Hardcore Crushing and Coffee
“Who Told You I Was Straight?”
“Frankie?”
“Yesh?”
“Why did you get the doves tatted?”
“Really wanna know?”
“Why else would I ask?”
“Touché,” agreed Frank, “look at this one.” He pointed to his right hip. “Do you see how this one has a black band over it’s eyes? And how the other one,” Frank moved his finger to the other bird, “has X’s?’
“Well, yeah. That’s obvious.” replied Gerard.
“They’re supposed to symbolize you and me… remember the stage makeup?”
“How could I forget? I wore it for about 3 years! Awh, it’s us! That’s really sweet, Frank. I love it.”
Frank finally got his pants on, and Gerard asked “Can we go talk now?”
Frank replied almost simultaneously, “Of course. Can we sit on the couch?”
“Sure.”
They walked over to the living room in complete silence. After they sat down, Frank asked another question wit hopeful eyes. “Can we cuddle? I’m cold without a shirt.”
‘You didn’t want one Frankie! But sure, anytime.”
Frank hopped into Gerard’s lap, hug his arms around Gerard’s neck, and started to play with his hair. Gerard pulled Frank a little closer and softened his voice, “This good?”
“Perfect. Can you go first? Say what you wanna say first, I mean.”
Here goes nothing, thought Gerard.
“Don’t get all weird or anything, because, ya know you’re straight and I’m not, but I’ve had a crush on you since forever and I just saw you naked and damn you look fine and now we’re cuddling and you have your fingers tangled in my hair…” Gerard trailed off when he saw the smile on Frankie’s face.
“Who told you I was straight?”
Not the response I was hoping for, but I’ll take it, thought Gerard.
“Um, the lack of boyfriends and you never liking guys in that way?”
“Dude, I hide it! That’s what I wanted to tell you. I’m gay.”
“And those two words, could be three, there’s a conjugation, just made my life so much better.”
“Did I just say that out loud? Let’s pretend that never happened. I’m going to shut up now.” continued a very embarrassed Gerard.
“Yeah, you are.” Damn, that’s one hot smirk. Is he gonna… nah. Oh wait he is! OMG!
Frank pulled Gerard close, still keeping his hands in that insanely soft red hair. “Gerard,” he whispered, “I love you.” Frank then leaned in and kissed him, the man he was deeply in love with since the first day they had met in high school.
It was such a sweet, innocent kiss. The kind that Nicholas Sparks could write a whole book out of. After a long moment or two, Gerard broke away first.
“Frankie-baby, I’ve always loved you. Always have, always will.”
“Yesh?”
“Why did you get the doves tatted?”
“Really wanna know?”
“Why else would I ask?”
“Touché,” agreed Frank, “look at this one.” He pointed to his right hip. “Do you see how this one has a black band over it’s eyes? And how the other one,” Frank moved his finger to the other bird, “has X’s?’
“Well, yeah. That’s obvious.” replied Gerard.
“They’re supposed to symbolize you and me… remember the stage makeup?”
“How could I forget? I wore it for about 3 years! Awh, it’s us! That’s really sweet, Frank. I love it.”
Frank finally got his pants on, and Gerard asked “Can we go talk now?”
Frank replied almost simultaneously, “Of course. Can we sit on the couch?”
“Sure.”
They walked over to the living room in complete silence. After they sat down, Frank asked another question wit hopeful eyes. “Can we cuddle? I’m cold without a shirt.”
‘You didn’t want one Frankie! But sure, anytime.”
Frank hopped into Gerard’s lap, hug his arms around Gerard’s neck, and started to play with his hair. Gerard pulled Frank a little closer and softened his voice, “This good?”
“Perfect. Can you go first? Say what you wanna say first, I mean.”
Here goes nothing, thought Gerard.
“Don’t get all weird or anything, because, ya know you’re straight and I’m not, but I’ve had a crush on you since forever and I just saw you naked and damn you look fine and now we’re cuddling and you have your fingers tangled in my hair…” Gerard trailed off when he saw the smile on Frankie’s face.
“Who told you I was straight?”
Not the response I was hoping for, but I’ll take it, thought Gerard.
“Um, the lack of boyfriends and you never liking guys in that way?”
“Dude, I hide it! That’s what I wanted to tell you. I’m gay.”
“And those two words, could be three, there’s a conjugation, just made my life so much better.”
“Did I just say that out loud? Let’s pretend that never happened. I’m going to shut up now.” continued a very embarrassed Gerard.
“Yeah, you are.” Damn, that’s one hot smirk. Is he gonna… nah. Oh wait he is! OMG!
Frank pulled Gerard close, still keeping his hands in that insanely soft red hair. “Gerard,” he whispered, “I love you.” Frank then leaned in and kissed him, the man he was deeply in love with since the first day they had met in high school.
It was such a sweet, innocent kiss. The kind that Nicholas Sparks could write a whole book out of. After a long moment or two, Gerard broke away first.
“Frankie-baby, I’ve always loved you. Always have, always will.”
@TwistedKnife
That's okay! Thanks for the input though darling!
1/19/14