Trigger warning: smut and very brief mention of scars.

"stop squirming." Gerard criticised as he ran the Sharpie over my arm.

"It tickles." I huffed, blowing my fringe out of my eyes. I watched Gerard's hands as he carefully sketched out the design on my left arm.

"You said you wanted Mary crying blood so stop complaining." He said as he whacked me in the nose with the pen, he had a point but no one can stop me being a bitch.

His raven hair fell over his eyes and I reached out to brush it out of his face, he grinned up at me momentarily making me blush before he returned to his work.

Five minutes later I was snapped out of a random daydream by the feeling of Gerard blowing the ink dry, he lifted his head up from where he'd been invested for the last half hour, "done." he said and I examined the sketch on my arm.

"Oh my god she's so rad," I grinned, "dude she's so sick."

I stood up and stretched my legs that had been pinned under me while Gerard drew on me, I walked over to where he was stood by my desk. He booped me on the nose.

"Hi." I said quietly. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned his chin on my shoulder, his warm breath hit my ear, making me shiver. I  put my arms around My Vampire, my hand resting gently on his lower back.

I breathed in heavily, a warm fuzz seemed to settle over my brain as I relaxed against Gerard.

We pulled apart. Gerard's warm hazel eyes scanned my face, his brow furrowed ever so slightly.

He jerked his head to the side, making his dark hair fall in his face again. I brushed it behind his ear, my hand stayed in place at the side of his face.

Our eyes met again and time seemed to slow down, all background noise seemed fuzzy. Our lips collided suddenly, all common sense seemed to fly from my brain as our lips moved in sync. Gerard's hands moved, one traveled to my lower back, the other moved to the back of my neck. We broke apart, "want you so fucking bad." Gerard half moaned into my ear.

"Are you sure?" I questioned. He looked into my eyes and nodded. I pushed him up against the wall and resumed our impromptu make out session.

I brought my lips down to his neck and began sucking a hickey below his ear, he let out a breathy whine as I lifted off, I examined the red, turning purple, mark on his neck, the colours replicating ink that spread out under his skin. He moaned breathily as I applied pressure to the mark using my thumb.

I reattached myself to his lips and began guiding him towards my bed, he gently fell down onto the comforter.

I straddled his hips hastily before I took a moment to appreciate the sight held before me, his lips were swollen slightly, glinting with saliva, his pupils were wide as his hazel eyes appeared to scan my face. His chest moved rapidly with his rapid intake and outtake of breath, his black hoodie wrapped around his frame like a prison blocking my view from his body.

He brushed his thumb over my swollen bottom lip and pulled me back to his lips down by the back of my head. Our moans mixed in the heavy air as our lips fought ferociously and our hips ground together desperately.

I pulled off after a few moments and tried to regain the ability to think straight. I felt Gerard buck his hips up onto my own, a small whine leaving his bruised lips. I pulled off my shirt quickly before running my hand over the zipper on his jeans. "Can I take these off?" I questioned, surprising myself with the tone of my voice. He nodded desperately, his pale hands grasping at the dark sheets.

I worked his belt undone and allowed him to lift his hips so I could pull off his black jeans, I threw them to the side and worked off my own pants. I turned back to the bed wear Gerard was pulling off his shirt. I tried not to show the sadness that fell across my face as he revealed the pale scars that zigzagged across his torso and arms.

I replaced myself back in his hips, feeling his bulge press against my own hard cock. I leant down, my lips grazing the shell of his ear, "you're so fucking beautiful." I whispered. I licked a stripe up his neck, the slight sting of sweat collected on my tongue.

I lowered myself down so my head was nearer his dick, I mouthed at the bulge in his underwear, he bucked his hips up slightly, breathy moans filling the room, the air heavy and hot.

"Can I take these off?" I asked, toying with the waistband of his black boxers with my fingertips.

He nodded at me, his cheeks flushed with red. I pulled his underwear over his pale hips, his hipbones protruding slightly, I tugged his underwear off the rest of the way before removing my own. I planted a kiss to his pelvis, just beside the soft trial of hair leading down to his hard, aching cock.

I licked a stripe on the underside of his dick, "is this okay?" I questioned, looking up at him, his black hair splayed out beautifully on the dark pillow, his chest moved up and down rapidly as his eyes projected something only describable as pure bliss. He nodded vigorously in response to my question and threaded his hands through my own hair.

I gave his cock two quick strokes, rubbing my thumb over the slit, I heard him moan in response before reaching over to grab lube and condoms from my bedside drawer.

I returned to my place on the bed and popped open the cap on the lube, proceeding to cover three of my fingers with a generous amount of the slippery substance. I brushed my hand gently against his slanted hip bone.

I brushed my index finger against his hole and felt him clench at the touch, he released a breathy moan into the air making me smirk slightly. I pushed a finger into him, he batted eyes quickly out of discomfort.

I stretched him as much as I could with one finger before I added another one slowly, his face scrunched up slightly as I rubbed small circles on his small hips with my free hand. I stretched him with both fingers, occasionally massaging his prostate just to see his face relax with pleasure. I continued stretching him with all three fingers before I deemed him suitably stretched and withdrew them.

I tore open the the silver foil that contained the condom and rolled it on my neglected cock, a moan leaving my lips at the sensation. I spread more lube over my dick and lined myself up with Gerard's hole. I gazed over the boy spread out before me, one of his hand coming up to thread through my hair.

I leant down and planted a soft kiss on his lips as I pushed inside him. He let out a disheveled moan as I bottomed out and pushed the back of my hair down so my lips met his. We kissed viciously as I began slowly thrusting into the quivering boy beneath me.

Both our moans grew louder, intertwining in the moist air as my thrusts grew deeper and faster. Rows of hot stings travelled down my back as Gerard subconsciously raked the nails of his free hand across my hot skin, the other hand stayed firmly planted in my black hair, tugging slightly.

I bowed my head slightly, my warm breath falling just below Gerard's jawlind. Pleasure shot through me as the sweet sounds the older boy was making my their way to my ears, breaking through the lust-filled mist that had settled over my brain.

Gerard's moans became needier as I wrapped my hand around his heavily leaking cock, I jerked him off quickly in time with my thrusts, occasionally running my thumb over the slit, enjoying the way he squirmed underneath me. His nails dug harder into my back while his other hand pulled sharply on my hair. "Oh fuck, Frankie-" he moaned loudly as he released into my hand. His words clouded my brain as I cried his name out lowly.

The tight heat that had settled in my lower abdomen as my thrusts became sloppier and my breathing more ragged. My inhibitions dropped slightly as pleasure racked through my body, I tightly gripped the bedsheets where my hand was firmly planted. I came sharply as I moaned into Gerard's neck, the boy in question whining from overstimulation. I stilled for a moment before pulling out and chucking the condom into the trash.

I laid down beside my best friend who lazily draped an arm around my middle, the soft weight across my stomach calming me. My Vampire's eyes were half closed, his mouth open slightly. I smiled gently at the sight before placing a kiss on his slightly sweaty forehead and brushing his black hair out of his eyes.

My eyes roved over the ceiling as the realisation hit me: I'd just fucked my best friend. My supposedly straight best friend... I'd fucked up.

A/N: I am very much beginning to regret writing this in first person.

Anywhore, please accept this absolute disgraceful attempt at smut. It took forever. Here's to the many, many, online English lessons I spent writing this.

And if you're wondering why Gerard didn't tic at all in this chapter, no, he isn't magically cured by Frank's homo love or whatever, at the beginning he was drawing and general is someone with tics is doing something they either really enjoy or are very focussed on they either tic less or not at all, I personally don't much when I play guitar or do art. Also people with tics generally don't tic during sex cuz pleasure and shit. I asked a couple of people on Reddit and they said they only tic if the sex is bad so take that as you will.

Anyways this is getting really long so how are y'all's doing?

Bai Bai duckiez 🌚