Frerard Oneshots

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I looked at the boy as he stood outside his school with his friends. Oh, he was so pretty. I loved his red hair and pretty smile. He was just so pretty. He was one of the popular kids and on the soccer team. Gerard was fit and pretty and popular. He was so perfect.

I couldn't help but smile as I watched him c**k his hip while he talked. He brushed his red hair back and laughed at something his friend said. I bit my lip as I watched the way his lips moved, forming the beautiful words that tumbled from his mouth.

"Hey! That's mine!" Gerard exclaimed.

He laughed, chasing his friend who took off with his phone. I couldn't help but watch his ass as he ran until he got around the corner of the building. God, you can tell he's been doing his squats.

I got into my car and drove away back home. It was about three hours after school ended, Gerard had just gotten out of soccer practice not too long ago.

I went upstairs to my bedroom and smiled. On the wall was all sorts of photos of Gerard. Pictures I had cut out of yearbooks all the way back from since he was in second grade. Pictures I had taken of him while he was in soccer practice and walking down the street.

I remember when I first laid my eyes on him. I was a senior in high school and he was only in eighth grade. He came over to try out for the spring junior varsity soccer team. I remember he was so small and shy and he only had his natural brown hair. I thought he was beautiful the second I laid my eyes on him.

And he was all grown up now. He wasn't that shy, small kid anymore. He was seventeen and a senior in high school. Gerard was confident and sexy. I loved the young man that I've watched him grow into over all these years.

Later that night I headed back out after eating dinner. I parked my car outside Gerard's house, cutting off the engine. I looked inside his window, Gerard always left his curtains open.

I watched him get ready for bed. He pulled off his shirt and I bit my lip as I looked over his pale skin. The next thing to go was his jeans and I looked at his tight boxers. I raised my eyebrows as he looked into the mirror, looking over his body.

He sat on his laptop for a little while before shutting off the light and heading to bed. I watched Gerard sleep for a little while. He looked so sweet and peaceful. I wish I could just sit beside him and hold his hand and run my fingers through his hair.

The next day I sat on the top of the bleachers. I watched the soccer team practice, doing their workouts and play against each other. I didn't come here too often but it was probably my favorite thing to do.

And dear god I thought I was going to just pop a b***r when I saw Gerard take his shirt off. I saw the sweat glisten over his skin as he pushed his sweat slicked red hair back. His friend came over, shoving him lightly as the two fought playfully until they were yelled at by the coach.

"Way! Wentz! Get back on the field!" The coach shouted.

I watched as the two hurried back to the field together. I wanted to run my hands all over his pale skin. I wanted to kiss him and touch while he begged for more.

I watched the rest of the practice until he was done. The team all sat on the sidelines, cooling off and drinking water. I just watched in admiration, trying to pretend like I was on my phone. But he was just so beautiful, I couldn't take my eyes off him. I wanted to be able to hold him and kiss him.

"Hey, can I have a ride home?" Gerard asked Pete. "My brother had to borrow take the car to go pick up some groceries for my mom."

"I'm sorry, I can't, I have a doctor's appointment in five minutes and it's still a ten minute drive," Pete said before hurrying off.

The rest of the team left and I felt a small rumble of distant thunder. This was my moment, I could finally talk to Gerard after all these years.

"I couldn't help but hear you needed a ride home," I said.

"It's okay, I can walk," Gerard said.

"Seems like it's about to rain," I said. "You live next door to Brendon, right?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?" He asked.

"Me and Brendon are really good friends and I've seen you next door before, I don't think I could miss that bright red hair," I lied. "I can give you a ride home, I was about to head over to Brendon's house anyways."

Gerard bit his lip when we heard another crack of thunder.

"Okay, that sounds fine," he said.

I smiled as we went over and got into my car. I played my Smashing Pumpkins CD, which I knew was his favorite band. Gerard immediately smiled, looking out the window.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"I just need to pick something up from my house, I told Brendon I'd show him my new guitar," I said.

"You have a guitar?" Gerard asked.

"Yeah, I've got a couple," I said. "Come on, I'll show you."

I parked in the driveway and we went inside. I showed him the office, which I turned into a little music room.

"This is pretty sweet," he said, running his fingers over the strings of one of the guitars hanging on the wall.

"Yeah, you play?" I asked.

I know he doesn't.

"No, tried to learn once but I wasn't very good," he said.

I smiled, walking out down to my basement. I heard footsteps following close behind.

"Why are we down here?" He asked, looking around.

The basement wasn't finished, it just had cement floors and walls and a couple pieces of furniture.

"Because I love you," I said.

Gerard looked at me as I walked closer. He backed up until he was pressed against the wall and I was barely an inch from him. He looked scared now. All the confidence and strength was gone. He seemed small and scared and fragile.

"You're so pretty, Gee," I said softly, caressing his cheek.

"I-I don't know you," he whimpered.

"Oh, baby, that's okay," I said. "I'm going to take care of you. You can just call me sir."

I put my hands on his hips and he stiffened. He looked so scared, he wasn't even going to try and fight back.

"You're so pretty," I muttered.

I left soft kisses on his neck as he pressed himself further back against the wall.

"I-I don't--"

"Baby, don't worry, I've got you," I said softly.

"Sir, I need to get home," he said quietly.

I kissed him softly as he kept his lips pressed into a firm line. I moaned softly, my body pressed up close to his. I pulled back and wrapped an arm around his waist. I grabbed some rope, tying his hands together and the support column. Gerard barely even tried to fight back, he was too scared.

"You're so perfect," I said, kissing his cheek.

I went upstairs, shutting the door. I could hear him crying quietly as I grabbed my guitar and headed back downstairs. Gee watched me as I sat down on the ground in front of him. I played a soft tune as he quieted down.

"No need to be scared," I said softly.

I played quietly as he sniffled.

"H-how do you know who I am, sir?" He asked.

"Because you're Gee," I said. "I love you. I've loved you ever since that day I saw you when you were in middle school trying out for the high school team. You were so small and shy and cute."

"How old are you?" He asked.

"I'm only twenty three, baby," I said.

"Why do you want me?" Gerard asked, tugging at the ropes softly.

"Because you're beautiful and special," I said. "I love you so much. I've been watching you for years. I used to watch you walk home from school with your little backpack and your baggy jeans. And now look at you in your tight leather pants that turn me on so much."

Gerard looked down, trying to push away from me.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. "You're probably hungry after all that exercising. I'll get you some strawberries, I know you love strawberries."

I went upstairs, cutting up some strawberries for him. When I was heading back down, I saw him trying to grab something from his pocket. I shook my head, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone.

"Baby, you don't have to call anyone, you're fine here," I said.

I picked up the bowl of strawberries, holding one out to him when he turned his head away.

"Baby boy, you have to eat," I said. "You were exercising so much today, you need to eat."

Gerard whimpered, turning his head to look at me. He let me feed him the strawberries and I smiled.

"See? I bought these all organic," I said. "I know you like things that are organic and free range and all that. You're so sweet, that's one of the reasons why I love you."

I gave him a soft kiss and he turned his head.

"Why don't you rest for a little bit?" I suggested. "I bet you're tired from working out."

I ran my fingers through his hair before I grabbed his phone and went upstairs. I went outside, grabbing an old baseball bat. I smashed his phone and tossed it into the river behind my backyard. We couldn't risk anyone tracking it.

Four months later and everything was so perfect. Gerard was so good for me, he was quiet and obedient and I loved him so much. I walked downstairs, sitting down next to him.

"Good morning, beautiful," I said, kissing his cheek.

"Morning, sir," Gerard said quietly.

"Come on, I think you need a bath," I said.

I held his hand, leading him into the bathroom. I ran him a bath as he watched.

"Sir, h-how long are you gonna keep me here?" He asked.

"Forever, baby," I said, helping him get undressed.

I helped him into the tub and he sniffled, pulling his knees up to his chest.

"Can we have pancakes for breakfast?" He asked.

"Yeah, baby boy, we can do that," I said, kissing the top of his head.

I grabbed the soap, cleaning him off. I grabbed his coconut scented shampoo, he loved his coconut scented shampoo. He hummed quietly, swishing the water around the tub. I helped him out when he was done, wrapping a towel around him.

"Thank you, sir," Gee said quietly.

I got him some clothes and he stared down at them.

"I-I think you have something mixed up," he said.

"No, I don't," I denied.

"But these are panties and a dress," he stated.

I raised my eyebrows and Gerard didn't say anything more as he got dressed into the white lace panties and the pink dress.

"Why?" He asked.

"You look so good," I said.

I pulled him out and lead him over the bed, gently pressed him down against it as I crawled in between his legs. I kissed and sucked along his neck as my hands ran over his thighs.

"Wh-what are you doing?" He squeaked.

We've never done anything more than make out, and even that was completely one sided for the first month.

"You're so pretty, Gee," I whispered. "You look so good dressed up like this for me."

I rocked my hips down against his, hearing his soft moans. His legs wrapped around my waist and I smirked.

"You're so good for me, my little kitten," I said softly.

I kissed him roughly, holding his hips. My hand cupped the bulge in his panties and he whimpered quietly.

"A-are you gonna f**k me?" He asked nervously.

"Do you want me to?" I asked and he shook his head. "Can I eat you out, baby boy?"

Gerard bit his lip before nodding slowly. I turned him over onto his stomach, putting a pillow underneath his hips. I pulled off his panties, pushing his dress up. I squeezed his ass, massaging the chubby skin gently.

"I love you so much," I said.

I leaned down kissing along the inside of his thighs. I spread his ass, running my tongue over his hole. Gerard gasped, grabbing onto the blankets. I smirked, softly kissing his hiss.

"P-please don't tease, sir," Gerard whimpered.

I chuckled softly, running my hands along his hips gently. My tongue ran over the right ring of muscle again and I felt his body quiver in response. I've wanted him right here for years. I've dreamed of having him spread out on a bed, begging and begging for more.

"You're so perfect, baby boy," I whispered.

I pressed a finger against him, running it around his hole. I pushed it in slowly and I smirked at the small gasp. Gee whimpered quietly as I moved it in and out slowly. I added a second finger and smiled when I didn't hear any sort of complaints.

"Good boy," I praised. "You're so good for me, baby."

I pushed them in an out slowly, kissing his pale skin. I listened to his heavy breathing and soft moans. God, I loved that sound more than anything else in the world. I crooked my fingers and he gasped, his hips jerking. I smirked as Gerard mewled, his hips rocking back against my hand.

My tongue ran around my fingers and he moaned. I bit my lip, moving my fingers in and out quickly. Gee was gasping, rocking his hips back against my hand. I could tell he was going to come soon, the way his breath was picking up and there was a light sheen of sweat on his body.

I knew from watching him late at night in his bedroom that he wasn't very experienced. I loved watching him through his window in the dark, watching the way he'd ride on his own fingers with his jaw dropped and head tipped back.

"I-I'm close," Gerard gasped.

I ran my tongue around my fingers again, feeling him clench around me. I f****d him with my fingers quickly, brushing against his prostate. It was when I added a third that Gee cried out, his body shaking lightly as he came. I helped him ride out his orgasm before cuddling up beside him.

"You're so good," I said softly, kissing his forehead.

"I love you, sir," he said quietly.

"I love you too, baby boy," I said. "How do you like the dress and panties?"

"They're surprisingly comfortable," Gerard said.

I smiled, holding him close as I pulled the blanket up over us.

"I miss my brother and my friends," he said quietly.

There were missing poster signs all over town and people searching everywhere. His family was so upset, they were always so worried about him.

"I know you do but you're gonna stay down here so that way no one can take us apart," I said.

"That's okay, I love you, sir," he said.

I smiled, pulling Gerard closer as I gave him a soft kiss.