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Frank's POV. It was the morning after the promotional photo shoot at the tattoo parlor and the morning after I'd surprised Gerard with an application for a job which I




It was the morning after the promotional photo shoot at the tattoo parlor and the morning after I'd surprised Gerard with an application for a job which I knew he could get if he had a little faith. Luckily, I had enough faith in him to count for the both of us.

I'd just finished working the night shift at the fire station. Some people saw night shift as a disadvantage, coming home at 6am after a hard night on the job, feeling so tired that you just wanted to drop dead. But I actually didn't mind it. It allowed me to think and daydream about Gerard all night. Usually there were some quiet times which were broken up by us being called to places where fire alarms had been set off and train stations where people had decided to set alight Coca Cola machines. Apparently people got off on lighting fires - like they literally had orgasms over things burning. It was surprisingly funny to learn that there were actual fire fuckers out there.

I stepped into the apartment. Gerard was the only one here. I'd just seen Mikey at work. He'd just started his shift as I was leaving. I walked into the bedroom and noticed that he was still asleep. I was sweaty and stinky and knew that I should probably take a shower. I sat on the edge of the bed to pull off my boots. As I managed to get them off, I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist. I smiled, happy to receive some affection from my man.

"How was work?" his husky voice asked me.

"Ok I guess. I came out to the guys," I told my boyfriend who froze.

"Why? Aren't most firefighters just like any other male-dominated profession?" Gerard asked.

"What, homophobic?" I asked.

"Yeah," Gerard replied, kissing my cheek, his warm breath constantly making its way over my ear.

"I dunno. The guys didn't seem to care when I told them last night. No doubt the information will make its way around the entire station and if anyone has a problem with it, I don't give a shit, because I have super strength and they don't," I grinned, looking at him in the eyes for the first time since I'd arrived home.

"You know," Gerard spoke, "I don't think I ever told you what I thought about men in uniform." I smirked at him.

"Men in uniform turn you on then?" I clarified. He nodded.

"Especially hot, sweaty Frankie when he's in uniform," Gerard said seductively. I grinned as I moved and gently pushed him down on the bed, laying on top of him.

"How turned on do you get?" I asked. Gerard smirked as his hands found their way to my ass. He began to rotate his hips from under me, pushing my crotch into his.

"I'll show you," he said as I began moving along with him, both of us grinding against one another, getting harder and harder as the seconds passed.

Gerard pulled my face down for a kiss which was short, much to my disappointment. I wanted to kiss him more. But before I could lean in and kiss him again, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Isn't it ironic how you fight the fires, and I can create them," he said.

"Well they do say opposites attract," I said, making him chuckle as I leaned down to kiss him once more. My uniform was removed and discarded on the bedroom floor as was his pajamas. As it turned out, he got quite turned on by me in my uniform which I didn't mind at all. He lubed me up and I helped to prep him before pinning his arms to the mattress using my super strength.

The next few minutes weren't too interesting to discuss. It was basically me entering Gerard and waiting for him to tell me to move. I began to move slowly as I leaned down and kissed his lips. Kissing Gerard was one thing I loved to do. Kissing was such an intimate thing and since we'd been apart so much due to our jobs no longer being the same, I felt like I needed to constantly make up for lost time and kissing was the perfect way to make up for lost time.

I sped up slightly and changed my angling. I knew when Gerard let out a moan that I'd hit him where he liked it. We were both panting and I was sweating even more than I was when I came home.

As Gerard climaxed, I found myself being sent over the edge as his muscles contracted around me. After my release, I slowed right down and stopped, pulling out of him and leaning down so that my forehead was touching his.

"I love you," I breathed out, trying to catch my breath.

"I love you too," Gerard said.

We then took a shower together before Gerard continued getting ready for work. He was gonna be slightly late, but he was the manager now and the owner saw both Gerard and I as gods as of late anyway, so he wouldn't get in trouble.

As I began to fall asleep, I felt Gerard kiss my lips as he whispered goodbye to me, before leaving the apartment. Life with him was perfect and I hoped it would continue to be this way for the rest of our lives.


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