I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

“Frankie, you listening?” Gerard hailed softly, having felt like he was speaking to himself when his lover didn’t answer. Snooping over the kitchen counter into the dining area, he examined Frank sitting at the table with his hands tightly clasp together and his vacant eyes on the table. Something was clearly wrong with him. Hell, something has been wrong with him for the past week. Gerard didn’t know what it was, because these moods were always so short-lived. Frank would either jolt himself out of it and be his old self again, or refute it when he was called out on it. Depositing his hands on the counter, he leaned forward and called out louder than before. “Frankie!”

“Huh?” Frank said, shaking himself out of his private vexed thoughts. He turned his head to glance Gerard’s way, raising a brow. “Sorry, what were you saying? Is naptime over yet?”

“No, naptime isn’t over.” Gerard answered, his eyes hard as he rounded the corner from where he was preparing dinner early. Discarding his apron, he pitched it over his shoulders and onto the counter, then paused behind one of the dining chairs, his forearms resting on it. “Where were you just now?”

“Just now?” Frank echoed, resolving to play dumb as he flashed his lover an angelic smile. “What do you mean? I was right here, Gee.”

“No, I mean in your head.” Gerard clarified, tapping a finger to his head. “You weren’t here a second ago. Is there something on your mind?”

Frank shook his head, not even considering wrangling on what was on his mind. He wasn’t about to tell Gerard about the third letter he collected in their mailbox this week from who he surmised were the Killjoys. Everyday he was withdrawing another black envelope with letters cut out from magazines and newspapers glued to a construction paper spelling out a threat to his family. The messages were becoming more and more malicious with each passing day. He maintained to himself that not only was he the ONLY one allowed to get the mail from now on, but that he wouldn’t spout a word of this to Gerard who might...lord knows what the man would do if he found out. “No, can’t say there is.”

Not believing him, Gerard arched a skeptical brow. “Nothing at all?”

“No, baby.” Frank replied, forcing a giggle as he rose from the kitchen table and circled it to stand by his side. Not tearing his eyes from his, he swathed both arms around Gerard’s waist and rested his chin against his arm. “I’m just fine, okay? If anything it’s probably the lack of sleep from last night that’s got me looking off today.”

Gerard smirked down at him. “Lack of sleep makes you spacey? Since when?”

“Man, you better stop!” Frank threatened him with a smile before his hand came down to swat him on the butt. If there was one thing that sidetracked Gerard beyond all else...it was sex. Flipping the dark fringe from his face, Frank gave him an enticing smile. “How about instead of trying to interrogate answers out of me like you’re the damn cops, you put my mouth to better use instead like...oh, I don’t know, sheathing them around your dick?”

Gerard nearly choked on his own saliva at Frank’s audacity. Swallowing hard, his light brown eyes increased in size with fascination of this young man as he licked his lips. “Right now?”

“You’re only wasting time.” Frank reminded him, nodding towards the ceiling where their little ones were napping upstairs.

“Fuck.” Gerard cursed, knowing he was right. Turning around to face him, his hands swooped down to undo his own pants.

Grinning up with excitement, Frank joined in wrenching down Gerard’s pants and briefs to his ankles to reveal what had hardened in only the last few seconds of their conversation. Moaning, Frank ran his hands over Gerard’s pale thighs and then around him to squeeze his buttocks. “Mmm, baby, you sure do like to spoil me. Now, sit down and watch me take you to heaven.”

Gerard complied, sex being the most subservient he’s ever been in his life. Tugging out the same dining chair he had stood behind, he set it behind him before taking a seat. His light brown eyes locked on Frank as he descended to his knees before his open legs. “You really need to stop talking like that, baby.”

“How come?” Frank teased, feigning naivety. Stroking his hands up and down the top of Gerard’s thighs, he appeared to be contemplating. “Is it because it makes you wanna cum in my face?”

Letting out a tormented moan, Gerard’s brow furrowed. “God, how do you know that?”

“You might have threatened it once or twice during sex.” Frank divulged with a wink, both hands slithering upwards to his groin. One cupped his ball sack while the other curled around his shaft, feeling the steel-like hardness of his erection. “But I can’t help it, Gee. I’ve never been in love with anything as much as your dick.”

“J-Just my dick?” Gerard chuckled, lazily leaning his head back and closing his eyes in preparation of what was to come. Both hands descended down to dunk into the young man’s dark mohawk.

“And maybe you.” Frank shrugged with a wicked smile before parting his lips to suck the tip of his cock into his mouth, moaning at the limited taste of him. At first he was just doing this to deter Gerard, but now he was determined to go through with his favorite thing to do with his mouth. Once upon a time, eating was his favorite thing to do with his mouth. It’s crazy how things have changed since then.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Gerard became taut, his fingers towed on Frank’s hair so he’d take more of him in. “Frankie…”

Moaning in response back, Frank pumped Gerard slowly with his hand as he took his time reducing his mouth down his astounding length. Intimately, they’d been so swamped with having sex any ten minute chance they could, but oral sex wasn’t usually involved. Probably because Frank was always craving like a whore to be filled to completion...and also because he wanted Gerard to get used to wearing condoms. Feeling himself grow hard in his own pants, Frank extracted the hand that was massaging Gerard’s balls to grope himself through his jeans as he began to deep throat his baby daddy.

“FUCK, FRANKIE!” Gerard cried out, throwing his head back even further to flaunt his pale neck, his hands now fisting Frank’s hair wishing he could thrust into his mouth.

As if reading his mind, Frank meticulously dispensed Gerard’s cock back out of his mouth to gaze up at him through his dark fringe with pink swollen lips. “Fuck my mouth, Gee. We don’t have much time left.”

Gaping down at him through heavy lids, Gerard gave him a firm nod before sterring Frank’s head back down to his dick. He waited until he was all the way down his throat before he began soaring his hips to prompt his cock in and out of Frank’s mouth. The moans overflowing from his lips couldn't be ceased as he made love to his lover’s throat, feeling the young man’s hands clutch his behind and support him onward. He spurred the pace more and more at a time until he could feel his climax coming. Trying so hard to keep his eyes open and on Frank’s pink lips around his cock, Gerard notified him. “G-Gonna cum, baby!”

Frank moaned, multiplying the speed himself as he opened his eyes to gaze up at Gerard so he could see him fall apart, and fall apart he did, and so splendidly to the point where Frank felt like he too was relishing in his own orgasm. He watched him throw his head back and cry out as his fingers dug into his scalp. Tensing underneath him, Frank proceeded to deep throat him especially when Gerard’s thrust became clumsy. With a moan of his own, he uprooted the cock in his throat so that the last few drops of cum would dribble on his face. Closing his eyes so he wouldn’t get any in them, he giggled as the warm liquid squirted onto his cheek, over one eye and then his nose before trickling down. “It tickles, babe.”

Catching his breath, Gerard chuckled down at him before reaching out to help wipe him up with his fingers. “You didn't tell me you were gonna do that.”

“I’m pretty sure I mentioned something about it, earlier.” Frank said. “Don’t wipe your fingers. Let me suck it off first.”

“Jesus, Frankie.” Gerard moaned again, trying not to get hard as he let the young man lick his fingers of cum until they were both clean. “Tonight, I’ll repay you for this.”

“No need to worry about that, Gee.” Frank assured him with a wink. “I already came in my pants.”