Frank’s Persuasion Techniques - (1/1)
Title: Frank’s Persuasion Techniques.
Author : xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating NC-17
Summary: “No, I am NOT writing and recording a fuckin’ teen vamp song for that piece of shit!” Frank’s eyes flew open, he was only drifting anyway, half listening to what Gerard was talking about and half listening to the film that was still playing on the TV. He sat up quickly, poking Gerard to try and get some attention.
Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fictional writing.
Author Notes: Of course I had to fic this after that interview!
Warnings: Sex, Language.
It was a Friday night when Gerard got the call, late even for him. He and Frank were slouched on their couch, covered by a thin blanket and half asleep. It was a typical Friday night for the pair (when not on tour, of course) which meant it was acceptable to crawl on to the couch (after a hard day of either cleaning the house or sorting the bundle of bills they had which often built up between tours) and watch one DVD after the other, stuffing their faces with microwave popcorn and Frank’s favourite, gummy sweets. Frank was nearly asleep against Gerard’s chest, mouth ajar and eyes slowly closing.
As Gerard’s phone vibrated in his pocket Frank jumped awake, giving Gerard that whole ‘I was just resting my eyes, I wasn’t sleeping!’ suspicious look. He pushed his hand in to his pocket, looking at the screen before he answered. He thought it might have been Mikey, complaining at how he and Ray had lost the hamster again, or something like that. It wasn’t Mikey though, it was their manager. At this time, really? Were they not allowed to sleep whilst at home and not on tour? Apparently not.
“Mm Hello?” Gerard answered, voice sounding croaky and half asleep.
“Gerard, sorry to bother you but it’s quite important, we’ve had a great offer that needs closing as soon as.”
Gerard sat up at this point, trying to seem a little more alert. He looked back behind him, where Frank was actually asleep now; he’d placed himself back down in the warm spot they were laying in.
“What’s the offer?”
“Summit have approached to offer a whole lot a fucking money to do a Twilight soundtrack, y’know for the new film?” Their manager asked, as if Gerard fuckin’ watched Twilight. Actually, he did. But it wasn’t out of choice, Frank made him. Yes, made.
“No.” Gerard said, before even thinking about the offer, or the money.
“But-”
“No, I am NOT writing and recording a fuckin’ teen vamp song for that piece of shit!” Frank’s eyes flew open, he was only drifting anyway, half listening to what Gerard was talking about and half listening to the film that was still playing on the TV. He sat up quickly, poking Gerard to try and get some attention.
“Gerard, they’re offering a lot of money...”
“I don’t care how much they are offering dude, I am not writing or recording for that film!”
Frank continued to poke him, manically. Gerard just fuckin’ knew Frank would be all over this offer, begging him and offering pretty much anything for him to accept the deal.
The next thing Gerard knew, Frank was on his knees in front of him, pulling himself closer to him, hands on his knees. Gerard looked down at Frank, his eyes wide looking up at his husband, silently begging him to say the words and accept the deal. Frank loved those films, and wasn’t even subtle about doing so. He had the books, had read them countless times, had the shirts and even the key chains and band aids, for Christ sakes!
Knowing Gerard was still going to say no, Frank pulled himself closer to Gerard’s crotch, moving a hand from his knee and rubbing hard across the denim, against the zipper. Gerard looked down at him with wide eyes, shaking his head to try and stop Frank from what he was about to do. Frank just smirked, bringing both hands up to unbutton his husband’s jeans, pulling the zipper down quick, making sure to press down hard. Gerard squirmed and tried to push Frank away, but it didn’t work.
“So Gerard, are we accepting this deal or not?”
“I, I don’t, I’ll call you back...” Gerard stuttered, looking down at Frank who had now pushed his jeans and boxers down to his knees, blowing warm air on to his crotch. His fingers stumbled to press the cut off key on his phone and after a few attempts, the call was safely ended.
“Frank, what are you, oh, fuck...” Gerard tried asking, but before he could finish his sentence Frank’s mouth was plastered firmly around his dick, warm and slick. Gerard stared down at Frank, his brain trying to adjust to talking politely on the phone one second, to his husband’s lips around his junk, sucking hard and hot. Frank started to bob his head up and down slowly, making sure to his tongue was in just the right places as he pulled up, leaving Gerard lolling his head back against the couch, eyes strewn shut and chest tight.
“Frank, fuck, Frank.” Gerard slurred, not really making any sense of what he was saying, only knowing he had to get out how damn good it was. Frank’s eyes were closed too, shut tight so that he could concentrate, his mouth full and his gag reflexes in full swing, he wanted Gerard to enjoy this, he needed Gerard to enjoy this, hell he needed that damn deal.
A few minutes in Frank pulled his mouth off of his husband’s dick with a loud, sloppy pop. Gerard whined right in the back of his throat and opened his eyes, only a little. Frank was looking up at him, hair a mess and lips full and pink, covered in spit, a long line still attached to the tip of Gerard’s cock. Frank grinned and licked his lips, adjusting his knees that were starting to throb a little. They had soft carpet but really, being on your knees giving head for years had started to take its’ toll on his legs, that and thrashing about on stage night after night.
“Frank, please, don’t, please?” Gerard whinged, not really making any sense to anybody other than himself, but Frank knew what he wanted.
Frank smirked quickly and pushed his hand up Gerard’s leg, past his knee and up towards his thighs. Gerard gasped as he felt Frank take him in his hand, squeezing gently and then started to pull. He was already wet from where Frank’s mouth had been and as Frank started jacking him off quicker, he let his head loll back again and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling, that ache in the pit of his stomach, his hips pushing up from the couch, wanting “More Frank, more, please.”
Laughing Frank brought his lips back down between Gerard’s thighs, biting the skin this time on his inner leg. Gerard gasped and bucked his hips a little more, pushing his dick in and out of Frank’s hand himself, “Fuck yeah Frank, fuckin’ fuck yeah,” He mumbled to himself as Frank continued to bite, sucking and swishing his tongue against the now bruising skin. Peeling his lips back off of Gerard’s thigh, he quickly seized the movement of his hand and replaced it with his mouth again. Gerard pushed his hips forward and threw his head back, his arms flying out to grab something, anything at that point. A few seconds later Gerard’s hands found Frank’s hair, pushing his finger tips against the scalp and through the long locks of black, bringing his head forward quicker, fucking his mouth.
It didn’t take long for Gerard to let go, to unwind and “I’m coming, Frank, m’gonna...” And with a last, loud moan of Frank’s name Gerard came, his hands around the back of Frank’s skull, pushing his head as close to his body as he could. Frank tried to swallow best he could, chocking a little from where Gerard was ramming his head so hard. As Gerard’s chest started to loosen a little, so did his grip on Frank. He pulled his hands from under his hair and pushed his face away from his body, head to the side and looking down at his lover.
“Fuck.” Was all Gerard managed, “Fuck Frank.”
“Good?” Frank asked, pushing himself up from off the floor and back on to the couch, the TV still playing whatever film it was they were watching. Neither can quite remember.
“What was that for?” Gerard asked, tipping his head to the side to look at Frank, side on.
“I think you already know, don’t you?” Frank asked with a smirk, knowing full well Gerard would never be able to say no to him, not after that.
Gerard threw his head back against the sofa again, but this time not in pleasure. “But I don’t want to write a god dammed vamp song!” He complained.
“If you do, I’ll blow you every night while we’re recording, in fact, I’ll blow you while you’re recording! ” Frank offered, leaning over to pepper kisses against Gerard’s neck, pushing his hand down his chest slowly.
Gerard groaned, long and loud. “Alright! You win, we’ll do it!”
Frank jumped from where he was sat and on to his husband, kissing his cheek and murmuring ‘thank you!’ across each piece of skin.
“You have to explain to Mikey and Ray why we are writing shit for a shitty vamp film.”
“They can’t resist my blow jobs either...”
Gerard punched Frank’s arm lightly, reaching to pick his phone up and return the last call.
Author : xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating NC-17
Summary: “No, I am NOT writing and recording a fuckin’ teen vamp song for that piece of shit!” Frank’s eyes flew open, he was only drifting anyway, half listening to what Gerard was talking about and half listening to the film that was still playing on the TV. He sat up quickly, poking Gerard to try and get some attention.
Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fictional writing.
Author Notes: Of course I had to fic this after that interview!
Warnings: Sex, Language.
It was a Friday night when Gerard got the call, late even for him. He and Frank were slouched on their couch, covered by a thin blanket and half asleep. It was a typical Friday night for the pair (when not on tour, of course) which meant it was acceptable to crawl on to the couch (after a hard day of either cleaning the house or sorting the bundle of bills they had which often built up between tours) and watch one DVD after the other, stuffing their faces with microwave popcorn and Frank’s favourite, gummy sweets. Frank was nearly asleep against Gerard’s chest, mouth ajar and eyes slowly closing.
As Gerard’s phone vibrated in his pocket Frank jumped awake, giving Gerard that whole ‘I was just resting my eyes, I wasn’t sleeping!’ suspicious look. He pushed his hand in to his pocket, looking at the screen before he answered. He thought it might have been Mikey, complaining at how he and Ray had lost the hamster again, or something like that. It wasn’t Mikey though, it was their manager. At this time, really? Were they not allowed to sleep whilst at home and not on tour? Apparently not.
“Mm Hello?” Gerard answered, voice sounding croaky and half asleep.
“Gerard, sorry to bother you but it’s quite important, we’ve had a great offer that needs closing as soon as.”
Gerard sat up at this point, trying to seem a little more alert. He looked back behind him, where Frank was actually asleep now; he’d placed himself back down in the warm spot they were laying in.
“What’s the offer?”
“Summit have approached to offer a whole lot a fucking money to do a Twilight soundtrack, y’know for the new film?” Their manager asked, as if Gerard fuckin’ watched Twilight. Actually, he did. But it wasn’t out of choice, Frank made him. Yes, made.
“No.” Gerard said, before even thinking about the offer, or the money.
“But-”
“No, I am NOT writing and recording a fuckin’ teen vamp song for that piece of shit!” Frank’s eyes flew open, he was only drifting anyway, half listening to what Gerard was talking about and half listening to the film that was still playing on the TV. He sat up quickly, poking Gerard to try and get some attention.
“Gerard, they’re offering a lot of money...”
“I don’t care how much they are offering dude, I am not writing or recording for that film!”
Frank continued to poke him, manically. Gerard just fuckin’ knew Frank would be all over this offer, begging him and offering pretty much anything for him to accept the deal.
The next thing Gerard knew, Frank was on his knees in front of him, pulling himself closer to him, hands on his knees. Gerard looked down at Frank, his eyes wide looking up at his husband, silently begging him to say the words and accept the deal. Frank loved those films, and wasn’t even subtle about doing so. He had the books, had read them countless times, had the shirts and even the key chains and band aids, for Christ sakes!
Knowing Gerard was still going to say no, Frank pulled himself closer to Gerard’s crotch, moving a hand from his knee and rubbing hard across the denim, against the zipper. Gerard looked down at him with wide eyes, shaking his head to try and stop Frank from what he was about to do. Frank just smirked, bringing both hands up to unbutton his husband’s jeans, pulling the zipper down quick, making sure to press down hard. Gerard squirmed and tried to push Frank away, but it didn’t work.
“So Gerard, are we accepting this deal or not?”
“I, I don’t, I’ll call you back...” Gerard stuttered, looking down at Frank who had now pushed his jeans and boxers down to his knees, blowing warm air on to his crotch. His fingers stumbled to press the cut off key on his phone and after a few attempts, the call was safely ended.
“Frank, what are you, oh, fuck...” Gerard tried asking, but before he could finish his sentence Frank’s mouth was plastered firmly around his dick, warm and slick. Gerard stared down at Frank, his brain trying to adjust to talking politely on the phone one second, to his husband’s lips around his junk, sucking hard and hot. Frank started to bob his head up and down slowly, making sure to his tongue was in just the right places as he pulled up, leaving Gerard lolling his head back against the couch, eyes strewn shut and chest tight.
“Frank, fuck, Frank.” Gerard slurred, not really making any sense of what he was saying, only knowing he had to get out how damn good it was. Frank’s eyes were closed too, shut tight so that he could concentrate, his mouth full and his gag reflexes in full swing, he wanted Gerard to enjoy this, he needed Gerard to enjoy this, hell he needed that damn deal.
A few minutes in Frank pulled his mouth off of his husband’s dick with a loud, sloppy pop. Gerard whined right in the back of his throat and opened his eyes, only a little. Frank was looking up at him, hair a mess and lips full and pink, covered in spit, a long line still attached to the tip of Gerard’s cock. Frank grinned and licked his lips, adjusting his knees that were starting to throb a little. They had soft carpet but really, being on your knees giving head for years had started to take its’ toll on his legs, that and thrashing about on stage night after night.
“Frank, please, don’t, please?” Gerard whinged, not really making any sense to anybody other than himself, but Frank knew what he wanted.
Frank smirked quickly and pushed his hand up Gerard’s leg, past his knee and up towards his thighs. Gerard gasped as he felt Frank take him in his hand, squeezing gently and then started to pull. He was already wet from where Frank’s mouth had been and as Frank started jacking him off quicker, he let his head loll back again and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling, that ache in the pit of his stomach, his hips pushing up from the couch, wanting “More Frank, more, please.”
Laughing Frank brought his lips back down between Gerard’s thighs, biting the skin this time on his inner leg. Gerard gasped and bucked his hips a little more, pushing his dick in and out of Frank’s hand himself, “Fuck yeah Frank, fuckin’ fuck yeah,” He mumbled to himself as Frank continued to bite, sucking and swishing his tongue against the now bruising skin. Peeling his lips back off of Gerard’s thigh, he quickly seized the movement of his hand and replaced it with his mouth again. Gerard pushed his hips forward and threw his head back, his arms flying out to grab something, anything at that point. A few seconds later Gerard’s hands found Frank’s hair, pushing his finger tips against the scalp and through the long locks of black, bringing his head forward quicker, fucking his mouth.
It didn’t take long for Gerard to let go, to unwind and “I’m coming, Frank, m’gonna...” And with a last, loud moan of Frank’s name Gerard came, his hands around the back of Frank’s skull, pushing his head as close to his body as he could. Frank tried to swallow best he could, chocking a little from where Gerard was ramming his head so hard. As Gerard’s chest started to loosen a little, so did his grip on Frank. He pulled his hands from under his hair and pushed his face away from his body, head to the side and looking down at his lover.
“Fuck.” Was all Gerard managed, “Fuck Frank.”
“Good?” Frank asked, pushing himself up from off the floor and back on to the couch, the TV still playing whatever film it was they were watching. Neither can quite remember.
“What was that for?” Gerard asked, tipping his head to the side to look at Frank, side on.
“I think you already know, don’t you?” Frank asked with a smirk, knowing full well Gerard would never be able to say no to him, not after that.
Gerard threw his head back against the sofa again, but this time not in pleasure. “But I don’t want to write a god dammed vamp song!” He complained.
“If you do, I’ll blow you every night while we’re recording, in fact, I’ll blow you while you’re recording! ” Frank offered, leaning over to pepper kisses against Gerard’s neck, pushing his hand down his chest slowly.
Gerard groaned, long and loud. “Alright! You win, we’ll do it!”
Frank jumped from where he was sat and on to his husband, kissing his cheek and murmuring ‘thank you!’ across each piece of skin.
“You have to explain to Mikey and Ray why we are writing shit for a shitty vamp film.”
“They can’t resist my blow jobs either...”
Gerard punched Frank’s arm lightly, reaching to pick his phone up and return the last call.