Title: Hey Frank?
Author: myusedromancex
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Frankie/Gerard
Category: Smut, Slash
Description: Gerard notices something about Frankie and he out to prove it's true.
Dedication: KAYLEE! Cause she prints me nice pictures. *winknudgewink*
Disclaimer: I don't own them, don't sue.



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“Hey Frank?” I said, causing him to look up from his magazine.

“Hmmm?” He asked without really speaking at all.

“What kind of magazine are you looking at?” I asked, taking a glance at the cover and feeling a little odd.

“Umm… Teen People. Can’t ya read?” He mocked me, lifting up the magazine slightly so I could skim my eyes over the cover.

“No I mean what kind of magazine do you have tucked away in there?” He looked up at me with a strange expression, his slightly greenish eyes meeting mine.

“Umm. There is nothing tucked in it.” He said, playing innocent. But I knew he was lying. I kept my gaze on him until he broke. “How did you know!” He said with a frown, throwing some sort of man-on-man-action porn magazine at me and then throwing teen people to the floor.

The magazine was open to a random page where some guy with black hair was giving a blonde guy oral, and I closed it quickly feeling myself get aroused. “You do know that though…right?” He peered at me for a second, confusion lacing his features.

“What?” He asked awaiting an answer.

“Your eyes change color when your, you know, in the mood.” He stared at me blankly, making me feel stupid.

“Gee, are you implying that my eyes change color when I’m horny?” I nodded at his bluntness before speaking.

“Don’t ever call me that again.” He smirked a little, challenging me.

“Ok Gee.” I stared into his now normal brownish eyes before pouncing, but just missing him as he bolts out the bus door. I chase him after almost falling on my face and see him as he swings around to the other side of the bus.

He may be smaller but I have longer legs so I catch up with him rather quickly, pushing him onto the ground. He makes a grunting sound as I fall on top of him, straddling his tummy. His breathing was heavy, as was mine, and he blinked really hard before looking up at me. “Get off me.” He said sighing.

“Apologize for calling me that.” He shook his head.

“Never.” Instead of arguing I slid down his body so that I’m straddling his hips. He grabs me by the arm and tries to push me off.

“What’s the matter Frankie, not in the mood? I can fix that.” I mocked him, laughing and rocking against him. He looked away and I used that opportunity to move my face down by his neck. I licked a straight, lazy line up his neck to his cheek, smelling his axe body spray and dove shampoo on the way up.

I pulled away enough to see his face but still breathe on him, smiling as I watch his eyes slowly change from hazel in color to a more greenish shade. “Get off me.” He said again, this time a little more breathless.

“Certainly.” I said smugly, sliding off of him and standing up. I put my hand out to help him but he refused it, standing himself up.

“You’re so full of shit Gerard.” He spoke, wiping off his shirt like I was dirty or something.

“Wanna make a bet?” I spoke sarcastically but he took the bait.

“Sure.” He said cockily and flipped his hair out of his eyes.

“Ok. I bet sometime tonight I can turn you on and you will see that your eyes do change color.” He made a ‘pfffft’ sound and shook my hand, sealing the deal.

“Deal.” I say, smiling widely. I cannot wait until tonight!

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It’s five minutes until our set and Gerard still hasn’t tried to ‘turn me on.’ Maybe he has realized that that’s a bunch of bullshit and gave up. I grabbed my pansy guitar and pulled it over my head, the strap grasping my shoulder.

I held onto my guitar and thought for a moment, thinking back to when he knew I was reading that dirty magazine. Maybe they really do change color. Or maybe he just saw the inside before and wanted to make sure they weren’t putting things like that in magazines for 14 year old girls.

I shrugged it off and took my key to get my ass on stage. Strolling out to my microphone I made sure to give the crowd a little wave. Ray and Bob were already out and now we just needed Mikey and Gerard.

I stood there and waited as I saw Mikey appear from behind the stage and then Gerard made his way out a few seconds later. Ray and Bob started up with the music to I’m not okay and Mikey and me followed suit, strumming my guitar in time with everyone else.

“Well if you wanted honesty, that’s all you had to say.” Gerard’s voice boomed through the microphone and started off the show normally. About half way through the song though he kept sending his attention this way, monitoring me. “I’m not okaaaaaay. Well I’m not okay. I’m not o-fucking-k!”

Instead of flipping off the crowd he pointed his middle finger in my direction and winked. I wasn’t exactly sure I knew what that meant but I continued to play the song. Once it was done he grabbed his water bottle and drank some, also keeping some in his mouth.

He spits it up into the air, making it shower down onto him, making his shirt stick to him in some places. I kept my eyes on him and little bit longer before starting the next song. “I never, said I’d lie and wait for ever. If I died we’d be together.” He sang the lines softly before making his way over to me.

He continues the song before coming up behind me and reaching his hand over my shoulder and leaving it to rest on my chest. He rubbed his hand across me while making it look like an accident and made sure that in between sentences he would breathe on my neck.

I actually starting leaning towards him without noticing but when he pulled away I almost fell backwards. The night was going quick and he was on the third song already. “In the middle of a gunfight, in the center of a restaurant. They say, come with your arms raised high!”

Sometime throughout the song Gerard kept complete eye contact with me while grabbing himself and thrusting his crotch towards the audience. I almost moaned, which would have turned out pretty bad considering I’m standing beside a microphone.

I bit my lip, watching him move on stage and trying to concentrate on my guitar. I willed the set to be over soon because now I was going to fuck Gerard for what he’s doing, hard. We were down to the last song and he back behind me, rubbing his hand on my chest.

I pressed myself against him, moaning as he thrust himself against my ass. My cock was growing increasingly hard, but my guitar pressing against it was painful. He finished the song and left from behind me, making me stumble again. “Goodbye kids. Thanks for being a great bunch of fuckers! See you on the next tour!”

Gerard addressed the fans and they cheered us off. As everyone else carefully assembled their equipment I grabbed Gerard by the shirt collar, dragging him into our dressing room. I slammed the door and locked it before immediately pushing my mouth to his.

He moaned and fell back onto on of the couches in the room. I straddled his hips and made sure I pressed myself down onto his cock. “You fucking asshole.” I swore at him and he couldn’t form a sentence. “How could you do that to me on stage, that’s mean.”

I pouted, pushing myself down on him again. Even though the contact was only through our clothes, the friction made it well worth the effort. He smiled up at me before placing a hand on my chest. “Frankie…. Your eyes are green.” He said in a teasing voice before lifting my shirt over my head. I lifted up my arms to help him and he started unbuckling my belt.

“Get up for a sec.” He told me and I listened, standing up and watching him get up. “Come here.” He said motioning towards the chair in front of the mirror. I sat down on it and watched as he undid my pants and pulled them down my legs, followed shortly after by my boxers.

“What are you doin-.” The part came out as a squeak because he engulfed my whole cock in his mouth at once. My fingers automatically shot down into his hair as I held onto him, making sure he wouldn’t leave. “Ahhh. Shit. Gerard.” I moaned out letting my head go back. “Please.”

I begged him to speed up and he did. He was using his tongue to the fullest, swirling it across the tip and then around my whole length making me shudder with pleasure. He then spent a little time at the head, licking across the ridges and through the slit, collecting my pre-cum.

He moaned around me and the voice box vibrations were almost too much. “Fucking, mmmm Gerard. So good.” I felt him add one of his own fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as well as my cock. After he was done that he removed his finger from my mouth and I felt his one hand go to my hip, pulling me down the chair so only my lower back was even keeping me on the chair.

It was a little painful but I wasn’t going to complain as I felt his finger at my entrance, rubbing small circles before he pushed it into me. I choked out a moan as he added another finger, moving them together, in and out of me. “Shit…Ahhh….Gerard- please.” He moved my cock to the back of his throat, swallowing and using his throat muscles to increase pressure.

I moaned loudly as he pushed another finger into me, joining the other ones and making my eyes cross. He had his mouth on my cock and three fingers working smoothly in and out of me, I couldn’t imagine lasting much longer. He pulled off me for a second but kept his fingers going.

“Look in the mirror Frankie.” I did as he told, fearing he’d stop his actions. I studied myself, my facial expression one of pleasure and the bright green eyes staring back at me were in fact mine. I looked down at my reflection, watching Gerard suck me off and seeing his fingers disappear into my body.

I was about to tell him he was right about the eye color thing but before I could his fingers found my prostate, pressing hard against it and I came with a scream of his name. “Gerard. Oh fuck!” My cum collected in his mouth and he swallowed it all, remaining down there a bit longer even after I was done.

He moved up to my mouth and kissed me. “So I guess you were right.” I said wiping my sweaty hair out of my face.

“Guess I was.” He said getting up and washing his hands in the bathroom part of the room.

“So what do you want for winning the bet.” I said, sighing and praying it wasn’t something horrible.

“Hmmm.” He thought for a minute, stroking his chin. “Get your hair cut real short.” He said smiling.

“Cut my hair?!” I asked, shocked he would choose something that important to me, that’s right my hair is important to me.

“Yup.” He said nodding. “Cut it real short. Like buzz cut short.” I swallowed in a nervous sense and looked in the mirror, trying to picture myself with short hair.

“If you say so baby.” I said and he smiled happily. He nodded and turned to lead us out of the room but I grabbed his arm, pulling him into the room a little.

“What’s going on?” He asked as I started to unbuckle his belt.

“My eyes are green again.”