Blood [1/1]
Title: Blood
Author : xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC17
POV: 3rd
Summary: The bloodier the better.
Disclaimer: They are not mine, I promise.
Author Notes: Idea for this came after seeing this picture. Pure smut.
Warnings: Sex, language.
It had been a long and tiring day for Gerard. It had started out more like a day from hell with no time to stop for coffee before he had to make an all day appearance at Comic con and on arriving, was told he would have to wait an hour longer for some kind of caffeine. Gerard, did not work well without his coffee fix in the morning, it was like he was a tin man and the only way to get him moving was to oil him, except for Gerard that was coffee.
So he had sat for at least an hour in the end without any coffee but after gulping it down he sat answering questions he had been asked about a million times before and signing his comic until his had cramped and he was convinced it was about to drop off. Of course, Gerard didn’t mind but he was tired, cranky and in all honesty was missing his fellow band members. He had seen Mikey that day as his kid brother had flown in with his wife to support his older brother and Gerard was grateful for this but, he wanted more.
He wanted Frank.
Since marrying near a year ago Gerard had now and again felt those old urges coming back to haunt him. He would sit tight and try to ignore them most of the times they happened or would simply run across the stage and rub up against Frank for a few seconds and yes, he would be cured for a while longer but now, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t even look at the guitarist to fill his jerking off fantasies and damn, he was horny.
Sighing and throwing himself into a cab at the end of the day Gerard simply looked forward to returning home and collapsing in bed and maybe sleeping for the rest of the evening and the next day. Yes, he thought. That sounded like the perfect plan. After all, his wife was away on tour and he had the house to himself so really, he could do just what he wanted.
Chucking his jacket down over the coach after closing his front door Gerard wandered over to the fridge and pulled out a cold can of Coke. Gulping that down he made his way to his laptop which was sitting waiting for him where he had left it that morning on the coffee table. Once on he pressed for an internet tab and began browsing a little, promising himself he would go to bed earlier than he had been and would not stay up all night drawing.
Checking his email quickly Gerard could feel his eyes starting to drag down the screen and he knew he really did need to sleep. Ticking the boxes on his emails and regarding them as junk Gerard was just about to delete them all before one caught his tired eyes. It was from Frank. Clicking it open and pressing yes to knowing just who the sender was Gerard’s eyes nearly jumped from their sockets.
Attached to the email was a picture. But fuck, it wasn’t any picture. No, it was Frank. Frank on the floor fucking bound by the wrists and covered in blood and bruises. Fuck. Gerard felt it in the pit of his stomach and he knew there was no turning back; he couldn’t just close the email and delete it like he could with all the others and there was no way he could ignore the erection he was sporting that had slowly stirred from just one look at that picture.
It was the blood that did it for Gerard and fuck, did he miss those days where all they wore was blood. It was his and Frank’s initial idea to involve the red matter in all of those interviews and had often taken some back to the hotel with them to well, experiment with later on. That was back when neither were married and back when complication was something that didn’t even enter their thoughts as they dragged one another to bed and fucked with the blood littering one another’s faces.
Just staring at the picture and the face Frank was making had given Gerard a hard on that was not going to go down from simply thinking of his mom in a bikini and with that, he moved his hand down to his jeans and undid the button and zipper slowly, sighing as he just palmed himself through the denim. Slipping a hand into his boxers for a few moments Gerard then decided that his jeans just had to go. Pushing them down his hips then kicking them off so ungracefully he then did the same with his boxers.
Tugging his shirt off and spreading his legs a little more Gerard was just about to get down to business when his fucking phone started to ring.
“Motherfucker.” He cursed loudly before reaching over beside his laptop to see just who was interrupting his session. Glancing at the screen Gerard cursed loudly again.
“Motherfucker!”
And who was calling? Well it just so happened to be Frank. Of all fucking people to interrupt what was going to be a hot and fucking fantastic jerk off session, it was Frank.
Throwing himself back against the coach Gerard practically growled into the phone.
“Hello?”
“Nice to speak to you to, Mr Way.” Frank chimed and Gerard groaned.
“Yes well, I was, busy.”
Gerard could almost hear the smirk in Frank’s voice.
“Busy? Doing?”
“Stuff!”
“So you got my email then.” Frank grinned.
“Yes, I fucking got your email and your fucked up picture!”
“You were jerking off,” Frank stated in a matter of fact tone that Gerard fucking hated, that made him want to ram Frank against a wall and fucking hurt him. Oh, god. Gerard thought. That really wouldn’t go a miss. “Weren’t you?”
“No.
“Yes you were. I can tell by your pissy tone and I can hear it in your voice.” Gerard hated it when Frank was right. “Oh, and the fact that I just sent you one of my hottest pictures taken to date.”
“Fucker.”
“I bet you’ve got it sat right in front of you, haven’t you?” Frank laughed. “I bet you had it right where you wanted it, right where you wanted me as you fisted that cock right?”
Gerard groaned for the what felt like the hundredth time that night.
“What do you want Frank?” Gerard asked, trying to ignore the question and the need to fucking fist his cock to the sound of Frank’s voice.
“I want you Gee.”
“Too fucking bad, remember?”
It was Frank that groaned this time. “I don’t give a shit anymore Gee, fuck em. What they don’t know wont hurt them, right?”
Gerard remained silent.
“Come on Gee, what wouldn’t you give for that to be my hand wrapped around you. For me to be right there, blood all over my face and chest and fucking waiting for you to fuck me? Hmm, what wouldn’t you give?”
Gerard whimpered because he would in fact give anything to have Frank there with him. It seemed as if the years of sexual frustration and the year of being off limits to one another had finally driven them both near the edge and neither were afraid of jumping off anymore.
“You know I’m right. I want it too.” Gerard could hear Frank lick his lips at the thought. “Jerk off for me.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Jerk off. Now.”
Gerard gulped but nodded, even though Frank couldn’t see the nod. He snaked his hand down to his still very erect member and gripped it nice and tight. He hissed at the contact and Frank smiled.
“That’s it. Grip tight Gee, you know that’s how I’d be doing it.” Gerard moaned at that and proceeded to grip just a little bit tighter. Gerard then moved his hand up and down moaning into the phone. Frank had also taken advantage of the situation he just knew he would find at the other end of the phone and had wrapped a firm hand around his cock.
Soon enough both men were panting hard down the phone and so close to release neither of them could really wait any longer.
“You gonna come for me Gee?” Frank asked as he squeezed his eyes shut. He needed this to end, quickly otherwise he wasn’t sure he could take much more.
“Oh, god.” Gerard moaned and sped up his wrist movement.
“Think of me sprawled out on your white sheets, blood everywhere.” Frank stated and moaned straight after as he heard Gerard’s breathing become even more erratic.
“Fuck, fuck.” Gerard muttered as he came all over his hand, the thought of Frank and blood stained sheets fresh in his mind.
Frank came in almost the same way, only thinking of how it would be to have Gerard deep inside him as he arched from the bed and into Gerard’s touch.
After a few minutes of panting on either end of the line Gerard gained enough breath to speak.
“What the fuck?”
Frank laughed. “I had the shoot today, and seeing the blood reminded me of you.”
“Are you busy?”
“Plane ticket is already booked.” Frank grinned.
“Cheeky fucker.” Gerard mused whilst running a hand through his sweaty hair.
“Don’t worry, I stole some of the left over packets of blood from the shoot. They’re already packed.”
Gerard grinned. “Can’t fucking wait.”
Author : xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC17
POV: 3rd
Summary: The bloodier the better.
Disclaimer: They are not mine, I promise.
Author Notes: Idea for this came after seeing this picture. Pure smut.
Warnings: Sex, language.
It had been a long and tiring day for Gerard. It had started out more like a day from hell with no time to stop for coffee before he had to make an all day appearance at Comic con and on arriving, was told he would have to wait an hour longer for some kind of caffeine. Gerard, did not work well without his coffee fix in the morning, it was like he was a tin man and the only way to get him moving was to oil him, except for Gerard that was coffee.
So he had sat for at least an hour in the end without any coffee but after gulping it down he sat answering questions he had been asked about a million times before and signing his comic until his had cramped and he was convinced it was about to drop off. Of course, Gerard didn’t mind but he was tired, cranky and in all honesty was missing his fellow band members. He had seen Mikey that day as his kid brother had flown in with his wife to support his older brother and Gerard was grateful for this but, he wanted more.
He wanted Frank.
Since marrying near a year ago Gerard had now and again felt those old urges coming back to haunt him. He would sit tight and try to ignore them most of the times they happened or would simply run across the stage and rub up against Frank for a few seconds and yes, he would be cured for a while longer but now, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t even look at the guitarist to fill his jerking off fantasies and damn, he was horny.
Sighing and throwing himself into a cab at the end of the day Gerard simply looked forward to returning home and collapsing in bed and maybe sleeping for the rest of the evening and the next day. Yes, he thought. That sounded like the perfect plan. After all, his wife was away on tour and he had the house to himself so really, he could do just what he wanted.
Chucking his jacket down over the coach after closing his front door Gerard wandered over to the fridge and pulled out a cold can of Coke. Gulping that down he made his way to his laptop which was sitting waiting for him where he had left it that morning on the coffee table. Once on he pressed for an internet tab and began browsing a little, promising himself he would go to bed earlier than he had been and would not stay up all night drawing.
Checking his email quickly Gerard could feel his eyes starting to drag down the screen and he knew he really did need to sleep. Ticking the boxes on his emails and regarding them as junk Gerard was just about to delete them all before one caught his tired eyes. It was from Frank. Clicking it open and pressing yes to knowing just who the sender was Gerard’s eyes nearly jumped from their sockets.
Attached to the email was a picture. But fuck, it wasn’t any picture. No, it was Frank. Frank on the floor fucking bound by the wrists and covered in blood and bruises. Fuck. Gerard felt it in the pit of his stomach and he knew there was no turning back; he couldn’t just close the email and delete it like he could with all the others and there was no way he could ignore the erection he was sporting that had slowly stirred from just one look at that picture.
It was the blood that did it for Gerard and fuck, did he miss those days where all they wore was blood. It was his and Frank’s initial idea to involve the red matter in all of those interviews and had often taken some back to the hotel with them to well, experiment with later on. That was back when neither were married and back when complication was something that didn’t even enter their thoughts as they dragged one another to bed and fucked with the blood littering one another’s faces.
Just staring at the picture and the face Frank was making had given Gerard a hard on that was not going to go down from simply thinking of his mom in a bikini and with that, he moved his hand down to his jeans and undid the button and zipper slowly, sighing as he just palmed himself through the denim. Slipping a hand into his boxers for a few moments Gerard then decided that his jeans just had to go. Pushing them down his hips then kicking them off so ungracefully he then did the same with his boxers.
Tugging his shirt off and spreading his legs a little more Gerard was just about to get down to business when his fucking phone started to ring.
“Motherfucker.” He cursed loudly before reaching over beside his laptop to see just who was interrupting his session. Glancing at the screen Gerard cursed loudly again.
“Motherfucker!”
And who was calling? Well it just so happened to be Frank. Of all fucking people to interrupt what was going to be a hot and fucking fantastic jerk off session, it was Frank.
Throwing himself back against the coach Gerard practically growled into the phone.
“Hello?”
“Nice to speak to you to, Mr Way.” Frank chimed and Gerard groaned.
“Yes well, I was, busy.”
Gerard could almost hear the smirk in Frank’s voice.
“Busy? Doing?”
“Stuff!”
“So you got my email then.” Frank grinned.
“Yes, I fucking got your email and your fucked up picture!”
“You were jerking off,” Frank stated in a matter of fact tone that Gerard fucking hated, that made him want to ram Frank against a wall and fucking hurt him. Oh, god. Gerard thought. That really wouldn’t go a miss. “Weren’t you?”
“No.
“Yes you were. I can tell by your pissy tone and I can hear it in your voice.” Gerard hated it when Frank was right. “Oh, and the fact that I just sent you one of my hottest pictures taken to date.”
“Fucker.”
“I bet you’ve got it sat right in front of you, haven’t you?” Frank laughed. “I bet you had it right where you wanted it, right where you wanted me as you fisted that cock right?”
Gerard groaned for the what felt like the hundredth time that night.
“What do you want Frank?” Gerard asked, trying to ignore the question and the need to fucking fist his cock to the sound of Frank’s voice.
“I want you Gee.”
“Too fucking bad, remember?”
It was Frank that groaned this time. “I don’t give a shit anymore Gee, fuck em. What they don’t know wont hurt them, right?”
Gerard remained silent.
“Come on Gee, what wouldn’t you give for that to be my hand wrapped around you. For me to be right there, blood all over my face and chest and fucking waiting for you to fuck me? Hmm, what wouldn’t you give?”
Gerard whimpered because he would in fact give anything to have Frank there with him. It seemed as if the years of sexual frustration and the year of being off limits to one another had finally driven them both near the edge and neither were afraid of jumping off anymore.
“You know I’m right. I want it too.” Gerard could hear Frank lick his lips at the thought. “Jerk off for me.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Jerk off. Now.”
Gerard gulped but nodded, even though Frank couldn’t see the nod. He snaked his hand down to his still very erect member and gripped it nice and tight. He hissed at the contact and Frank smiled.
“That’s it. Grip tight Gee, you know that’s how I’d be doing it.” Gerard moaned at that and proceeded to grip just a little bit tighter. Gerard then moved his hand up and down moaning into the phone. Frank had also taken advantage of the situation he just knew he would find at the other end of the phone and had wrapped a firm hand around his cock.
Soon enough both men were panting hard down the phone and so close to release neither of them could really wait any longer.
“You gonna come for me Gee?” Frank asked as he squeezed his eyes shut. He needed this to end, quickly otherwise he wasn’t sure he could take much more.
“Oh, god.” Gerard moaned and sped up his wrist movement.
“Think of me sprawled out on your white sheets, blood everywhere.” Frank stated and moaned straight after as he heard Gerard’s breathing become even more erratic.
“Fuck, fuck.” Gerard muttered as he came all over his hand, the thought of Frank and blood stained sheets fresh in his mind.
Frank came in almost the same way, only thinking of how it would be to have Gerard deep inside him as he arched from the bed and into Gerard’s touch.
After a few minutes of panting on either end of the line Gerard gained enough breath to speak.
“What the fuck?”
Frank laughed. “I had the shoot today, and seeing the blood reminded me of you.”
“Are you busy?”
“Plane ticket is already booked.” Frank grinned.
“Cheeky fucker.” Gerard mused whilst running a hand through his sweaty hair.
“Don’t worry, I stole some of the left over packets of blood from the shoot. They’re already packed.”
Gerard grinned. “Can’t fucking wait.”