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Being ten years older than your punk boyfriend who lives of gigs and records from about, like, three bands, while you're a prestige cartoonist and a very very busy person is a interesting experience.
Gerard would have it no other way. He loves his boy, loves his songs, loves the bands and the selfies Frank sends him after shows, but when he comes home, that's a complete different person. He's not all that offline, he reads what people think about Leathermouth on twitter, the accounts that posts only Frank's pictures on stage, how people are thirsty for him.
There is a little jealousy there, specially because they aren't public yet. Sometimes he wonders why, like they have never talked about how one day Frank would get up on stage and say "I'm dating Gerard fucking Way!!", like Frank had never bought those big-ass fucking rings that everyone looks and thinks its a wedding ring.
And Gerard thought "No way, that's never going to happen" because he really never wanted to see the band play. Like, of course he wanted to see his boyfriend, but the insecurity those girls with their perfect bodies, amazing hairs and wild outfits would bring always scared the shit out of him.
He's way too shy for all of this overwhelming experience. Maybe he could ask Frank to go home right after the show without even showering so he could see his man just like all his fans saw, or maybe he could be honest and reply "no" to the text that just arrived.
Frankie.🖤
Baby, you free tonight right? you should come see us play! we'll be on the basement of that vinyl store we met and the show starts at 8 pm
I really want you there baby, please please pleeeeease
Oh god, this is terrible.
It is in fact his last night of the month that he can do absolutely nothing at all, he really wanted to stay with Frank in bed, eating junk food and cuddling, maybe fucking too.
No, Gerard will stand for himself, he will reply with a very polite and love full "no", make some popcorn and finally watch Lisa-
I'll be there, sweetheart. <3
Oh wow.
It's like his fingers were haunted. That's so weird, it's definitely not because Gerard really wanted to get all dolled up to see his man.
But no problem, nothing that a good cherry wine couldn't fix, right? That's why he pours it in his glass until is full.
Now it's about 6:19, and as he finishes his wine in a hurry, the vision of Frank all sweaty and messy breaks though his mind and it's too much. He lays on the couch wondering how he would taste in that state, how he'd smell, the way he would fuck Gerard so hard and treat him so mean, so fucking disrespectful and degrading.
Gerard passes his hand on his half hard cock, palming himself through his pants and moaning low. But then, he thinks, what if I get there and don't get close to the stage? Shit. There's no time for a little jerking off, specially knowing how long he takes to get ready.
After a long well deserved bath, Gerard is applying her creams and oils and everything that makes her smell like vanilla for at least ten hours in a stinky war zone. Up and down her leg and closer to the croch, making her blush. She has this thing, she loves being the most beautiful person in her workplace, the one that looks like she just arrived at the closing hours while everyone is looking like zombies, and she is a fucking master on it. However, today she will be fighting young adults and maybe some teenagers that probably look better than her without any effort or intention of looking good. So, well, she's scared and feeling very competitive.
She picks her princess hand mirror and applies a matte deep red lipstick, spreading the product perfectly on her pretty lips. Some eyeliner, a thick amount of mascara and she's ready, at least with the makeup.
For her outfit, she decided to go over Franks clothes and picked his smallest Leathermouth shirt, a garter belt to hold her stockings and a leather skirt that hugs her hips in the most sexy way ever. For the footwear, it's better to stay comfortable with kitten heels that she wears basically everyday.
She grabs her purse that has only a lube, her phone, cigarettes and chewing gum inside, looks at herself once again in the mirror and take a deep breath. She thinks about how she feels at work, with her little name tag saying "Mx. Way", how her coworkers fucking adore her and always mentions that she is the most beautiful woman in the building.
Feeling feminine, getting dolled up and calling herself in feminine pronouns definitely always helped her confidence. And, how bad could it be? She's richer and more important than those kids, right? Not only that, the fucking face of the band is her boyfriend.
"Go ahead, Mx. Way" she tells herself and goes to her car.
She try to focus on how fucking sexy she is, a big milf that has people head over heels for her, a lot of fans, a show on Netflix, enough money in the bank to buy the whole vinyl store. And it's 7:30 when she arrives, heart beating fast, she almost falls down when she closes the door.
Entering the store, it felt like all eyes were on her.
"Hello, dear." She approaches to the man behind the counter "Where is the basement?"
"Are you going to the show?" He crosses his arms
"Yes, I am."
"Where is your ticket?"
"You see, I am dating the vocalist."
"Oh, yes, and I am Clark Kent. Ticket or you're out."
She tries her best to explain, but it's not like Frank would answer her calls right now and there is no tickets available anymore. And a picture is not enough. While she's showing the ring on her finger, a true miracle - or not exactly - happens.
"Gee! Wow, you really came." She goes to him with open arms for a hug. "Frank will be so excited to see you! He told me to get up here and see if i could find you."
"Oh, Rob. Well, I would, but this very nice old man here won't let me get in without a ticket."
"What? No, no. Come with me, Frank is smoking more cigarettes than yesterday and we are getting a little concerned." He smiles sweetly, crossing one of his arms on hers
"Thank you so much, Rob, dear. I really need to see my baby."
"You know, he's very excited to have you here today. He can't stop talking about you for a second. Shall we?" They turn left and go down the dark staircase in front of them.
"I figured. I know this boy since Pencey Prep days, he was really upset when the band broke up and i never saw them play."
"Seems like he always loved you." He got in front of Gerard and picked her hand at the end of the stairs, what a gentleman.
"You think so? I thought he was a weird kid who couldn't stay still close to a older woman. But looking back, he was a little puppy getting all excited looking at his owner pick up the crackers for him."
"Now yes, you made a perfect analogy. Guy is a fucking dog."
"Shut up, Rob. I am the only one allowed to call him this way." She laughs
And he leads Gerard to the backstage, with a lot of looks on her tight mini skirt, some whispering about how these rockstars are crazy over groupies.
When they finally reach their destination, Frank nearly chokes on the smoke and gets up so fast it even looks like he jumped.
"Gee, baby! You're- Oh wow, you look great," He runs to hold his beloved girl.
"I think it's not enough for a rock show, but I did what I could."
"Are you kidding me? You're so fucking hot, the prettiest person on this basement" He gripped on her hips and pulled her for a deeply hot kiss. They didn't saw each other the whole day, they are always missing each other and that's what makes these moments so hot and loving as well for both of them.
Gerard moaned into his mouth and grabbed his hair, not giving a shit about who's looking at them, kissing with open mouths and gripping on their bodies so hard they might turn into one at any moment.
"I missed you so much, Frankie." The kiss finally broke, but still, they were obviously caressing and cooing each other.
"Oh, I missed you more, so much more, girlie have no idea." Frank gave kisses from her cheeks to her neck and then to her collarbones. "And i bought you a gift, baby" He reached for a plastic bag that was hidden between the pizza boxes from the table and handled to Gee. "I hope you like it."
She could see it even with the plastic bag, and with the thrill of finally getting her hands on a Aladdin Sane vinyl, she nearly ripped the plastic in front of Bowie's face and gasped a loud Oh my god! before hugging Frank so tight.
"Sweetie, I love it! I fucking love it! He will sleep with us from now on."
"Oh, I didn't knew we were having a threesome with Bowie," He chuckles as Gerard sighed at what he just said, but started laughing too "But I am glad you liked it, doll."
They shared eskimo kisses and just stayed pressing their bodies together, whispering I love you and all the reasons why they were in love for about five minutes. Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever. The band was about to get on stage and Frank had to let go of his baby, and that's when Gerard saw it, the headspace.
It looked like Frank pressed a "Leathermouth mode" and his face changed completely. Eyes darken, an expression she has never seen before, but she was savoring it while he was close.
Their last song was about to end, and Frank stopped singing. He started walking around in little circles on the stage, moving the microphone cable from his throat to the floor, got really close to the crowd and screamed:
"And for your information, you fucking creepazoids, I'm dating. I am dating Gerard Arthur Way." And wow, literal mic drop he did now. He screamed with that voice, Gerard isn't sure but she can remember something about fry screaming. She loves when Frank does that.
Gerard's face was priceless, eyes wide open just like her mouth did when he blowed her a kiss before saying his many thank yous, fuck yous and good night.
And damn, that was hot. The whole show he was so fucking different. He looked like a mean guy, the perfect one to spank her ass and fuck her hard enough to make her bleed. The way he spoke was amazing too, she never saw Frank say so many "fucks" in a row. And that was hot enough to make her cock throb on her little skirt.
"Oh, c'mere Frankie." She said softly as she walked towards him, hiding her bulge with her hands
"I'm all sweaty, doll. Let me shower first and then i'll give you proper attention."
"I don't think you get it, sweetheart. I need you. Right. Now." Now her hands were in her waist and Frank - that was almost normal and out of his headspace - bite his lip as his eyes went darker again.
"Oh," He approached her ears "You dirty slut. Got all turned on for me or is that for Rob?"
"W-What? Frankie, dear-"
"Gerard," He looked around and waited for the last people on the room to go away do something nicer than watching these two eating each other "Why did you come here that close to Rob, huh? Letting him stare at you just the way i do?"
"Frank, what the fuck? You are just seeing things that are not fucking there. What the-"
"I might be, i might. But you know you're mine, don't you? Should i cut my name on your chest so everyone knows that forever? Make you wear a collar with my name on it?"
"Oh, so you don't want me close to other man?"
"Nor other women. I know damn well you are attracted by both."
"Why should i behave, hmm? Why should i obey you Frank?"
"'Cause if you don't i will fucking rip the piercings on your nipples with my teeth, and i will ruin you for every single one out there. You are mine, do you understand that?"
For a second, Gerard's bratty instincts want to attack him just for the thrill of it all. But honestly? That's what he wanted to see, this man, the guy people would run away from.
Frank tried to be the "mean dom" and never actually did it right. Still, it was hot enough to make Gerard fuck him for the longest time they ever did.
And oh, the need to surrender and let him take control over her and do whatever he wanted, praise and spoil her man to the core.
"Yes, sir."
"Wrong."
"I'm sorry. Yes, daddy, i understand."
"You bitch," He slapped her face and grabbed her hair tight to make her face to face with him "I'm gonna fuck you so hard it should make it difficult for you to seat, maybe even walk around. Do you want that?"
"I- Yes, daddy."
"What were you saying?"
"I need that."
"Of course you do. You're nothing but a tight warm hole for me to fuck and fill whenever i feel like doing it. My sweet doll."
Gerard chuckled, that made not just her hard cock ache but made him happy. She been craving this treatment for ages. "I am, daddy, i am"
"Fuck, and you love it. I could treat you like a coffee table and you would fucking adore it."
"Oh, yes i would."
"Sweet baby. Now lay on your back for me, i wanna see your pretty face."
Obviously, she does what he tells her to. On the couch the band was resting on earlier, and Frank approaches slowly, analyzing her body and finally touching her by grabbing her feet and kissing it.
"Sometimes you're worthy of worshiping, doll," He lowers his kisses and slowly get down on his knees until he's licking Gerard's crotch. "And worthy of a good spanking. Sad thing, we can't do it now, but when we get home you're so fucked."
Frank lifted the skirt and smiled at the delight of seeing Gerard with absolutely no underwear, only his stokings and garter.
He quickly palmed himself before opening his jeans and freeing his hard leaking cock. Gerard pulled his man closer with his legs and almost moaned at the wicked grin he gave.
"Eager?"
"I've been waiting for this the whole day. I even touched myself a little at home and-"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, another thing you need to learn. This," He pointed to Gerard's cock and then to her whole body "Is all mine, and i don't like when others touch my things. But this time i won't get mad at you, it's a new rule."
"Yes, daddy." She bite her fingers do avoid her lips from saying Now can you please fuck me already
"Look at you. Fucking mess." He spitted on his own dick, spreading with his hand and jerking it off, making the head leak pre-cum and Gerard's mouth was watering at the sight. "Now, how bad do you want me?"
"A lot." It was hard to pronounce, she was so ready to take his cock and he just keeps teasing her.
"Not enough."
"Fr- I mean, daddy, i-" Oh god. She is too much of a brat for this torture. She just keeps mouthing something that she doesn't exactly know what it is. But, it might be the right time to a good old dirty talk. As if their whole conversation wasn't dirty enough. "I don't want you daddy, is- That's a need now. I'm having wet dreams where you're just like this bad guy and i can't help but touch myself when you leave me alone and moan your name out loud like a needy whore, because that's exactly what i am. Please, please, please, just fuck me already," She sobbed a little, wiping the tears falling from her eyes "Please. Please, i am begging you."
Frank's eyes were suddenly honey sweet. "I'm so proud of you, babydoll." And buried his cock inside of Gerard in no time, making her gasp and choke a loud moan, but smiling relieved to the stretching and familiar burning sensation. "That's my good doll."
"Oh my god, Frankie," Now she cried more like a baby, but those were happy tears of someone who's been touch starved for a while. And suddenly, her heart is filled with so much love she could die. "I love you. Agh, i love you so much."
"I love you more, princess." He leaned to clean her tears and kiss her pouting lips. Slowly lowering the kisses and lifting the black shirt to her lick and suck on her sensitive and always hard pierced nipples.
"Right there, ough..."
He fucked her tough. Tough, hard, the spit was drying and all the lubricant they had now was the pre-cum, but that wasn't a problem though. Gerard loves the pain and how Frank is gripping tight on his ass cheeks like he's stopping her from running away.
And he hits the spot just right, making her eyes go wide with every thrust.
"Fill me, daddy, please.."
"Oh, i will doll, i will. You're taking it so good even without prep, baby. I'm proud."
It doesn't take too long for him to cum first, so he pumps on her aching cock, licking and kissing with open mouth her lips, savoring it before she finally spills on his hand.
Back arched, not moaning - screaming Frank's name in the sweetest tone ever. Pulling him close and stopping the kiss so he could lay a little on her chest.
There was about three minutes of full silence and the only noise they could hear was from the crowd upstairs and their unstable breathing rhythm.
"So," Frank started, looking up at Gerard's sleepy eyes "I guess we should do it more often."
"Should i go touring with the band?"
"Fuck yeah. Sleep in my bunk and pray you're good enough to muffle your moans so you don't bother anyone."
"I'd love that."
"And i love you." He kissed her bare chest and smelled the sweet perfume she exhaled. "Let's go home?"
"I thought you would stay with them."
"No, doll. I have something more important to take care of."
"I love you, Frankie."
"I love you more, Gee."