I ran through the cobble stone streets, unable to find my way around such a strange city. Italy wasn't the best tour destination for finding your way around. I didn't speak a word of Italian, except 'Ciao' which I think meant hello and goodbye. My guitar was in a case bumping around my back and bruising my thighs. The neck of my white gibson hit my head a few times which hurt but didn't stop me from running. I went down a few alleys before finding any sign of the arena I was meant to be playing in. I grinned from ear to ear as I bolted forward to the stage door and scrambled for my backstage pass. The guards didn't ask for the pass and just let me through. Frowned slightly but ran in happily, working my way through the maze of corridors to the dressing room. I went to open to door but as I did so it was opened by Gerard. He was paler than usual, which I thought was impossible, and looked at me with a worried expression.

"Where the hell have you been?!" He bellowed. I smiled and pushed him back into the empty dressing room, clicking the door shut behind me. I pulled him close and planted a kiss on his soft warm lips. "If you think that's going to get you out of it, you're mist....." But the rest of his words were just mumbles and moans lost against my lips. I smiled as he deepened the kiss. His hands slipping round my waist and my hands slipping around his neck as I went up on my toes slightly, so Gerard didn't have to stoop.

"I told you, I wouldn't be late." I smirked as I rested my forehead on Gerard's. We were breathing heavily, taking a break from the 10 minute kissing spree. I pulled away and grabbed my guitar bag, I opened the bottom pocket and pulled out strepsils, a bottle of honey and 2 lemons. I took the already boiled kettle in the corner and poured out two cups. I added a squirt of the honey before fumbling with my pocket knife and cutting one of the lemons in half. I squirted half a lemon in each cup and stirred them with my knife. I then handed one to Gerard who rolled his eyes and went to get out his hip flask. I stopped him and shoved the bottle down my trousers.

"You think I won't go to get it?" He winked at me and bit his lip. God he was sexy but I tucked a strand of his long black hair behind his ear and kissed him on the forehead.

"You're meant to be quitting." I reminded him. I turned and locked his flask in a drawer. When I turned around he was moping into his cup.

"Can I at least have coffee instead of this?" He moaned.

I smiled lovingly up at him before shaking my head. "This is good for you, just take little sips." Mine was half gone by the time he got brave enough to take a gulp. Gerard stuck his tongue out in disgust.

"Yuck!" I groaned. "Do I have to??! It's vile!" Gerard began to rant but that's when I dove into my guitar case and pulled out a flask of coffee and threw it at him.

Gerard caught the flask, downed a few gulps before wiping his mouth and returning the flask to me. I smiled a small smile and bit my lip as I returned the flask to my bag. When I turned around Gerard was backing me up against the door.

"You know what biting your lip does to me." He breathed. The heavy scent of coffee and cigarette smoke was on hanging on every word he said. It was so damn sexy. I bit my lip again, this made him moan and grind up against me. He pushed me further into the door, holding down my wrists above my head. Gerard kissed me with such lust and passion that it seemed he didn't love me - but it was all in the way he looked at me when I pulled away. Like he could never love anything or anyone more in that one moment. And I felt the same.

Notes

So this is my first story - had to make it Frerard because they're an amazing couple!

Please tell me truthfully what you think and share this with your friends!

~~ Whatever I'm Late Anyway ~~

P.S: I know it's short! I'm sorry!!