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Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way [My Chemical Romance]
For the: “11 Reasons why Frank and Gerard always are left alone.”
Table : Of sins & virtues. Prompt: 37. Lust
Rated: R.
Word Count: ~1100
Beta: My salvation,

vamplover82.
Summary: A quick and needed encounter between Frank and Gerard in a bathroom.
Disclaimer: Honestly I don’t own MCR ~~we’re not saying that they don’t own me~~. Actually I just own a small teddy bear called Mikey that says ‘I love you’ and a little guy dressed like the black parade that it’s called Ray.
Dedication For

lauchis &

holycloud.

.fun.
or the only title i could think of that didn't involve the actual action ;]

Gerard pushed Frank against one of the cubicle doors and kissed him hard on the mouth.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that, Frankie,” Gerard said, his voice sounding rash and hurried.

Frank wanted to protest with something witty, or at least with something to prove to Gerard that he didn’t have enough power over him to melt him with just one heated kiss. But despite Frank’s intentions, the only thing that came out of his mouth was a moan.

“You know what it makes me do.” Gerard finished his sentence, as if Frank’s reaction to him wasn’t causing anything in him.

Gerard kissed the guitarist again because he honestly wasn’t waiting for a coherent response. But Frank was more aware of what was going on than his voice let him show, so he pushed the cubicle’s door open and brought Gerard with him inside.

“Man,” Gerard started as his tongue traced the tattoo on Frank’s neck, “there is no way that I’m blowing you in a service station bathroom.”

Frank sighed, half from Gerard’s action and half from his response. “You’re no fun,” he pouted.

In that same moment, the main bathroom door opened and voices entered.

“They’re probably walking around,” it was Ray’s unmistakable voice, and Frank’s breathing got harder at the possibility of his band mate and whoever was with him finding them.

“Yes, but they could have said something.” Mikey was Ray’s company.

“Oh, look,” Gerard whispered into Frank’s ear, with his tongue darting out to taste the skin there, “we have an audience.”

“Gee,” Frank warned him, “Gerard, really.”
“Well, Frankie baby, you said I was no fun,” Gerard said, and while his mouth was doing things to Frank’s ear to make the younger man shiver, Gerard’s right hand started to unbutton the guitarist’s pants, “I have to prove you wrong.”

“Gerard, your brother—”

“Won’t hear anything if you’re silent.” The singer interrupted, “Could you keep it down for me Frankie, or are you gonna be the loud bitch you always are, letting Ray and Mikey know that we’re here… doing this?”
“Fuck,” Frank breathed out as Gerard’s palm embraced his erection.
“No, no, none of that; my dick stays in my pants in public restrooms, and so does yours.”

Gerard almost chuckled into Frank’s ear, making the younger man angrier and harder; he could hear Ray’s and Mikey’s voices, but now it seemed that they were far away. All that was important for Frank now was Gerard’s hand on his cock and Gerard breathing in his ear.

“It’s cooler in here than outside,” Ray said, and Frank wanted to scream at him for that, wanting to tell him that he should go the fuck outside so Frank could moan and pant and scream all he wanted instead of biting his bottom lip until he drew blood.

“Ah… another kink, Frankie?” Gerard suddenly said, licking the red liquid falling from Frank’s lips. “I really like blood.” He added, before kissing Frank and jacking him off harder. The younger man was glad that Gerard’s tongue was shoved into his mouth and stopping the moan, because he wouldn’t have been capable of doing it on his own.

“Tastes as good as your come, Frankie,” Gerard said while he was back to playing with Frank’s earlobe.

“Gee…” Frank panted.
“What, baby? Are you close?”

Gerard knew the answer to that perfectly well; by now, he could predict the exact moment Frank would come, so he lowered the speed of his thrusts, making the other man whimper in response and try to pump into Gerard’s hand.

“Ah, no, not yet, Frankie,” Gerard explained, “Because I want you to scream my fucking name, and I assume you don’t want to do it with our boys out there.”

“I don’t care,” Frank panted, “I don’t fucking care who fucking hears me.”
Gerard shifted the position of his hand inside Frank’s pants a bit and played with his balls, knowing that this would only make Frank madder and more frustrated.

“Gerard,” he said, breathing irregularly, “Please, Gee.”
“Don’t beg Frankie; you’re going to make me want to suck you.”
“Fuck, if you’re not gonna help then shut up.”

Frank didn’t need to see the grin on Gerard’s face to know it was there. “You don’t like my voice, Frankie?” he asked, while his thumb traveled over Frank’s length. “You don’t like it when I tell you all the things I want to do?”

Frank’s mouth betrayed him. “Yes,” he said, “yes, but fuck, Gerard, move that fucking hand.”
At that, Gerard’s hand again enveloped Frank, making him moan a bit too loudly at the regained contact.

“Uh, someone is in there.” Frank heard Ray say, “We should go.”
“Totally.” Mikey nodded.
“Hey, what if it’s your brother or Frank--” Ray smiled while he opened the door, “Or both?”
“Duuuude!” Mikey whined, and the rest of the sentence was lost in the sound of the door clicking shut.

Gerard grasped his hand tighter around Frank’s member, and the guitarist mixed his name and the word fuck in a breathy moan.

“Gerard,” Frank breathed, “Gee, I’m so—“

Frank’s words got lost in Gerard’s mouth, and he came hard after that with his lover still pumping him through his release and kissing him hungrily.

“What are you smiling at?” Frank asked a moment later.
“I was having a debate with myself.”
“Really? A philosophical debate after making me come like a horny teenager?”
“Kind of,” Gerard lifted his hand from inside Frank’s pants, “I was trying to decide what was yummier.”

Frank was going to roll his eyes at that statement, but when Gerard put his index finger in his mouth and licked, the only thing that Frank got out was a groan.

“Decided yet?” he asked, his voice cracking a bit.
“Uhm…” Gerard considered it before pushing Frank against the wall once more and kissing him. There was a mix of flavors in both men’s mouths that made Frank feel like he was going to grow hard again.

“The combination is perfect,” Gerard started.
“But…?”
The singer smiled, a mix of warmth and hunger in his voice, “It would taste better with a bit of chocolate.”

Then it was Frank’s turn to push Gerard against the other wall and kiss the life out of him.

*

“We should stop here and sleep in the bus, and when we wake up we could have crappy coffee from that place out there!” Mikey said, overly hyper not from caffeine, just being his playful self. “Come on, we haven’t done it in ages.”

“No way, punk.” Gerard said.
“You’re such a spoilsport, Gerard!” he protested. “You’re no fun!”

Frank then interrupted Mikey, “Actually, you’re brother is quite fun, Mikey.” He said, making Ray choke into the cup of coffee he was drinking and getting a confused look from the younger Way and a warm smile from the older.

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