(oops, would have been good to actually use the word in the thing then ;-))
(it's something I wrote a while ago but never posted because there's this whole backstory on why Gerard is wearing a skirt and why he's so insecure that I never got to write so, I hope it counts. If not I can delete it. *nervous*)
Frank is already half half when he enters their bedroom and Gerard's standing by the bed, unsure of what to do, what to expect.
Frank's hand finds its way under Gerard's skirt immediately and he almost growls when he feels the satin there, stretching over his hips and cock, soft material over hard flesh (he loves the contrast). He sinks to his knees, lifting the skirt up an inch and opens his mouth over Gee's cock, licks him through the material. Gerard's breathing is unsteady and fast, he fists his hands next to his body because he's not. He's not supposed to control.
Frank gets up again before Gerard loses his balance, leans in closer (rubs his cock against gerard's hips), asks, "What do you want to be, today?"
And Gerard says, "Yours."
Frank reaches over to the nightstand, to get the lube and the condom but Gerard tries to stop him, stutters a bit embarassed, but it's too late, drawer already open and Frank. Well, he is stunned. it's not what he expected. It's relatively small, looks like flesh, not intimidating at all. He takes it out and rubs it, between his hands, makes Gerard gasp when he licks the tip.
"Feels real."
Gerard blushes and turns his head to the side, fingers fidgeting against his legs.
"You could have told me." Frank says as he hands Gerard the plastic cock and the lube, sits down next to him. And then. "Let me watch." (it comes out more as a whisper because, fuck, suddenly he has all this images in his head)
Gerard's gone too far to protest and Frank looks so turned on, cheeks flushed, expectant look on his face and he wants this. He spreads some lube on his fingers and on the dildo, places his feet on the bed and the angle is weird and hurts his wrist when he pushes a finger in but it makes his cock twitch and Frankie growl, low in his chest and, yeah, it is good.
He adds another finger and a third, rocks back and forth on his hand, eyes firmly on Frank, before he takes the dildo and his hands are shaking, lips trembling.
But Frank just nods and it's reassuring, yes, and his eyes fall shut when he pushes the dildo in, legs falling further apart, spread on the bed and he feels the skirt rubbing against his cock as he moves his hips, steady and slow. He finds his spot immediately (it's not the first time), presses against it (hard, hard, so hard) before pulling away a bit, a moan falling from his lips.
He feels Frank's hand close around his own over the dildo as he pushes it in again, faster this time and he adds a rough twist to it that makes Gerard lose his breath and gasp for air (maybe it's not the first time Frank does that, either).
"Fuck, Frankie, want..." (but he can't.)
"What?" and Frank is hard, so hard, eyes dark with lust, skin glistening (and it's all for him).
<b>9 DOWN</b>: INCH
(oops, would have been good to actually use the word in the thing then ;-))
(it's something I wrote a while ago but never posted because there's this whole backstory on why Gerard is wearing a skirt and why he's so insecure that I never got to write so, I hope it counts. If not I can delete it. *nervous*)
Frank is already half half when he enters their bedroom and Gerard's standing by the bed, unsure of what to do, what to expect.
Frank's hand finds its way under Gerard's skirt immediately and he almost growls when he feels the satin there, stretching over his hips and cock, soft material over hard flesh (he loves the contrast). He sinks to his knees, lifting the skirt up an inch and opens his mouth over Gee's cock, licks him through the material. Gerard's breathing is unsteady and fast, he fists his hands next to his body because he's not. He's not supposed to control.
Frank gets up again before Gerard loses his balance, leans in closer (rubs his cock against gerard's hips), asks, "What do you want to be, today?"
And Gerard says, "Yours."
Frank reaches over to the nightstand, to get the lube and the condom but Gerard tries to stop him, stutters a bit embarassed, but it's too late, drawer already open and Frank. Well, he is stunned. it's not what he expected. It's relatively small, looks like flesh, not intimidating at all. He takes it out and rubs it, between his hands, makes Gerard gasp when he licks the tip.
"Feels real."
Gerard blushes and turns his head to the side, fingers fidgeting against his legs.
"You could have told me." Frank says as he hands Gerard the plastic cock and the lube, sits down next to him. And then. "Let me watch." (it comes out more as a whisper because, fuck, suddenly he has all this images in his head)
Gerard's gone too far to protest and Frank looks so turned on, cheeks flushed, expectant look on his face and he wants this. He spreads some lube on his fingers and on the dildo, places his feet on the bed and the angle is weird and hurts his wrist when he pushes a finger in but it makes his cock twitch and Frankie growl, low in his chest and, yeah, it is good.
He adds another finger and a third, rocks back and forth on his hand, eyes firmly on Frank, before he takes the dildo and his hands are shaking, lips trembling.
But Frank just nods and it's reassuring, yes, and his eyes fall shut when he pushes the dildo in, legs falling further apart, spread on the bed and he feels the skirt rubbing against his cock as he moves his hips, steady and slow. He finds his spot immediately (it's not the first time), presses against it (hard, hard, so hard) before pulling away a bit, a moan falling from his lips.
He feels Frank's hand close around his own over the dildo as he pushes it in again, faster this time and he adds a rough twist to it that makes Gerard lose his breath and gasp for air (maybe it's not the first time Frank does that, either).
"Fuck, Frankie, want..." (but he can't.)
"What?" and Frank is hard, so hard, eyes dark with lust, skin glistening (and it's all for him).
"Want you to fuck me."