I must warn you this chapter contains graphic sexual content! You've been warned! So, another chapter in the space of an HOUR! WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY!
Chapter 10 – Trying Something New
My first hunt was nice. There was a blonde girl in a park somewhere, who I pretended to seduce in order to drink from her. Her blood tasted sweet, with that iron-taste in it too. I didn't kill her, of course; Gerard told me when to stop.
The first few weeks were fine. My Dad ended up being sentenced to three months in prison. For me, three months wasn't long enough. But I got over what happened with the help of Gerard, Mikey and Jordan. It had been six weeks since the change, and I decided I wanted to try something new.
Gerard and I were lying on his bed one night after a feed. I had my head on his chest, and I could hear him humming a tune I didn't recognise.
"What are you signing, Gee?" I asked.
"Just a song I heard on the radio. I think it's called 'Fix You' by Coldplay. It just reminded me of us," he smiled, stroking my nags out of my face.
I turned over so I was resting on my elbow and looking at Gerard. Fuck, he looked good enough to eat…
"That's sweet, Gerard." I crawled up the bed slightly so I was level with his face. He looked at me with bewilderment clear on his features. I decided it was now or never. I leaned down and kissed him passionately, much to his surprise. I raised a hand which I placed on his neck, anchoring myself to him. He had no objections, and began slowly running his tongue along my bottom lip. His hand grazed my hip bone and sent shivers up my spine.
I wanted him to understand that I wanted more than just to make out with him, so I began tugging on his shirt. He soon understood, and broke the kiss.
"Frankie, are you sure?" I only nodded in response before plunging my lips back down onto his in a frenzy. I tugged on his shirt again and he took it off, unveiling his perfectly toned, white-as-marble chest. I stared in awe for a few moments, before he snapped me out of my trance. "Frankie, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, it's just…You're so beautiful. You look like you've been photoshopped!" he giggled at my idiocy before sitting up and joining his lips onto mine. It wasn't long before he had pulled my shirt off too, exposing my far from perfect, skinny torso.. I let him kiss down my neck until he reached my sweet spot on my collarbone, before I lay down on my back. He then proceeded to kiss down my chest, leaving wet spots in a trail on my skin.
He stopped when he reached the waistband of my jeans, before looking up at me for approval. I nodded, and he proceeded to unbuckle my belt and pull off my skinny jeans.
I won't lie; I felt quite vulnerable in just my boxers, with a very visible bulge beginning to form.
Before he did anything else, he removed his own skinny jeans. His physique was far sexier than mine. I felt quite inadequate next to him, and seeing him like this was making my erection throb.
"Geeeeeeee! It hurts…" I moaned. He smirked and crawled on top of me, straddling my hips. He began rocking backwards and forwards, both our groins wrestling behind fabric. I had to repress the moans that were forming in my throat. I want him to moan first.
And moan he did.
"Mmm, Frankie!" he growled. He looked down and saw the expression of pure pleasure on my face. He pulled himself off me, and I whimpered in protest.
"Top or bottom, baby?" he winked.
"Er…Bottom?" I was unsure at first of what he meant, but I got it pretty quickly…
He reached over to his chest of drawers and got a bottle of lube out of the top drawer. He then kissed me quickly, before taking off my boxers, then his won.
"This'll hurt a bit at first, but it'll get better, I promise! He stroked my cheek before opening the tub of lube and smothering his erection and two fingers with it.
He started with the fingers, just was preparation. He was right; it did hurt at first, but I just grit my teeth and dealt with it.
"Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded, and he positioned himself at my entrance, and pushed into me. I gasped in pain as he stretched me. What? It hurts, okay?
He started with little, slow thrusts. His moans made me want more, though.
"Gerard…I want more!" I whined. Without another word, he obliged. He began to go deeper, trying different angles to find my sweet spot. And when he did, fuck it was good!
"Shit, Gerard!" I squealed.
"Right there?" he asked, knowingly.
"Yeah, right there…" He thrust into my spot again and again, making me cry out his name, which only encouraged him.
"Shit, Gee I'm gonna…"
"No! Not yet!" he objected, just before he came. He rode out his orgasm, not wanted to disappoint me. He didn't. I came onto my stomach soon after, crying out his name as I did so.
Gerard collapsed on me, and we lay there, a hot, sticky mess. I snuggled into his side and soon fell asleep, feeling nothing but bliss.