On The Edge
Another Night In
Frank's POV
We were sat on opposite ends of the couch, watching a zombie flick. Well, I wasn't watching the film so much as watching Gerard. It had been two weeks since he had got himself into a state, and he'd been quiet ever since. He'd been avoiding talking about anything too deep. I think he was scared I would tell him off again: which was all wrong. I didn't want him afraid.
That night was awful. I'd never, in my life, seen someone of his size drink so much and get up in the morning. I thought he was going to die. After he had finished throwing up toxic fluid and what seemed like most of his insides, there came peace. It was warped and twisted peace; the reason why I was there was irregular and prominent. I couldn't help but find the way he curled up to my chest, with his mouth slightly open adorable. He looked so defenseless. I felt as if I was the only one that could keep him safe.
I realized my eyes had glazed over, and a zombie chasing a girl brought me back down to earth. I sneaked one last glance at him. He had an awed expression on his face as the undead monster devoured its prey. The credits rolled.
'I'm going to get some water. You want anything?' His voice was soft. I shook my head in reply.
This was so wrong. But I couldn't help but like the way his childish teeth glinted through his smile, the way he laughed at my poor jokes, the way he walked in perfect step with me.
I wanted him. Not in the way I wanted him when I made him change in front of me - although staring at the soft bulge in his boxers was strangely satisfying - I wanted him to want me too.
Gerard's POV
I chugged back a glass of water. My phone had buzzed during the film, but I didn't dare check it in case Frank saw. He was watching me like a hawk. I pulled the gadget out of my jeans, and sure enough, there was a text from Jakob. I've got it, it read. Payment required in full. I smirked. Maybe I hadn't been drinking, but coke sure took my mind off it. Less messy, too. Perfect. I drank another glass, slower this time. My thoughts drifted back to Frank. I liked the way his new tattoo peeped above his collar. I adored his smile, and his warm, chocolate eyes. I sighed and put the glass on the side. A pair of muscular arms wrapped around my waist. I turned, still in Frank's grasp, to face him.
Shit.
I didn't realize how close we would be. I scanned his lips, and looked up into his deep, chocolate eyes while he stared into my hazel ones.
He leaned in and kissed me. It was a long, lingering kiss, with his tongue dancing around my teeth. I put my arms around his neck, and pulled him in. I kissed him back without even thinking about what I was doing; it just felt right. His hands were at the base of my back, pulling me in to him. We were so close. Our mouths collided, and I heard myself make a satisfied groan. I could feel he wanted me like I wanted him in his jeans; just a couple of layers of fabric separated me from what I needed.
It was him who broke the kiss off. He planted a light kiss on my cheek, and then my earlobe. He ran his tongue down my jaw, and I squirmed in pleasure. He continued to kiss his way down to the side of my neck, where he picked his spot. He nibbled and sucked on my skin. Hard. The lovebite he left behind was my very own scorpion tattoo.
Frank's POV
I stopped there. I knew if I carried on, it would have to result in something that would be too fast for him. I pulled him into a hug, and kissed his mouth again. He let me in, and I explored his teeth with my tongue. When he broke off the kiss, I yawned.
'Time for bed Gee.' I took his hand and led him to his own bed. As we stripped down to our boxers, I sneaked a glance. He was still as hard as I was. Good. We resumed the position we held a couple of weeks ago; but this time, I kissed him goodnight. This time, it felt right.
We were sat on opposite ends of the couch, watching a zombie flick. Well, I wasn't watching the film so much as watching Gerard. It had been two weeks since he had got himself into a state, and he'd been quiet ever since. He'd been avoiding talking about anything too deep. I think he was scared I would tell him off again: which was all wrong. I didn't want him afraid.
That night was awful. I'd never, in my life, seen someone of his size drink so much and get up in the morning. I thought he was going to die. After he had finished throwing up toxic fluid and what seemed like most of his insides, there came peace. It was warped and twisted peace; the reason why I was there was irregular and prominent. I couldn't help but find the way he curled up to my chest, with his mouth slightly open adorable. He looked so defenseless. I felt as if I was the only one that could keep him safe.
I realized my eyes had glazed over, and a zombie chasing a girl brought me back down to earth. I sneaked one last glance at him. He had an awed expression on his face as the undead monster devoured its prey. The credits rolled.
'I'm going to get some water. You want anything?' His voice was soft. I shook my head in reply.
This was so wrong. But I couldn't help but like the way his childish teeth glinted through his smile, the way he laughed at my poor jokes, the way he walked in perfect step with me.
I wanted him. Not in the way I wanted him when I made him change in front of me - although staring at the soft bulge in his boxers was strangely satisfying - I wanted him to want me too.
Gerard's POV
I chugged back a glass of water. My phone had buzzed during the film, but I didn't dare check it in case Frank saw. He was watching me like a hawk. I pulled the gadget out of my jeans, and sure enough, there was a text from Jakob. I've got it, it read. Payment required in full. I smirked. Maybe I hadn't been drinking, but coke sure took my mind off it. Less messy, too. Perfect. I drank another glass, slower this time. My thoughts drifted back to Frank. I liked the way his new tattoo peeped above his collar. I adored his smile, and his warm, chocolate eyes. I sighed and put the glass on the side. A pair of muscular arms wrapped around my waist. I turned, still in Frank's grasp, to face him.
Shit.
I didn't realize how close we would be. I scanned his lips, and looked up into his deep, chocolate eyes while he stared into my hazel ones.
He leaned in and kissed me. It was a long, lingering kiss, with his tongue dancing around my teeth. I put my arms around his neck, and pulled him in. I kissed him back without even thinking about what I was doing; it just felt right. His hands were at the base of my back, pulling me in to him. We were so close. Our mouths collided, and I heard myself make a satisfied groan. I could feel he wanted me like I wanted him in his jeans; just a couple of layers of fabric separated me from what I needed.
It was him who broke the kiss off. He planted a light kiss on my cheek, and then my earlobe. He ran his tongue down my jaw, and I squirmed in pleasure. He continued to kiss his way down to the side of my neck, where he picked his spot. He nibbled and sucked on my skin. Hard. The lovebite he left behind was my very own scorpion tattoo.
Frank's POV
I stopped there. I knew if I carried on, it would have to result in something that would be too fast for him. I pulled him into a hug, and kissed his mouth again. He let me in, and I explored his teeth with my tongue. When he broke off the kiss, I yawned.
'Time for bed Gee.' I took his hand and led him to his own bed. As we stripped down to our boxers, I sneaked a glance. He was still as hard as I was. Good. We resumed the position we held a couple of weeks ago; but this time, I kissed him goodnight. This time, it felt right.
Notes
Ugh. I wrote a version of this last night, and it wouldn't post -_-
Hope you enjoy this chapter. I've had loads of feedback, it's been incredible.
I wish you a happy 2014.
Em xo
@teapartypoison
Sounds reasonable.
1/4/14