do you want it?” he asked again, in a lower voice, feeling his vocal cords vibrating in his throat. Gerard whipped another shelf on his way, trying to get Frank to answer properly, but only got a startled jump at first.

“Really bad,” Frank finally said in a trembling moan. He rubbed his hands against his thighs, up and down slowly, and Gerard could see that they were shaking. Frank didn’t say anything else.

Gerard whipped his own thigh like he was mad and demanded, “How bad?!”

Frank jumped again and widened his eyes dangerously, shifting closer to a position that let Gerard catch a glimpse of all the goosebumps peppering Frank’s skin . He replied at last, “I’ll die if you don’t use it on me.”

“You’ll die?” Gerard protested, earning a quick nod from Frank. And an obvious glance at the whip. Gerard lifted his eyebrows in response to that purely sexual act, no matter how innocent it seemed. “You think you’ll die before this rips your skin?”

Gerard dragged the leather item across Frank’s skin, starting from his hip, up to his chest. Frank hissed like it burned him and his goosebumps trembled in what Gerard read as anticipation. It worked especially as Gerard went further up and placed the whip against Frank’s throat. Frank tilted his head back, chin up, Adam’s apple down as he gulped, while Gerard had quite some fun pretending to choke him. Gerard still asked, “You think I’ll let you die?”

Frank shook his head, assertively now, it seemed. “I don’t wanna die. I’ll do everything you want. You want me to clean your car? I will. You want me to wax every inch of leather? I’ll do it. You wanna use that? Do it. Whip me,” he dared.

“What?” Gerard purred. He did it on purpose too, using that tone of voice that always made Frank close his eyes in pleasure.

It didn’t work this time. Frank kept his eyelids open, daring Gerard to make a move, daring him to finally do something. He ended up exclaiming, “Whip me!”

It got him a slap of the item on his hip. Gerard bit his own lip and did it again, making Frank close his eyes and tilt his head further back, a slight tilt to the left as well. “Watch that tone of voice,” Gerard warned him.

Gerard also took the whip back to the front of Frank’s throat, applying more force than before until Frank opened his eyes and straightened up his neck. He finally had a smirk on his lips. He inquired, “What will you do?”

“I’ll put this away,” Gerard replied and waved the item in his hands, then put it in his mouth, between his teeth. Frank looked very serious, all of a sudden.

“Where should I start?” he asked immediately, gaining a peck on his lips as the prize for good behavior. Gerard pointed at the cloths and cleaning products still on the shelf and started ordering Frank around, not without a slap of the whip against Frank’s buttock when Frank turned his back on him to obey. At first, Gerard merely pointed at stuff, no words coming from his lips, which he was biting every once in a while as Frank strolled between the shelves and the car. When everything was ready, he just stood there, all naked and gorgeous, apparently eager for the following moments. Gerard was eager as well.

“This one first,” he said, pointing at the driver’s seat. Gerard was actually doing his best to escape Frank’s predator look and the strangeness of being dominant. It made him feel good nonetheless, so when Frank leaned in to start cleaning the headrest, Gerard whipped his hand. “Did I say you could start?”

Frank pulled away as fast as he could and stood up, intentionally or accidentally standing close enough to Gerard’s chest. Gerard’s dick felt the proximity as well and Frank smiled at the same time, lowering his head to perhaps hide it but not really managing to. Gerard knew he could feel it all. To follow the moment and the teasing, Gerard dragged the tip of the whip over Frank’s arm, to his shoulder, neck and cheek, and made Frank close his eyes and drop the smile while tilting his head back.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Gerard murmured, bringing the leather item’s tip to Frank’s temple and leaning in to mouth at his neck. Frank rubbed his ass against Gerard’s crotch until it shivered and Gerard pulled back in time to see Frank’s Adam’s apple stutter on its way up and down Frank’s throat. Gerard smirked. “You can start now, and do a good job.”

Frank sighed, opened his eyes and got to work, Gerard watching every movement he made intently as he wiped the headrest, the back, every inch of the driver’s seat. He also dragged the whip randomly across Frank’s skin, teasing, using small whippings at times. At some point, Frank had to lean forward a little, apparently, ass in the air, perhaps teasing Gerard a little more than he should. Gerard could see the smirk on his face perfectly.

He warned Frank, “You better be careful with those positions,” and whipped his side, just below the ribs on the right, to make a point. Frank reacted to it, ducking to the left in a small arch, but kept scrubbing, getting the cum stains off. Gerard watched vigilantly, sometimes getting closer to see how he was doing or point at certain spots that needed cleaning. His crotch came in contact with Frank’s ass in that process, but it was never a problem, even with all the stirring and twitching Gerard’s dick was doing.

Sometimes Frank whined at Gerard’s perfectionism, making small comments that it was already cleaned or that Gerard was seeing things, but Gerard only used his punishment weapon. He whipped Frank on various spots of skin, even repeated ones with more force, but the whining started becoming more frequent. Gerard realized that Frank enjoyed being whipped and whined some more to get another one, so he stopped doing it. He even hid the whip, every time Frank wanted to whine about the cleaning. Frank got the message, Gerard figured from his smile and dedication to the task.

When the driver’s seat was done, clean and shining from the wax, as well as the dashboard behind the wheel, Gerard said, “You’re such a good boy, Frankie.” He whipped Frank’s hip hard. Frank moaned. Gerard used the whip on the same spot two more times, harder each time, and Frank always moaned, louder each time. He even put his hands on the passenger seat to steady himself as he arched his back sort of unnaturally.

“You like this so much, Jesus,” Gerard moaned as he felt his dick alive yet again. He whipped Frank’s shoulder blade to see how much he liked that. Frank yelled, which startled Gerard a bit, but his skin seemed to shiver and gain new goosebumps, so Gerard did it again. Immediately, Frank looked up over his shoulder, those pleading eyes shining at Gerard, demanding for something, so Gerard used the whip again on his shoulder blade.

He wanted to see the immediate reaction on Frank’s face and the way he closed his eyes, opened his mouth and contorted his eyebrows turned Gerard on, deeply. So much that his cock felt it directly and he had to pull forward to feel Frank’s behind. After all, Frank was on his knees, willing to be whipped over and over again, taking a break from cleaning to look at Gerard and plead for any action. His eyes were glimmering. Gerard simply couldn’t resist that.

He was a bottom in that relationship and loved it, but sudden thoughts of what Frank felt being a top circled in his mind. He put the whip between his teeth again and brought his hands to Frank’s back, to the tender spot below his ribs due to Gerard’s punishment, down to his ass, and finally grabbed his hips. Getting the object from his mouth and putting it to rest aligned with Frank’s spine, as Frank closed his eyes, Gerard said,

“You know, we never tried this before.” Frank looked up at him, possibly wondering what he was talking about, so Gerard showed him through actions. He pulled Frank as close as he could by the hips, moving against him in fake thrusts to see what it looked like. He tried to understand what it felt like, seeing Frank under him, imagining his dick in Frank’s ass, hot and tight, better than his hand. “You think you’d like it?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” Frank replied assertively. Then he lifted his torso and made one of his orgasm faces, maybe to complete the image in Gerard’s head, or maybe feeling his own pleasure from the scene. Gerard loved that and kept the rubbing, the images and those faces that hardened his dick a little more. Frank was really good at this.

At some point, the whip fell down Frank’s back and Gerard let it go, only grabbing it to slide it between Frank’s ass cheeks, up and down repeatedly. “Fuck, what a sight.”

Gerard moaned and Frank followed his lead, arching his back in what looked like trying to find a tastier position. Gerard didn’t mind at all and kept moving back and forth. “I wanna try it out,” he said.

Frank’s head span around, looking at Gerard with wide eyes. “Some day,” Gerard continued, stopping his movements at the slight fear in Frank’s expression. “You don’t have to look so scared.”

The kneeling teen seemed to sigh as his head lowered. Gerard adjusted the whip in his hand and slapped his ribs again, only this time it was hard enough to rip the skin and bleed. Gerard leaned further to lap at it and felt Frank’s hiss shivering through his tongue as it certainly burned. When he pulled away a bit and Frank remained in the same position, silent, head low, Gerard whipped his ass. Frank jolted, definitely startled. Gerard grinned and said, “You still have to finish, now.”

Frank looked back with a smirk, blood and pain already forgotten, it seemed, and the silence came back. It was good for their teasing, so filled with intensity and want. This time, as Frank cleaned the passenger side of the ‘Vette, Gerard used the whip much more. His own cock was hard, worse with every movement Frank did, as his ass was in the air and sometimes he looked over his shoulder to smirk or just to dare Gerard to whip him again. Gerard conceded and even went over the top with the strength he applied on the strikes, slapping Frank’s skin and feeling it would bruise soon. It was getting quite red, after all. But Frank seemed to love it as his back arched and he moaned every once in a while.

That made him never stop cleaning, at least until Gerard dragged the tip of the leather item to the bleeding mark on Frank’s skin, making Frank hiss and flinch away from its touch. That stopped the rubbing as Frank looked at his side, and Gerard felt compassionate enough to allow it, but he leaned forward and licked at the spot. At the same time, while Frank hissed and squirmed, Gerard rolled his hips triggering Frank into rolling his as well. Gerard had to moan and accidentally mouthed at the wound, earning a whining groan from his boyfriend.

The dominant role was still there, nonetheless, so Gerard stood up again and said, “C’mon, Frank, let’s finish this.” He also used the whip on Frank’s ass, on his left side, and on the back of his neck, smoothing the area afterwards. He faked some more thrusts against Frank’s backside, deliberately showing off his hard-on, and it made his blood bubble inside his veins. It was so intense, like Gerard had never experienced. And the look on Frank’s face was irreplaceable as he hurried his speed of cleaning. He was moaning too and rolling his ass even faster.

It only added power to Gerard’s imagination. He pictured his own nakedness and the slow first touch of his tip against Frank’s entrance, and the careful first slide of his dick inside Frank. It would be smooth and tender, but also full of want, and Gerard imagined sweat and pain, and also the whip so that Frank could enjoy it properly. All of that was a mere continuation of that car scene and there was nothing that seemed to close Gerard’s mind to those thoughts or Gerard’s eyes to the images of Frank all bare in front of him.

Gerard enjoyed it very much, but the burning on his crotch and the way Frank’s skin started getting redder on the whipped areas, it all caused exasperation. He reached out to Frank’s front and found him hard too, turned on by the whipping and the position and the fulfillment of their last promise. The only way to seek the end of that sexual scene, in Gerard’s opinion, was to use the leather a bit more to slap Frank’s body, make it red and shiver, and to proudly show off his hard dick along with a few moans. And in no time, Frank was turning his head to Gerard to ask: “Is it done, Gee? Do you like it?”

Gerard started to nod, no hesitations, but he was having too much fun watching Frank like that and imagining all the pleasure he could have. “Shit, I wanna do so many bad things to you.”

Frank looked at him, never standing up as if that position satisfied all his fantasies. Gerard used the whip on him again, just for the pleasure of watching Frank close his eyes and moan; Gerard smirked. Then Frank said, “You know, I was hoping you could use your whip to set my rhythm. While I fuck you. On top of this classy lady’s hood.”

“You - hm,” Gerard started, but he had to gulp first. Slowly. First, Frank was killing him through images, now Frank was torturing him with those words. Could he refuse? “That sounds really good.”

He pulled away from Frank and looked down at his middle in a quick glance. His hard cock was obvious through his briefs, but the best part was Frank’s surprise of cupping his crotch and squeezing. He also kissed Gerard and pushed him back, until the two of them walked to the front of the ‘Vette. It looked really delicious at the moment and Gerard just had to sit back on the hood, because Frank was quick in getting his underwear down his legs.

Only then did Frank throw the cloth and the wax bottle to the floor, just before he pressed Gerard against the car, crotch touching crotch, and said, “This was one of the most fantastic moments we’ve had together. You dominated me, and you did it so well. You used this whip on me, and you were awesome to the point of bleeding! You proved to be a very, I don't know, sexual partner. You just. You deserve to be fucked into oblivion.”

Gerard smirked. “Then what are you waiting for?” he asked, before opening his legs further apart, supporting his feet on the car’s front and accommodating Frank there. Only then did Gerard realize that their promises would end the exact same way they had started, so there was nothing he feared about the day. Maybe it was supposed to be that way. Yet Frank barely kissed his mouth and groped his thighs, so Gerard had to say, “Foreplay is overrated, Frank.”

And Frank attacked.

*

It was over one hour later. Gerard was out of the shower, using a towel to dry his hair, and went to his bedroom. He stopped all movements when he saw Frank quietly standing by the small window, kind of contemplative. He was only wearing briefs, having had a shower before Gerard while the latter spoke with his grandmother on the phone.

She had wanted to know how he felt after a full Saturday puking and Gerard thought it was cute. She also had great timing, calling him a second time just after Gerard refused to answer her first call, and so did his mother, who called immediately after and Gerard picked up accidentally. They were coming home, so Frank and Gerard didn’t have much time until Gerard’s parents and brother came back together.

“Hey, Frank, you alright?” Gerard asked in a weirdly happy tone, as he resumed drying his hair. It was the only body part left anyway. “You look kinda thoughtful.”

Frank turned around. He did look thoughtful, but not in a sad way, Gerard noticed. He felt quite satisfied himself and knew Frank had enjoyed their afternoon, so that was somewhat unexpected. He waited for Frank’s answer. “I was thinking about us. High School’s almost over and then. College.”

He turned his big eyes up and stared at Gerard deeply, who knew what he was talking about. Frank was going to Florida with a scholarship, Gerard would hopefully be going to Art School in New York. He was definitely scared for their relationship. “I know, Frank, it’s gonna be tough, but we’ve got a whole summer ahead of us. We can do a lot of shit together till we get to that awful part in September.”

“I know, but-”

“Shh.” Gerard interrupted him. He didn’t like to talk about what was still to come, especially such a gloomy issue. It was true he didn’t want to see Frank go, but it was the best way to make them both happy. They should pursue something they loved and were good at; Gerard’s was art, Frank’s was music. As long as it made them happy, it was all that mattered. He told Frank just that and then.

Then they kissed, heavily. At least that was Gerard’s intention, to wrap Frank up in a kiss that blew his mind and made him forget about the future for a moment. It was all about living the moment as it was the present they always had for sure. Yet Frank seemed to be in the mood for something else. He stated roaming his palms up and down Gerard’s arms, then enlaced his arms around Gerard’s neck in the sweet kiss they melted into. Frank also pulled back, giving Gerard a look of his face of closed eyes and smiling lips, and saying, “I love your lips, baby.”

A new kiss began as soon as Gerard smiled, recognizing that tone of voice. It was the sweet side of Frank, the touchy-feely mood he sometimes fell in, when he turned sappy and just wanted to kiss and hug, and to call Gerard his baby. Gerard didn’t mind at all. It was different from their sex-filled moments and marked the different for the two boyfriends. They needed all of it, of course.

“I don’t want to go home,” Frank whined against Gerard’s mouth as they took another break from kissing. Gerard giggled a little at the love-sick tone Frank sometimes adopted, but still embraced him as tight as he could, breathing softly against Frank’s ear. He kissed the spot, too, and brought one hand to where he knew a scar would form soon; there was only tender skin and a small rip there, where Gerard had whipped Frank harder and consecutively. Time would bring a mark to remind them of that day.

“You need to rest, though,” Gerard argued with him, never letting go. At least until Frank whined at something against his neck and pulled his face closer for a new touch of their lips. First, soft, then the usual eagerness to taste the other.

Only a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Gerard turned around in time to see Mikey’s head poking in after pushing the door open and the younger brother said, “We’re here now.” Gerard nodded.

“We gotta go,” he said and Frank agreed in silence. He didn’t exactly seem down about it, but his movements were slow as they got dressed.

The next moments happened in a blur. They went upstairs fully ready, Frank with the backpack he had brought for the weekend on his back, and found Mikey in the living room watching TV. Gerard’s parents seemed to be in the kitchen and they went to tell them that Frank needed to be driven home. He still received an offer to stay for dinner, but Gerard understood why he declined it. Frank hadn’t called his mother the whole weekend and she would like to spend the evening with him. So they just went to the truck, which was still in the garage, and smirked when they passed the red Corvette.

Gerard drove in silence, not even the radio was on, but it still felt good. When they got to Frank’s house, he parked the car and turned to Frank, who was already speaking, “I had a great weekend, baby. Thank you.”

It made Gerard smile. “Me too. Well, a great Sunday, at least,” he said with a laugh, and Frank followed his lead. When it died down, more silence came as Frank looked outside and Gerard stared at Frank’s profile. “You’re ok, right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said with a sincere smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.” And Frank leaned in for a new kiss. It was smooth and gentle, so Gerard knew that he was still in his touchy-feely mood. He had turned into it after the shower, Gerard knew, as it had relaxed him after the release of many hormones at Gerard’s house. Gerard felt pretty mushy himself, he just didn’t let it show through his words.

Unless he counted his worry when Frank moved to open the door, and he said, “Don’t forget to ask your mom something for those bruises.”

Frank laughed. “She’s gonna ask a lot of questions, if I do.”

“Well, tell her the truth, then. You shall not lie to your parents,” Gerard joined in the funny moment. He also smiled and stretched to brush his fingers on Frank’s hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I love you, baby,” Frank said and blew him a kiss, laughing it off while he closed the car door and walked away. Gerard watched, but rolled down the window on the passenger side, yelling when he knew Frank could still hear him: “You’re so lame!”

Frank turned around and smirked at him. Then he climbed the small set of stairs and opened the house door, going in with one last wave to Gerard. It was truly love-sick and cliché, but it warmed Gerard. He then drove back home, and at night, when he checked his cell phone before going to bed, he had a text message from Frank that read, u are lame, remember? He smiled and knew he’d have a great night’s sleep.

~10,500 words.