Frank's POV

I awoke the next morning and noticed that I was alone in the bed. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, before noticing Gerard had stick a post it note to my forehead. Peeling it off, I read what it said.

Gone super-heroing. I could've woken you to come along, but you looked so cute all curled up in the bed so I decided to let you sleep.

XXX
Ninja Boy

After I read the note, I remembered that Mikey was sleeping over at Erica's house. This meant that I was in the apartment all alone. Gerard had this fucking awesome sound system in his bedroom, so I got up, still completely naked from the night before and walked over to it. I'd always wanted to try it out, but I didn't want to ask him in case he didn't feel like listening to music.

I went through his CD collection on the shelf beside the sound system and noticed he had Broadcast to the World by Zebrahead. I picked it up and popped it in the CD player. I pressed play and the first track of the CD, "Anthem" began to play. I couldn't help myself, I began dancing and singing to the song. It sounded so perfect on Gerard's sound system. I danced around the room, searching for a pair of Gerard's boxers to put on.

Once I'd found a pair, I continued dancing and singing to the song, before walking over to Gerard's mirror. I found his eyeliner pencil and began to outline my eyes in the stuff before continuing to swing my hips and sing to the song.

"Get up Get up!
Let the good times roll
Get up Get up!
Take my heart and my soul!
Get up! Get up!
Let the good times roll
One and on and on..

Feel like everybody else just needs to see through different eyes
From the outside looking i--" Fuck!

I had turned around and noticed Gerard standing in the doorway, leaning up against the door frame. He had an amused look on his face, his ninja mask in his hands and a smirk playing on his lips. I felt a sudden rush of warmth creep up my neck and explode out onto my face as I looked down, feeling embarrassed. Not only had I used Gerard's sound system without him asking, but I'd been caught fulfilling a guilty pleasure of mine, dancing and singing around the bedroom.

Gerard walked over and turned the sound down a little on the sound system. I was speechless. I mean, what the fuck? I'd just made a huge fool of myself in front of him.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked me, the smirk still playing on his lips as he walked over to me. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even look at him. Instead, I found the carpet pretty interesting to look at.

"I get it that you're embarrassed but there's no need to be. I found the whole thing arousing," he spoke. My eyes immediately flicked to his crotch and noticed an unmistakable tent in his pants. I felt my jaw drop as I heard Gerard chuckle. Suddenly I felt better about everything. I didn't feel so embarrassed anymore. Because if Gerard truly loved me, he wouldn't care that I liked to dance and sing around the bedroom in my boxers. I looked up at him and was immediately greeted with his lips.

As he pulled away from me grinning, I immediately put my arms around him.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"What? Why?" Gerard asked.

"Cause I got all embarrassed and momentarily thought you'd think I was a loser before dumping me," I explained. It was true. But it was obvious he wouldn't. He loved me no matter what.

"Frankie, you know that I love you no matter what. Remember how you told me that I could fuck rabbits if I wanted to and you'd still love me? Well the same applies for you Frank. You could have a fetish for boobs or double-sided dildos or even having sex in the middle of a paddock with cow shit all around us and I would still love you. And your dancing has done anything but deter me from loving you. You were so cute and sexy just now that if we didn't have work in less than an hour, I'd sex you up," he told me. And don't forget, it's only a couple of days till you move in, and when you do, there had better be more sexy dancing because I like the feeling I get in my pants when I see it," he spoke. It was my turn to smirk. Gerard bit his lip. I don't know whether it was to bite back a moan, or the fact that his pants just grew a little more, but whatever the case, it motivated me to keep on smirking.

The front door slammed and we heard footsteps bouncing up and down the hall. Someone certainly had a spring in their step.

"Hey! I'm taking a shower. Hope you both don't plan on taking one," Mikey's voice sounded at Gerard's bedroom door. Gerard turned around with his boner in full view only for Mikey to see it immediately. Don't ask me why Mikey was staring at his brother's crotch to begin with.

"Ouch Gerard. That looks so fucking painful. Obviously you didn't get as lucky as I did last night. We did it three times. It was amazing. Erica is so good in bed. And you know what? I think I love her," Mikey spoke. From where I was standing, I couldn't see Gerard's face. But he wasn't saying anything. If he was thinking something similar to what I was thinking, he would've been wondering why exactly Mikey was telling us this.

"Oh my god. Talk about boner-killer! I am the champion," Mikey began to sing, walking out of the room, changing the words slightly to the famous Queen song. Gerard turned back around, his boner now vanished. He pecked my lips.

"We'd better get ready for work," he spoke, sighing as he pulled his shirt off. I stood back and watched him undress. It never got old. He looked even more amazing every time.

Date: 2015-02-28; view: 581