Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance.
Disclaimer: Not true, didn't happen.
In the perfect world, he'd be mine.
We'd start off our night by having an overly cliched romantic dinner. Decked out with the candles and roses and all. We'd have some kind of cliche red wine, the expensive kind. We'd eat, then get a little bit tipsy off of a nice expensive rum (on top of the red wine), served in a glass flask with little glass cups only quarter of the way full.
We'd make out on the couch, just like all the couples want to do. Just lay there, smaller on top of bigger, or in my case, me on top of him (me being shorter), just kissing for at least an hour. Hands roaming over bodies, thinning through hair, all the good stuff.
Then, we'd move onto the bedroom, but of course, we'd be making out all the way up over the stairs. Somewhere along the line, I'd loose my top, and my jeans would come undone, magically. Gerard would loose his top, too, and then he'd gain a tongue-trail down his chest.
We'd get to the bedroom in ample time, giving us extra intimate moments for grabs. First, he'd kiss my nose, and then he'd carefully peck my alcohol tainted lips, then he'd lick down my chest and bite at my nipples. I'd love that.
Of course, in no time, he'd be pushing my undone jeans down over my legs, but he wouldn't be bothered to get them all the way down. I wouldn't have underwear on, because I'd obviously know what we would have been up to after our little cliche date, so he'd be able to get to my dick right away.
His blow job would be amazing, because of course, he'd be perfect at it, despite his lack of experience, because my Gee wouldn't be a whore. He'd know exactly where to lick and nip, and he'd know exactly when to take my cock right down his throat and bob his head. He'd know exactly when to stop, too, because he'd know when I was about to come. Yeah, Gerard would be that good.
After he'd bring me to the peak of an orgasm, we'd stop for a few moments, but only long enough for me to be able to regain enough energy to last for a fuck, maybe even two if we get excited enough. Of course, we'd be able to handle two fucks in a row, cause no way would we ever get tired, and our cocks would be able to get hard again, just like that.
When we'd fuck, we wouldn't need to use protection, neither of us would have to worry about STDs or anything like that. I wouldn't need preparation, either, cause I'd be used to getting fucked anally, obviously.
It wouldn't take long for Gerard to find my sweet spot, because we'd know each other that well, and when it was finally that moment for us to reach our orgasms, we'd reach them at the same time, and we'd shake together, and it would be the best feeling ever, because yeah, we'd be that good together.
In a perfect world, we'd get off of the unmade bed and go in the shower, we'd do it all again.
But hey, this 'ain't no perfect world, darlin'.
