Your Number One [Frerard]

We laid on his bed, the clock reading 4:32 AM. Even though the sugar high had almost completely worn off, just being with Frank was enough to keep me awake. We stared at the ceiling, playing with each other's hands and fingers.

"You know how I said I wanted to have an adventure?" His voice was a whispery mist, curling around my body and my thoughts.

"Yea, Frankie?"

"Well, I think I want to have my adventure with you." My deluded mindset recognized the seriousness of his tone, and seemed to stop for a second.

"Really?"

We both stopped looking at the ceiling, turning to each other. "Really." He confirmed, intensity burning in his eyes like a fire.

A small smile started on my lips, and slowly grew to the corners of my face. I leaned in, and kissed the tip of his nose. "I'd be honored to have an adventure with you, Frank Iero."

His face grew a smile identical to mine - maybe even brighter - after I said that.

The smile turned mischievous. "Then how about we start now?"

Heart racing at the alluring expression and tone he was using, I gazed at him, dumbstruck. Using knowledge based on all the dirty fantasies I finely crafted in my mind - and all the porno I'd watched behind my parents' back - I knew he was implying the big triple letter word. The one I'd been dreaming of since I became a hormonal, lonely teenager.

In less than three seconds, he was on top of me, sucking my neck. My breath hitched, eyes almost rolling back into my head. I had no idea what my reaction would be if he actually did it with me, since I was already drowning in ecstasy from this.

He was pulling off my shirt, throwing it to the ground. "Fr- F-" I couldn't comprehend words as his lips made their way downwards. I tangled one hand in his thin, short hair, the other squeezing a piece of the bedsheets below us in a fist.

I hadn't even realized his own shirt was off. He had such a beautiful body, and I felt the need to grab my paint and draw pictures all over him... He truly did look like the perfect canvas.

His nimble fingers slid down past my waistband, slightly pulling. The damn tease, I thought bitterly, too lustful for my own good.

He paused, in the midst of it all. "Gerard? Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nodded earnestly. "I want you."

He leaned in, and used the hand that wasn't halfway down my pants to pull my face into his. A quick smooch, a tiny bit of tongue - and then Frank Iero worked his magic on me.