Frerard Oneshots

Una Bella Sussurro In Italiano

I groaned as I rested the mop against the wall.

"Mom, I don't wanna do this anymore," I complained.

"Gee, we have to clean up before your dad gets home from the airport," she said.

I sighed, picking up the mop again. My dad has some friends coming in and staying with us for a little bit from overseas. Which is great and all but my mom has been freaking out trying to get the house perfect for our guests.

There's just a dad and a son, and apparently the son doesn't even speak English. I've met his dad, he speaks pretty good English but he's got a thick Italian accent. The son is my age and his name is Frank, just like his dad's.

"I'm done with the guest room," Mikey said as he walked in.

"Okay, clean the windows," my mom said as she washed dishes.

"Mom, the windows don't need to be washed," Mikey said.

The sound of an engine pulling up and cutting off interrupted all of us.

"Okay, okay, does everyone look nice?" My mom asked.

If you couldn't tell, my mom was stressing out about being a good host.

I smoothed out my skirt as the door opened. They walked in, carrying bags. There was my dad and Mr. Iero talking happily, the two laughing loudly. But then someone else stepped out from behind them, and god his beauty was like a slap to the face.

He had black hair that was spiked up in the back and these really pretty green eyes. His arms were covered in tattoos, decorating the nicely tanned skin. He had some piercings too, which seemed to pull his whole look together in a way that made my stomach twist.

"Frank, you remember my wife and kids," my dad said.

"Ah, yes," Mr. Iero said. "For you."

He handed my mom some flowers and she smiled, going to put them in a vase.

"This is my son, Frank Jr," Mr. Iero said, moving Frank to stand in front of us.

"Lo non parlo inglese, non ho nulla da dire," Frank said to his dad.

"Sorridi e basta," Mr. Iero said.

Frank sighed, giving a small smile. His eyes met mine and I saw the way he looked me up and down, his smile changing into a smirk as I blushed.

"Come on, let me show you the guest room," my dad said.

They started towards the stairs but Frank was still just smirking at me. Mr. Iero grabbed his arm and pulled him with me.

"Well, this is gonna be weird," Mikey said to me. "He doesn't speak English, we don't speak Italian."

"Yeah," I muttered.

"Boys, help me set the table!" My mom called.

We went to the other room. The two of us set the table as we heard footsteps. Frank trailed behind his dad and my dad, looking bored. We all sat around the table as we started eating.

"So, how was the plane ride?" My mom asked.

"It was fine," Mr. Iero said. "Well, other than the fact that I had to listen to Frank's music the whole time because his volume was up so loud on his headphones."

Frank looked up at the sound of his name, a small scowl on his lips as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Mikey, Gee, it's been so long since I've seen you two," Mr. Iero said. "You've gotten so big. How old were you when I last saw you?"

"They were only ten and eight, so seven years ago," my mom said.

"Wow, you're both so big and pretty now," he said.

We smiled, continuing to eat.

"Papà, per quanto tempo stiamo stare qui?" Frank asked.

"Ti ho già detto due settimane," Mr. Iero said.

He nodded then looked at me again as he bit his lip. I blushed and looked down at my plate. We all finished eating and we cleaned up.

""Vado a dormire, sono stanco"," Frank said to his dad.

Mr. Iero nodded as Frank went upstairs.

"He's tired," Mr. Iero said. "He's jet lagged. Thankfully I was in California just a few days before we left so I'm not too bad."

I went upstairs to my own room as the adults went to go talk and Mikey went to the basement to play video games. I changed into my baby blue silk tank top with the matching sleeping shorts. I sat down at my vanity, brushing through my red hair. Frank appeared in the mirror in my doorway and I watched as he stepped forward. He held out a flower for me and I smiled happily as I stood up.

"Per il bel ragazzo," he said.

I took it from him, recognizing it to be one of the flowers from my mom's bouquet.

"Thank you," I said.

"Un ragazzo bella come si merita il mondo," he said.

I didn't know what he said but I couldn't help but blush. Frank brushed the hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear as he took a step closer.

"Beh, questo viaggio sta cominciando a guardare sempre meglio," Frank said.

"I-I don't know what you're saying, I'm sorry," I whispered.

Frank leaned forward, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Buona notte bellissima," he said. "Spero che il sogno di me."

He left and I just stared in shock. I shut the door after he left and looked at the flower. I giggled happily, putting it onto my nightstand.

The next morning I woke up early. I went downstairs to get coffee. I jumped when I felt hands on my hips and I looked behind me at frank. He smirked, wrapping his arms around my middle. He hummed quietly, leaving soft kisses on my neck.

"F-Frank," I muttered.

"Sei così fottutamente abbastanza," he whispered.

I whimpered quietly as he squeezed my sides gently.

"Peccato che non ci sto più," Frank said. "Sarebbe piaciuto vedere dove potevamo andare."

Dear god, I never thought something I couldn't understand could sound so f*****g good.

"Frank, sei sveglio?" Mr. Iero asked.

Frank pulled away quickly just as his dad walked in.

"No, sto sonnambulismo," Frank replied.

Mr. Iero chuckled softly and I looked between them in confusion.

"Coffee?" I offered.

The two poured some for themselves and we all sat around the table, frank next to me and Mr. Iero across from us.

"So, Gee, Frank is really excited to be here," Mr. Iero said. "Non siete eccitati, Frank?"

"Pensi che io sono entusiasta di essere preso dalla mia casa in un posto non lo so?" Frank replied.

"Yes, he is very excited," Mr. Iero said. "Maybe you can show him around New Jersey."

"Yeah, that sounds fun," I agreed.

I felt a hand rest gently on my bare thigh and I looked over at frank.

"Frank, come fa Gee vi mostra in giro suono?" Mr. Iero asked.

"Impossibile pensare a qualcosa di meglio," Frank said.

After lunch I went upstairs to get dressed. I pulled off my tank top and shorts, glancing at myself in the mirror wearing just my panties. I shrieked when I saw frank leaning again my doorway with a small smirk.

"Get out!" I exclaimed.

Frank seemed to get the message as he held his hands up and walked away. I shut the door quickly, my face completely red. I got dressed into my white skirt, putting on my pastel pink blouse that had a bow on the front and my white thighs highs.

"Are you ready?" I asked frank, who was waiting in the foyer.

He was just wearing a black flag shirt and a pair of jeans, but damn he looked good. We went outside and down the street. I didn't really know what to show him but I guess we can just walk around.

"There's a pond," I said. "But don't go near it, the ducks are really mean."

Frank just looked at me, a small frown on his lips. I sighed as we walked a little further.

"This is the bridge that they find dead bodies underneath sometimes," I said. "Maybe that's why the ducks are so angry all the time, they're annoyed about the bodies in their water. Okay, that's crazy, I know. But then again I'm standing here talking to someone who can't even understand me."

Frank just kept staring at me, a slightly blank look on his face. I blushed, looking down in embarrassment. He held my hand, pulling me along with him as we kept walking.

"Tesoro, si parla senza senso, ma siete ancora così bella," he said.

Frank squeezed my hand softly, stopping as he pulled me close. I gasped, holding onto his shoulders. He leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. I kissed back desperately as his arms held me close against him.

"Così carino," he muttered.

He pressed me against the bridge railing , picking up to sit on it and stand in between my legs. Frank kissed me roughly, keeping my body pressed close against his. His hand tangled into my hair, gently tugging my head back as he kissed my neck. A whine left my throat and I could feel him smirk against my skin.

"Oh god," I breathed.

He pulled away, holding my hand.

"Torniamo a casa tua," he said.

"Wh-where are we going?" I asked.

Frank wrapped an arm around my waist and I realized we were on the way back to my house. We walked in the front door and Frank looked around.

"Qualcuno a casa?" He called.

It was silent and he smirked. Frank brought me upstairs, going into my bedroom and shutting the door. He pushed me down against the bed, crawling in between my legs. He sucked on my neck, his heads running up and down my body.

"Oh my god," I whimpered.

He lifted my shirt up over my head, tossing it aside. Frank kissed along my chest, leaving little marks as I felt the churning heat in the pit of my stomach.

"Sto andando mangio il tuo bel culetto fuori fino a piangere," Frank muttered. "Voglio sentire tutti i suoni piuttosto che farai, ti farò implori e implorare."

Frank turned me onto my stomach, grabbing a pillow and putting it under my hips. In just seconds he pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties off.

I may not know Italian but I do know that no is the same in both languages, and I had no plans of using it.

"Così fottutamente buona," Frank said.

His hand squeezed my ass, pulling back to give me a sharp spank. I gasped, whimpering quietly as he kneaded the skin on my ass. Frank started leaving kisses along the reddened skin, pushing my legs apart. But dear god then he spread my ass and I felt his hot breath on me.

"Oh my god, ah," I whimpered, feeling his tongue run over me.

I clutched onto the blankets, burying my face into the pillow. Frank's tongue ran around my rim, pushing it in just barely as I cried out in pleasure. I couldn't help myself as I reached back and tangled my hand in his hair, pulling him even closer to me.

His fingers pressed against me and I whined as he slowly pushed two in. Frank moved the fingers in and out, scissoring them as his tongue ran over me.

"Oh f**k, Frank," I moaned.

His fingers curled and brushed against my prostate. I panted heavily, moaning loudly. His fingers moved faster, hitting that spot dead on each time. I felt the burning pleasure run all throughout my body, the tight knot threatening to come undone.

"Oh god, Frank, I'm gonna come," I panted.

His tongue ran down from my hole to my balls, sucking on them gently. I cried out, coming undone as my toes curled. I caught my breath, coming down from my high as I whimpered quietly. Frank pulled away, kissing my forehead. He tucked me into bed and I whined quietly, going to reach for the bulge in his jeans.

"Hai solo bisogno di dormire un po, Gee," he said.

I frowned, not sure what he said. But he just pushed my hand down on the mattress, kissing my cheek as he left. I ran my hand through my hair, falling asleep from how tired I was.

A few days later and frank was all I could think about. I couldn't keep my hands off him. Any time we were alone he would push me against a wall and kiss me roughly and I couldn't get enough of it.

We were currently watching some Italian movie together with English subtitles. It was a little bit awkward because we couldn't talk to each other at all. But that's okay, because we never really did do much talking.

"Frank," I breathed out as he kissed along my neck.

I could feel him smirk against my skin as he pulled away.

"Hey, no fair," I pouted.

He raised his eyebrows curiously. I sighed quietly and looked down sadly.

"We're never gonna work as an actual couple, we can't even understand each other," I mumbled.

Frank noticed the change in my demeanor as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Non essere sconvolto," he said. "Non c'è alcun motivo per voi di essere triste, ti bacerò di nuovo se si vuole veramente."

"Teach me Italian," I stated.

Frank looked confused and I groaned. I went upstairs and opened my laptop. I found some free sort of Italian leaning website. I spent nearly three hours trying to learn Italian when the door opened. Frank sat beside me, laughing when he saw what I was doing. I shut the laptop, my eyes watering as I turned away from him.

"Oh, bella, non sto ridendo di te," he said. "Io penso che tu sia adorabile con quello che stai facendo."

He rested his hand on my shoulder but I shook it off. His arms wrapped around me and he kissed my cheek.

"Dai, bella, non volevo ferire i tuoi sentimenti," Frank said.

Well damn, that three hours of free Italian learning didn't help at all because I still had no clue what he was saying.

"Davvero nuovo bacio voglio?" He asked.

When I didn't say anything he sat on the bed next to me, pressing his lips against mine. I pulled away, shaking my head as I crossed my arms.

"Cosa c'è di sbagliato?" He asked.

I didn't say anything and Frank left the room. Oh god, what if I ruined what we have? I mean, I know it's not much but still. And I know he's leaving soon and that nothing's gonna happen between us but I still really enjoyed his presence.

And it was the night before he was going to leave now and he still wasn't talking to me. No kisses or hugs or hand holding underneath the table.

I changed into my pajamas, crawling into bed. Sometime around midnight the door opened. Frank crawled into the bed with me, smiling down at me softly. The moon cast a soft light over his face and he looked so pretty.

He tilted my head up giving me a soft kiss as he laid above me. Frank kissed my cheek, running his fingers through my hair.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

Frank had such a thick Italian accent that it took me a minute to actually understand what he said. I smiled, giggling quietly as I blushed.

"E 'come tutto quello che so come dire," he said. "Ho provato più pendente ma l'inglese è cazzo di confusione."

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. My lips connected with his in a heated kiss. His body pressed against mine as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Sei così bella," he muttered.

He rested his head on my chest and I smiled.

"Non posso credere che sto dicendo questo, ma vorrei che mi trovavo più a lungo," Frank said.

"I'm so sad that you're leaving tomorrow," I said. "You're really pretty and you make me happy."

Frank leaned up and gave me a kiss.

"Sto andando impara l'inglese in modo che modo posso dirvi quanto cazzo stupefacente ci si trova in un modo si può capire," he said.

I hugged him tight and he smiled.

"I wanna learn Italian," I said.

But frank's gonna be gone, it wouldn't matter. I can't learn Italian by tomorrow morning. I pulled out my phone and opened my Skype app, holding it out to him. Frank's smile widened as he typed in his Skype name, adding himself as a friend.

"Perfezionare," he said.

I kissed his cheek, giving him a hug.

"I want to ask you to be my boyfriend but I don't know how," I said. "God, if only you spoke english. Or I spoke Italian. I just really like you but I just don't know how to say it."

Frank furrowed his eyebrows and it looked like he was trying to understand.

"So che la parola, che era nello spettacolo stavamo guardando l'altro giorno," he said. "Boyfriend?"

I smiled happily and nodded, hugging him tight.

"Io non so cosa significhi, ma mi ha fatto davvero felice," he said. "Quando imparo l'inglese la prima cosa che farò è che si chiede in una data."

I gave him a kiss, hugging him tight. The two of us fell asleep together, waking up to the alarm on his phone. He groaned, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

"Non sono mai partire, non mi interessa se il mio papà ha di trascinarmi fuori," he said.

I gave him a kiss, standing up as he frowned. All their stuff was already packed and ready in my dad's car because they had to leave at five in the morning.

"I'm gonna miss you," I said.

Frank wrapped his arms around waist, pulling me close as he gave me a chaste kiss. I rested my head on his shoulder as we swayed softly. I felt my heart racing fast and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.

"Frank, andiamo!" Mr. Iero called.

Frank sighed quietly, giving me another kiss.

"Mi mancherai," he said. "Potrebbe essere anni prima che io possa tornare in questo paese ancora una volta."

"I'll miss you so much," I said.

Frank gave me one last kiss, squeezing my hand softly as he left. I bit my lip sadly as I stared at my open door. But then he came back in all the sudden, wrapping his arms around me as he dipped me and kissed me roughly. He straightened and back up and smirked.

"You're beautiful," Frank said.

I giggled and blushed as he walked out and I quickly turned on my laptop to go back to my Italian learning program.