Metal Alchemist Games

Girl like you


Title: Girl Like You
Author:


p_will
Beta: none
D: Characters / pairings: Frank / Gerard Rating: NC17 Warnings: p0rn, crossdressing Word Count:
2265 (FDP) Disclaimer: Bla bla bla
all fake, never happened and never will happen. Prompt:
drag, WWF @

fiumidiparole

Obviously everything is set in a time period of the Three Cheers ~ indistinct, because in my head prettygirl! Gerard is, SuperMario! Frank inhibits me inspiration, and I can not write about MyChem now. * Cries * My fandom wants me dead, et cetera. Summary: Legend has it that Gerard went to college dressed as a woman and had a terrible figure. Frank wants the tests. "If you do not go out within ten minutes I start by itself." "Here I am preparing for you, asshole!" Even from beyond the bathroom door the voice of Gerard did not lose a drop of indignation. Frank grimaced at anyone in particular and jumped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. From the other room came the sound of Gerard who began to move more quickly and had dropped something heavy, accompanied by a stream of expletives. Frank sighed the chandelier. as if you were able to initiate on its own. ... okay, it was quite capable of starting on its own, but still. Gerard must have known that when he knew he wanted to stay. But they usually did not want him so much. But this time he could do it, only had waited weeks for a miserable night in a hotel, and why Gerard decided to no longer be a shy virgin on their wedding night. There could be nothing further from a "first night. And it was as if he was asking something absurd like whip-like ... being blindfolded on the stage. Um, whip ... However, what was not asked, seriously, something scandalous. Indeed, it would not insist if Gerard had not been so single-subject and had not spent the time to repeat as much of a pussy. It was all the fault of the interviewer, after all, if you were refixed with that story. So the blame went to her if Frank had the normal, and prevedibilissima legittimissima request to see Gerard in these clothes stratopa elusive. So he found with her eyes all this charm, and if there was was indeed the charm would be exaggerated compliments, so Gerard would have been happy and would have ceased to haunt him (and Frank would be angry if he had done in secret a few pictures. for posterity). But Gerard could not simply say yes, of course, seemed to be having trouble buying clothes for women. As if sleeping in a pink babydoll, a hypocrite. We had taken hours of prayers - and a demonstration of stunt really amazing to be bunk, Frank had concederselo - to convince him to wear a fucking skirt and makeup less than that usually used. He waited for nights and nights of bus, Frank, could linger for a while '. But if discovered that Gerard was losing time to look at her hair from behind the mirror for the face- "Behold, I nag," Frank heard the creaking of the door opening, the muffled noise of small steps barefoot on the floor, and took a moment to contemplate the ceiling to better prepare themselves to enjoy the show. He did not want to get shot, he wanted to be ready to laugh at the scene of fierce idiocy or Gerard-o ... not shooting but had risen Christ, Gerard had to make your head spin . He had put a skirt - black, of course, soft falling almost to his ankles - an old t-shirt and pink cardigan over a black sort of too big for him to remember as one of the clothes that Ray was convinced he had lost long ago. To crown it all, without the slightest sense, a red scarf tightly around her neck, chest and the other end dangling lazily thrown back. Frank had not noticed to have an open mouth until he decided to speak and found it already open. "The scarf is a classic?" Gerard blushed charmingly and clutched her arms around his chest. "I've told you to dress like the last time, the scarf is
strategic ." He understood what he meant when relaxed shoulders and broke his pose defensive move nervously from foot to foot, waiting of some more substantial response. Without the constriction of a size smaller jeans and tight shirts, the figure of Gerard was still soft and in the flesh, and these clothes seemed specifically designed to hide and deceive the eye - the folds of her skirt was soon featured on the jacket sides made her look slender, hiding in the wool a life unambiguously male, and between the folds of the scarf and vest the shadows were almost believe a glimpse of a breast under the t-shirt ...
"Come here," cried Frank, his eyes large and dark and a gorge that had never been so dry. Gerard bit his lip and arranged her hair behind her ear, unable to really fix it, as always, and walked slowly to the foot of the bed. For a step by Frank stopped, continuing to struggle unnecessarily with the stray hair and looking everywhere but to Frank, of tense expectation. Frank did not understand that what
the innervosisse. It was fucking ...

, he wanted to sit down at him from tormenting her lip with her teeth forever, unable to understand why the auditors had opened the door and offered coffee baristas and students jackets lying at his feet for him not to cross the puddles, probably. Christ, even he would lay before him, who also did everything he wanted. And that idiot
so bold as to talk now expected

assurances about his physical appearance. Christ.
Frank ran his hands under her cardigan, stopping on her hips and making him wince. Gerard finally lowered his eyes, looking at him, and when Frank pulled him closer to better see the green specks in the eyes of Gerard and the shadow of those absurdly long eyelashes and soft on her cheekbones and the effect of a thin layer of mascara on her cheeks . He decided he did not like: he covered the small grant that was on the chin, lipstick, on the other hand, remained for a long time in the top ten of his erotic fantasies.
'Well,' said Gerard, then coughed and resumed in a higher tone and screeching, "What do you think, Frankie?"
"No," she murmured, pressing her face on her belly and being enveloped by the smell of cotton and bubble bath "normal speech, your voice is perfect."
Gerard mumbled something, and having been reduced to a monosyllabic nonsense like that would be very, very upset. Frank liked a Gerard insecure. The took off his jacket with a slow caress along the arms without bothering to pick it up from the ground or put it away and sat down behind the bed to be more comfortable seat with Gerard. "Come here
he repeated, and Gerard did not waste any more time to salirgli astride legs. was a lot 'of time that Frank was not to deal with the inconvenience of a skirt, but the fabric is bent docile under his fingers and neck pale unfolds right before his eyes as Gerard pulled his scarf was a distraction too effective. He went to kiss him, almost without noticing, caring only tremulous sigh of Gerard and the way her thighs tighten around her.
'Fuck Gee' blew on his skin, leaving a nice trail light kisses that sent a shiver down the spine of Gerard. The singer murmured his appreciation and pointed out her hand to nape of Frank, a little 'encouragement a little' to the pleasure of passing his fingers through his hair, which was always clean, soft, favoring his hand behind his back, Gerard grew to press ahead as possible on Frank, by pushing on the knees and the hem of the ruffle skirt. Almost automatically, the hands of Frank sprang to his legs. Any sane man would want to remove hormones and the skirt with a beauty like that, let's go. Frank let himself be guided on Gerard's neck, biting and lingering under the guidance of Gerard's hand, and going with his hands massaged my calves - so smooth and soft, god, the legs were glorious and Gerard had waxing done and Frank was the luckiest guy the world, and stop point - and moved further and further her skirt up to earn a crack. Victory! Slipped his hands under the cloth wrinkled, palpating the legs, as if Gerard had not ever seen before or as if it were really a girl who could finally lift the clothes, and finally got to sit down and thought it well to touch as well. And froze. "Gee ..." a faint voice hoarse, incredulous, "You ..."
Gerard gave him a huge smile that gave him two adorable dimples on the cheeks and the air of moody crazy, nodded vigorously, and was the last thing he did before being turned on and pressed against the mattress covered by a red-hot kiss.
"I wanted to do things right," he exclaimed, with shortness of breath, once again in possession of his own voice, while Frank threw himself under her skirt with the enthusiasm of a child who was thrown into a tub of puppies. The let out a giggle that was very feminine looking Frank disappearing beneath his clothes, and began to fidget, laughing louder while the guitarist was trying to undress and tear his clothes off and harass him at once.
Frank emerged from his expedition with his hair stuck up in impossible directions and a twinkle in his eyes adoring. "Gee - Gee

- where you are ... red 'and kissed him again without giving him no time to catch your breath. "No, really - can we keep them? Who did you steal? Can I ask you a blowjob? "Babbles incoherently between a kiss and another, before returning to bite his neck. Gerard groaned encouragingly, in response it is not clear to what, and spread his legs to make room for him.
Frank rolled with the brisk gestures her skirt to the waist, revealing finally the legs, hips to bite, and those fucking silk panties

that he did not know where they were coming and I really did not care at all . He crouched between his knees bent Gerard, removing half of the remaining strips of cloth to make a mess and ran her fingers over the edges of the interior, red marks on the elastic impressing on the meat was pale and we put her lips, a kind of basin where it was to give him more trouble, then, without warning, licked the junction of the thigh along the edge of the linen. Gerard jumped with a small sob.
"It's not a problem if you ruin it?" He asked, and did not wait for Gerard to tell the whole story

those pants - had already done it, when Frank was still naive and educated in bed - to kiss his tip of the erection was starting to stretch the fabric. The silk was so smooth and dark red that seemed to have water under your fingers, as warm as the meat is so thin that forced Frank could hear clearly what he could not see, licked along the bulge, experimentally, and Gerard made another of his stupid, adorable little sobs. With a satisfied murmur, Frank's spread thighs and began working to reduce it to a quivering mass of nerves. aside technique and precision, he began to lick her hot and slippery silk to make a complete and torture; traced the profile of Gerard cock with her lips, with teeth, sucking strong and then peeled off to blow the wet spot always wider, while the saliva made from silk so dark reflections have almost blacks. Above him, Gerard gasped and writhed, and expressed his appreciation with sentences uneven - Frankie, fuck, you're ... you're so-aah- - and a hand on her neck, not to push or to operate it, only to stroke the hair making it even more absurd as they were. The panties were becoming a disaster and are virtually rotten, but Frank continued to suck and torment him with that damn language, undaunted, she wanted him to come without even undress and was so concentrated that they have almost forgotten their
erection still close in pants. Almost. undid the belt with trembling fingers and slipped a hand through his boxers, finally ohsignoregrazie

, clutching her other hand firmly on the leg of Gerard enough to leave bruises. To that, Gerard breathed through clenched teeth and a curse Frank felt his taste in that man-made fabric.
"God, Frankie ..." Frank's
threw himself upon a flight of angel, ripping out the thread of breath that she was still in the body with a bad elbow and placed his tongue in his throat, and crawled out of his pants just enough desperately to be able to rub on his leg. Gerard shook his arm around her waist and slipped a hand just to touch each other and yes, thank you Gerard, you're the best guy in the world . few strokes, a bite on his lower lip at the right time, and found themselves breathing heavily on each other, entwined in a tangle of fabric and arts and sticky things. Gerard was pretty sure that the belt buckle of the same Frank pulling all the strings of her skirt. "The next time you say anything to be so ..." gasped Frank, "remind me to give you the first reason

."
"That's because I always right," agreed Gerard, stroking his forehead with the tip of the nose. "But next time remember to undress

before."
"Gee, you have no idea
, those pants ... I still can not let it get the picture?" "No." Then he thought for a moment. "It depends if you let me repeat the trick. " Frank laughed and kissed him die. "Later, maybe." Gerard embraced him with a happy little noise, and closed his eyes, ready to enjoy some 'healthy stripped off with a guitar as a blanket before leaving for the second round. He was already feeling the numbness of sleep slithering along the body, when yet another nudge him awake. "Gerard, do not dare fall asleep."
"Fraaaaankie ..." "Gerard, in my and your pants in this bed there is a lake, we must clean our." "But-" "Gerard, shower. Now.
" No guy would have treated that way his girlfriend, he thought grimly Gerard.