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They Don't Need To Know...
10 ReviewsFireworks are beautiful, and so is the starry night sky. Could anything make that New Year's Eve party any more perfect? Well, maybe... FRERARD ONE-SHOT!!! (Mild oral-sex scene. Not graphic)
Gerard smiled as he looked up into the night sky. An intricate guitar solo blasted from the amp behind him and he smiled turning toward the party behind him. "Hey, Frankie! Stop showing off!" he yelled over the noise.
Frank grinned, purposefully looking away from Gerard. He stopped playing the guitar and turned towards him. "But I've been practicing all day! I only wanna show Ray!"
"Bullshit!" Gerard laughed, plopping down on the sofa beside him.
Frank grinned coyly and put the guitar down beside him. "Some party, huh?"
"Yeah. Bob had better be grateful, it cost me a fortune!" he laughed.
They were throwing a birthday party for Bob that was slowly melting into a New Year's Eve party. There was plenty of champagne, beer, cigarettes, food, music and people, all in Gerard and Lyn-Z's new house.
"Man, it's gonna take hours to clean all this shit up!" Frank laughed, watching someone throw potato chips across the room at someone else, and then watching some guests stamp it into the carpet as they danced. Gerard grinned and stood from his place on the couch, lifting Frank up with him. He pulled the shorter man out of the back door and into the yard, where they stood, staring out at the stars.
"I'm glad there isn't much light tonight, it's beautiful." Gerard remarked, looking at a few fireworks going off in the distance.
"Yeah." Frank agreed, nodding.
"Hey, dudes, here's some champagne, it's almost twelve!" Bob smiled, handing each of them a glass of the bubbly alcohol.
Gerard inclined his head and took a small sip. Frank accepted his glass and leant against the wall. "TEN, NINE, EIGHT..." came the chant from inside the house.
"Gee...I'm gonna start a new year's resolution. One where I do what I want, regardless of how it effects other people." Frank smiled, turning to the other man.
"Wow, usually people make resolutions to make other people HAPPY!" Gerard chuckled.
"THREE, TWO..."
"Starting now..." Frank whispered.
"ONE!"
Frank grabbed Gerard's tie firmly and walked backwards through the yard. He felt leaves and branches brush against his back and face, but he kept walking until he was sure that they were hidden. He dropped his glass onto the floor and stepped closer to Gerard. The taller man stepped back, surprised, until his back hit the tree trunk. Frank advanced on him and pushed his lips against Gerard's.
"This is what I wanna do, so I don't give a fuck what you think about it." Frank mumbled against Gerard lips, his hands travelling down to hold Gerard hips.
He pulled back to undo the button on Gerard's pants. "Fuck, Frankie..." Gerard breathed, laughing slightly.
"Shh." He smirked, his lips kissing Gerard's again.
"So...you really don't care what I think about...this?" Gerard asked breathlessly.
"Well, judging by the bulge in your boxers, you find it pretty enjoyable." Frank smiled, his hands slowly pushing down Gerard's trousers.
He gasped and threw his back, shutting his eyes as his fingers scratched at the bark of the tree, the glass of champagne lying on the ground and forgotten. "Fuck, Frankie...you really wanna do this?" he asked, opening his eyes long enough to see Frank nod slowly, his smirk still there, and drop to his knees. Gerard's eyes shut tightly again and he gasped, his fingers finding Frank's hair. "Oh my god..." he whispered, his breath showing up in the cold night air. "Shit! Fuck!" he cursed, his fingers intertwining with Frank's hair as the kneeling man's tongue swirled, causing pleasure to course through Gerard’s body from his abdomen.
Five minutes and plenty of moans and cussing later, Gerard sunk down onto the ground and rested his head against the tree as his breathing began levelling out, his fumbling fingers quickly fastening his trousers. "I can't believe you just fucking did that!" he breathed, shaking his head.
"It was my resolution. I've wanted to do that for a while. I think that beer I drunk earlier went straight to my head!" he smiled, sitting beside Gerard.
"But...why did-I don't..."
"It doesn't mean anything, Gee. I just...I always wanted to know what is was like. Y'know...I've only ever been with Jamia before. I guess I wanted to know what a man was like." He shrugged, grinning somewhat embarrassedly.
"Well, damn...thank fuck for your curiosity!" he laughed. "But...what about Jamia...and Lindsay?" he asked, chewing on his lip.
"Well..." Frank grinned slightly, standing up and brushing off his knees. "They don't need to know." He smirked, helping Gerard up before he made his way back to the house, the smirk still planted firmly on his face…he didn’t think it would ever leave his lips…and neither would the feeling of Gerard.
Frank grinned, purposefully looking away from Gerard. He stopped playing the guitar and turned towards him. "But I've been practicing all day! I only wanna show Ray!"
"Bullshit!" Gerard laughed, plopping down on the sofa beside him.
Frank grinned coyly and put the guitar down beside him. "Some party, huh?"
"Yeah. Bob had better be grateful, it cost me a fortune!" he laughed.
They were throwing a birthday party for Bob that was slowly melting into a New Year's Eve party. There was plenty of champagne, beer, cigarettes, food, music and people, all in Gerard and Lyn-Z's new house.
"Man, it's gonna take hours to clean all this shit up!" Frank laughed, watching someone throw potato chips across the room at someone else, and then watching some guests stamp it into the carpet as they danced. Gerard grinned and stood from his place on the couch, lifting Frank up with him. He pulled the shorter man out of the back door and into the yard, where they stood, staring out at the stars.
"I'm glad there isn't much light tonight, it's beautiful." Gerard remarked, looking at a few fireworks going off in the distance.
"Yeah." Frank agreed, nodding.
"Hey, dudes, here's some champagne, it's almost twelve!" Bob smiled, handing each of them a glass of the bubbly alcohol.
Gerard inclined his head and took a small sip. Frank accepted his glass and leant against the wall. "TEN, NINE, EIGHT..." came the chant from inside the house.
"Gee...I'm gonna start a new year's resolution. One where I do what I want, regardless of how it effects other people." Frank smiled, turning to the other man.
"Wow, usually people make resolutions to make other people HAPPY!" Gerard chuckled.
"THREE, TWO..."
"Starting now..." Frank whispered.
"ONE!"
Frank grabbed Gerard's tie firmly and walked backwards through the yard. He felt leaves and branches brush against his back and face, but he kept walking until he was sure that they were hidden. He dropped his glass onto the floor and stepped closer to Gerard. The taller man stepped back, surprised, until his back hit the tree trunk. Frank advanced on him and pushed his lips against Gerard's.
"This is what I wanna do, so I don't give a fuck what you think about it." Frank mumbled against Gerard lips, his hands travelling down to hold Gerard hips.
He pulled back to undo the button on Gerard's pants. "Fuck, Frankie..." Gerard breathed, laughing slightly.
"Shh." He smirked, his lips kissing Gerard's again.
"So...you really don't care what I think about...this?" Gerard asked breathlessly.
"Well, judging by the bulge in your boxers, you find it pretty enjoyable." Frank smiled, his hands slowly pushing down Gerard's trousers.
He gasped and threw his back, shutting his eyes as his fingers scratched at the bark of the tree, the glass of champagne lying on the ground and forgotten. "Fuck, Frankie...you really wanna do this?" he asked, opening his eyes long enough to see Frank nod slowly, his smirk still there, and drop to his knees. Gerard's eyes shut tightly again and he gasped, his fingers finding Frank's hair. "Oh my god..." he whispered, his breath showing up in the cold night air. "Shit! Fuck!" he cursed, his fingers intertwining with Frank's hair as the kneeling man's tongue swirled, causing pleasure to course through Gerard’s body from his abdomen.
Five minutes and plenty of moans and cussing later, Gerard sunk down onto the ground and rested his head against the tree as his breathing began levelling out, his fumbling fingers quickly fastening his trousers. "I can't believe you just fucking did that!" he breathed, shaking his head.
"It was my resolution. I've wanted to do that for a while. I think that beer I drunk earlier went straight to my head!" he smiled, sitting beside Gerard.
"But...why did-I don't..."
"It doesn't mean anything, Gee. I just...I always wanted to know what is was like. Y'know...I've only ever been with Jamia before. I guess I wanted to know what a man was like." He shrugged, grinning somewhat embarrassedly.
"Well, damn...thank fuck for your curiosity!" he laughed. "But...what about Jamia...and Lindsay?" he asked, chewing on his lip.
"Well..." Frank grinned slightly, standing up and brushing off his knees. "They don't need to know." He smirked, helping Gerard up before he made his way back to the house, the smirk still planted firmly on his face…he didn’t think it would ever leave his lips…and neither would the feeling of Gerard.
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