Wednesday, February 15, 2006

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Frankie, happy birthday to you." we all sang, placing a large cake, decorated with orange frosting and exactly 24 candy bats in front of Frank.

He had a huge grin on his face. One that no one but Frank could pull off without looking stupid.

"make a fucking wish, and blow those fucking candles!" Bert cheered loudly. Frank nodded, and closed his eyes, an adorable look of concentration on his face. He opened them again, and blew out all 24 candles.

Everyone cheered, but no one cheered as loud as me. Frank and I had been dating for a year now. Exactly one year ago, on this very day, Frank asked me to be his boyfriend. He always would say that I was the best birthday gift he ever got, but I would just shake my head and kiss his cheek lovingly.

It was only a matter of seconds before half the cake was cut up, and being shoved into the owner's mouths. Frank was eating his in the most sloppy way he could manage, taking care to get the frosting to cover half of his face. I have to admit, it looked pretty damn cute. Almost as cute as his Halloween costume. Yup, Frankie's birthday was on Halloween, and it was a tradition that every year, everyone had to come to his little party in costume. Frank had chosen to be a princess that year. He wore a plastic tiara with fake diamonds on it, and had a feathery pink boa wrapped around his neck. I was dressed as a vampire...my same costume choice for every year.

Everyone was laughing and having good, fun conversation while eating, until Frank shouted, "Hurry the fuck up and eat! Presents!"

After everyone was finished with their cake, they moved onto the presents. Every year they followed the same rutine as well. Cake, presents, then trick-or-treating, and this year would be no different. Among Frank's gifts were many CDs, an autographed Bouncing Souls poster, and a joking pair of handcuffs from myself (a kinky wink included).

We weren't even done with the presents before Frank grew impatient, and informed everyone that he'd bite them all if he didn't get out for trick-or-treating in the next five minutes. So we all left, I mean, Frank bites hard...

We went door-to-door as usual and soon Frank and I split off from the rest. Surprisingly, the fact that men in their 20's were trick-or-treating didn't surprise their neighbors at all. They were by far used to them stopping at their doors, begging for candy.

"Trick or motherfucking treat!" Frank yelled as an elderly woman opened her door with a decorated bowl of candy. The woman gave him a stern look before handing him a few pieces, putting some in my bag as well. Frank ran off the porch and skipped to the next house, while I mumbled my apologies to the woman.

We went to a few more houses (and by few, I mean around 35), before Frank started whining that he was tired and wanted to go home. We said goodbye to the other guys, and after a few more 'happy birthdays' from them all, we went home.

"Ugh, all I want to do is just watch some horror movies and eat the rest of that cake." Frank said, dropping his bag of candy on the kitchen table.

I nodded in agreement, and grabbed the plate that still had half of the cake on it, and followed Frank into the living room. We sat down on the couch and curled up against each other, flipping the channels to find a scary movie.

We were stuck with watching a lame edited version of The Legend Of Sleepy Hallow on ABC Family, but quickly grew bored with it. Frank began playing with my hair, and was soon placing kisses along my neck. I smiled and moaned softly at the feeling. Then he started to crawl ontop of me, pulling off my shirt in the process.

His mouth crashed into mine, and his tongue immediately began probing the entrance of my mouth, begging for entrance. Our tongues wrestled against each other, as we moaned and sighed softly into each other's mouths. Frank started to peel his own shirt off, revealing his creamy chest, covered in colorful tattoos.

He licked the shell of my ear, "Do you know what I wished for when I blew out the candles Gerard?" he asked, his voice laised with lust. I shook my head, panting slightly, the sound of his voice already getting me hard, "I wished for you to be naked on this couch, covered in my birthday cake, moaning beneath me."

I moaned at these words. God, does this man EVER think of anything OTHER than me and sex? It didn't matter though, all that really did was that i wanted this man's cock up my ass as soon as humanly possible.

He began rubbing me through my jeans while slowly sucking and biting down my neck and chest. He started unbuckling my belt, and pulled my pants down along with my boxers. He brought his lips back to my ear.

"You're so goddamn hot when you're naked." he whispered, before undoing his own pants, sticking his hand into his boxers to stroke himself, letting out a low moan.

I grabbed his arm, and pulled it away from his pants, "No way are you going to be doing that yourself on your birthday."

I replaced his hand with my own, rubbing his slit with the pad of my thumb, getting encouraging moans from his mouth.

"Stop." he gasped.

"Why?" I asked, a frown appearing on my face.

"I want you to be inside of me." he said, pulling my hand away. I grinned before sliding his pants and boxers down his slender legs, leaving him naked above me. Our bodies were so different. It was quite interesting to look at actually...his skin was covered in bright tattoos, while mine was just milky white.

Frank suddenly started laughing a bit.

"What?" I asked him.

He got that trademark devilish grin of his, before pinning both of my arms above my head. He reached down onto the floor and picked up the handcuffs I had given him only hours ago as a present. He put them on my wrists and chained me to the arm of the couch.

I thought that'd be all, but then he reached for the cake on the table. He smirked before taking a handful of the sweet desert, and smeared it on my chest. I shivered slightly. It felt kinda gross, and had a cold sticky feeling, but I didn't say anything...Frank looked too excited for me to object to this.

He crawled up my body, making sure to not disturb the frosting on my torso, and in a soft, whisper-like voice he sang, "Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me..." He reached my placed a soft, wet kiss on my mouth, before trailing his tongue down my neck. His tongue moved down my chest, gathering up the orange frosting in his mouth. His teeth latched onto my nipple, bitting a sucking lightly, causing me to moan.

I was so turned on it wasn't even funny. Every moan he'd make as he licked the frosting off of my chest made my cock twitch with anticipation. God, I wanted his mouth around me. As if he read my mind, his mouth began traveling lower, until he was only inches from my throbbing erection. He looked up at me, with those gorgeous hazel eyes, before smiling, then without warning he took all of me into his mouth at once, licking of the frosting he placed on my erection only minutes ago. I moaned loudly, and began struggling in the cuffs. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to push his head onto me.

He began humming, sending vibrations through my cock, almost sending me over the edge.

"Oh god, Frank...I'm so close." I moaned. He pulled away and grinned devilishly.

I whined.

He smiled before crawling up my body again. He gave me another lazy kiss with a lot of tongue, letting me taste the frosting. He smiled again (which seems to be his favorite thing to do this evening).

"I need your cock up my ass right now, Gerard Way." he said, his eyes clouded with lust and want...no...need.

He allinged my erection with his opening, and slowly slid his body down, left over frosting and saliva making the perfect lube. We both moaned at the same time. I never got tired of how it felt to be inside him. How warm, and tight he was...He adjusted himself slightly, then began moving up and down, slowly.

He started moving quicker, and I thrust my hips up to meet him. We were both moaning like crazy, and he began raking his nails down my chest, giving me a hot burning sensation. His hand snaked its way down his chest and wrapped itself around his erection. He pumped himself in time with his thrusts, moaning loudly. He started going down harder, and deeper, until I hit his prostate. I couldn't hold on any longer, I came deep inside of him. He screamed my name, and only seconds later he came on my torso and collapsed on my stick chest. Our bodies shined with sweat in the flashing light of the TV.

He grabbed the key and unlocked my wrists. I wrapped my arms around him, enterwinding my legs with his own. My breathing slowed down to it's normal right, and I sighed in contentment. Frank nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.

"Happy birthday, Frankie." I said softly into his ear, as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

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