Gerard's POV

It was exactly four weeks since the..well. And it hadn't been mentioned. Not the letters, no talk of therapy, nothing. Life continued as it had before the drugs, before my attempt. Before I screwed it all up. Not a whisper, a mention, an odd look. Nothing. I felt neutral inside. I didn't hate, or love. The storm inside my head didn't rage, and there wasn't a foreboding silence either. Just..nothing. Frank's soft kisses were my only hint why. They were always gentle, always soft; never passionate, never a spark to set something more off. I think they were giving me time to get over it, sort myself out a little. Frank and I walked in the early mornings, every morning, although it was always a route which didn't include the bridge or the alleyway. We wrote a new song, Drowning Lessons. I picked the title. It made Frank smirk, but he stopped himself quickly. Nothingness was okay. Nothingness was all I could cope with for, for the first couple of weeks. But now I was ready to face the world again, and to do that, I had to tackle the elephant in the room. I had to talk to Frank.

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I had asked him to sleep over, not unusual in the month long pause. I had woke up with nightmares, and I just liked him there. He comforted me, he reminded me every single day that he loved me. He was happy to comply to my request. Mikey was at Ray's, Mom and Dad were out, as per. I don't know what they knew. When he came, I made him hot chocolate, a favorite of his, and of mine. He went to go and sit in the living room, when I spoke.
'Please would you sit here?' I gestured to a seat at the kitchen table, and took the one across from it.
'What's up, Gee?' His voice was very soft, very gentle. It reminded me of a poem. Do not go gentle.I took his hand on the table, took a deep breath, and squeezed his fingers.
'I want to talk.'
Frank nodded. He spoke in a calm voice, maintaining the quietness of nothing.
'When I saw you, you reminded me of a bird, about to take flight. You are free, and I can't control you. However hard I try, I will never be able to keep you safe all the time. I gave you my love, and that's more than I have ever given anyone. Ever. I can't let you kill yourself. If you died, all of my heart would die with you. I guess that's selfish but love is selfish because now everything I am is with you. And I can't let that go. I'm not going to yell, although I'd love to. I'm not going to beat the shit out of you, though I really, really want to. I'm just going to say this.' He looked at me, his eyes looking right into mine. 'You are going to stop seeing death everywhere you go. You will love yourself. But even if you don't do these things, I'll love you. I'll love you til the end of time, Gerard Arthur Way. Whatever. I love you after you tried to leave me and the rest of the world behind. And you said the truth is important, and that is the truth.'
'Frank Anthony Iero Jr, my life changed forever when that plane hit the tower.' My voice was steady and strong, like it hadn't been in months.
'It was fractured and broken. My life changed again when I met you. It changed for the better. I didn't jump off that bridge because I had you to loose.' I smiled. 'You love me, and you've proved you are stronger than anything, because you love me. I love you too. I love you so much. You are my world, my whole fucking world.' I smiled and stood up. I took his hand. 'C'mon' He looked up at me, confused, but smiling.
'What are you doing?'
'I'm going to prove to you just how much I love you.'


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I led him to my bedroom. I looked at him. I loved everything, his arms, his hands, his face, his lips, his hair. I took off his t shirt, pulling it over his head roughly. I had had enough of being gentle. I kissed him as I undid his belt buckle, unzipped his jeans. He pulled them off, his socks with them.
'My turn.' He leaned in, and smiled against my mouth. He mirrored my actions, almost exactly. I could feel myself growing harder and harder. I slid my hands down his boxers, at his hips. I pulled them off slowly, and he stepped out of them. He pushed me onto my bed, and slowly pulled down my shorts. He leaned on to me and kissed me, biting my lower lip. I fought back this time. I pushed him off me, so I was lying on top of him. I kissed his mouth, and planted a tiny kiss on the sting of his scorpion tattoo. I continued with little kisses down his body. I made a particular fuss of his abdomen; he groaned. My grin was devilish, sly. I kissed the tip of his dick.
'Ohhhh Gee...' I smiled. I slicked the length with my tongue, then slipped it into my mouth. I felt his hands on my head, his hips moving in time. I heard him groan and gasp. I sped up as his hips began to buck.
'Gerard!' He came in my mouth, and I swallowed. I was painfully hard.
'That was so freaking hot' he gasped.
'You okay?' I smiled.
'Oh I'm on top of the world, baby.' He flipped me over, and picked up his belt from the floor. He tied my hands together, winding the leather to the frame. His smile was even more mischievous than mine. He kissed me all over, on the tip of my dick, before deepthroating it staight away.
'Oh!' I couldn't help the gasp. I was restrained; he had full control. He continued, hard and fast. My hips rose up to meet his mouth. We were together in perfect harmony. He swallowed my spunk, and I made an animalistic groan.
He unwound the belt, and looked at it for a moment, as I panted beside him.
'Hmm. I reckon I can use this in other.. creative ways.' He threw it on the floor, smiled at me, and snuggled up close.
'I'm the luckiest guy in the world' I said.
'No you're not. I am.'
'I love you.' I snuggled up to his chest, and knew he loved me to the ends of the earth.

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