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Frank lies there and takes it as Gerard pulls away from the kiss and murmurs, "I know this is wrong, but it feels so good." Frank remembers this sentence very well. Gerard said it before their first mutual handjobs and, even after all these months, Frank loves when they roleplay their old selves and Gerard remembers this sentence.

It only adds intensity to their moment and Frank watches as his priest drapes the rosary around Frank's neck and it sticks to his skin where he's still damp from the shower. Then Gerard descends his body and kisses a wet trail down to Frank's hard cock. Frank holds his moans back, knowing it drives Gerard crazy when he keeps quiet. Gerard bites on Frank's thigh and mouths at his balls, nose buried in Frank's pubic hair before he grabs Frank's feet and pulls them up until Frank's knees hit his chest.

Gerard hums against the back of Frank's exposed thigh and scatters kisses here and there, until his mouth is lined up with Frank's hole. Frank gulps, shaking in anticipation at what is coming next because he knows Gerard loves rimming him and then, he does lick over Frank's crack, making the younger man's skin tremble. He still retains his moans, even when Gerard gets down to business and tongues at the hole, around it and inside, just the way Frank likes it.

"Moan for me," Gerard says against Frank's ass cheek, like he knows just what Frank is doing. Frank doesn't react, though; he keeps quiet and bucks up his hips the best he can to make Gerard get back to what he was doing. First, however, Gerard adds, "Show me how much you like my divine grace thrust upon your ass."

Then, Gerard dives into Frank's hole full-on, licking the rim, opening it up with his fingers and plunging his tongue inside. Frank is in an overload of pleasure and he simply can't take it anymore, so he lets it all go and moans loud, thrusting up against Gerard's mouth.

"Fuck, Gerard," he moans, moving his ass against the muscle slipping inside his hole. Frank can't hold still, because Gerard is using his tongue and teeth skillfully and there is only so much he can take when he's getting his ass rimmed. "You're so fucking great at this."

It lasts for a long time, Gerard going deep and hard and roaring in the back of his throat like a tiger advancing on a prey, Gerard's tongue pushing in easily from the saliva coating Frank's rim, Gerard's teeth pulling at the flesh at times, while Frank tries not to thrash too much on the bed to not lose all these amazing sensations.

"Fuck yeah, oh please," Frank whines, wheezing a bit. Frank's cock hurts and he touches it to release some of the tension, but it works against him and he's almost coming. He decides to stop and just pulls Gerard's head back by the hair, forcing him up again so Frank can kiss him. He's not really collaborative though, his mouth moving but just letting Frank tongue at it without any reaction, and Frank wonders if Gerard's tongue feels numb for having rimmed him for so long.

Gerard ends up pulling away from the kiss and smirking at Frank with a hungry look upon his eyes, just holding Frank down on the bed and looking at him. Frank loves that they connect through these gazes, but he can't really focus on Gerard's face because his white collar stands out. Frank is suddenly addicted to it as it makes Gerard look so sexy, so forbidden and desirable, the object of all those dreams Frank used to have, so he keeps looking between the white item of Gerard's attire and Gerard's predator eyes. They would eat Frank alive if he let them.

"Just do it, Gerard," Frank starts in a low voice. He feels his lungs struggling for breath as he tries to find the right words to express his delight. "Take me, please. I wanna be yours and no one else's."

"You're mine. " Gerard growls in the back of his throat again, possessive as ever, and spreads one of his hands over Frank's skin.

Frank closes his eyes and just feels it, crawling over his ass and hips and stomach, and then finally up on his chest, the beads of the rosary rattling as he passes them, until he reaches Frank's neck and face. In the end, he opens Frank's mouth with two fingers and sticks them inside, in a clear message that Frank is very used to. He sucks the fingers in as far as he can, swallows around them, coats them abundantly with his tongue until Gerard takes them out.

He's definitely in charge here and Frank can't help but love it, feeling like a virgin all over again and just taking it because Gerard always knows what he wants and needs. Frank opens his eyes and watches Gerard sitting up, then drawing one arm over Frank's thighs so they keep up against his torso, Frank's feet in the air, his ass opened and exposed. He smirks at Frank wickedly, and Frank sucks his bottom lip into his mouth because he can't take his eyes off of Gerard's collar. He doesn't bother looking up at Gerard's face once he slips a finger past Frank's rim, and presses it in and out continuously, then adds the second one and opens Frank up while Frank pants and stares at the one garment that makes Father Way come back to life.

"You make me feel—" Frank stops when Gerard presses up against his prostate and he can only buck up and moan, feeling the wave of pleasure running through his whole body. He doesn't let it fade away before he says, "Make me feel so fucking hot, Father. "

"So wrong," Gerard whispers against Frank's thigh, mouthing and biting at it, making Frank close his eyes and just feel. This is what Gerard is really good at, blocking every other sense in Frank's body. He doesn't care to see, hear or speak; all he wants is to feel Gerard's fingers in his ass preparing him for his big cock.

"But so fucking good," Frank finishes the sentence for Gerard, when he climbs over Frank's body. Frank opens his eyes and watches him intently. He licks his lips at the thought of what he's about to feel, anxious for the first press of Gerard's cock, the initial stretch on his skin, the first perfect slide inside his body. Gerard lines up their bodies and pushes in slowly, his cock sliding in so easily like he slicked it up while Frank wasn't looking. Frank doesn't care either, because he feels like they're doing this for the very first time all over again.

Frank drags out a moan of Gerard's name, Gerard's cock in his ass feeling so big and blissful, so fucking amazing. Father Way might be a character from the past, but every once in a while he's back. He comes into Frank's bed and reminds him how much he likes the wrong of their relationship; how turned on Frank gets just thinking that he's in bed with a priest, with a man he's not supposed to be with. Frank is even wearing his rosary for all that matters, and they float together up to Heaven.

"Fuck it, Frank, don't call me Gerard," he begs, pulling out halfway and thrusting back in. Frank shivers from what he feels, the shivers traveling up his spine and his skin trembling, but he knows what Gerard wants and is more than willing to give him that.

"Yes, Father. "

They make this night last for as long as they are physically able to, Gerard going from hard and fast to slow and sweet, again and again, to drive Frank crazy, making him moan and Frank's entire body bucks up along with their movements. Frank responds by gripping Gerard's hair or grasping at his flesh, thrashing around on the mattress moaning for more. Gerard really knows how to take care of him and his fantasies.

"Fuck, I'm too close. You should stop," Frank requests, when his stomach tightens and the skin over his balls pulls up from the inside. He brings his thighs down and pushes Gerard away from him.

This is only their first break tonight; they always want to make this last as long as possible. Frank kisses him hard and pulls him close, but Gerard knows better than to let Frank do that. He pushes Frank away with a hand on his chest, his fingers making the beads of the rosary rattle softly, and sits up on the mattress, getting up next without taking his eyes off of Frank's face. Frank is looking back at him, in silence, but feels hot shivers up his spine when he shifts his eyes down to Gerard's collar. It's starting to shine with the beads of sweat falling on it and Frank loves it; he loves making Gerard sweat, but he loves it even more when Gerard teases him like this and gets up from the bed.

Frank watches him walk to the window seat and sit down, leaning back against the glass, legs spread wide and cock shiny and inviting. Frank doesn't do anything just yet, still playing the virgin boy without a clue about what to do during sex, but Gerard knows him well and beckons him over. There is a smirk on Gerard's face and Frank obeys because he's not supposed to know any better. When he gets close, Gerard pulls him down by the rosary for a kiss, but he barely touches Frank's lips before he's spinning Frank around with both hands on Frank's hips. Gerard pulls him swiftly over his lap. His cock feels hot and solid against Frank's ass and he shifts around until it slides perfectly in between his cheeks, rolling his hips so he massages Gerard's member, making the older man moan lowly.

Soon, though, Gerard grasps Frank's hips and lifts them up and, when he lines his cock up, Frank lets himself sink on it fast. It hurts but it's that good pain that Frank wants to feel, because Gerard is inside him again and about to please him in the most intimate way possible.

"Oh please, Father, help me. Make me feel special." He doesn't do or say anything else, but lets Gerard's hands guide him up and down on Gerard's lap until they've got a new rhythm going and Gerard spreads one palm over Frank's chest. Frank leans back until he hits Gerard's front and brings his arms back to bury his hands in Gerard's hair. Frank barely releases a sound while Gerard is obvious with the curses and yells of Frank's name.

Frank's knees give out at one point and he caves forward, pulling Gerard out from his ass and collapsing on the wooden floor on his hands and knees. He stays in that position and just pants. Gerard is fast to move, though, always in charge and kneels behind Frank, grabbing his hips, spreading his cheeks and sliding his dick inside.

"Take it easy, Frank," Gerard says sweetly, caressing the skin on Frank's back and ass. He moves in long and slow movements, patiently paced so Frank can rest, leaning forward and lying on Frank's back, placing kisses on his shoulderblades and neck. Frank is trying to even his breath out and he thanks Gerard with a wordless moan for taking this small break and fucking him gently, because Frank's actually tired and not ready yet for the ending. They've already been at it for at least an hour, but Frank can never get enough of his priest.

When he finally feels ready, the rosary hanging from his neck and dangling over the floor, Frank decides on teasing Gerard and crawls away from him so Gerard's cock slides out. Frank doesn't stop until he's up and standing by their chest of drawers. There's a huge mirror on it, stuck to the white wall, and Frank checks his reflection for a brief moment. His chest is so flushed and this shade that also covers his cheeks resembles the virgin boy he once was. He starts jacking his dick again, though, teasing Gerard and giving him another show, and he doesn't stop until he can hear an impatient sound. Frank smirks to himself.

"Stop teasing me. You know better than that," Gerard warns him with a snarl. Suddenly, he's behind Frank and bends him over, slapping his ass so Frank learns his lesson. Gerard is in charge here and he won't let Frank forget that for a second, but Frank is smirking even wider. He knows he would get Gerard by doing this.

"Forgive me, Father," Frank mumbles, leaning forward even more and laying his arms across the chest of drawers, pushing his body back against Gerard's. The older man slaps Frank's ass again, punishing him, pleasing him, and Frank moans out loud.

He keeps moaning as Gerard slips his hard cock up Frank's crack. Frank can see it all in the mirror; Gerard's face half buried behind his head, one of Gerard's hands under the rosary and over Frank's nipple. Gerard toys with it, but Frank can also feel Gerard's tip pressing at his hole again. Gerard suddenly abandons all kindness and pushes in all the way, fast and not teasing. He fucks Frank right there, quick and unforgiving, the younger man bucking his spine with every thrust that hits his prostate and brings that clench to his insides. Frank knows he's close.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants in a low voice, getting up from his bent position and looking at their reflection in the mirror. Gerard looks so determined, looking down at his cock that slides in and out of Frank so perfectly, reaching every spot that makes Frank sigh and moan and lose track of what's really happening.

"Look at me," Frank hears and he opens his eyes, not really knowing when he actually closed them, but he obeys. He looks up and finds Gerard's gaze in the mirror. Gerard brings a hand to Frank's chin and keeps it up, forcing him to look at them as Gerard fucks him from behind. He looks so fucking hot with the collar and it's very arousing to see the expression on Gerard's face as he focuses so hard on fucking Frank, pleasing them both. And to see how the rosary beats against Frank's chest in their frantic rhythm.

"You're so gorgeous," Frank says with a sigh, not wanting to let this moment pass without telling Gerard what he really thinks of him. "And so hot with that collar around your neck."

Gerard moans this time and his movements falter slightly, so Frank doesn't even stop him when he reaches out for Frank's cock. Gerard jerks him off and fucks Frank and they just moan, no words needed. They were blessed with a perfect connection between their bodies and souls, pleasing each other in every single moment.

Frank is the first to come and he lets his eyes fall shut for a minute, as Gerard's hand moves on his dick so skillfully and finishes him off. He comes with a shiver, his whole body trembling with the clench in his stomach and balls, pushing back against Gerard. He regains his composure quickly, though, not wanting to miss anything else. And he's just in time, because Gerard moves his hand to Frank's nipple and squeezes it, toys it around, as his hips waver and he shakes against Frank. Gerard's eyes never leave Frank's through the mirror and Frank loves this moment, getting to watch Gerard letting go as he comes. It's perfect.

"Fuck, Frank, fuck yeah," Gerard moans right at the end, his body collapsing and his face contorting in his pleasure. "You're mine now. And I'm never, never letting you go."

Frank moans at his words, but he can't reply properly because Gerard is kissing Frank's shoulders and playing with his nipples, Gerard's cock still inside Frank's ass. They stay there panting, Frank grinning down at the rosary on his chest, glistening with his sweat, at the end of another of their wonderful nights.

Later on, they're sitting down on the floor, both completely naked with Gerard's black clothes left in a pile because he felt too hot. Frank still has the rosary around his neck and he's playing with the clerical collar in his hands, feeling the object that fed their exhaustion tonight.

They're sitting with their backs against the window seat, smoking in peace. It's a ritual of theirs, sharing a cigarette after sex. It relaxes them every time. The smoke in Frank's lungs burns stronger than any other time he's done this, probably from the intense night they just had, but he inhales deeply and mutters, "Fuck, I feel so fucking great."

"I love your sex drive," Gerard says in response, taking a drag when Frank holds the cigarette out in his direction. When he exhales the smoke, he adds, "I feel so fucking amazing right now."

"Because you always know what to do to me, okay?" Frank says with a giggle, fumbling the white garment with both hands. "And you know just when to use my fetish over this collar against me."

Gerard laughs. "I just love making you happy," he replies, taking a long drag with Frank watching his face this time. He looks so good with the remnants of sweat on his forehead and mouth, and that satisfied expression that always comes to him after sex. Frank is happy about that, actually.

"Happy and sweaty," Frank adds, laughing too. Gerard leans to the side to press a kiss to Frank's temple. Frank moves his face so he can kiss Gerard's mouth instead, sweetly, just a touch of their lips in their post coital bliss. Afterwards, they just sit back and share another smoke as the moonlight fills the sky outside the open window.

Stronger Together

happilyappled

Summary:

They have been living together for seven years and, over the last year, Gerard has become secretive. Frank simply wants to know what is wrong with him.

Notes:

Dedicated to Erika and Janice, the best and most inspirational friends.

For Bandom Big Bang 2013 Wave Three, with one mix by monkey_pie (note: mix made in 2012).

Work Text:

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. — 1 Corinthians 13, 4-8

May.

"Maybe you should go," Gerard says, in a deep voice. He sounds hurt by his own words, but they can't hurt him more than they do Frank.

It's Friday night and they've just come home from the club where Frank's band, Broken Thoughts, played at. This band started out as a group of friends in college, after Frank realized that his band back home would never be the same again since the five of them pursued different paths and lost interest in their high school band. Frank was a little heartbroken after that, but he was the only one to apply to a school that wasn't too far away from home while Lukas had moved across the country and Jonas had traveled abroad. So Frank joined another band, and they're actually making it pretty big right now.

They recently put out a second album and it has helped them gain a lot of new fans, and now they have their own shows with bands opening for them and not the other way around. There are a few tour dates for the summer and Frank is proud to be in a band that is working hard to succeed and is turning out well in the music business.

Gerard, however, seems to have a problem with the shows they have been playing. After every single one of them, Frank comes home with him without fail, but Gerard either goes to bed immediately or starts fighting with Frank about the band and the show and the after parties that Frank should be attending. "I mean it, Frank. Go back to that party; it's your party and your friends are in there, your fans are in there. It's where you belong."

"I don't want to. I'm tired and I wanna be at home, with you," Frank argues back for the umpteenth time. He's sick and tired of discussing this.

"We're gonna have three weeks off this summer. That is plenty of time to be with me," Gerard retorts frustratedly, gesturing high with his hands and pulling the most intricate faces to pass his message. "It's Friday night, your band had an awesome show and your manager arranged a huge party for everybody. However, you're at home, doing nothing when you should be out there having fun. How does that make sense to you?"

"I didn't want to stay, what's the big deal?" Frank rolls his eyes, but not because he's annoyed. He just doesn't want to do this again or say these things again. Gerard keeps repeating himself and it's frustrating Frank to a point where he'd rather be an ass to Gerard and get this over with. "What's wrong with you? Lately, we haven't done anything together, because you've been so fucking distant. Is it the new place, or your new job? Or is it about you and me?"

Gerard seems to hesitate at this and Frank tilts his head, starting to think that he may have hit a nerve. He hopes so, actually, so they can finally get somewhere with this argument. It's getting repetitive. Gerard looks up at the ceiling and says, lowly, "It's definitely me. I'm too old for you."

Frank groans. He has heard this before, but he hoped that Gerard had stopped worrying about it. Frank isn't bothered that Gerard is past the forty years barrier. If so, he hopes he can get to that age and still have as much energy as Gerard, except he wants to use that energy to work and be a good boyfriend instead of fueling depressing fights. "Our age difference was never a problem when I was eighteen, so why is it a big deal now?"

"Look Frank, look at the two of us now. I'm forty-two years old, I'm a high school teacher and I do crappy art during my free time, while you're a twenty-five year old college student who sings in a rock band. We don't…." Gerard sighs and drops his arms at his sides, his expression strained as he searches for the right words to say. Then, he rubs his face and concludes, "We're not compatible."

"Are you serious?"

"You should be living your life, collecting the goods of playing music in a band that has a bright future ahead. You should be letting loose," Gerard continues. "That's what people your age do."

"I don't care what other people my age do, okay? This is my life and I choose to be here because I love you, and I want to hang out with you. We used to do that and don't try to tell me we no longer have things in common. Don't tell me you're too old, because you're just… slipping away."

Frank looks back on what has been going on with Gerard for the last months. He has been refusing to spend time exclusively with Frank. They might sit on the couch watching TV but don't make conversation about it like they used to; they barely kiss in bed and they don't touch each other intimately. And this has been going on for a long time and Frank wants the old Gerard back; he wants to be with the man he fell in love with. "Stop pushing me away. Talk to me, spend time with me, make love to me again."

"I don't deserve that anymore, Frank." Gerard hesitates, wetting his lips just like he always does when he's pondering really hard about how to get the things on his mind across. He doesn't take too long, though; he never does. He has always been pretty quick in finding the right thing to say. "Most of the time, I feel like I no longer give you what you need."

This is something Frank has never heard before. Gerard has dropped hints about feeling like this, but he has never been this blunt about it. Gerard saying this makes sense, though, because Frank hasn't been feeling a lot of love from him lately.

"And actually you don't," he admits out loud, creating a tense silence between them. The air in the room thickens and Frank holds his breath when Gerard takes a step back, hitting the back of the couch with his body. It seems like, while Gerard has just admitted that he feels that he's no longer enough for Frank, he didn't expect Frank to agree with it too. Frank closes his eyes for a second and takes in a deep breath before continuing, "For the past months, you haven't been giving me enough because you've been refusing to even be with me. It's like we don't share a house or a bed; it's like we don't love each other anymore. You've been isolated in your own little world, concerned about something and hiding it from me. Why don't you tell me what it is?"

Gerard stares at Frank, his eyes blinking rapidly, and he's awfully quiet for a long moment. When he finally speaks again, his voice is low and uneven. "It's nothing."

"Don't even try. I've known you long enough to tell when you're lying," Frank points out. The signs are very clear: Gerard is supporting his weight on his left leg and he can't look into Frank's eyes. Frank has studied all these behavioral signs since the beginning of their relationship, and the seven years they've spent together have only intensified this ability to read Gerard so well.

Gerard pauses and Frank can see him gulp in anxiety, and Gerard's eyes shift in an angle that suggests that he's thinking about something that is difficult to say. Frank has no idea what to expect, but it's still very surprising when Gerard looks up and says, "Maybe you should just leave. "

There's a shocked silence as Frank notices the emphasis that Gerard is placing on the words and suddenly realizes that this is not just Gerard asking him to go back to the party, but leaving him... for good. "What?" Frank exclaims, incredulous that Gerard would suggest something like that. It feels equally surprising how secure and relieved Gerard looks afterwards, despite the fact that he's still not staring at Frank.

"Just go, Frank. You're better off. I have nothing else to offer to this relationship and we're mature enough to admit it."

Frank's mouth goes dry with disbelief. He shakes his head. "No. This is where I want to be. How can you ask me to leave when you know how much I—" He pauses, taking a few deep breaths. Looking at Gerard's uptight expression and the serious downturn of his lips, Frank realizes that he means it. He really wants Frank to leave tonight, maybe the house, maybe Gerard's life. Frank swallows hard and questions him about it. "Do you really want me to leave? Do you want me to go and never come back?"

Gerard doesn't reply, and Frank doesn't say anything else either. He just looks at Gerard who turns around and goes to sit on the couch, holding his head in his hands. Frank remains standing there, a few steps away from the couch watching Gerard with love and worry. Gerard hasn't been himself since they moved in. He's been cold and inexpressive. He doesn't spend time with Frank, doesn't talk to Frank; they don't even cuddle in bed as often as before. Frank needs to fix this before it's too late.

They have been fighting for months now, Gerard always telling Frank to go with his band and his groupies, but it was never about Frank leaving. Frank hates it.

"I can't fucking believe this," is the last thing Frank says before he walks away.

He thinks about years ago, when Gerard was a priest and he met Frank. At the time, he was a teenager with serious doubts over his sexuality, but then Gerard started having his own doubts, only about his faith and his vows. He thinks about the day Gerard told him he was leaving the priesthood and wanted to try a relationship with Frank, despite everybody who objected and stood up against them. Together, through the years, they went through some harsh times, like when Frank found out he had some conservative classmates and they gathered a small crowd to stone Frank for his "heinous crimes". He truly felt like a character out of a bad drama novel inspired by the Bible. He had to spend several days in the hospital fighting for his life, but this never made him give up his faith in God or in Gerard.

Frank can't think about this anymore. He feels disgusted just considering the fact that Gerard wants him to leave. He also needs a shower after the sweaty show. When he's finished, he just gets into bed. He falls asleep quickly, as he's so tired after a very full day; he had his part time job in the morning, at the hospital where he works as an assistant in the Psychology ward, then in the afternoon he went to college for his lectures and at night, the show.

He had a great day until arriving home this evening, until this fight with Gerard. Frank doesn't understand why they have to fight so much, why Gerard thinks he's not worth it anymore when Frank does everything he can to show Gerard how much he still loves him. Gerard has given Frank so much, first when he promised Frank that he'd do anything for him, then when he proved it by standing up for their values and beliefs and always fighting to keep their relationship standing, and Frank will never forget that.

Later that night, he wakes up when Gerard is sliding into bed. Neither of them speaks; they don't even touch. Frank lies there on his back, feeling Gerard moving around and, when Frank looks, he is lying on his side, his back to Frank. He turns on his side, facing Gerard, sighing out loud to give Gerard a hint that he is awake if he wants to talk. Frank even caresses his back softly, but Gerard doesn't respond to his touch. Frank feels helpless, but he is too tired and decides to just close his eyes.

The next morning, Frank wakes up and Gerard is in bed, sitting up against the headboard. He has a hand over Frank's head and is looking down at Frank, but when Frank tries to drape one arm around Gerard's hips, Gerard stops him. "No," he says, grabbing Frank's wrist and putting it firmly aside before he gets up and leaves.

Frank sighs. He had a difficult night, with consecutive nightmares about leaving Gerard or even worse, Gerard leaving him, and always waking up with a tight, anxious feeling in his chest. He looked beside him every time to check that Gerard was still there, and he always was, but his back remained turned to Frank at all times. Frank wonders if Gerard got any sleep at all. He usually doesn't when he's upset.

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