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Right now, Frank Iero is the living embodiment of despair. He’s forty, for god’s sake, so he had his share of experience. But there he was, blushing like a schoolboy who just first saw his crush in a revealing outfit. It isn’t exactly what Gerard is wearing though, considering all the dress did was display his legs that he shaved beforehand .
No, it was probably about the fact that it was Gerard, his Gerard , the one who would always be up for wearing all kinds of skirts: short ones, long, plain or bright — but only when they were alone together, in a bedroom, all hot and bothered. To put on a goddamn cheerleader dress and go on stage like this in front of thousands of people was so out of Gerard’s character, that Frank would’ve sworn he was on the verge of losing his freaking mind the second he saw him, with his bare thighs peeking out of a green skirt.
And Gerard must be kidding him, right? He waited till they were the only ones left in the dressing room, and is now staring at Frank like a pleased cat. The latter is standing by a table, where a full cup of tea was left all forgotten, and seems like he almost shrinked in size. Frank straight up feels like he was stripped of every brain function — control, energy, and the ability to think straight and make decisions. He just wants to jump Gerard, who is looking all smug and pleased with himself.
“I saw the way you were looking at me the whole concert,” Gerard grins. He fixes his damn dress, which color reminds Frank of summer grass. It lifts up, and now he can see his smoothly shaved thighs. As if Frank wasn’t about to lose his mind because of all this. His legs were surely about to fail him.
Frank swallows nervously.
“Well, of course, you are wearing a dress. How else was I supposed to look at you? Or you wanna tell me you pull off such stunts often?”
“But it’s not the first time you see me like this,” Gerard leans against the dressing table, sitting on its edge. It swayed a bit, and Frank thinks that if someone was to open the door now, it would be his huge personal defeat. His heart would sink to the damn Mariana Trench bottom.
Gerard opens his legs a bit, putting his hand on a thigh and slightly stroking it. It’s like he’s teasing Frank, like he still can take more of what’s been happening. Like his arousal wasn’t plain obvious even two hours ago.
“You rushed off the stage so fast,” Gerard chuckles, still playing with his skirt and basking in Frank’s gaze, which he tries to hide.
“My shoulder started to hurt,” It isn’t a complete lie, but mostly he fled the stage so abruptly because he couldn’t stand to be so close to him anymore, unable to do anything with it. Gerard reminded him of a beast… In a cheerleader dress.
Frank bites his lip and then makes a couple of steps forward. He stops in front of Gerard and puts his hands on the table, trapping him. He takes a close look into his eyes and sees sneaky dancing sparkles in them. Frank thinks that they are about to jump out and engulf him whole, turn him inside out. It was an excruciating wait, which felt both like heaven and hell. They hadn’t seen each other in so long, and after that, couldn’t even sneak an occasional touch, aside from ambiguous gestures and looks on stage. And now he’s wearing a dress, a fucking cheerleader dress. With the intention to finish Frank off, probably.
“I love your eyes so much,” Gerard whispers and throws his head back, feeling rough hands get under the dress and stroke his thighs so gently. Only then Frank grabs them too, a bit forcefully, and it gives him such a sweet sting.
“Stop it,” Iero smiles wryly. “Something tells me my eyes aren’t the most stunning thing today, at least in this room.”
“They are for me,” Gerard’s face looks a bit offended. “Always were.”
“You’re crazy.” He gives Gerard’s thigh a slap, and he exhales sharply, letting out a short moan. “Remember that time we were shooting a video, when I told you you’d look good in a cheerleader dress?”
“You think it was all my idea?” He winks and, to his pleasure, notices a glimpse of surprise in Frank’s eyes. “Your wet fantasies about me usually result in the best looks I come up with.”
“No, you’re fucked up,” Frank mutters and grabs him by his neck, pulling him closer, and captures his lips in a fevered kiss. He missed the sweet taste, which he couldn’t afford to feel for so, so long.
At times he hated Gerard, but only because this strong and passionate feeling Frank had for him was so deep, it went to the other extreme. All the love and affection he feels for this man (who hasn’t even changed with age, but became even more of a genius) doesn’t quite fit inside Frank’s heart. And sometimes it bursts with them, unable to contain this passion anymore, causing him pain and leaving nasty scars. But when the wounds heal, his head would get dizzy with feelings again, and they make his heart beat like a drum. It’s so overwhelming it made him go crazy. Yet, it was a kind of sweet madness.
Moving away a bit, Frank pulls Gerard’s legs apart even more. He keeps touching the smooth bare skin there, gripping the softest spots, which leaves red marks on them. Iero looks into his eyes, admiring the small wrinkles around them and gray sideburns. Frank was always madly in love with G, one could say even more, but now… After all these years that left their marks on the way they looked, after all they saw and had together, it was that kind of love. The one that long made its home inside their hearts, genuine, and warm, like October nights spent beside a fireplace.
“You know, I’ve lost my doubts so long ago,” Gerard murmurs. Sometimes Frank feels like he is reading his thoughts. “In you, myself, both of us. I was so dumb to deny my feelings for you, it was so ridiculous.”
“I would’ve waited an eternity for you,” Frank smiles and closes his eyes. He feels long fingers on his face, caressing it.
“I know. I’m sorry I used it to my advantage.”
Frank ignores it and kisses him again instead. He moves even nearer, pressing Gerard into the table, crumpling up his skirt. Frank’s fingertips feel the fabric of his boxers. God, he’s so starved. How long he’s sneaking peeks at Gerard while they were on stage. How he had to keep himself under control the whole time, afraid to get even a foot closer to him.
Taking Gerard’s silky-smooth thighs into his hands, Frank kneels in front of him, but keeps looking into his eyes.
“You shaved your legs,” Frank gives a disapproving scoff. “Your skin is so soft, but I like your hair, especially on your thighs.”
“I just wanted to make you wanna touch them,” Gerard exhales sharply, when he sees (and feels) the tattooed fingers squeezing the inside of his legs. “And I… I love the way you play with them with your tongue, but you whined that they kept stucking in your mouth so often...”
“Fuck, I was kidding!” Frank protests, slapping Gerard’s naked thigh, which he gently stroked not even a second ago. “I don’t care about them. I swear I love each and every hair of yours.”
“Okay,” Gerard smiles gently and burrows his hand into Frank’s hair. “Now stop torturing me, your filthy touches don’t help much.”
Frank smiles at that and moves his hands under the skirt of the dress. He grasps the elastic band of Gerard’s underwear and pulls it down to his ankles, making him step out of it. After that Frank throws the boxers somewhere aside.
He licks his lips, before getting his head under the dress and kissing the bottom of Gerard’s stomach. His breath left a burning sensation on Gerard’s skin, and Frank relishes the closeness and the familiar smell. Though he might haven’t felt it in a long time, he still remembers it well.
Frank slides his hands down Gerard’s legs and finally rests them on his calves. Frank’s lips are now on his cock, and he licks it with gusto, and… Gerard just can’t take it anymore. He lifts his dress up, baring his tummy, to get a better look at Frank touching and teasing him, sending him into a full-blown frenzy.
It’s probably his favorite thing on Earth. Even better than a spontaneous watch of Star Wars back in ‘94, when Gerard was lying in front of the TV, thinking it was the best day of his life. Little did he know that only a few years later he would meet the person that would make him forget about all of those “best day ever”s he had before, and with whom he would spend a plethora of amazing days. Well, and some of those were like that thanks to Frank’s lovely mouth, that Gerard considered as a legit murder weapon. Okay, maybe that was a bit strong, but at least it made him submit all of his will to its owner.
“Take off your top,” Gerard gasps and grabs ahold of Frank’s hair.
Frank comes out of his trance sucking Gerard off got him into and stops. He takes a long look at Way and takes off his cardigan, baring his tattooed arms. Panting, Frank quickly pulls off his shirt and winces a little.
“Did it hurt?” There is discernible concern in Gerard’s voice.
“It’s nothing, just my arm,” He warms up his hand a bit and is about to get straight to the business, when Gerard suddenly touches his forearm and runs his fingers down it.
“Come here,” Frank hears his whisper and gets up on his feet. He takes hold of Gerard’s dick, stroking him, while he pets his thigh with the other hand.
“You feel so warm.” Gerard pinches his nipples, and that leaves Frank totally breathless. He leans his forehead against Gerard’s, kisses his lips and opens them up with his tongue, licking his own taste off them.
Gerard fondles Frank’s body, craving to feel each part of it and every inch of his warm skin, decorated with pictures that’s always fascinated him. He touches Frank’s soft stomach, slightly squeezing it, and unzips his pants. For a moment, it makes Frank pull away in surprise, but then he leans in again, continuing to kiss the other eagerly.
“I need you closer,” Gerard breathes. With that, Frank moves, removing the hand from Gerard’s dick and grabbing his hair. He melts into the kiss, which feels like finding an oasis in an endless desert.
Way smiles into Frank’s lips and takes both of their dicks into his hand, making him go insane with touches and the direct contact of sensitive skin. They are so close, Frank thought. He makes a quiet sob and nestles his head against Gerard’s chest, grabbing his thighs closer to their top and pressing his fingers into the skin. He leaves a wet kiss on Gee’s neck, marking the thin skin of his Adam’s apple. And then the dam has broken, and he can’t resist leaving faint hickeys all over.
Feeling his legs going numb, Frank shivers and falls into Gerard’s embrace. He comes and quickly realizes the dress is totally ruined and in desperate need of a wash. Gerard’s orgasm washes over him soon after. He pulls Frank into a passionate kiss, stroking his chest and once again admiring the pleasant combination of the soft body and tight muscles he has.
“So good,” Frank smiles and moves away from his neck. He puts his arms around Gerard’s fleshy waist and looks at him with his sleepy, yet happy eyes. “Next time, we need to do this in bed.”
“Will you try this dress on?” Gerard smirks, still recovering his breath. “Or, maybe, you can put on something more… transparent? So everyone could see your tattoos.”
“I’m in. By the way, you do know I want you to fuck me while I’m wearing it?”
“I wouldn’t do it any other way, I’m afraid,” Gerard laughs. “Otherwise, I will have to use all of my willpower to resist it, but it would make me very upset.”
“Aww!” Frank makes a face that could almost be called cute. “Do you know I love you?”
“I had my suspicions,” Gerard softly runs his hand around Frank’s waist, hugs him and presses him closer. It seems like if he wasn’t holding Frank in his arms, his exhausted body would collapse to the floor. “I love you too, Frankie. And I also love to match your fantasies, especially when you look at me like that .”
Frank smiles and puts his hand on Gerard’s chest. He feels his heart pounding like a hammer, and can barely believe it was him who got this man like that.
They smile and look at each other for a few moments, and then lean forward, almost in sync, to share another kiss. It makes them feel the echo of all the feelings they ever had for one another: the excitement of the first time they met, bitter resentment, that brought them both pain, captivating happiness, absolutely maddening ecstasy, and the biggest love that ever existed on this small planet. After so many years they are still here, together, and their hearts beat for each other. Well, it was worth visiting this place for at least one life.