Title: Glitter
Author: Taimat/Tai_ness
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Fluff, smut
Disclaimer: I do not own/know Frank Iero, Gerard Way, or anyone else mentioned. This was not written for profit; I make no money off this. I do not intend to cause harm to any character described within. I am not insinuating that this actually happened, nor do I believe that it did.
Summary: Unfortunately, making a card also seemed to involve a lot of mess.
Length: 2804 words
Date: Completed June 24, 2006


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He wanted to make a card.

He didn’t want to just buy a card from a store and sign it. He wanted it to mean something. Anyone could buy a card, but making a card involved a lot of time and a lot of effort.

Unfortunately, making a card also seemed to involve a lot of mess.

Frank bit at his lip ring gently as he concentrated on writing with the glitter glue. When he looked down, he tilted his head slightly. He thought it needed something else. Something more. . .

Of course!

Frank grabbed at the small bottle of glitter that was sitting innocently in front of him on the kitchen table and eagerly twisted off the lid. The bottle had a plastic grate covering the mouth that was intended to moderate glitter usage, but Frank tipped the container over and shook hard. Which caused the plastic cover to fly off and glitter to explode everywhere.

Frank blinked.

Glitter in his hair.

Glitter on his clothes.

Glitter on the floor, the table. . .

. . .and all over his Valentine’s Day card for Gerard.

“Well, fuck.”

He couldn’t very well vacuum the mess. . .

. . .seeing as how he had used the spare key Gerard had given him to sneak into the other boy’s apartment early in the morning. He had intended to make the card and cook breakfast, but now it seemed that he’d have to pick either breakfast or a clean kitchen. He chewed on his lip again and looked around the kitchen.

Well. . .Gerard had a balcony. . .so. . .maybe he could just open the door and sweep everything out there? Then Gerard would never know. . .

It was a cold, windy, February morning, and Frank wasn’t necessarily the quickest thinker before noon. So he threw open the balcony door, not anticipating that it might be caught by the wind and slam open, shaking the wall. He also wasn’t anticipating that the wind might blow into the room and scatter things everywhere. Including the valentine and all of the supplies around it. And Frank watched as the papers on the table picked up and blew into each other before flying off the table and landing face down on the floor with a wet thud.

Frank leaned against the door frame in shock, lips parted, legs threatening to slip out from under him.

And so it was that Gerard rushed into the kitchen at six o’clock on Valentine’s Day morning to find his kitchen a mess, his balcony open, and his boyfriend nearly in tears.

“Frank? I. . .what. . .what’s going on?”

Frank took one glance at Gerard before groaning and slipping outside, running a hand through his hair.

“Frank, it’s cold out there!” Gerard yelped as a gust of wind rushed in again. He was dressed only in boxer shorts and a thin T-shirt, and he quickly turned to gather a blanket from his room. As he strode across the kitchen again, he winced at the cold tile against his feet. “Frank,” he started, bringing himself close behind the other man to wrap the blanket around them both.

“I ruined it,” came the soft reply, nearly stolen by the winter wind.

“Ruined what?”

“Valentine’s Day!” Gerard could feel the smaller body tense up and quickly brought his lips to the other’s neck.

“The day just started. You couldn’t possibly have ruined it.”

Frank clenched his fists and growled, “You don’t understand. I was supposed to get here early and make you a valentine and cook breakfast and then we were going to spend the entire day together and--” He stopped talking as Gerard took a sharp nip at his ear.

“I don’t know what’s happened so far, Frankie, but I believe we can still spend the day together.”

“But I ruined your card! I opened the door, and the wind blew it all over the place, and the kitchen’s a mess, and I woke you up so I can’t surprise you with breakfast, and I--” This time, Gerard chose to spin Frankie around and bite at his lip ring gently.

“Frank, why did you want to make me a card?”

“Because I didn’t want to just buy one! I wanted to spend time making it myself. I wanted it to mean something. I wanted it to be different and unique and special but it doesn’t even matter now because it’s ruined.” Frank ended abruptly with a shiver, leaning against Gerard.

“You wanted to make a card for me?” Gerard got a nod in response. “Because you wanted to spend time on it?” Nod. “Because you wanted it to mean something?” Nod. Gerard’s hand slipped up the back of Frank’s shirt, and the younger man shivered. Whether this was from the cold or from Gerard’s fingers tracing his spine, Gerard wasn’t sure. “Well, you did spend time on it, and that means something.”

Frank let out something between a sigh and a whine. “But I have nothing to show for it.”

Gerard growled and bent his head to bite at Frank’s neck for a moment. “You’re here, aren’t you?” Frank sighed as Gerard sucked lightly at his jawbone before tracing down the length of his neck once more. “And I’d rather have you than a paper card or bacon and eggs.” Gerard could feel Frank inhale to respond and quickly placed a finger against Frank’s lips. He slowly brought his head up so that he could look straight into the other’s eyes as he spoke. “Today, there are millions of handmade cards and gifts being given. There are millions of surprise breakfasts being made. But there is only one perfect boyfriend, and he is standing right in front of me.” The taller boy brought his lips down to brush against Frank’s as he spoke, just barely touching, breath ghosting across skin in sharp contrast to the frigid air about them. “I love you more than anything else in this world, Frank Iero. I want for nothing.”

Frank made a soft noise in the back of his throat and closed his eyes, biting at his tongue. He would not cry, he would not cry, he would not. . .

Gerard tilted his head up again and brushed a kiss over each of his boyfriend’s fluttering eyelids, bringing a hand up to brush over a clenched jaw.

Frank shivered again and nuzzled against Gerard, who laughed quietly. “Cold?”

“I don’t know how you aren’t,” came a muffled voice from Gerard’s shoulder.

“I’ve got the hottest man in the world pressed up against me.” Gerard slipped a hand down the back of his boyfriend’s jeans. “How could I be cold?”

Frank bit his lip, not quite sure whether to push forward or back, finally settling on a slow rocking motion. “And you were being really sweet, too.”

Gerard gave Frank an indignant look. “You mean I’m not always sweet?”

The smaller one chuckled and shook his head, continuing to press against Gerard, earning a growl in response.

“That’s it. I’m making love to you. Now.”

Frank let out a laugh as Gerard picked him up bridal-style and carried him back inside, reaching out an arm to close the balcony door as they passed. He curled against his boyfriend happily as he was carried right past the mess of a kitchen and straight into the bedroom. He let out the most adorable giggle as he was lowered onto the bed and covered immediately with a flustered Gerard.

“What’re you laughing at?”

“You,” Frank grinned as he reached to remove Gerard’s shirt. A hand reached down to grab his wrist and press it back against the bed, and Frank blinked, grin never wavering.

“Nuh-uh.” Gerard reached for Frank’s other wrist and pinned that one to the bed as well. “You already made my morning. Now I’m gonna make yours.” At that, he reached down and slipped a hand beneath Frank’s left knee, urging his partner’s legs apart. Frank immediately complied and made room for Gerard to lie comfortably on top of him, letting out a soft sigh as Gerard pressed their hips together. Gerard reached for the collar of Frank’s shirt, tugging at it so that he could suck at the soft skin at the base of his neck. The vocalist had a thing for Frank’s neck, which was absolutely fine with Frank.

“Don’t rip it,” the shorter man warned as Gerard tugged again at the collar. With a huff, Gerard sat up so that he could pull the shirt off, and Frank raised his arms to help. As soon as it cleared Frank’s head, Gerard dove straight for the guitarist’s right hip, tonguing the skin there roughly and causing Frank’s back to arch as he let out a surprised gasp. That was a very sensitive spot, and Gerard usually didn’t go for it without a little more foreplay. But then a hand reached up to press against a nipple, and Frank decided to stop being surprised.

He could feel Gerard undoing his belt with his other hand, finally slipping it off and undoing the zipper. He let out a whine as that hand pressed against him, then brought his own up to pull Gerard’s hand away from his chest before trying to push it down into his boxers.

Gerard snorted and looked up at his boyfriend. “A little impatient?” he asked against Frank’s skin, knowing that the other loved the feeling of the brush of lips anywhere on his body.

“Mm-hmm,” was his only answer as Frank thrust up into his now-moving hand. Gerard only shook his head and tried to pull Frank’s jeans off his hips with one hand, seeing as the other was otherwise occupied. The smaller man laughed a bit as Gerard fought with the fabric, reaching down to help when his lover pouted.

“You know, you’re not really helping my self-esteem right now.”

This only made Frank laugh harder. “Come on, Gee. Sex is funny and you know it.”

Gerard narrowed his eyes at him before growling, “I think I like you better when you’re quiet.”

Frank grinned back at him, moving to tug his jeans the rest of the way off. “Naw, you like it when I’m loud.” He then jumped at his boyfriend, bearing him to the sheets and yanking impatiently at the worn shirt. Gerard smiled as Frank threw the shirt across the room and went for his boxers. He reached for the remote on his night stand, aiming it at his speakers as Frank sent the last article of clothing flying.

Hellogoodbye’s “Touchdown Turnaround.”

Frank blinked at him for a moment before collapsing in a fit of giggles.

Gerard only replaced the remote and rolled over onto his boyfriend again. “I love it when you laugh.”

Frank’s loud laughter died down to soft shudders, and he reached up to poke Gerard on the nose. “Well, what’re you waiting for? Sex me up, stud.”

Gerard’s eyebrows shot up. “Sex me up. . .stud?”

Frank grinned and nodded.

“Stud?”

“Stud.”

Gerard smiled then. “God, you’re weird. I love you.”

Frankie sighed and closed his eyes as Gerard pressed soft kisses along his shoulder. The vocalist moved slowly in toward Frank’s neck, looking for one spot in particular. . .

“Oh,” came a short gasp as Gerard finally passed over the juncture of neck and shoulder, and upon hearing it, he began licking and sucking without mercy. Frank whined and brought one hand up to fist in the taller man’s hair as he arched beneath him. The hand that was not busy supporting Gerard traced over Frank’s hip, making him shudder as he tried to pull Gerard closer.

“Gerard, if you’re going to make love to me, hurry it up before I get impatient and take you instead,” the guitarist panted, calloused fingers gripping at Gerard’s shoulders.

Gerard laughed before sitting up and reaching for his bedside table. “Fine, fine.” He leaned over to pull open the drawer. . .and almost collapsed as he felt Frank’s mouth engulf him from below. “Shit. . .” The vocalist bit his lip as Frank worked, letting out an almost relieved sigh when he was finally released. He slid down to rest between Frank’s legs again, leaning forward to nibble at that tempting lip ring once more. “You are. . .amazing. . .” he murmured, and Frank’s eyes lit up as he grinned, relaxing into the sheets with a soft sigh.

There was a hitch of breath as Gerard slipped the first finger inside. Frank shifted, and Gerard nuzzled gently against his chest, pressing his lips to the pulse of Frank’s heart. He stretched Frank slowly, the first finger joined by a second, then a third.

“Fuck, Gerard. Come on. . .” Frank’s eyes snapped open as those fingers pressed against his prostate. “Yes. . .” came a hiss of air as the guitarist spread his legs further. He could feel Gerard smile against his chest, and he growled softly. “You and your damn eg--oh!”

Gerard chuckled, and Frank poked him in the ribs, making him jump and Frank’s breath catch. “Hurry it up down there!”

“Damn, you’re impatient.” Gerard reached for the tube again.

“Yeah, but you love me anyway!” Frank grinned and nearly started bouncing on the bed.

The larger man smiled lazily at his hyper boyfriend as he stroked himself. “Of course I do. Now how do you want it?”

Frank rolled his eyes and reached out impatiently. “I just want you.” He shifted and pulled his legs up to hook around Gerard’s waist as the other man drew closer. Gerard pressed a soft kiss to Frank’s throat as he lined himself up.

“You’ve got me.”

And then Gerard was pushing forward, and Frank was gasping, and it still hurt no matter how many times they’d done this. . .

But the feeling. . .

. . .Frank wouldn’t give it up for the world. Just feeling Gerard inside of him and knowing that soon he wouldn’t be able to tell where one ended and the other began. . .

The guitarist reached down and poked Gerard again, causing him to squeak and spasm slightly, bringing a throaty moan from Frank.

“Don’t do that!”

“But you’re so cute when you squeak!”

Gerard glared down at him. “I do not squeak!” Each word was punctuated with a small thrust that made Frank’s breath leave him in soft pants.

“Yeah. . .you do. . .and you know. . .you’re only going to get. . .affirmative answers out of me. . .oh. . .if you ask. . .”

Frank bit his lip as Gerard sped up, trying to pull him as close as possible. He wrapped his legs tightly around Gerard’s waist, digging fingers into shoulders and tugging desperately at dark, messy hair.

“Frank. . .you do know. . .it’s hard to move, right?”

Frank only groaned. “I want. . .I want. . .”

And then Gerard was shifting, placing his hands behind Frank’s knees and bringing those gorgeous legs up to his shoulders. He turned his head to press a kiss to Frank’s right knee, and then he was leaning forward, pushing Frank’s legs farther apart and back, deepening his movements. Frank gasped sharply as Gerard hit his sweet spot again. He tried to move, tried to push back, but he was unable to do much more than claw at Gerard’s back. Frank was making those soft little noises in the back of his throat again, and Gerard groaned, reaching down to slide a hand in between their moving bodies to stroke Frank roughly.

And just as Frank started to shake, Gerard paused, holding himself firmly against his lover’s prostate.

“Gerard!” came the desperate cry as Frank writhed beneath him.

“Frank?” Gerard’s response was a soft whimper. “Will you move in with me?”

Frank blinked up at him, dilated eyes glistening as his mouth worked to produce some kind of intelligible word. And then Gerard was moving again, and the sharp “Yes!” tore free easily. The word became Frank’s mantra as his moans increased in pitch and Gerard’s hand increased in speed.

And then everything was exploding and spiralling and falling but he was flying and then Gerard was filling him and. . .and. . .

Frank gasped and panted as he gripped tightly to Gerard’s sweaty locks of hair, holding the other man to his chest as they both trembled and shook.

Once the pair had calmed enough for voluntary movement to be possible, Gerard pulled out of Frank gently and lay down beside him, ignoring the mess for the time being.

“Frankie?”

“Hm?” came the sleepy reply.

“Did you mean it? About moving in with me?”

Frank smiled and nodded, feeling about for his boyfriend’s hand so that he could weave their fingers together. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

Gerard grinned happily and curled up next to Frank, basking in a wonderful afterglow. “I love you, Frank.”

“Love you, too.” Frank shifted and Gerard darted a glance up at him, letting out a soft snort. “What now?” Frank asked tiredly, eyes blinking open to look at Gerard, whose face was one of amusement.

“You have glitter in your ear.”